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*NOTE: this story is the second in the series “sex school fun” I recommend you read the first one before reading this one, B xxx

This is strictly fiction. Do not take any of this as real life…because that would be strange. All sexual participants involved are over 18. All under-aged people are not included in any sexual activity. In this particular narrative there is no STIs or unwanted pregnancies unless it adds to the story, I, however, encourage safe-sex! Wear a condom or die (happily)! 😀

Proofread and Edited by Badboi1988

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Sir (or Mr. Williams, but he mainly asked us to call him Joe) once again stood in front of the class naked and erect, ready to give us instructions as we settled into our seats.

I snuck a glance at Jeremy, who was waiting patiently at his desk with his notebook and pen in hand. I had a brief moment to wonder, what we would do today and if I would get to have him before Anna trudged up the aisle past my desk and slammed into my shoulder alarmingly hard. She turned with a stunned expression on her porcelain-toned face, “oops! My bad,” she said in a fake, lying voice.

She turned around with a sneer and swished her tiny little butt all the way to the back row. At 21 she was still underdeveloped, with small breasts and no curves at all, and instead of getting angry I made myself pity her. There was obviously a reason she was here.

Mr. Williams ––Joe, I corrected myself–– was writing on the board. Something about how to make sure you were properly lubed before entering a woman’s (or man’s) asshole. I looked over to see Jeremy writing as fast as he could as Joe continued to write;

{Anal penetration refers to a person being sexually penetrated by fingers, toes, sex toys or penises into the anus. There are various names for the anus, including asshole, butthole and backdoor. It is important to properly lube your penis/ toys/fingers being used to penetrate the anus because it can be hard, painful and sometimes impossible to penetrate without lube. Multiple penetration refers to a person being sexually penetrated by multiple things at one time. There are many variations of multiple penetration generally including two to five people.

{Double penetration variations: Simultaneous penetration of the anus by two penises or other objects. This is commonly called double anal or double stuffing. Simultaneous penetration of the vagina by two penises or other objects, this is commonly called double vaginal or double stuffing. Simultaneous penetration of the vagina and anus, if this is done using penises/strap-on dildos, this is sometimes called the sandwich or Big Mac. The shocker (two fingers in the vagina and one in the anus) accomplishes this using several fingers of one hand. Simultaneous penetration of the mouth and either the vagina or anus, if the penetrating objects are penises, this is sometimes called the spit roast.

{Triple penetration variations: Two penises penetrating the vagina and one in the anus or vice versa. While possible, erotik film izle this position is very difficult. One penis in the anus, one in the vagina, and one in the mouth simultaneously, sometimes called making her airtight or an airtight seal.

{These variations of multiple penetration are aimed at straight men although it can put two men in intimate contact with each other directly or indirectly.}

Joe went on to draw a detailed close-up of a woman’s ass with a defined circle around the asshole. “Just in case you don’t know where it is,” Joe laughed and we all laughed too even though we knew the only reason he did it was because it turned him on, “okay guys, feel free to experiment. Today’s practical is based on what you saw yesterday ––with Clare and I. Double penetration and ass-fucking, enjoy!” he said as everyone packed up their notebooks.

I was just looking away as Joe held out his penis, and Stephanie stepped forward to engulf it in her mouth.

I had a second to see Jeremy turning to me with a smile before about five boys came at me from all directions. I was speechless as they stripped off my clothes, wondering silently if this was how Anna felt. This had never happened before. Usually I was paired with the last guy available as most of the other guys either went for Anna –– with her tight pussy–– or Janessa –– with her enormous tits and big, perky ass.

When I was naked on the floor I blinked up at them. They each had their cocks out and were stroking it with large hands. I sighed as one leant down in front of me, putting rough hands on the soft skin of my thighs and parting them to reveal my already wet pussy. I grimaced when he went to shove his fingers inside me and instead put my hands over my soaked opening, “aren’t you going to wash those?” I asked, staring pointedly at the dirt on his hands.

He looked embarrassed for a second before shrugging and wiping them on his pants. He looked about 30 and was probably trying for a job in the porn industry because he didn’t seem so bright. He pushed my hands aside and rubbed at my clit, forcing a loud moan from me.

Other boys dropped to their knees at the sound and rubbed at my soft, tanned flesh while the one with the dirty hands (Greg?) slowly felt around my pussy. He slowly slid his middle finger into my wet cunt and I moaned again, tilting my head back to see someone pointing their cock towards my mouth. I greedily reached a hand up to pull the average sized cock down into my mouth while I got slowly pounded by Greg’s finger.

Harry slid his cock all the way into my mouth, making me relax my throat muscles so he could fit it all inside. I swirled my tongue and sucked, making him grunt and fidget before he pulled back and pushed in again. He picked up the pace of his face-fucking and I shivered when I felt another finger pressed inside my tight cunt. I started fiddling with Harry’s balls and soon felt them shrivel as his load got pumped into my mouth. It was sticky and salty and I immediately released his cock from my mouth film izle and the rest of his cum squirted down onto my tits. Harry smiled as he held his limp cock and pushed it back at my mouth, “go on, suck it dry,” he urged me. Sighing, I took his now-small cock into my mouth and licked off the remaining traces of cum.

It still tasted bad but I wanted to be kept in these guys’ good-books and as soon as Harry took away his clean, limp cock another was thrust at my open mouth and I sucked it all the way down.

Greg was now pumping two fingers into my still-tight pussy while he clenched the nub of my clit between his teeth and teased it with his tongue, causing me to moan writhe on the ground as the boys around me watched. But then I felt Greg pull away as I kept sucking on the cock in my mouth. I had been on the edge, ready to let go of my orgasm and he had moved away, causing disappointment to surge through me as I continued to suck.

But then I felt something soft but hard press against my pussy and I sucked in a breath, causing the guy I was sucking to moan, as Harry’s pretty big cock pushed inside me. I moaned loudly and saw the guys around me smile.

Slowly Greg began to fuck my tight cunt and it dribbled with my juices. The guy I was sucking was about to cum so I took his cock out of my mouth and pumped it with my hand, aiming for the mountains of my breasts. It exploded with little strings of cum and I used my other hand to lather my breasts with the combined cum of Harry and the guy who’s cock I was still holding in my palm.

The guy pulled away and I saw Brade pushed his cock into my hand, letting me rub it slowly with my head resting on his leg, watching my pussy getting pummeled. Someone produced a tissue and wiped the cum off my breasts, immediately bending down and taking the peak of my nipple between his teeth.

I moaned, arching my back and pulling my long, thick, wavy and black hair off my face, excited especially when someone stroked their hand up my leg. Looking up, I saw Joe grinning, his cock was semi-erect. “Someone gonna take that backdoor? I can tell she wants it.” I grinned up at him, loving that he took away the burden of awkwardness asking one of the guys to fuck my ass.

Everyone smiles as Greg moves away and cums into a tissue, leaving my two lower orifices available. While keeping my hold on Brade’s cock, I’m hauled up and onto Ife’s (a big black man with a monster cock) lap and straight onto his dick, soon with what I assume to be Zeke’s cock finding its way into my ––seemingly tighter that yesterday–– asshole. I’m moaning with my head tipped back and resting on Zeke’s shoulder while Ife pumps my pussy and tickles my neck with his tongue and Zeke takes my asshole harder that what I expected but just the way it feels best.

After a rough battering with me stroking Brade’s cock, all of them are cumming in and on me and I smile when they move away, quickly replaced by another four, a tall, thin, tan surfer boy named Mal pumping my pussy and standing with my legs wrapped around seks filmi izle him, another I can’t see behind me and hammering my asshole with a slightly undersized tool and me with two cocks getting stroked by my hands.

I’m locking lips with Mal but the thing is, I’d much rather be kissing Jeremy. I’m quickly distracted when the cock in my ass cums prematurely and I feel his body being replaced, “hi Clare,” Sir––Joe said, “nice to…feel you again. I was wondering how you were handling all these guys,” he said, encouraging the others around me to laugh even though some were getting seriously close to cumming, “seems like you’re right where you belong… let me give you back…” I groaned as Joe slipped his cock back out and was promptly replaced, “but hurry up guys,” Joe continued, “Bell’s going in 5 minutes…”

And were the next five minutes heaven on earth or what! After Mal and the recently implanted cock in my ass came as well as the two I was stroking they let me down to my knees and I brought all the others to orgasm just as the bell went.

I was covered in cum and had to walk, naked and laughing as everyone stared, to the toilets where there were showers in the case that things like this happened.

After showering and putting my clothes back on I strut in my high-heels to where I sit at lunch with a group of friends. All of them look up at me and start cracking up, me joining in as I sit down.

“Shut up,” I say when we all quiet down, “you know you would have done the same thing! Ooo,” I croon at the memory; “getting gang-banged is sooooo amazing!” which just causes everyone to laugh again but I’m finally just enjoying the attention I rarely get.

“Hahahaha, I’m sure it was Clare, but still, strutting down the hall cum-covered and naked?” one of my friends added and everyone including me started laughing again.

We all quietened down eventually and ate while we could. I glanced up when someone tapped my shoulder and almost chocked on my vita-wheats when I saw that it was Jeremy! He smiled slightly and I smiled too, setting aside my lunch and following him when he asked if we could talk privately.

We stop a little far away from my friends and I fidget nervously… this is my crush and he’s NEVER talked to me before. “Umm…I was wonder Clare…” OMG he knows my name, “…if you wanted to go out sometime? There’s the movies… and yeah…” he looked nervous too.

I’m stunned, but I pull up my confident, joking act, smiling and laughing, “What brought this on Jeremy… you’ve never talked to me before,” I giggle and act calm, relaxing.

He laughs a little too, “well, this is embarrassing… I always liked you… god that sounded stupid. I just, I wanted to––um, I wanted to see you outside of school, not that I don’t like seeing you at school–– I mean, not in that way, I, uh, I like just –– seeing–––– you, you know, with clothes–– uh, I’m just gonna shut up now…” he laughs slightly, and looking at the ground.

I’m bursting with laughter, hugging him in a brief lapse in sanity, pulling away still laughing, “don’t worry… we’ll go to a movie, I’ll talk to you soon.” I cut it short, still laughing, walking back to my friends and turning for a second to smile back at him.

To be continued…

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The next day brought on a whole new set of circumstances and opportunities as I rolled over and opened my eyes. The room was brilliant white with the light of the new day streaming through the windows. Looking down, I realized that I was naked, feeling the smoothness of the satin sheets slide across my skin with the movement of my legs.

Looking around the room for Sammy, there was no sign of her. I was alone with my thoughts as I listened for her. I stopped and listened for her…a noise…anything. Nothing was my response. The only sound was from the birds outside in neighboring trees. I also heard a distant lawn mower, but no sounds from within the house.

Stretching, I got out of bed and walked down the hall to a bathroom where I found a set of fresh towels and a new disposable razor. I climbed into the shower and took a long warm shower, day dreaming about the last couple of days and nights with Sam. The time with her was beyond compare, a true dream come true. I recounted the number of times we fucked and the beauty of our positions together. My dick jumped to life when I visualized fucking Sam’s tight backdoor watching my rod slip in and out of her tightening hole. Hearing her calls, moans and descript language was nothing short of amazing too, as I recalled the vivid actions.

I dried off and walked down the stairs, searching for my clothes. There, on one of the landings was my shirt and pants, neatly folded. Sam had probably done that when she made breakfast in bed for us earlier in the weekend. I smirked at the realization that my clothes had been not worn in more than 2 days. Eagerly, I put them on, not wishing to be discovered naked on the stairs…God only knew who might walk in: her husband (God forbid), a nanny, butler, cleaning lady…the list goes on. I still wondered where she might have disappeared to, as I continued down the steps, walking through the foyer and into the kitchen.

This was the first opportunity for me to see the place since we arrived, really. Most of the time was spent upstairs in the bedroom and showers, so I marveled at the size of the house as I walked into the foyer and looked up. It was like being in a museum of sorts. There was dark green marble at the front door entry way, surrounded by rich wood and bright white painted spindles following the hand rail banister all the way up the stairs. An overlook balcony finished off the top of the stairs where a large glass chandelier hung, reflected the bright light of the picture window above the door. The door was huge, speaking of the door! Surrounded by two large frost glass windows and custom detail framework, it certainly was something to see.

To the left of the front door was a parlor with a white grand piano and some furniture. The walls were dark with rich mahogany paneling. It made me think of Mark’s office. My stomach turned at the thought, but then I laughed to myself at the thought that Sammy and I had fucked for the first time, right on Mark’s desk.

Turning around, and walking towards the visiting room to the right of the entry way, was a lush neutral carpeted room with earth toned walls and comfortable-looking sofas and chairs. It was all very tastefully decorated and exquisite, but I could never live in a place like this. It was far too large and didn’t have the “home” feel that I would require to feel settled. But that was just me.

I sauntered into the kitchen, where I was really taken back. It looked like something out of a designer home magazine. I felt my eyes grow large as I realized that it most likely was featured in something at some point. The place was enormous! There was a cooking area, with a large refrigerator, industrial-sized stove (with at least 8 gas burners) and a triple-barreled sink! Of course all of the appliances were stainless steel. The kitchen counter tops were black granite and the rest of the trim was pure white with silver accents. It was very sterile looking (as a kitchen should be), but beautiful at the same time. The smell of hot, fresh coffee filled the air. On the counter in a corner were a cappuccino machine and a large carafe, presumably where the scent was originating.

Beyond the kitchen was a green house sunroom with a brick floor and large over-head glass panels. If not for the tinted glass, it would be impossible to see much of anything; the light was so bright and intense. I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to the kitchen counter that bordered the sunroom and there she was, bent over, with a spray bottle, tending to some plants. I watched her for a while, since she was not aware of my presence.

Sammy looked tasty. Her shiny dark brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, tied with a yellow ribbon. Her sun dress was amazingly tiny and sheer, as it hugged every curve of her flawless body. She was on her hands and knees, spraying some plants with a water bottle. She was not wearing shoes and it didn’t matter. Her tanned toned legs were beautiful brown in contrast to the pale yellow dress she wore. I watched the fabric tug and stretch against her curves as she bent forward erotik film izle and pulled back, resting on the seat of her ass. Each time she moved forward, the dress rode up, exposing the back of her creamy thighs. Her tight ass looked delicious in the light of the room. The sheerness of her dress allowed so much light to pass through, that I didn’t believe that she was wearing any underwear, but I couldn’t tell for sure, since I was still a bit away from her. Yikes, this place was huge!

Sammy continued to spray her plants, humming some sort of unrecognizable melody. Her body swayed as her tiny figure moved from plant to plant. I was transfixed on the hem of her dress as it continued to flux against her, riding up her supple legs as she leaned forward, her ass stretching beautifully against the tightness of the dress. When she leaned forward again, the light of the room shined through her dress, accentuating her every curve, as her breasts pushed tightly against the snug top. God, she was beautiful. I couldn’t wait any longer; my prick was beginning to enlarge quickly.

“Good morning, Sam.” I sighed.

Turning around quickly, she giggled, “Hello, lover.” Her eyes were hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses. Probably the same ones that she had on in her picture, the one in Mark’s office, the one that I had first seen her in.

“It’s another beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. I’m just taking care of some plants quickly. I’ll be in soon.”

“Take your time, I’m enjoying the view.”

Sam giggled again, “I’m sure you are.”

“Want some coffee?” I asked, making my way to the kitchen counter, pulling a cup from the cabinet above the machine.

“No thanks. Already had some, but help your self.”

“You’re up early today,” Sammy noted.

“Why, what time is it?”

“Just about 8:30, I think,” Sammy answered.

“Well, I slept well and I slept long enough.”

“That’s good. So did I,” Sammy smiled, as I sipped on the strong coffee.

Putting the cup down, I glided over closer to Sammy and said, “Well, you know what they say about the early bird?”

“He gets the worm?” Sammy cocked her eyebrow at me, smiling devilishly through her dark sunglasses.

“Nope. The early bird gets the whole sausage,” I said, approaching her now with a solid intent.

Sammy stood to receive my advances and pulled me close to her as she looked up at me with interest. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m glad that I’m the bird in this story.”

“Yes, beautiful song bird.” I wrapped my arm around her trim waist and Sammy went up on her tip toes as our mouths met hungrily.

Sammy pulled back a bit in surprise, “You smell clean…and wow, you shaved too!” her soft hand stroking my cheek.

“Yes, I was a mess.”

“Since we’re both clean, let’s go make another,” Sammy smiled, biting her lip.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” I responded, kissing her deeply again, placing a hand on her firm ass, pulling her close again.

Sammy’s dress was so sheer, she might as well had been wearing nothing, as the material allowed for such thin space between my groping hand and her tight skin. I was taken by her well-formed curves, as my hand worked its way up from the base of her ass up and around her tight globes and into the subtle valley of the small of her back.

Our kissing became more frenzied now as I continued moving around her waist, my hands smoothing over every inch of her toned figure. Her tongue was in my mouth now, swirling in response against mine as my hands glided over her back and up the back of her neck. She removed her sunglasses and placed them on the counter top behind me and continued giving my tongue a workout. Saliva was now streaming out of both of our mouths as our heads moved in unison and in divergence of one another. I held on the back of her neck for a minute, feeling the pulse of her rushing blood along her artery. Sammy’s breath became labored as I stroked her skin, running my fingers down the sides of her neck.

She tilted her head back and I immediately went to work along her nape, giving slight sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders. While pulling up on her dress, exposing her ass cheeks, my hands went to work on her backside, kneading her supple form with my hands. To my quiet delight, I was correct, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Is this in your way?” Sammy breathed, reaching to pull the dress up and over her head.

“No, let’s leave it on,” I whispered.

“Oh, okay,” Sammy sighed as my mouth continued to work on the base of her neck, my hands groping her ass cheeks firmly.

I moved my hands around to her front side; the dress flowed over my hands as I gripped her thighs and pushed them apart. They crawled with a mind of their own up and down her inner thighs, caressing them smoothly with each pass.

“My God, you are so beautiful,” I remarked, looking down at her. Sammy’s smoldering bright green eyes looked deeply back into mine and I was taken. Immediately, I went back to work kissing her passionately. My hands stroked over her toned legs, enjoying the feeling film izle of her silky skin in my rough, callused hands.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Sammy sighed delightfully as I continued kissing her neck, stroking it with my wet tongue.”

“Hell, yeah,” I choked, not taking my attention from her shiny, wet neck.

“Tell me, please. Tell me you want to fuck me,” Sammy whispered, “It makes me wetter than you’ll ever know.”

I grabbed the back of her neck firmly and deeply whispered into her left ear, “I want to fuck you.”

At the sound of those words, Sammy cooed and sighed and removed a hand from around me to rouse her pussy. I watched with eagerness as she moved in between her legs, pulling the seam of her dress up, towards her as she circled her mound.

“Oh, God…yes!” Sammy hissed, making contact with her pussy.

My face worked its way down, as I knelt down in front of her, pulling her breasts close to my face. I circled her right tit with my mouth, licking at her nipple fiercely through the thinness of her dress. Her nipples were hardened with anticipation as I continued working around each one, sucking gently through the sheer fabric. I pulled her body closer to me, wanting to surround her breasts with my entire mouth. Sammy pulled the back of my head closer to her chest as I my mouth and tongue worked in conjunction, trying desperately to kick her passion level up another notch.

I pulled against her ass now, wanting her to be as close to me as I could possibly get her. As I worked on her breast, my free right hand went to work on the other, massaging her firmness, bringing her other nipple to erect attention as well.

Sammy’s breathing continued to deepen. I wanted to pull her even closer. As I tugged, Sammy got the cue and removed her hand from the front of her and pulled it back and reached behind. She spread her legs a little. I helped by pulling her dress up and over her hips, as I saw her hand reach in between her legs from behind. She began stoking her taint. I had a picture perfect view of her pussy now as it hovered just inches in front of my face. Her mound was incredible: two small folds, separated perfectly in half with her dark tight slit. Each fold was covered with short jet black hair, neatly trimmed and combed.

“You like looking at my pussy?”

“Yes,” I firmly answered, not taking my eyes off of her gorgeous folds.

“Feel how wet you’re making me,” Sammy sneered down at me.

I reached a finger up into her and watched it glide into her without pause. Her lubricated lips fell against my probing finger and swallowed it as it passed her outer boundary and into her tight cavern. I pulled my finger out and it glistened and sparkled with her juices.

“Jesus,” I muttered, “You are wet.”

“Uh huh,” Sammy agreed, “Are you getting hard?”

“Yes,” I whispered, trying to ignore the growing stiffness in my drawers.

“Let’s see.”

I felt Sammy push back on me a bit as she grabbed onto my arm, encouraging me to stand. I obeyed quietly as she dropped to her knees and unloosened my belt. Quickly, she unzipped my pants and had my stiffening rod pointing right back at her.

“Oh, my,” Sammy giggled, pulling my boxers down, exposing my staff.

I watched with eagerness as Sammy pulled against the base of my penis with her hand and watched me from below, her green eyes piercing my soul.

“God, your cock…it’s beautiful,” she said as she teased me with her tongue, licking the bottom of it, her eyes never leaving mine.

Watching in complete wonder as she continued stroking the base of my dick with her wet tongue, Sammy tongue tickled over my length, licking my shaft up and down.

“Does that feel good?” Sammy smiled, cocking another eyebrow as she watched for my response.

My heart was racing now and my breathing was uncontrolled as I looked down at the incredible sight taking place right in front of me.

“Hell, yeah it does!” I breathed, closing my eyes, trying to remove myself from the situation temporarily as my excitement built.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes,” my jaw clenched. I couldn’t look at her. Every nerve was in my dick now as I continued to feel weak from the blood leaving my brain.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me that you want me to suck it,” Sammy teased. I felt her spank my dick against the side of her cheek.

“Please suck my cock,” I grimaced, feeling her wet mouth surround my aching tool.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Sammy’s head working around my throbbing member, stroking her wet mouth up and over my dick. Her tongue swirled around my mushroom head, circling the tip, only to give way to my length as her open hungry mouth took in most of my inches.

I stroked the side of her neck as I watched her head bob up and down on my stiffness, feeling every movement of her salivating delightful mouth move against me, engulfing me in pleasure.

“Mmmm…” Sammy gurgled, slurping on my hardened flesh.

“Feels so good, baby,” I coached, watching her head continue to bob on me, her lips seks filmi izle gliding smoothly over my sensitive pole. Her tongue lapped over and around my helmet, sending waves of tingling sensations crashing over my nervous system.

“You like me sucking your cock?” Sammy smiled, pausing from her task. She took a gentle hold of my ball sack while slapping my cock against her outstretched tongue.

“Yeah,” I shuddered, “You’re going to make me cum if you keep this up.”

“Good,” she replied, “That’s okay. We have all day, lover.” Sammy smiled as she eagerly placed her mouth around me again.

Her pace quickened as her tongue muscle held me in tight place against the roof of her delicate mouth. Her saliva had created a wet, inviting home for my dick as her oral action continued, surrounding me in slippery accommodation.

My edge approaching fast, I did not wish to cum yet. I pulled myself from her tight hold and stepped back from her seductive face. Wanting to focus more on Sammy’s pleasure while retaining my hard-on, I pulled Sammy to her feet. Sammy smiled slyly and stood, raising a leg around my waist. My cock flailed aimlessly and was sandwiched against our stomachs as Sammy moved closer, pushing her pelvis towards mine.

Instinctively, I grabbed a firm hold of her ass and lifter her up off the ground. She wrapped her other leg around me and pulled me tight in between her loins as she straddled my torso with ease. She began kissing me as her arms took hold of my shoulders now. While holding onto the angel in front of me strongly, I carried her into the kitchen behind us and set her slim figure onto the counter, while somehow maintaining oral contact with her mouth.

“Oooh, that’s cold,” Sammy giggled as her exposed legs touched the granite counter.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I offered, “my job is to warm you up to boiling point.”

“Go for it!” Sammy smirked, leaning back, pulling her legs apart.

Without pause, I was on my knees in a worshiping position before her. I pulled up on her dress, exposing her honey pot once more. Her opening shined in glimmering excite as her vaginal muscles flexed, giving breathing-like qualities to her private opening. Her pussy slit seemed to smile at me, inviting my presence.

I licked her inner thighs up and down and she pulled her pelvis back towards her and brought her feet towards her buttocks. This gave me an elegant view of her inner most privates as I admired her lovely forms for a moment.

“Let’s get a little messy,” I offered, watching her body writhing on the dark counter before me.

“What do you have in mind?” Sammy questioned coolly.

“Something sweet, like chocolate,” I smiled greedily.

Sammy knew exactly where I was going and played along implicitly.

“Top shelf, right side, in the corner, by the sink,” Sammy smiled.

I turned from her, stepping out of my pants and boxers and walked towards the cabinet. I opened the first cabinet while Sammy watched.

“No, the next one over to the right,” Sammy corrected.

I closed the door and opened the next one, obeying her soft voice. There it was, an open bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup: exactly what I was hoping to find.

Quickly opening the bottle, I jumped back towards Sam and poured a hefty amount of the syrup into my hand and rubbed it seductively onto the top of her mound. Smearing it all around her labia, I set the bottle next to her and went to town.

Forcing my head into her depths, I raced my tongue with seamless ease up and down her wet opening, tasting the musky sweet taste of her natural salty juices mixed with the sweet chocolate.

I licked, and licked and licked, and then licked some more as her body continued to respond positively to my oral attention. I pulled back on her lips as my tongue continued to probe her vaginal opening and surrounding delicate skin. I lapped at her now, sucking up the running chocolate liquid, now thinned with my saliva.

“Oh God, that feels good,” Sammy cried, begging me to continue.

I felt my chocolate covered hand clenched by Sammy’s hand and forced into her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, hungrily swallowing the sweet chocolate from them as her body continued to rock against the stone surface.

“You taste good, baby,” I paused, looking up at her, watching her slurp on my fingers. All I received in response was a mumble from her sucking mouth.

I allowed her to continue to suck my fingers, as I took my free hand and splayed her tight lips apart, watching her pussy flex before my eyes.

“My God, I could stare at your pussy all day long.”

Her opening looked so tight and wet; I couldn’t wait to begin to get her off. Holding her outer doors open, I dove into her with revitalized notion and started lapping up and into her folds. She seemed to love it as I continued, starting from her elegant rosebud, across her well-formed taint, over her urethra and into her inviting canal. Sammy moaned with pleasure as I continued up and teased her clit, sucking it greedily between my teeth. Repeating this pattern time and time again, Sammy started bucking her hips towards my eager mouth as I slipped my tongue inside of her sopped box. The chocolate was just about gone now, as I made my way over her tight flesh wrap again and again.

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My roommate.

So up until my daughters moved back in with me permanently I had a roommate. She was decent looking and had a boyfriend that lived about 45 minutes away so during the week she chilled at the apartment a lot and she would visit her boyfriend on weekends.

This worked for me because on weekends I would have my FWBs visit. During the week occasionally too and my roommate would get the hint and go to her room rather than hang out in the common areas.

Something happened on a Wednesday and the reason I remember it was a Wednesday was because that my errand day. Groceries or anything else on that day seems to go quickly as long as it’s not the first of the month.

I get home around 7:30 and start to unpack the car and the roommate, we will call her Joan, comes out to help me bring in the groceries in.

She asks me if any of my FWB are coming over that night so she can watch a movie on the couch in the living room. I tell her it’s all clear and I might join her after I have my dinner.

She always wore a big t-shirt and old PJ bottoms that hid her figure. She was curvy, but had a significantly thicker ass than boobs, but still generous. I would be lying if I said I didn’t notice. She had wavy black, shoulder length hair and green eyes. Pale even for a white girl.

I cook up some thinly sliced potatoes chicken breast and broccoli and seasoned it heavily. My roommate asked if she could try it so I made enough for her to have some. I brought the plates to the coffee stand and shooed away both my cats so they wouldn’t try to sneak any of the food. I opens up a cheap bottle of Riesling and got a couple glasses.

My roommate thought this was fancy. It was not and it added to my assumption that she didn’t grow up with any kind of culture outside of pop culture. She ate pop tarts for breakfast as an adult for fucks sakes.

Any way.

She is nice enough to pick up the plates and take it to the sink, but doesn’t wash them right away which bothers me, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful so I just chilled on the couch and continued to watch whatever it was she picked. I want to say it was something called Pitch perfect. I’m not a fan of musicals so I pretty much zoned out.

I notice after a couple glasses of wine that she’s not back so I go to do the dishes. Just as I’m finishing up I hear her come out of her bedroom and come up behind me. I assumed she was bringing her glass to be washed, but I felt her gaze on the back of my head.

When I turned she said “we need to talk”. Oh what erotik film izle the fuck I was thinking. She’s going to say she won’t have the rent this month or some shit like this. Instead she says to me that she knows I know she’s in an open relationship.

I nod. Then she tells me she got off the phone with her boyfriend and she got permission to have sex with me. I shrugged as told her that’s fine, but she won’t sleep in my bed when we are done. I don’t care how tired she is.

I told her to strip for me and she did without any hesitation. She dropped to her knees and I told her to her up. I’m not a huge fan or blowjobs unless I can tell the woman really wants to give a blowjob rather than treating it like a obligation.

I take her by the hand and take her to my room and tell her to get on my bed and lay back with her legs open. I ask her very clearly when the last time she was tested and she told me three weeks. Then I asked her if she’s fucked anyone other than her boyfriend since that time and she hadn’t. Good enough for me. I told her I was going to fuck her raw and get pictures of the mess I leave her for myself and her boyfriend if he wanted them.

I lowered my head to her pussy and began doing what I love. Licking up her lips and sucking on her clit making her do those beautiful pleasure spasms as my mouth did the work. Her moans filled my room and I looked up at her as she pinched and played with her nipples. I don’t know how long I stayed down, but she was grabbing the back of my head and looking at me in the eyes.

She told me clearly that she needed to feel my cock. I got up and balanced myself on my knees between her legs put a pillow under her ass to raise her hips so I could pound her right. I slid my cock head up and down her dripping lips and looked into her eyes. I would occasionally tease her by sliding in just a few inches. I loved the look on her face. I knew it wouldn’t last long when she put her hands on my hips and tried to pull me deeper into her so that’s exactly what I did.

Sliding all the way into her wasn’t as easy as she thought. I bottomed out in her and her eyes were peeled looking into my eyes and she cried out in pleasure and pain. I lifted her legs and almost folded her over and just started pounding away into her so deep and making sure I used my thumb to keep playing with her clit. Then it happened. The infamous squirt. It’s not like in movies. It’s not this fountain of squirting. It’s a slow, but obvious gush and once you’ve been a part of it you know it.

She came film izle so hard and clawed my back and shoulders. She started begging for me to cum, but I wasn’t ready and I really wanted to fuck her from behind and spank her ass that I’ve always stated it. I told her to shut up and turn over.

She obeyed without any hesitation, which I really liked. Her ass was so thick and juicy, but I wanted a better view so I reached over and clicked on my reading lamp and it gave me just enough light so really get a good look at her ass.

She had a tramp stamp of an eagle that was kind of tacky, but still a nice place to look at. I pushed her head down to the pillow so her ass would be up in the air for me. I looked at her asshole and saw that even though her pussy was nicely trimmed he asshole was perfectly hairless. Made me think that maybe she was planning something with her boyfriend this weekend.

I spanked her soft at first and then slowly increase the force of my impacts. I made sure the sound of the spanking was loud and clear enough to echo and I kept encouraging her to be my good little slut. I could see he pussy dripping the longer I spanked her. Her right ass cheek was getting nice and red from my right hand. My left hand was either pulling her hair or getting in the occasional spank on her left cheek then squeezing it and teasing her cute little asshole.

She started meaning for me to just fuck her already. I was so hard and my precum was a steady stream, but I was enjoying this too much. Then it happened.

“Just play with my ass first to get me warmed up if you want to fuck my ass.”

I did not expect this. I told her that’s fine if she wants me in her ass, but I’ll need to get the lube. I slid the toy box out from under my bed and got the lube and climbed back in the bed. I told her I would fuck her ass like she wants but I want to see her face when I slide into her. So I made her get back on her back.

I put the same pillow under her ass and lifted her legs again. I went down again, but this time I was focused on her ass. I don’t play around. Licking and circling her asshole and using my fingers to prep her then I started to add a generous amount of lube and started to slide one finger in her then two.

I used my thumb to keep giving her clit attention. When I welt like she was ready. I got back into position between her legs and aimed my cock at her prepare rosebud. Just the tip of my head was in and I stared into her eyes and she looked like the wanton slut I knew she could be but also so scared. She whispered seks filmi izle that I’m bigger than her boyfriend so I need to take it easy.

I was easy on her, but firm. Very firm. Adding more lube I slid into her until I was bald deep and she inhaled and cried out grabbing me and pulling me to her. Her ass tightening around my cock like a warm accommodating vice. She breathily kept telling me she loved my cock and needed me to please take it slow until she got used to me. I started to grind my hips and reminding her to breath.

She moaned and bit her lip and grabbed the pulled to the side of her head and looked like a demon, but I was tired of waiting. I added a little bit more lube and then set the bottle aside and grabbed her by the head using my arms to hold her legs back and started to fuck her like I didn’t care anymore because really I just needed to feel her. At first she looked so scared when she made eye contact, but then slack jawed and with tears in her eyes she started to nod. She then told me to fuck her harder

She didn’t need to tell me more. I relaxed myself and and then started to pound away into her grunting with each deep thrust into her tight ass. She started to cum again and needlessly told me she was cumming, but I felt it her ass tightening and there it was again she squirted. I would have to throw out that pillow.

Her ass tightening from her orgasm pushed me over the edge. Apparently my last deep thrust was too much for her because she yelled out, but she held my ass and pulled me in deeper as I cum so much deep inside her. I came so much she kept telling me she could still feel me spasming in her ass. I pulled out and did that after sex shuffle to get to the shower so I could wash my dick off Incase there was any shit.

There was none. It hit me that she was prepared for this. She cleaned herself out in preparation for me. I wondered how long she planned this. And then I wondered if her boyfriend really did give her the go ahead. He did, I found it later and one time he joined us and we DPed her on her bed when he visited.

This was the start of me fucking my roommate pretty regularly both alone and with my other FWBs and her boyfriend.

The primary itch she needed scratched was my thick cock in her ass as often as possible. One of my FWB got a little jealous because she’s never been able to take a hard fuck in the ass like Joan could do when she witnessed it. She thought I would stop giving her the cock, but I don’t expect all of my partners to be the same.

Joan and I are still friendly, but since my daughters are with me full time now we haven’t had a chance to really get down to business like before. Good news is that this Wednesday coming up I’ll be able to see her before she goes to work. I’ll

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It was after dinner when Gloria and Lynn Hydelman watched his favorite show. He had plenty of favorite shows, she not so much. As an associate editor for a local magazine Gloria was more into fact-based narratives, her attention tonight was not focused on the show.

Gloria ran her fingers down the sides of the Cosmo filled tumbler, watched little drops of moisture settle around the bottom edge. Lifting the glass, she noted the perfect dark ring on the coaster. She took a sip of the cranberry and vodka mix, and having thought out how to approach her husband.

“I need to know something,” she said.

Her husband’s attention didn’t waver.

“Lynn!”

“What?” he said, not breaking his connection with the TV screen.

This conversation with Lynn had begun several weeks ago, but had never been brought to fruition. It had to be now.

“This is important,” she said, her voice controlled and calculated.

“Okay, then.”

He tore his eyes reluctantly, Gloria thought, from NCIS agent Ziva David dragging a fellow agent from a burning vehicle.

“What is it?”

At the harshness in his words, her eyes widened, showed white around the centered ring’s of green. It was a rerun for God’s sake.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole.”

She grabbed a magazine from the side table and threw it at him. It crashed into the wall just above his head, pages all fluttery like some broken wing bird.

He’d ducked, but his attention was now riveted on his young wife.

“I can’t believe,” she said, “that I just did that.”

“All right,” he capitulated, giving her a sharp look. “What’s . . . so important?”

She scowled, bulldozing frustration lines across a smooth forehead. For a second she was almost at the gates of not speaking to him.

“Don’t be such a creep. This is significant.”

“I’m listening,” he said, softer this time.

“What do my orgasms look like?”

“What?”

“You heard.”

“You want to know that, right now?” Lynn said, turning back to the TV with a huff of indignation.

“Yes, damn it. What do they look like?” She leaned forward, snatched the remote from the Danish coffee table and pointed it toward the television in an implied threat.

“I think they’re beautiful, honey,” he said, too fast.

“You’re so full of shit. I’ve been told that a woman looks grotesque when she cum’s. Like she’s in pain.”

Her husband was silent, mouth open, defeat on his unshaven features.

On TV, David pulled her companion further from the incinerating car. It exploded, but Lynn’s eyes never left his wife’s face.

“I don’t believe that’s true at all. When you cum, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”

“I cum hard.”

“You do . . . and sometimes you’re all over the place.” He laughed, mocking yesterday’s strenuous jousting. “But I don’t mind in the least.”

“Now you’re making fun of me. Stop it. I need to know.”

“Take it from me, honey.” His voice softened. “When you cum, it’s a wild and wonderful ride.”

“Do I look happy?”

“Not, right now.”

“I mean when I cum, shithead. Do I look happy?”

“I . . . I never thought about it. Who isn’t happy when they climax?”

“I must see for myself.”

“I don’t know how we would manage that.” His eyes flicked to the TV screen when she wasn’t looking.

“I’ve been thinking––we could place a small mirror at the head of the bed . . .”

Gloria watched him consider the idea. She also felt that the sound and picture from the TV faded from his mind for a second, and in its place the naked image of herself doing things to him that were in some states definitely illegal.

“There’s the headboard,” he said, “it’s in the way.”

“It doesn’t have to be permanent. Just for a few days. We could use those plastic picture hangers, the kind that has the stretchy stuff.”

She envisioned Lynn thinking about the work involved, as well as how he might benefit from a mirror in the bedroom.

He shook his head.

“I can’t really see that working baby,” he said.

“You’re smart . . . you think of something.”

He was silent for a long minute, then said, “Honey, I’m sorry, but there’s no room or place to hang a mirror at the proper angle that will show what you want.”

She studied his craggy face, could tell by his expression that he wasn’t into mirrors. Lynn needed an incentive. What did he want more than anything? Oh! No. She heard that hurt too much, so that’s not going to happen. A threesome was way out of the question, even with that cute little Miranda next door.

This was driving her crazy. So, what was she willing to give up, or do? Gloria toyed with another idea, but could she overcome the dread that had plagued her for years?

“If you find a way, and I have faith that you can, I’ll do something for you that you’ve always wanted.”

His eyes locked with hers. “Look, that’s really great that you’re willing to do that, but¬¬¬¬––.

“You can cum in my mouth.”

That stopped him.

“You’ll . .?”

She nodded.

“This mirror is that important to erotik film izle you?”

“If you promise, you can do it to me right now,” she said, reaching for him.

“No.”

His voice was so harsh she stopped in alarm.

“You want this so badly,” Lynn said. “I’ll find a way, and you don’t have to do anything for it either.”

“But I want to,” Gloria said.

“Look, I’d love for you to do that,” he said, “but never, to get me to do something for you.”

“I want to please you.”

“You please me all the time.”

“But I want to please you in ways that other women please their men.

“You’ve always said . . .”

Gloria nodded in agreement.

“I know, thinking of something in my mouth the consistency of cooked Okra always made me puke. That was before. Realizing that nothing coming from you is immoral or nauseous has helped. I should be able to take your stuff like a loving wife, without my stomach rebelling. It is exciting knowing what’s lying in Peter’s two oval friends. Just thinking that I’m the one to make you cum, there’s butterflies in my stomach already. It’s time that I taste you.”

A huge gasp escaped from her husband as Gloria’s mouth closed over him.

He was already pole stiff. Pre-cum seeping from the tiny slit made her head swim. She sucked harder. Talking about it had made him more than ready, and when Lynn reached orgasm, she was in no position to do anything other than what was ordinary.

Afterward, when his breathing returned to normal.

“That was really fantastic, sweetheart,” he said, and hugged her close.

“I hoped you’d like it.”

“Oh, yes, I liked.”

She licked her lips. Wondered if they were bruised, because her partner had been very active, especially at the payoff.

“You didn’t mind?”

“Didn’t have a chance to find out.” It was a shy smile that greeted him.

“Tell you what, I do have an idea about the mirror. I’ll work only half a day tomorrow,” he said. “Have something up before you arrive home.”

Her eyes grew bright. “Thank you.”

“Humm,” he murmured. “If I’d known you wanted a mirror this badly it would have been done days ago.”

#

He’d thought about the mirror all morning, wondered who enticed Gloria with the idea. One of her girlfriend’s perhaps, or someone at work? Lynn would have liked to thank the person who helped Gloria give him the best blowjob ever, and the mirror wasn’t even hung yet.

He’d purchased all the hardware, and something else he hoped would suit her fancy.

Eurban Ct. was empty of vehicles when he arrived home. He hurried inside; happy the neighbors didn’t see his purchases. Not that it mattered. Until they were installed, no one could guess how the packages would be used.

An aromatic scent accosted his nostrils when he opened the door, and he took a deep breath. Every evening Gloria lit candles. Cinnamon still coursed through the house. Tonight a different flavor would waft through the rooms. The one that bothered him was pumpkin. In pie, pumpkin was delightful, but as a scent, it lacked a certain favorable ambience.

Lynn grabbed hand tools from the garage, and several hours later waited with great expectation. Apples on the kitchen counter reminded him of breasts, Gloria’s breasts. This time instead of just passing, he grabbed one, took a bite. He sat to wait, teased the apple. Took little nibbles around the entire circumference, like he would do to her with his lips. He heard her walk the steps first, then the doorknob turned and Gloria opened the front door.

“Hello.”

She smiled, threw her arms about his neck. The quick kiss was more pillage than passion. Gloria took off her summer jacket, looped it over her shoulder with fingertip hangers. Had Lynn been able to accomplish the task they’d talked about the night before? His face beamed, so that must be a positive. She strode to the bedroom, heart fluttering with hopefulness. The mirror was a little larger than she had considered, but a very fine looking glass. Alice would have been proud, and this was going to be a very welcome wonderland.

The frame color even matched the headboard. Nice job Honey. Anyone seeing the mirror however, would know why it was there. Turning to hang her jacket in the closet, Gloria flash-froze. A sharp thrill went through her entire nervous system. This was so, unexpected. Where the bi-fold closet doors had been, full-length mirror doors hung.

“Ohhh, I like,” she said, her voice piping. The reflection of the entire bed addressed her like a long lost Playgirl magazine.

“Meets with your approval then, my queen?”

“Certainly does.”

“Shall we try it out?”

“Soon as I bathe and you feed me grapes,” Gloria said, a quick giggle coming through the pink sensual lips. She threw her arms about him, feeling like royalty.

“I would rather feed you something else,” he said.

“That too, but later,” she said, “when I have the smell of printers ink and these smudges washed off my skin.”

“I can help,” he said, running his fingers over her shoulders.

She trembled, her eyes took in the film izle entire scene in the glass. Her mind worked many quick scenarios. Their clothes were gone and he sat on the bed with her kneeling. Heat flashed across her groin. An involuntary clenching of the lower muscles with further quivering weakened her knees.

He kissed her neck, the slim, strong shoulders; the thin-corded muscles drew more caresses. A soft bite and a kiss extracted a ragged breath. His fingers ran to the middle of her neck, kneaded the tightness there until she issued a low groan and he pulled the tab of the zipper. A sigh of plastic ticks ran to the bottom of Gloria’s spine. The dress fell to her ankles and when she stepped over the cloth, he picked it from the floor. His lips caressed the small of her back, lingered over the twin dimples that arched above the firm buttocks.

“I’ll take you up on that promise,” she said, with hushed undertones.

A knowing grin came to his lips.

Reaching under the clasp at the back of her bra, he snapped his fingers and she shrugged out to press against him.

He was reminded of the leftover fruit in the kitchen and the future in tasting these apples. Both soft mounds crushed against him with wonderful assurances of what was to come. She pulled away; her erect nipples poked his chest. Gloria ground her pelvic region into his leg and kissed him on the mouth. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, forced it open and brushed the peaks of her breasts across his chest.

“Oohh.”

“Don’t get too worked up,” Gloria said, laughing at him. “I still need my bath.”

With that, she ran from the room. He caught a glimpse of her dark triangle, then her tiny brief covered buttocks doing their best to lure him along. He stepped forward, but water rushed into the tub seconds later. He hung her dress, retrieved towel and washcloth to consummate his promise.

#

Upon entering, he found Gloria half submerged, her head resting on the slanted back of the tub. Steam rushed to fill the mirror over the sink with a million dewdrops. The irises of her eyes mere slits of green laziness watched as he laid the towel between the double sinks. Her arched eyebrows gave Gloria an expressive face, and brought out the high cheekbones. He loved the way she could raise each eyebrow independent of the other on command.

With each breath, her body rose in the water. During the upswing, her ribs were easy to point out. The kissable flat stomach with the indented belly button was a delight. Her breasts not influential enough to float quivered with every move, driving his desire one step higher. He searched for the soft spot between her legs, but soap foam covered the top of the water. Damn Bubble bath.

Lynn dipped the washcloth, felt the warmth of water rush into the fabric.

She leaned forward and he splashed water on her back, moving the cloth in sensual circles over the area.

“That’s so good.”

He traced the line of her waist, the ripples of her backbone, reached under water and washed her buttocks.

“Okay, lean back and I’ll do the front.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you would.” She gave him a coy little grin. “I’m perfectly capable of reaching those spots.”

“I was hoping.”

She leaned back. “Be gentle then.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“Not always,” she said, an enlightened grin advanced across the sexy line of her lips.

“You’ve not complained.”

“Maybe I had nothing to complain about,” she whispered, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Humm. You little tart.”

“You always said I was sweet.”

“That too.”

He washed as she wished, kneading the soft mounds, tweaking the nipples until she moaned. Downward to her knees, the well formed calves, and then her feet where he rubbed the toes, in between, then the ankles. He didn’t miss one spot in all the skin of those over-long legs. Softer than velvet Lynn’s fingers reached the reverse vee of her legs, touching with great concern until her lungs sucked in quick-labored breaths.

“Up you go,” he said.

“What? Finish what you started.”

“Later.”

“Damn you. I’ll tease you so much that you’ll cry for me to finish, and I won’t.”

“Hahahha. Stand.”

When she was out of the tub he toweled her dry, dropped to his knees, dried the back of her legs, the fronts, placed a kiss upon the little mound above the joint of her legs.

“Ahhhhh.”

He pulled away.

“Fuck you,” she said, her voice soft.

“I hope so.”

He reached in, his tongue tracing the outline of those succulent lower lips. Gloria’s legs

parted and Lynn ducked from the bathroom.

“Hey!”

“Follow if you dare,” he said.

Gloria ran, dove at him as he sat on the bed taking off his shoes. They fell back in a huddle of bouncing arms and legs.

“Ow, ow, ow.”

“What, what?”

“My booby, my booby. You’re pinching my booby.”

“Well . . . give it here, I’ll kiss it well.”

“Hurry.”

#

“Damn, I didn’t think to use the mirror,” Gloria said, a satisfied half hour later. The red and black highlights in her shoulder seks filmi izle length hair glowed in the light from the window, made her complexion softer and skin more bronzed.

“I must have done really well to make you forget.”

“Shithead.” She smacked his arm with her fist then kissed him on the cheek “Yes, you did. I’ll return the favor . . . I promise. You’ve made me so lethargic all I want to do now is rest in the afterglow.”

Lynn smiled.

“Go to sleep my love,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes. “I’ll be in the other room when you wake.”

He rose from the soft-side waterbed, gazed at his loving wife who was asleep already. She’d pulled the sheet about her and he wondered about that. He’d seen and touched every inch of that trim body and loved every spot, so she wasn’t embarrassed for him to see. Covering up must be an after-sex-woman-thing, he mused.

He turned the handle of the door and pulled it closed behind him, not releasing the handle until the door was full against the jamb. The soft little click of the latch going into the striker wouldn’t bother her.

Everything in the house reminded him of sex . . . even door latches had male and female parts. He smiled wider wondering what she had in mind when she woke.

There was one body part that he had never fully explored, except with his fingers and only during oral. She never mentioned attempting an entrance and he hadn’t brought it up, though he’d thought about it thousands of times.

Gloria’s small, heart-shaped ass intrigued him more than normal. He made sure that he touched every inch of her well-formed buttocks, and that little sensitive pink area where all the nerve endings existed. He was thankful for the firm ass cheeks that remained that way because of the walking she did in her job.

His grin became a smirk when remembering that once when he’d been in the rear position and over exuberant, he’d slipped out. On the following thrust, he’d slipped inside her anus. She was up and out of bed so fast, a hand over those cute little buttocks. He was left with his mouth open and a pulsating frustrated cock.

At first, he hadn’t been sure what had taken place.

“Damn, Lynn, that’s my ass.”

“I’m so sorry, honey. I hadn’t meant for that to happen.”

“Be more careful. That hurt.”

Inside, he was at war with himself. He’d never felt anything like that. Tight like dry massaging fingers, so unlike a warm, wet pussy. Couldn’t tell Gloria how wonderful he felt about it taking place.

“Are you all right?” Lynn had said.

“I’m okay,” she’d said, coming back to bed. “It was a bit of a shock to have something that big up there.

“You are very tight.”

“Don’t expect that’s ever going to be happening again.”

“Okay,” he said. “Not something that I dream about.”

He’d lied. Thought about it more than he could count, but she’d been so animate he’d never mentioned it. Every time he thought of that strong ring of muscles clamped about his cockhead for that one startling second he became aroused all over again. Gloria was a good lover, and though not experienced, she was learning, and he didn’t want to destroy any of her explorative nature.

He undressed down to his skivvies and fell asleep on the couch, the TV babbling.

#

It was seven in the evening when Gloria entered the living room. She stifled a yawn. Her well-formed legs played peek-a-boo where the Terrycloth robe folded around in front. She left him sleeping and went to the bathroom. She came out forty minutes later, feeling very cool, to find him still gone to the world. Lawyers would have called what she did next premeditated. She knelt beside the sofa, opened the front of his briefs and drew him out. Studying the limp thing in her hand she knew would not soon be small or as soft. It wasn’t a good-looking thing to give so much pleasure, but she loved it none-the-less. She giggled. In the eyes of the beholder . . . Gloria kissed the wrinkled, blunt head, lingering over the glands with tiny nibbles. The full lips parted just enough to suck the spongy head into her mouth. This time her mate tasted like skin . . . she grinned. Sometimes he tasted like her. At others, there was a slight salty flavor but when excited, musky, especially the pre-cum. Thank heaven he had plenty.

This clear fluid turned her on more than she would admit, because Gloria reasoned, her patronage had brought it all about, and was disappointed when it changed to real cum. Not that the taste of his cum was unpleasant . . . that just meant playtime was almost over. Enjoyment for her was building to the final act, not termination. She tittered, thinking that she never used extra salt on anything and wondered about cum’s value as a seasoning, or did it help retain water, like salt tablets? Had she gained weight lately? She chuckled around Lynn’s gathering girth.

It seemed only hours ago when her mouth had been filled with Lynn’s essence for the first time. It’d been strange, primeval and swallowing had been total reflex. Either that or choke. She remembered that small thick consommé slipping down her chin. He’d scooped it onto his finger, and before he could do anything, it was ingested. His eyes showed pure disbelief that she was that learned. It had been pure instinct on her part, and a shyness she had not experienced overcame her.

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Cindy was in the bedroom closet, getting dressed. Since it was 90 degrees, she put on a simple cotton dress.

“Where are you going?” asked Daddy.

“Daddy, I am going to the concert with Grace and Laurie.” Cindy replied.

“You are, huh?” Daddy said, blocking her way out of the closet.

“Yes, silly, I told you that yesterday. Cindy said back, gently pushing on daddy’s chest.

“Daddy gently took her shoulders and guided her towards the bed.

“Daddy, cut it out, I need to get going.” whined Cindy.

“So, babygirl”, said Daddy, “let’s review. You TOLD me you were going to the concert, yes?”

“Yes, I told you last week.” Cindy replied, a bit confused.

“But, you didn’t ask me.” said Daddy, sternly.

“Oh.” pouted Cindy. “I didn’t think I had to ask, you have a meeting anyway.” protested Cindy.

“Ha ha, nice try babygirl.” teased Daddy. “Of course you can go my love, but you always need to ask permission.” Daddy held her close and stroked her hair.

“So, I am going to have to give you a reminder. Stand up and bend over the bed babygirl.” demanded Daddy.

“Come on daddy, I can be good, please!” pleaded Cindy.

“Go on. No arguments.” Daddy pulled her up to standing, and then turned her around and bent her over.

Daddy lifted up her dress, and pulled down her panties and took them off.

Smack! Smack, Smack. Daddy gave her some light, playful spanks.

He pulled her up and hugged her. She hugged him back.

“So, I know you have been really working hard to get better and challenge yourself. So, as I reminder of what you are supposed to do, and I bit of a challenge, I have something for you for tonight.” said Daddy.

He walked around to the nightstand. He erotik film izle took out a new anal plug and the lube.

“Daddy?” asked CIndy nervously. “That is different from our jelly one.” Cindy whispered. She felt her heart pounding and started fidgeting.

“Yes, it is babygirl. It is designed to stay in your bottom longer.” Daddy said. “So you will be wearing this during your concert tonight.” asserted Daddy.

“But daddy, I don’t think I can do that! That is not fair!” Cindy protested.

“Well, ” said Daddy, “I can change your challenge to a traditional punishment if you want.”

“And that would be what?” Cindy asked, with a bit of attitude.

“Babygirl, you stalling and on the verge of being disrespectful to your Daddy.” Daddy said sternly. “You can handle this my pet.” said Daddy as he soothed her hair and pulled her close.

“So here. Here is your jelly one. Here is the new one. Same size, different shape and material.” explained Daddy.

Cindy looked at the new plug. Daddy was right, as usual. This one was thick silicone, the tip was rounder, but the same length. This one also had a cute purple jewel base.

She suddenly had nervous butterflies in her tummy. ” I guess I can handle it.” whispered Cindy.

“That’s my girl!” Daddy said. “Lay down on your tummy.” said Daddy.

Cindy laid down, still with nervous butterflies. Daddy got on the bed behind her. He put lube on his finger and got close to Cindy. He whispered in her ear to relax and then gently put his lubed finger in her bottom.

He then told her to be ready. He gently slide in the plug into her bottom. Cindy gasped, as she did with the jelly one.

“All set. How does it feel? asked Daddy ” A bit heavier, but ok. ” said film izle Cindy. Cindy then sat up on the bed while daddy gave her directions.

“That’s my girl. Remember, leave it in until the concert is over. If you have an emergency, obviously, take it out. Take extra lube with you just in case. Oh, and no touching yourself. Understood?” asked Daddy.

“Yes daddy.” replied Cindy. She kissed Daddy goodbye, then stood up to leave. Oh my. Her plug settled a bit, and she was aware of the plug hitting all the walls of her rectum. It was an odd feeling. She gathered her things, and left.

Cindy drove to the concert and was really getting aroused by the plug in her bottom. Sitting with it was different than standing. Each time she moved or did something different, she felt the plug.

She finally found a parking spot and texted her friends to let her know she was there. She got out of the car and began walking through the crowd with her chair and her cooler. She could feel the plug move with her. She could feel her wetness suddenly increase in her pussy. Her panties were damp. Her whole pussy felt swollen as she walked gingerly towards her friends.

“Hey girl! Are you ready for the concert?” This should be fun!” exclaimed Grace.

“Good to see you ladies. ” replied Cindy. “I can’t wait!.” Cindy texted Daddy to let him know he got there.

“Good girl. I can’t wait to take that plug out of your sexy bottom and replace it with something bigger.” texted Daddy back.

Cindy felt herself blush. She set up her chair and sat down. She was really aroused, and when she sat down it felt like she was pushing the plug further up her ass.

Cindy made idol chit chat with her girlfriends, and opened a beer. The band came out, and pretty seks filmi izle soon, they were singing along to their favorite songs. As the band continued, Cindy had a second beer.

About 20 minutes later, Cindy was still seated in her chair, and she felt a little dizzy. She decided to call it an early night. The band was almost done.

She said her goodbyes, and stood up to fold her chair back up. Folding up a chair is easy, but the simple task was more difficult to Cindy. Bending over to pick up the chair meant the plug moved and felt like it was going further in. Standing up to leave meant the plug shifted again, and felt like it was going to fall out. Cindy had to concentrate on squeezing the plug. As she was walking out, she realized that she had to go pee. The two beers she had went right through her. Cindy felt really nervous. She had never peed while she was plugged. On top of that, she had to use a port a potty. Ugh.

She really had to go, and the plug was not helping. The port a pottys were located in a row by where she came in. Ok, let’s do this. Why was she feeling so tipsy? Maybe it was the heat.

She entered in pulled up her dress. She squatted down to pee. When she peed, she noticed that the bearing down motion was also causing her plug to come out a bit. She reached back and held the plug and continued peeing. She felt like an acrobat. Finally she was able to pee more. She wiped herself, washed her hands and exited.

It was a long uncomfortable walk back to the car. She felt like she was walking funny. She had to still squeeze the plug tight and walk. She finally got to the car, and texted Daddy to let him know she was on the way home.

“How did you do with the plug?” Daddy texted back.

“OK-it was hard not to touch myself or take it out.” Cindy sent back.

“You are a good girl for doing what I asked.” Daddy sent back.

“Come get your reward.” Daddy replied. Daddy had sent a picture of himself on the bed, naked.

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As she lounged in her chic downtown office, which she customized herself, Vanessa stared at her favorite client.

That client was Dr. Morgan Latrell. A sex therapist. A young, fashionable and hip one at that, who was fun, charming, and brought in lots of revenue. Isn’t that every professional’s dream client? She even wore those unnecessary thick framed glasses for added effect.

They often had the weirdest discussions in that office in their years of knowing each other. But today was supposed to be about business. Vanessa was a literary agent and the hot doctor had a new book in the works.

“Okay, now seriously,” Morgan said, calming down from the laughter they shared. “My manuscript, what do you think so far?”

“Well, the good news is I’ve been in close contact with the publisher, and they think…”

Morgan playfully tsked her finger, before pointing at her agent. “No, no. I want to know what you think. The publisher is going to sell it anyway. I want some honest feedback from you.”

“It’s good,” Vanessa said curtly.

“That’s all? It’s good? That means you hate it.”

“No, I think it’s great. It’ll be helpful for a lot of people.”

“You’re my target audience,” Morgan replied. “A married woman in her sexual prime. So come on, tell me what you really think. Would you ever use any of the tips?”

Vanessa couldn’t help but glance at her bookshelf. It was filled with books written by clients of hers. Modern day literature. Best sellers. Some, she considered to be masterpieces. One of which was being developed as a movie with a famous Hollywood actor (a small independent movie, but a movie nonetheless…)

Those books are Vanessa’s pride and joy, helping people achieve their dreams and bringing great writing to the world. She could certainly talk about those books for hours on end. Anything ranging from plot points, her feelings on them, as well as the marketing and business side of things.

But now she was dealing with a sex manual. One with an eye catching name:

Pleasure Spots: 15 Delights for Every Couple by Dr. Morgan Latrell.

Sure, Vanessa was proud to represent such a book and present them to the publisher. After all, previous books by Dr. Latrell had made good profits, and most importantly, have helped thousands of couples around the world achieve a better sex life.

But frankly, discussing these topics were enough to make her blush. Especially when the Pleasure Spots book was laced with explicit sexual acts.

Nevertheless, she answered. “I honestly think it’s a great book. I’m positive it’ll help plenty of couples.”

“Do you find the tips to be practical?”

“Sure, of course.”

Morgan smiled, “Which?”

“Most of them, anyway.”

“Don’t be shy,” Morgan pried further. “What was your favorite chapter? I bet it was the oral sex instructional, wasn’t it? Have you used any of those tips on your husband?”

Vanessa gave a short sigh. “Yes and yes.”

“Oh my. Naughty girl. But I’m glad they were useful to you. Those were skills I’ve acquired over a very long career.”

“Okay, I get it, you’re the Liam Neeson of giving blowjobs,” Vanessa quipped. “Good for you. Now let’s get back to business. You know, the reason you’re here today.”

“This is part of business. It’s part of the book. I still need to work on the prologue and epilogue. Something that’ll tie the book together.”

Vanessa thought for a moment. “That’s true. Why not just a re-do of your last book? Say what you’ve learned in the past few years and how it’ll help couples succeed.”

“Too repetitive. Besides, that information is all over my website and blog. I need something else.”

“How about interviews with some of your biggest clients?” Vanessa offered. “It’ll add a personal touch to the story.”

Morgan smiled, “You’re a genius!”

“I try. Thanks.”

“Speaking of which, you don’t seem comfortable with all the topics in my book. At least that’s the impression I’m getting.”

Vanessa flashed a puzzled expression. “What’s this got to do with anything?”

“It’s totally relevant. And I’m curious. So, tell me. Which part doesn’t jibe with you?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Morgan insisted. “Answer the question.”

“The anal sex chapter seemed a bit…off…to me. From my perspective, anyway. It seemed like you painted too much of a rosy picture.”

A sly grin suddenly appeared on the lips of Dr. Latrell. “I think I’ve just found what I’m looking for.”

“Oh no,” Vanessa replied, shaking her head. “You’re not dragging me into this.”

“You’re perfect. Get that, perfect, for what I’m looking for. You’re married, cynical, and full of doubt that this will work. Exactly the kind of person I’m looking to convert.”

Vanessa shot a mean glance, which wasn’t scaring anyone. “First of all, this would damage my reputation as a respectable literary agent if everyone knows what I do with my butt. Secondly, my butt is off limits.”

“No one is going to know. It’ll be anonymous. Or I’ll give you a pseudonym. erotik film izle Problem solved on the privacy part.”

“Fine, but I’m still not doing anything with my ass.”

“Not even for your husband?”

“No way.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Too well-endowed?”

“It’s not the size. I’m just not comfortable doing it. End of story.”

“Okay, fine. I won’t press the issue anymore. But like I wrote in my book, first time anal makes a great gift for special occasions. And don’t you have a wedding anniversary coming up soon?”

That dreaded social media. Why did I have to put that on my facebook? Why did I have to tweet about it? A one-year wedding anniversary isn’t something to brag about. But these days, maybe it is.

“Believe me, Keith wouldn’t be interested. He’d probably even turn it down.”

Morgan roared with laughter. “A guy turning down anal sex? From his own wife as an anniversary gift? Too funny.”

“What? It’s true. He wouldn’t be interested, unless I was adamant about it.”

“Honey, I hate to break the news to you, but all men are interested in claiming a woman’s asshole.”

“You think so?”

“Most are, anyway,” Morgan replied, then pretending to think. “Do I need to explain this? Hmmm…let’s see. Well, men do love a tight hole. Also it’s submissive, it’s taboo, it shows ownership which plays to their egos, it…”

“Okay, okay. I don’t need a list. But I doubt it’s something Keith would be into.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because he’s never asked. Trust me, I know him. If he wanted anything like that, he would have brought it to my attention.”

“Don’t forget you’re talking to a sex therapist,” Morgan reminded. “A high-educated one at that. It’s common for people in healthy sexual relationships to keep things from their partner. It can be embarrassing. People don’t want to be judged or risk offending their partner, no matter how loving the relationship is.”

Obviously that was true. Everyone does have their secrets and their little fantasies or kinks. Vanessa certainly had a few minor fantasies that Keith didn’t know about. That’s normal. But anal? If Keith was interested in exploring that avenue, he would have asked her about it, surely?

“You’re wrong,” Vanessa said, partially to convince herself. “But I’m going to ask him anyway. Just to prove how wrong you actually are.”

“And if I’m right?”

“If you’re right, then you’re right.”

Morgan shook her head, smiling. “No, if I’m right, then you’ll be the focus of my prologue and epilogue. What better subject than you? We’ll have a blast doing this research together.”

“Somehow, the thought of research and my anal virginity don’t belong together.”

“It should. And it will.”

There was almost a playful giddiness to Dr. Latrell. As if the agent was now the perfect test subject.

***

Instead of cooking, Vanessa bought Chinese food on the way home. With the big question on her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was serve Keith her bland cooking. She needed to get things in the right mood, not that he’d be offended. This was more for her.

They ate and there was a feeling that she was distant. She nodded at everything he said, followed with the occasional ‘uh huh.’

“Is everything okay?” he finally asked.

It was now or never. And it wasn’t even such a big deal, right? Vanessa realized that she was blowing things way out of proportion and needed to end this once and for all.

“Anal sex. Yes or no?”

Keith was visibly taken aback. “Huh? Did I miss something?”

“Sorry for the bluntness,” Vanessa replied, shaking her head. “I had the craziest day at work with a client. You remember Morgan Latrell, right?”

He smiled and nodded. That sex therapist was the reason Vanessa had suddenly become so amazing at oral sex. Porn star good! He resisted the urge to express his fawning admiration towards the doctor’s work.

They had also met on several occasions, when Keith had been invited by his wife to various publishing events. If Keith had any idea the kinds of joy her writings would bring to his sex life, he’d have bought Dr. Latrell a pearl bracelet.

“How could I forget?” he continued smiling. “Of course I remember her. The lovely young therapist with the thick framed glasses.”

Vanessa saw right through this. “Let’s be honest, you don’t care about those glasses. She’s the author of that manuscript with all the oral sex techniques I’ve been using lately.”

“Oh, right. That too.”

“Anyway, she says that most guys secretly want anal sex with their partners, but are sometimes too afraid to ask. Can you believe it?”

He shrugged, “What’s hard to believe about that?”

“So it’s true,” she replied, squinting her eyes. “At least for you, anyway.”

“You’re acting like this is some deviant secret. It’s sex.”

Vanessa playfully sighed, “Okay, I’m clearly overreacting, which I have a tendency of doing.”

“But why?”

“Because I thought we were open about this stuff,” she film izle replied in earnest. “I guess I don’t like the idea of us keeping things from each other, including our fantasies.”

“I’m not going to cheat.”

“I never said you were.”

“But it seems like that’s what you’re implying,” he said.

She held her hands up. “Okay, let’s start over here. All I’m saying is that I’m surprised you never asked, if you wanted it.”

“I knew you’d say no.”

“How?”

“You’re always open about your interests,” he replied. “And you’ve never once mentioned anal sex. At any point. So, I didn’t want to pester you about it or you’d think I’m a perv, which I am.”

Keith added a light smile at the end to keep the mood light, which she appreciated. It allowed her to keep her guard down.

“Well, I’m glad we’ve cleared this up.”

“Do you have any fantasies I don’t know about?” he asked.

Vanessa tensed, hard. “This conversation is about you, not me.”

“Don’t do that. Let’s hear it…”

She sighed, “I guess if I had one fantasy that you don’t know about, it would be someone watching us have sex. You know, the whole exhibitionist/voyeur thing. I’ve always thought that would be kind of hot.”

“Oh really,” he replied, eyebrow raised. “And why haven’t you mentioned this before?”

“For precisely this very reason. You’re giving me that strange look, like I’m a perv.”

“We’re both perverts, apparently.”

“Within reason,” she clarified. “We’re a normal, healthy loving couple.”

“Exactly, with desires for anal sex and voyeurism.”

“I guess that does make us perverts,” she laughed. “Within reason of course.”

“But since we’re not pursuing this, it would also make us another sexually unfulfilled couple, doesn’t it?”

She shot a death glare. “I do fulfill your desires. And you fulfill mine.”

“But now we’re admitting that we have other desires, that we didn’t share before.”

“So what are you saying? You want to fuck my ass?”

“That’s a start.”

Vanessa picked up a broccoli from her plate and threw it at her husband’s face, which he caught and ate, thanking her for the nutritious vegetable. That bastard.

“You asked,” he pointed out, chewing the food. “Besides, would it really be such a big deal?”

For some reason, Vanessa felt that she was at a crossroads in her marriage and sex life. If she didn’t do this, then the thought of her husband being unsatisfied in some way, however immaterial, would always linger. If she did this, well, sex is sex. Besides, she could always stop if things got too painful, she figured.

“How would you feel about doing this for our anniversary?” she asked.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

“You were so defensive about it a moment ago.”

She reached out and held his hand. “We’ll go slow. Dr. Latrell is an expert on the matter. We’ll use the tips from her book, and if I’m uncomfortable, then we’ll stop.”

“I have a feeling our anniversary is going to be memorable.”

“It better be.”

“What about your exhibitionist fantasy?” he asked. “How should we proceed with that? Any of your friends in mind?”

She released his hand and slapped his arm. “Keith!”

“It was only a joke. Or maybe that’s for next year’s anniversary.”

“Focus on this year’s anniversary, mister.”

Vanessa gave a wry smile and sank to her knees under the dining table. She’d be needing anal advice from Dr. Latrell soon, but for now, she’ll have to stick with the new oral techniques she had acquired.

***

After dinner, while Keith was watching sports in the living room, Vanessa headed to the bedroom to satisfy her other addictions. Tweets, facebook updates, emails to friends and family, and updates with her clients.

In between, she texted Morgan everything. After a few more back and forth texts, Morgan called and Vanessa went into all the details.

“I knew it,” Morgan said with a certain slyness, like this was so obvious.

“Okay, so you were right, now what?”

“This is for your upcoming anniversary night, correct?”

“It is,” Vanessa confirmed. “Tuesday night.”

“Excellent!” Morgan proclaimed. “My schedule is free then. What time should I come over?”

“Pardon?”

“For the anal deflowering on your anniversary; what time should I be there?”

“Tell me that’s a joke,” Vanessa asked, knowing this probably wasn’t.

“Oh, grow up. Both of you get to have steamy hot anal sex. Plus you get to live out your exhibitionist fantasy. And I can have more details for the prologue of my book. We all win!”

All sorts of thoughts swirled through Vanessa’s head. Explicit ones. She imagined herself bent over the bed, while Keith roughly fucks her ass from behind, and Dr. Latrell watching them intensely through those thick framed glasses, maybe even rubbing herself in the process. How very unnerving.

But still, the doctor was right. They would all win. And if Vanessa were honest with herself, the idea did sound totally hot. A clenching seks filmi izle feeling appeared between her legs and she felt a spot of wetness.

“I’d have to ask Keith,” she said.

Morgan laughed. “Like he’d refuse. Let’s meet for lunch tomorrow. My treat. We’ll go over the game plan.”

That seemed to be the definite cue that the phone conversation was over, and they said their ‘byes’ for the night. Vanessa put her phone down and thought for a long moment. What the hell have I gotten myself into? She went down the stairs hoping Keith could talk some sense into this whole thing.

***

Dr. Latrell was proven right again. Keith was in favor of this anniversary plan, though he did tried to contain himself. After all, it wouldn’t be proper for a husband to be so enthusiastic for inviting another woman to their bedroom. But it was clear he wanted it to happen.

So when Vanessa met Morgan the next day for lunch, they had much to discuss. They were both dressed in their fashionable office attires, with skirts, blazers, and matching blouses. They looked every bit like professional women, but each brought their own kind sass to their professions.

Though they weren’t talking business today. Well, sort of. This directly related to Dr. Latrell’s prologue and epilogue for an upcoming book, which Vanessa had to continuously remind herself.

“It’s simple,” Morgan explained, taking a sip of her soda. “Women like anal sex because there are many nerve endings which are sensitive to the touch. Same for men. The pleasure can be intense if done right.”

Luckily the diner was crowded and packed, so no one could actually hear them. One of the perks in living in a big city.

“Will it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie. Yes, it’ll hurt. But I’m a professional at this.”

“How hands-on have you been with actual clients?” Vanessa inquired.

“It depends on their comfort levels.”

“Any specifics you can share with me?”

Morgan smiled and leaned in. “Specifically, I’ve gotten hands-on when clients have asked me to. Usually for things like guidance. For instance, if it’s something like oral sex, I’ll get down on my knees and watch, inches away, and provide instructions and techniques in real time.”

“Wow.”

“For anal sex, I’ve actually lubricated wives in front of their husbands, to show these guys how it’s supposed to be done. Nice, slow, lovingly, with lots of lube.”

“Goodness.”

Morgan nodded. “Goodness, indeed. Being a sex therapist can be messy work, at least for me. But it’s so rewarding. There’s nothing more satisfying to me than a sexually happy couple.”

“What happens after you’ve prepped them, orally or anally. I mean, do you just watch them in action?”

“Not watch, guide. I’m like a porn director. And they are my performers. I simply tell them what to do.”

“Is that what you plan on doing for us?”

“I’m open to anything,” Morgan replied. “Ideally, I’d be the one who lubricates you. Keith can learn my lube technique.”

The thought of exposing her rectum to a client suddenly made Vanessa lose her appetite. Sure it was scary and humiliating, but she tried to focus on the good side of all this. And she had to constantly remind herself that she was dealing with a highly paid sex therapist, who must be used to dealing and seeing all sorts of things.

Vanessa slowly nodded. “That sounds doable.”

“Would you be okay if I fluffed him?”

“You mean, suck his cock?” Vanessa asked skeptically.

Morgan pursed her lips. “I don’t mind. Assuming you’re okay with that.”

“We’ll have to discuss that later.”

“Fair enough. I think it would work best that way, with you bent over and all. For proper penetration of your small hole, Keith would have to be rock hard. So I wouldn’t mind sucking him for a few seconds to get him ready.”

Fuck…

“We’ll discuss that later,” Vanessa repeated.

“Got it.”

Now it was Vanessa’s turn to lean forward. “Be honest, do you actually think I would enjoy this? Can any woman be– you know — trained for this? Is it something any woman can get used to?”

“Why not?” Morgan smiled. “It’s far more common these days. And it’s all relative. Women are different sizes and can handle different things. With my techniques, you’ll be able to accommodate your husband. Trust me.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Morgan’s smile only grew. “I love it. I really do. It feels far more intense than vaginal sex. I find that it hits all sorts of pleasure inducing nerves from deep within nature. I feel like I’m sucking my partner deep inside that tight, forbidden hole, which is very taboo. And I’m a lover of taboo things.”

There was a lust in the doctor’s eyes, which made Vanessa all the more curious about the anal experience. If this doctor could help so many people enjoy this (along with various other things), then why not her too? Vanessa was in decent shape, a former high school athlete, and she considered herself to be a tough woman.

“Sounds riveting,” Vanessa said.

“Quite. It’s something you’ll have to experience, the proper way.”

“I’m sure it’s going to be an anniversary to remember.”

There was a gleam in the doctor’s eyes which instantly made Vanessa nervous, yet oh-so excited.

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(Author’s note: Part 4 picks up immediately after part 3.

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD.)

——————————————————-

Amy had been sitting with her eyes closed in a state of utter relaxation, wrapped in Tommy’s strong embrace. Suddenly they opened, and looking down, she saw Tommy’s erection, still straining against his shorts.

“Oh, Tommy, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot about…that,” she gestured to his crotch. “Are you sure I can’t, you know, help take care of it? It seems so unfair to leave you that way.”

Tommy glanced at the TV. There were maybe ten minutes left in the movie. Plenty of time really. But he was still worried.

“Amy, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t WANT you to. But I’m just concerned about making another mess all over you, or worse, on your parents couch!”

Amy looked sad, then thoughtful. She looked up at him suddenly, with a gaze that was both shy yet determined.

“I have…I have an idea,” she said, her voice shaking, “but I don’t know what you’ll think of it.”

Tommy looked at her quizzically, so she continued, “I could…I could, you know, put it in my…in my mouth.” She blushed at her own brazen words.

Tommy’s eyes went wide. “You mean…?”

Amy simply nodded. Her face still flushed but also filled with love and determination. “Yes,” she answered. “I want to please you that way. Please?” she begged, pouting.

Her plea broke any remaining willpower he had left to resist. He kissed her, then smiled. “How could I possibly refuse that pretty face?” he chuckled.

He sat back, loosened his shorts, then slid them down. His cock sprung free immediately.

Despite having seen and touched it in this state earlier that evening, Amy still couldn’t help but giggle at how his penis bounced and twitched all on it’s own.

“What would be the, you know, best way to, you know, do that?” she asked, suddenly feeling bashful.

“Um,” Tommy thought, “maybe on your knees? On the floor?”

Amy nodded and slid down to the floor, placing herself between Tommy’s legs.

This seemed like a good position, she thought, as she got her first really good, close up look at his penis. There was a long, thick vein that ran up the underside of it, from the bottom of the shaft up to the strange indentation of flesh just under the tip that reminded Amy vaguely of her own folds just above her clit. She observed his balls again, in their strange little sack of flesh, covered in small dark hairs.

“It’s all such a strange looking thing,” she thought to herself, “but somehow beautiful, and arousing.”

Amy took his throbbing member in her hand, feeling it pulse in her grip, then started to lean forward towards it.

Just as her lips approached his swollen head, she froze. Letting go, she looked up at him, suddenly afraid.

“I…,” Amy started, “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” she stammered. “What if I hurt you?”

“You don’t have to do this, Amy, we can stop right now,” Tommy said, concerned.

“No, no, I’m just…I wanna do good,” Amy smiled weakly, “just afraid I won’t be.”

“Relax, take your time, go slow, you’ll be fine baby. I’m so worked up this won’t take long anyway,” he laughed, calming her. Then he echoed her earlier words, “I’ll guide you if needed, ok?”

She nodded, smiled, then advanced once more towards his throbbing cock. She felt Tommy’s hand touching her face in gentle reassurance, then brushing her hair back away from it. She met his gaze and smiled.

Her lips found his head and kissed it tentatively. As before in the woods when she touched it for the very first time, it suddenly started bouncing up and down like a diving board someone just leapt from.

She suppressed her mirth this time, determined to get down to business. Again taking ankara sınırsız escortlar his thick shaft in her tiny hand, she held it steady, as she kissed the tip more confidently now. Tommy gasped, feeling the warmth of her lips make contact with his sensitive glans.

Feeling bolder, Amy parted her lips and slowly took the tip in her mouth.

Tommy winced suddenly, and whispered through his clenched jaw, “mind the teeth!”

Amy’s mouth let go immediately, and she blurted, “Shit, sorry! You ok?”

“Fine, I’m fine, just…it’s ok baby, try again,” Tommy said reassuringly.

Amy’s cheeks flushed hot, but she nodded and slid her lips over the tip of his cock again, this time making sure to keep her teeth clear.

She got past the tip easily enough, then took another inch or so. Here she paused yet again. She had no idea how far she should or could go, or what to do next.

Sensing her confusion and hesitation, Tommy spoke to her softly. “Only go as far as you’re comfortable, baby, then just slide it in and out, kinda like what you did with your hand earlier, but using your mouth instead. Does that make sense?”

“Mmm hmmm,” Amy replied through her full lips, the vibrations causing a groan of pleasure from Tommy. She made a mental note that he liked that.

Slowly, Amy started to move her head, up and down, feeling the hot flesh of his cock sliding across her tongue, feeling the ridge of his tip passing in and out of her lips; a very strange yet pleasurable sensation.

She was starting to get the hang of it. Using her right hand to hold his cock steady, her grip gentle yet firm at the base, Amy continued to bob her head up and down over his cock, although she still only dared to take about a third of it.

It was incredibly hard, yet also felt somehow soft and spongy in her mouth. She was surprised to realize it had no real taste to it at all besides a hint of salt.

She was so busy concentrating on what she was doing that she barely remembered to check to see how Tommy was handling it.

Looking up, she saw him covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his groans and gasps. But his eyes spoke volumes as to the pleasure he was receiving.

Their eyes met again, and Amy somehow managed a smile despite having the first penis she’d ever seen, touched, and now sucked in her mouth. She started humming again softly, grinning up at him with a wicked sparkle in her ocean blue eyes.

That sent Tommy over the edge. These sensations were all too new to him, far more intense and pleasurable than anything he’d ever managed to create with just his hand. There was no way he could hold back for long.

Amy suddenly felt his penis swell in her mouth, like it was expanding somehow. The earlier handjob she’d given had clued her in on what this meant of course; his climax was imminent.

Now was the moment of truth, Amy realized. Would she be able to handle him squirting all that thick, sticky stuff in her mouth???

Despite being completely inexperienced, Amy was a smart girl. She decided the best course of action in a split second.

Quickly she lifted her head up so that her mouth now only held his throbbing cock head. Her lips sealed tight around the ridge forming a vacuum. The hand that had been gripping his base now started to stroke his shaft up and down as he’d taught her before, jerking him while applying gentle suction with her mouth.

If she was going to try to catch all of his squirt, she decided she should treat his cock like a straw and try to suck it out. That’s just what she did, and she felt the first blast pushing its way up his shaft under her hand, forcefully shooting out the tip.

It hit her tongue; hot, salty, but also sweet somehow. The texture was thick and creamy, like some strange combo of yogurt and egg whites. Amy ankara suriyeli escortlar tasted it for only a microsecond before acting on instinct and working the slimy glob to the back of her throat and swallowing.

Just in time for the second blast. This one caught her less prepared, and she choked slightly, then kept going.

But there was simply too much to keep up with. Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow, and with horror she realized some of his cum was leaking out past her lips despite her best efforts at containment and about to drip on the couch.

Suddenly she felt a hand just under her chin. Tommy, thinking quickly, had grabbed some fortunate nearby napkins and was using them to catch the run off oozing from her lips and down her chin.

She took the napkins gratefully, and quickly mopped up her chin. Amy pulled her mouth back until her lips were resting just over the slit of his tip, then slowly stroked his still hard shaft, feeling the last few drops squeeze out on her tongue.

She rolled his cum around on her tongue a bit, savoring the taste this time. It didn’t taste bad, nor did it taste good, she thought. Just…odd. But it certainly wasn’t terrible or anything. And just the notion of what exactly it was, and just how it had wound up in her mouth, sent pleasant little shivers through her.

Amy looked up at Tommy, the tip of his penis still on her lips, and grinned proudly. She’d done it! She’d actually made him squirt with her mouth! And managed to keep it from getting truly messy by actually swallowing almost all of it.

Amy felt his penis starting to soften slightly in her hand. She marveled at the fascinating biology of it all for a moment before deciding on a whim to lick him completely clean of the last few splashes of cum that were stuck to him.

She heard Tommy moan, and felt his body tremor, as she gently finished cleaning his shaft and head with her tongue. Then, giving it one last kiss, she reluctantly let go of his slowly deflating penis.

Amy then felt a sudden pang of guilt. Not for giving her first blowjob, no. She actually felt proud about that. She just felt bad for being so focused on what she was doing that she’d totally missed out on seeing most of Tommy’s reaction.

She looked up at him again. His face was flushed, but grinning ear to ear. She noticed with some alarm that his lower lip was bleeding, and called his attention to it.

“Really?” Tommy muttered, as if coming out of a trance. He tentatively touched his lip, saw the blood on his fingers, then chuckled softly. “Well, it was either bite my lip or scream so loud I’d wake your parents. Small price to pay, I guess,” he said laughing. “It’s not bad, it’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He dabbed his lip with a fresh napkin, wiping off the blood.

Amy got up off her knees and sat beside him on the couch, then simply wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug that he returned in earnest.

“That was beautiful, Amy. Absolutely amazing. Thank you so, so much,” he whispered in her ear, followed by, “I love you.”

“I know,” she whispered, grinning again. Tommy laughed. “Well played, princess.”

Looking up, Tommy noticed the credits were now rolling on the movie.

“Shit, I better get moving,” he sighed, reluctantly letting go of Amy and reaching down to pull his shorts back up.

“Wait,” whispered Amy, “just a second, I just wanna…,” her hand wrapped around his now soft penis and gave it a gentle squeeze, “…say goodbye.” Then she giggled. “It’s so strange how different it feels when it’s soft,” she marveled.

“Yeah, well keep that up and you’ll wake it up again,” he said, only half joking. He already felt it starting to stir despite having just had his second orgasm within a couple of hours.

“Take a last look,” he sincan türbanlı escortlar cracked before pulling his shorts up and adjusting everything back to normal.

Their eyes met again, and Amy gently kissed him, taking care not to put too much pressure on his sore lip. But it had already stopped bleeding and he didn’t wince at her kiss, simply returned it.

Finally they broke the kiss, and Tommy stood up. “Time for me to go, babe, sorry.”

Amy nodded, then suddenly looked troubled. Noticing the look, he asked, “What is it? What’s on your mind?”

Amy took a moment to gather her thoughts, then finally spoke. “Tommy, I…I’ve really…enjoyed everything we’ve…done together tonight. All of it. And I don’t feel guilty or shameful about it. Does…does that make me…a slut?” she asked with a gulp.

“No, God no,” Tommy gasped. “Do you love me?” he asked her, looking in her eyes.

“Yes, so much,” she replied earnestly.

“I love you too, Amy. And I don’t think it’s wrong for two people who love each other to…to do these things, to…to make each other feel good. To…please each other,” he said, “no matter what some guy in a collar says from a pulpit.”

Amy’s face relaxed and broke into a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said softly, “that makes me feel better. Because I feel that way too.”

“I gotta say,” said Tommy, “It kinda surprised me the way you swore when you were orgasming. It was…it was kinda hot.”

Amy blushed but grinned. “Yeah, that surprised me too, actually,” she said, then just shrugged.

They shared one last embrace, a quick final kiss, and then Tommy was out the door.

He turned to look back at her, waved, and whispered loudly, “I love you. See you again soon.”

“I love you too,” she mouthed silently, blew him a kiss, and closed the door.

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The night air was cool on Tommy’s face as he walked home slowly. He was in no real rush and wanted a few minutes alone with his thoughts anyway.

He had no idea how or where things would go from here. He only knew he was in love, and that he wanted to continue to see Amy as, not just her friend now, but also her lover. And he certainly wanted to explore more things that two young lovers could do together, when she was ready for those things of course. He promised himself not to get greedy or pressure her, but allow things to happen naturally.

Suddenly he remembered something, and broke into a wicked grin.

“Guess I’m taking a little of Amy home with me,” he thought to himself, and held his hand up to his nose to sniff his fingers.

They were dry now of course, but her scent was still there, the lingering aroma of his young lover’s arousal that sent a shiver through his body, and blood rushing once again to his cock.

“I suppose I’ll have to wash this eventually,” he thought. “But not tonight. “

His pace quickened as he reached the sidewalk to his front door, and quietly he turned his key and slipped inside.

Taking off his shoes, he crept silently up the stairs and into his bedroom, closing and locking his door behind him.

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Authors Afterwords:

I will be continuing this story. I’m just unsure how to proceed at the moment. I know the destination, just not sure of the exact direction from here.

I do know I want to continue the more realistic path I’ve been on as opposed to some quick left turn just to get them into bed together faster. I want their first time to be right.

So if you’re looking for Amy & Tommy to lose their virginity by chapter 5, you’ll probably be disappointed.

That being said, Amy has had her first few tastes of sexual exploration in just the one evening this story has encompassed so far. And I think she likes it. A lot.

And Tommy is a young teen male, pretty sure he’s hooked too lol.

I suppose this will all depend on how much trouble the parents cause. Will they keep the young lovers apart, or allow young love to bloom despite the risks?

I suppose we’ll find out eventually…

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I was 40 plus with a boring sex life. I needed to do something about it. I had enjoyed a few sexual encounters with young men. I met most of them at the gym where I went to exercise and keep trim. One very adventurous lad told me about a sex website. I checked it out, joined and posted some naughty photos. Then in came a flurry of messages.

This was the beginning of a vibrant secret sex life for 4 years. One day a message from a man called Tim arrived. It was a different proposal than the normal.

He wanted to organise a “Gloryhole Day”. He wanted me to enjoy as much cock as I could take. We chatted online, then on the phone. We set a date in April and he rented an apartment in the city.

The day came so I told my husband I was going in town shopping and lunch with girlfriends. I hopped on the bus so excited for what lay ahead of me.

At the apartment I met Tim for the first time. An ordinary looking guy but with a talent for sex and a desire to watch and share. He had set up appointments with men to come get their cocks sucked.

Although I knew I wouldnt be seen I dressed in black stockings and suspenders and a lacy bra with killer heels to feel sexy. In the hallway he installed a blackout sheet with a hole. I knelt on a pillow and waited to receive my first cock.

Some of the men he invited had fucked me before but others were total strangers. The first lad put his fat cock through ankara escort bayan the hole. This was Marcus. He was so excited he came in my mouth in minutes. While I sucked him Tim took photos of his cock and me sucking him. I felt just like his dirty whore.

Next up was another friend Luke. He literally facefucked me with his big dick, stuffing it right into my throat making me gag and splutter. I was so turned on my crotchless panties were getting wet.

The third man was a stranger. I started to suck him and used my cockslut skills. The tip of the tongue, gentle flicks, licking and lapping, sucking hard and slow and fast. spitting and sloppy gagging and sucking his big hot balls…. I kept on and he didnt cum.

Two guys were waiting in the corridor and another two outside. Tim took charge. He said to the man Stuart to come into the apartment as we had a queue and did not want to arouse suspicion. Tim had an idea! If I did not mind being seen would I do a circle suck with these 5 men?

I was so horny I agreed. So I positioned myself on the rug centre of the room. The 4 lads came in to join with Stuart and his raging hardon. They surrounded me and out came their cocks. I sucked at my first one while wanking the two lads either side. I felt hands on my big tits, on my ass and pussy. Tim was filming capturing me in my ‘cheating married slut’ element!

The first lad David spurted in my ankara bayan escort mouth while the one in my hand got excited and spunked on my tits. I swapped my mouth onto the cock I had been wanking and took another two big dicks in my hands. I sucked hard and fast. Bobbing up

and down until Rob couldnt hold on any longer. He blew a copious load over my face as he pulled out! Now I hung out my tongue like a puppy dog and had both Stuart and Chris take turns putting their cocks in my mouth. I was sucking and licking, wanking their shafts and squeezing their balls. Chris thrust his cock deep in my throat and pumped it full of creamy jizz. As he pulled out Stuarts throbbing cock just made it into my mouth to choke me with another load.

I sat back on my heels like the cat that really had the cream. I laughed, licked my lips and looked at Tim who snapped a photo of me. Tim took out his dick and walked towards me. I held it in both hands like a trophy looked up at him and proceeded to give him my best blow job of the day! He spunked on my outstretched tongue and on my face making me his dirty slut!

The lads all thanked me as they left, complimenting me on my beauty, my sexy lingerie and my filthy skills.

Tim said lets clean you up and have a coffee! I had half an hour before the next appointment at the hole so we sat and chatted and got on famously.

The next lad pushed sincan escort bayanlar his cock through and then another and another. I was truly being a filthy cocksucker. It felt incredible. I was a dirty whore not a boring wife.

Tim wanked a few of them into my mouth. We enjoyed being behind the sheet seeing our own depravity and lust. Tim loved seeing me covered in spunk, straining and gagging on those different size and shape dicks.

Another 10 guys visited in the afternoon and I sucked and sucked like never before. The final man was a FWB of mine, John. He said hello through the curtain and I started to suck him. He blew his load quickly but I knew he would be good to go again.

I asked Tim to invite him in. Tim said to John “would you like to share this dirty cocksucking slut with me?” They laughed and took me into the bedroom. Here, I was placed on the bed. John kissing me and Tim licking out my soaking wet cunt. Then with a quick flip over Tim was deep in my cunt pounding me like a machine while John facefucked me brutally like a filthy dog.

Being spitroasted I was in sexual heaven. Both came hard pumping more cum inside my holes.

John had to go as he told his girlfriend he was working late. Tim and I had a steamy hot shower together with some more sexy naughty play. I got dressed and thanked him for the most exhilarating day of my life.

I left to catch the bus home. I couldnt stop smiling. I swear that at least 3 men on that bus could tell I was still desperate for sex. When I got home my husband said ‘Suck me off babe, I really want to cum in your mouth. I dropped to my knees and did my wifely duty! He was a happy man. I was a secret slut.

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Up on the deck of his yacht Han surveyed the coastline with the same ice blue Aryan eyes that had undressed and seduced a thousand women. Leaning back he draped one arm lazily across the blue and gold upholstery as he swirled his whiskey on the rocks.

It was a beautiful evening and up ahead the lights on the island were beginning to twinkle. But his enjoyment of the moment was sullied by the knowledge that this was probably going to be his worst birthday yet. Best that he accept it now rather than later he decided. Instead of the typical hedonistic celebrations he usually opted for he’d agreed to meet his younger brother who for some strange reason insisted on going out for birthday drinks this year. Han had been under the impression he didn’t drink alcohol but was glad to find that he was wrong. As a rule the two of them rarely saw each other what with Han’s high flying lifestyle and Leo’s aversion for all things conventional. But just for once things looked as though they may turn out a little differently than he expected.

“Good to see you!” cried Leo as Han stepped up and out of the launch. Han stood awkwardly as Leo clapped him ecstatically on the back. He grinned in spite of himself realising that it actually felt good to see his brother again.

“So what’s the story then Leo? What have you got planned for us?” said Han rubbing his hands together wickedly. “Strippers? A visit to some back alley brothel? Some good quality dope?”

He said this in a light hearted way but when Leo’s eyes momentarily lost their sparkle he knew he’d taken it as a jibe; a poke at his simplistic, bohemian lifestyle.

“I think it’s important that we mark your thirtieth birthday together. What we do or do not do is irrelevant,” answered Leo solemnly.

Han eyed his brother’s overgrown sideburns, wispy blonde hair braid and unbuttoned steel grey Kaftan doing his best not to roll his eyes. His chest was bare underneath.

God! He sounded like fucking Yoda! And how the hell had he gotten a body like that anyhow?

It was like something from the movies. All chiselled and golden and without a single hair. For a few seconds jealousy twisted his mouth but was quickly banished when Han reminded himself just how many digits there were in his bank balance.

He smirked to himself and followed Leo to his beat up old Chevy truck. He had half expected to find a donkey saddled up and waiting.

“So where are we going?” Han asked once more as they navigated a heavily pot holed road.

“I told you. We’re going for drinks.”

“So you do mean alcohol?” said Han in disbelief.

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” Leo answered, swerving to miss an old man with his goat.

“Because you don’t drink. Well at least I thought you didn’t…”

“I only imbibe alcoholic drinks if they have health benefits,” replied Leo looking deadly serious.

“Health benefits!” snorted Han. “There are no health benefits to drinking bud. You just ask my liver.”

“Maybe you haven’t found ankara escort bayanlar the right tipple then,” said Leo pulling up outside a quaint little bar.

Paper lanterns hung from the trees and incense impregnated candles filled the air with their musky scent. From unseen speakers a woman sang in a softly lilting language unknown to Han and a river burbled close by.

Taking a seat beneath a palm tree the two brothers beckoned the bar man to their table.

“I have no idea what to order so I’ll happily to leave it to you,” smiled Han magnanimously.

Leo nodded and with perfect fluency ordered them drinks in the native tongue. Not long after the man reappeared with a tray bearing multiple shot glasses of unnamed alcohol and a bowl piled high with plantain chips, a basket of miniature flat breads and some sort of rice dish.

Without skipping a beat Han reached out and grabbed a shot glass of eye watering grog.

“No, no!” said Leo. “You must eat first. Else your stomach may bleed.”

“What the fuck?” cried Han holding out the drink as though it were poison, which indeed it was in a manner of speaking.

“There’s nothing to worry about as long as you eat first,” said Leo reassuringly.

“Oh. Ok,” said Han. Dubiously he took a bite of bread. “What is that stuff anyhow?”

“It’s called Qo long ti. It’s a traditional drink made from venomous snakes and tree sap. Extremely good for the blood, eyesight… and sex drive,” added Leo with a wink.

“Wo, wo, woah!” said Han holding up his hand. “Snakes? You expect me to drink snake poison vodka? No way!”

“It’s not that bad. It’s actually nicer than vodka,” Leo said swallowing his first shot. “And trust me. Where we’re going shortly you’ll be glad of every little drop.”

“What does that mean?” mumbled Han, his mouth full of coconut rice.

“You’ll see,” muttered Leo knocking back his second shot.

Several shots later Leo announced it was time to go and after settling their bill the two brothers made their way along the dark road agreeing that they would pick up the car the next day.

“So where we going now?” asked Han slurring his words slightly. “And how come you didn’t sing happy birthday to me yet?”

Leo laughed and pointed to the house just ahead of them. A young woman stood waiting on the front porch.

“Maybe I’ll sing later,” he said. “That’s where we’re going. We’re going to take part in a little yoga. Vivistra Kama to be exact.”

Han said nothing. This was just what he’d come to expect from Leo. Eccentric to the last. He followed him up the garden path in silence shaking his head at the evening’s unfortunate lack of strippers.

Once inside the girl at the door directed them to a large room at the back of the house where the floor was covered with thick spongy matting. A line of four girls followed them in, each wearing a silver kimono style robe. Along the walls flickering candles threw down their amber light from wrought iron sconces. The warm glow ankara esmer escortlar made the girls appear even more beautiful; if that was even possible. They were all stunning.

To Han however, one stood out dramatically from the rest. She was simply exquisite, with catlike eyes framed by thick long lashes. She moved with cat like grace too as though she belonged somewhere out on the savannah stalking prey. Her skin was a smooth deep mahogany and her hair the colour of polished jet. And her mouth! Oh God! Her mouth was something else. It was sensuously curved with a hint of amusement, her soft lips an alluring shade of dusky pink. They were parted fractionally, just enough for Han to get a glimpse of pure white teeth and the tip of the baby pink tongue that rested on them. For some reason it gave him a jolt of pleasure that took several minutes to dissipate.

Suddenly without warning they all slid off their robes and stood as naked as the day they were born before the men, gazing serenely ahead. Han’s mouth went dry.

“I thought we were doing yoga?” he whispered.

“Shhh…!” replied Leo frowning in annoyance.

From somewhere behind him subdued sensuous music began to play — and the girls began to move.

Leo motioned for Han to sit, so he sat cross legged and watched, utterly spellbound.

They stood in pairs and just in the optimal position for Leo and Han to see absolutely everything. He wondered absently if it was intentional.

The two on Han’s left fell back onto the mat and arched their backs, thrusting their pert breasts and toned abdomens into the air. Such was their flexibility it was no hardship to them at all to be in such awkward positions. In fact they lay there with their beautifully groomed vaginas on display for a full ten minutes as though it was the most natural thing in the world, in every possible way. It was all Han could do to restrain himself from leaning forward to suckle their exposed clits but he wasn’t sure that was allowed.

To the right of Han the other two were poised on one leg with the other raised so that their feet touched. The discipline involved in such a move was extraordinary but all Han could concentrate on was flesh. Soft, quivering, warm flesh. It was hard to know where to look first.

He wanted to touch. To jump up and smell their womanly scent, to lick, to fondle, probe and taste. He’d never seen women so beautiful or so flexible before. No matter how wide they held their legs apart it wasn’t wide enough for him. He was quietly going wild with lust and it was infuriating not being able to touch. He felt sure that if he could, he’d come in mere seconds; and when he did so it would be explosive.

He turned to see how Leo was faring and was surprised to see that he’d shed his clothes. A stab of envy shot through Han once again when he saw the breadth and length of his brother’s cock. He was pleasuring himself with long drawn out strokes as he eyed up the feline beauty in front of sincan grup yapan escortlar him.

What was going on here? thought Han. Were they actually going to have sex with these stunners? Han didn’t need much encouragement. He knew which one he wanted. As quickly as he could he removed his overly formal trousers and shirt, laying them on the floor. Then he removed his shoes.

All four girls had now taken up a mind blowing position that made his cock stand stiffly to attention. Two of the girls now fell backwards into the crab position — one on each mat, while another girl lay on top with her back resting on the others front. The girl on top parted her legs wide whilst wrapping her legs around the other girl’s to support them.

This meant that their pussy’s were merely inches away from each other and that in theory they could be banged one after the other in quick succession. It was a beautiful sight, but Han was bitterly disappointed when he saw that Leo had nabbed the feline beauty first and buried his face happily between her legs. She groaned and the girl beneath her held her smiled. Her turn would come, no doubt.

Not to be put off Han reached down and slipped a finger inside each of his girls, delighted to find them already wet and eager for his attention. They were surprisingly tight too. So he waggled his fingers and slipped them in and out lubing them up with their own juices, trying to decide which to enter first. By the time had finished little pearls of moisture ran down their open oysters and like any true connoisseur he could not resist a taste.

Gently he tongued first one then the other, making them whimper and moan till their legs trembled. The girl beneath could take no more and orgasmed loudly until her legs gave way suddenly dropping them both to the floor.

Undeterred they swapped places offering themselves up to his lewd ministrations. For a while he rubbed his engorged member in the sticky sweet wetness that trickled from their gaping holes.

They were so hot! Literally! He could feel the heat generated by their bodies washing over his bits, cocooning them in pure pleasure. Suddenly he slipped inside the bottom girl without even making a conscious decision to do so. He growled deeply in his throat. Her body clamped round him instantly willing him to empty his balls inside her.

He pulled back and thrust again grinding his pelvis into her to make sure he was in as far as he could go. Their two bodies were beneath him, utterly divine and ready to give themselves over to his personal pleasure. That thought almost drove him crazy and he thrust wildly into both. First one then the other until he shuddered and squirted copiously inside the one lying beneath. She moaned and moaned until she came spectacularly, curling her toes and clenching her kitten soft ass cheeks. When she was finally spent she looked about ready to fall so he withdrew reluctantly. But a string of fluid hung from his penis still connecting their bodies for a brief second.

He looked down at the two possibly four holes waiting to be filled and smiled deciding that he had now changed his mind. Leo knew how to buy a decent birthday present after all. It was just a pity that he had kept the best one for himself. But then again, there was always next year.

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The Laundry Room (Part 2)

Kathryn M. Burke

The one thing you need to know about my sister Maureen is that she’s really keen on sex. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose, but it was definitely the case that Maureen never met a cock she didn’t like. I’ve said that my college years were pretty wild; but Maureen’s were totally crazy. Two years younger than me, she went to the same institution of higher learning that I did, and it wasn’t long before the stories of her insatiable fondness for the male anatomy got around. On more than one occasion she went to a particular frat house with a pretty bad reputation for shenanigans, and basically said, “Here I am, guys!” to all comers (oops, bad pun). And there were plenty of men who came in her and on her–one at a time, two at a time, three at a time, and so on. She claimed to find such an onslaught of masculine flesh revitalizing–and, to be honest, she didn’t seem to suffer any ill effects from it.

This kind of activity was all well and good, but there were drawbacks. Mostly it was the fact that she ended up not having any real relationship with anyone. Some of that may have been the guys’ fault. So many men approach women with the idea that they’re virgins who find their lovers the be-all and end-all of creation, and they get annoyed when the women fail to conform to that ridiculous wish-fulfillment fantasy. But Maureen made the problem worse by making it quite obvious in word and deed that the guy in question should have no expectation of being the only one to occupy her bed at any given moment. Pretty soon her “reputation” was so bad that even men who just wanted her body gave her a wide berth.

She was now twenty-four, and her habits had changed only a bit now that she was a working girl (and no, she wasn’t that sort of working girl–although sometimes she presented a pretty good facsimile of one). She still hadn’t really had a meaningful involvement with anyone. I’d had at least a few of those, even though I was at the moment bereft.

So now, as I looked down at my sister vigorously sucking a cock that had been in my pussy and butt only a little while ago, I had to ask her: “What exactly are you doing, Maureen?”

She didn’t seem to want to take the succulent toy out of her mouth, but finally she did so she could say: “My date for the evening got cold feet and ditched me, so I’m all by my lonesome–but not anymore!”

And she happily stuck that cock back in her mouth.

Meanwhile, my new friend was looking frantically at me, mouthing the words, “Why is this woman sucking my dick?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. It wasn’t exactly as if he was strenuously objecting to what was being done to him. “This is my sister Maureen. Maureen, this is–“

And then I realized I still didn’t know this guy’s name.

Maureen noticed my problem. Again taking the cock out of her mouth, she said, “Who is he? I didn’t know you were going with anyone.”

“I’m not–not exactly, anyway.”

“You’re telling me you don’t even know this guy’s name?” She looked up at him, and, after giving the tip of his cock a quick little kiss, said, “What’s your name?”

My guy, as if hypnotized, said mechanically, “Jonathan. Jonathan McAndrew.”

A Scotsman! Or at least of Scottish ancestry. Maybe our families were related way back in the mists of time.

“There,” Maureen said to me smugly, “that wasn’t so hard, was it? How is it you didn’t know who he was?”

“Well,” I said awkwardly, “he kind of, um, forced the issue. I guess he’s a neighbor of mine.”

Maureen looked up at Jonathan with a new interest–and admiration. “Look at you! A good job of taking the initiative! My sister can be a bit on the prudish side, so sometimes she needs a little–encouragement.”

“I am not prudish,” I said wearily.

“She’s fabulous!” Jonathan said desperately, as Maureen had resumed her work on his member. He was now hard as rock, and I wondered if he was going to explode in her mouth. Not that that would have bothered Maureen: she was one of those rare women who actually like the taste of come.

“But you’re fabulous too!” Jonathan went on, not wanting to offend the woman who was servicing him. Ever the gentleman.

“You’re sweet,” Maureen said. Then, looking up at me: “You don’t mind if I borrow him for a bit? I really need some action right now.”

I sighed again. “Look, you guys can have all the fun you want. I’m going to sleep.”

I really was tired. It was obvious that Jonathan wasn’t done with poking a woman, but I for one didn’t want to be poked anymore. If Maureen wanted to take over, well, she could be my guest.

That seemed to be exactly what she had in mind. She wasn’t one to have “quickies”: she insisted on the guy lasting as long as he could so that she was satisfied as well. Another unusual thing about her was that she could get off just on intercourse, although of course she wouldn’t say no if a guy wanted to ankarada sakso çeken escortlar finger her or lick her to climax.

So now, she led Jonathan over to the couch and, making him sit down on it, she began to undress.

I have to admit that what she revealed of herself was pretty stunning.

I hadn’t seen her naked in a long time, and I’d forgotten how unbearably cute she could be–at least from the male perspective. She was quite petite (no taller than five foot two), and endowed with flaming red hair that set off her dark green eyes very nicely. She also had these huge breasts (I wouldn’t be surprised if they were DD’s) that were so firm and high and close together that they made a natural cleavage, without any need for something so artificial as a push-up bra. And when she peeled off her skirt and panties, she exposed an apple-cheeked butt to die for.

As Jonathan gaped at her nudity, she took that big cock of his and sat on it. As I was watching from Maureen’s backside, I saw it slowly disappear, inch by inch, into her vagina. She took it all in without the slightest difficulty. And then she pressed Jonathan’s face against those big breasts of hers. Pretty soon she was bouncing cheerfully up and down on his organ, like a good old-fashioned cowgirl riding a wild colt. I could even see Jonathan’s cock getting all slick from her juices.

And when he came, she let out a whoop of ecstasy that was either a triumphal cry that she’d made “my” man come in her, or it was a resounding sign of her own climax, or both. She kept bouncing on that aching member (it must be aching by now, after having shot out three loads of come in just over an hour) until she’d drained him of every last drop. Only then did she pry herself off of it–and as soon as she did so, a big wad of his emission (probably mingled with some of her juices) dribbled out of her and trickled down the insides of her thighs.

I couldn’t believe I’d stood around like a dope watching this lascivious episode. Sticking my tongue out in disgust, I wheeled around, went back to my bedroom, and tried to go to sleep.

I didn’t know what further adventures Jonathan and Maureen were going to be engaged in, but I had a feeling they weren’t done. At some point the two of them shoved me to the edge of my own bed and lay down on it themselves. There was no other bed in the place, and they didn’t want to sleep on the couch or the floor. Somehow the three of us all got to sleep, Jonathan lying between the two women he’d met–and fucked–for the first time only that evening.

So that’s how it started. Jonathan–who, I eventually discovered, was a year younger than myself, which made him a year older than Maureen–seemed to have no particular difficulty dealing with two women at the same time. Well, not at the same time; usually it was one at a time. He’d mosey on over to my place every so often–weeknights, weekend afternoons, and so on and so forth–sometimes spending the night, other times not. His stamina seemed inexhaustible, and he never worked me over fewer than three times, sometimes as many as five.

But I could tell that Maureen was poaching him whenever the mood struck her, which was often. Most of the time she would collar him at his apartment–and I got to the point of being able to smell (and taste) the remnants of my sister’s pussy juice on his cock even after he’d washed it. She even had the nerve of barging into my apartment if she didn’t find Jonathan at home in his own place. She seemed to like riding him on the sofa, since Jonathan had developed (not surprisingly) a fatal attraction to those huge boobs of hers. Sometimes, as I watched them go at it, I wondered how the guy could breathe with those knockers pressed against his face. But he never made any complaint.

And then, after a while, things became a bit more brazen.

In other words, Maureen persuaded us to engage in threesomes. She just loved to have Jonathan lie on my bed, flat on his back, while she sat on his face and watched me squat over his cock and stuff it in myself. Once again I felt bad for the guy, because he really had trouble breathing with Maureen’s pussy covering his nose and mouth and her fleshy thighs surrounding his face. Every so often she would reach over and squeeze my own tits; and I couldn’t help doing the same to hers, marveling at their firmness and rotundity. They really were spectacular!

On her abrupt command, she would have me switch positions with her. That’s because she seemed to develop an inexhaustible thirst to have her vagina bathed with his come. Sometimes she would squat over him facing his feet and stick his cock into her ass, giving both Jonathan and me an unobstructed view of her anal penetration. She came pretty easily, and I’ve seen her go through two or even three sets of shivery orgasms before she finally got Jonathan to send his wad into her various holes.

We actually didn’t go out very much. Jonathan worked at a hardware store that didn’t ankara prezervatifsiz sikişen escortlar pay him very well, so going to restaurants, clubs, or even movies was not in the cards. Anyway, we all got pretty fond of our home entertainment. I couldn’t really figure out what I felt for the guy: I liked him well enough, and perhaps it was even more than that. As for Maureen, I guess she just wanted him for sex.

But I got the strong impression that Jonathan was falling for me–and also for Maureen. I remember one time when my sister was riding him on the couch as usual, and the poor guy seemed to get so worked up that he clutched her tight and (believe it or not) broke into tears. Maureen gazed down at him with a sort of horror, then looked over to me as if to say, Why is this guy crying on my tits? I don’t think it was because Jonathan was madly in love with her; it was simply that she, even more than me, represented what might be called the quintessence of femininity. He was just amazed (and appreciative) that he’d been granted the sudden (and, to his mind, undeserved) gift of having not one but two females available for his every need. It was a wondrous puzzle beyond his understanding.

Things became even more interesting when Maureen made an announcement to me about two months into our involvement with Jonathan.

“Mom wants us to come over,” she said casually.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, without much interest. “What for?”

Maureen peered at me as if I was an idiot. “I meant all three of us. She wants to meet our guy.”

A shiver went through me. “You–you didn’t tell her about what we do?”

“Of course I did!”

“Oh, Maureen, how could you? She must have had a fit! She’s not exactly the most understanding person where such things are concerned.”

“I didn’t get the impression she was upset. She was just curious, that’s all.”

I sighed, but pretty soon we arranged to go over to Mom’s house.

Our mother, Kathleen Ryan, wasn’t doing so well. She was getting close to fifty, but looked a bit younger–and I won’t deny that for her age she was quite attractive. Jet-black hair (maybe dyed), a round face with green eyes not quite as piercing as Maureen’s but still nice, a darling little Cupid’s-bow mouth, and (although I probably shouldn’t say such things) nice big tits and a shapely ass that made more than one man’s head turn. But lately she’d been down in the dumps, with this confused or spooked expression constantly on her face.

And my dad was largely responsible for that.

About a year ago, Patrick Ryan had bolted from the house for reasons no one clearly understood–certainly not his wife. All he said was that he just couldn’t stay with Kathleen anymore. They weren’t officially divorced (we’re Catholic, after all, even though we’re pretty lapsed), but we weren’t even sure where our dad was at the moment, or why he’d left. To Maureen and me, our parents seemed to have the ideal marriage, all lovey-dovey and with very few arguments of any kind. No wonder Mom was flummoxed!

I really didn’t relish going over to the house, not only because she was (I hate to say it) kind of a drag to be around in her present condition, but because I couldn’t believe she would approve of the unusual arrangement her daughters had fallen into. It’s not that Mom was a prude; from various things she’d said I got the impression she liked sex well enough, even more than most women. But she couldn’t possibly sanction the informal ménage à trois we’d fallen into, could she?

But she turned out to be kind and gracious to Jonathan, who’d been nervous as a cat at the prospect of meeting the mother of the two women he was banging. Their initial meeting was a bit awkward, though. As I introduced him to Mom, he first held out a hand as if to take the hand she was extending to him; but on impulse he swept her up into his arms and almost lifted her up off the floor, holding her tight for a good little interval. I saw her head stick up over his shoulder, her expression saying: Well, this man sure is affectionate! She wasn’t complaining: the poor woman hadn’t been embraced by a man in a year or more, and after more than twenty-five years of having a male presence to hug (and do more than hug) her whenever she liked, I’m sure she appreciated his cuddling.

Even though Mom lived on the other side of town, only a few miles from where Maureen and I lived, we were going to stay the weekend, since that way we’d be able to spend a good amount of time with her. The plan was for Jonathan to stay in my bed Friday night, and in Maureen’s bed on Saturday night. I just hoped to heaven that she would be quiet if they engaged in any shenanigans, as I suspected they would. I myself was too embarrassed at my mom’s presence–even if it was in her own bedroom down the hall–for anything but some mild cuddling with my man.

I got the feeling, though, that Jonathan wanted more. He usually slept in his underwear (assuming sincan gece kalan escortlar it stayed on all night, which was rare), but as we bedded down he took his briefs off and was making it clear I should remove my nightgown–when something made him stop short.

It was a sound coming from my mother’s bedroom.

“What’s that?” he said, looking as spooked as Mom sometimes did.

“It’s probably just Mom crying,” I said. I didn’t mean to sound uncaring, but she did that a lot.

“Why is she crying?” Jonathan said, his face crumpling up as if in pain.

“Why do you think, guy?” I said impatiently. He’d gotten me a bit worked up, so I wanted to get down to some action even if it meant that Mom would give me the stink-eye the next morning for polluting the house with such brazen fornication. “She’s been lonely since my Dad left her. It’s been pretty traumatic for her.”

Jonathan looked at me as if he was hearing the sorrows of the whole world. “This is awful!” he cried. “I can’t stand it!”

“Just put it out of your mind. The best thing to do is to let her have her cry and be done with it.”

But, with his extreme sensitivity to everything female, he wasn’t about to take this lying down. With a whiny little whisper (“I gotta help her!”) he leaped up from the bed and began making his way out of the room.

“Jonathan!” I exclaimed–but he paid no attention.

I was going to point out the simple fact (which he had apparently forgotten) that he didn’t have any clothes on.

He left the door to my room open as he padded his way toward Mom’s room. Without any delay he marched right in. I could hear Mom gasp and say, “What are you doing here? Why are you naked?”

After that there was a bit of silence, as Jonathan was no doubt making efforts to turn off the waterworks. And then there were certain other sounds whose significance was all too obvious.

The next morning I came downstairs to the kitchen first. Making on a pot of coffee, I sat at the little table in the breakfast nook and sipped some coffee while staring out the window.

Mom was the next to arrive.

She stopped short when she saw me, but then made a valiant attempt to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But I wasn’t about to let her off the hook. It wasn’t really that I was angry or jealous at what she’d done with my (and Maureen’s) boyfriend the night before. I was just curious why she had let it happen. I knew that Jonathan could be very, um, persuasive in such matters, even when dealing with a woman who wasn’t a sex maniac like my sister–as Mom certainly wasn’t.

“So, Mom,” I said, as she poured herself a cup of coffee and grudgingly sat down next to me, “how was it?”

“How was what, dear?” she said primly.

“How was Jonathan? I take it he kept you company all night.”

She blushed as crimson as I’d ever seen her. “He was very–nice.”

“Nice? Is that all you have to say?”

She suddenly got agitated. “Well, what do you want me to say? That he’s a wonderful lover? You already know that–and so does Maureen.” That last phrase was quite inspired. Touché, Mom!

“But,” I said, “how could you let him–?”

“Don’t you think I’ve missed it? Women miss it too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve gone through some droughts myself. But you’re still married to Dad.”

“Yes, well, tell him that! He’s not here. I don’t even know where he is–but he’s certainly not in my bed!”

“Okay, okay. I’m not really mad. But this whole situation’s a little odd, isn’t it?”

“I can’t help that.”

“No, I guess you can’t. Are you going to tell me what you two did?”

Mom was aghast. “Of course not! That’s private.”

“I kinda thought you’d say that. Lemme just ask: did he do you multiple times?”

She colored again. “That’s what he seems to do with you two, doesn’t he?”

“Yes. He has a lot of stamina. Exactly how many times?”

With extreme reluctance she said, “Four times.”

“Four? That’s pretty good! He must really like you.”

“I don’t know about that. He was just trying to make me feel better.”

“Sort of like sex therapy, would you say?”

“You don’t have to be so sarcastic about it.”

“Sorry. I assume he poked you in a number of different ways? He usually does that.”

“Yes.” More blushing.

“In your vagina?”

“Of course.”

“In your mouth?”

“Once. We did that thing they call sixty-nine.”

“I know all about sixty-nine. He likes that a lot. He’s pretty good at licking, isn’t he?”

“I’ll say he is!” she said with unexpected enthusiasm.

“Oh, so he made you come that way?”

“He made me c-come several ways.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Then, after a heavy pause: “Did he go into your butt?”

Mom suddenly got up and began pacing around the kitchen. I guess that was her answer to my question. As I looked at Mom’s backside, I tried to envision Jonathan tunneling into that nether orifice.

“Have you done that before?” I said half-incredulously.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You and Dad?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know why I was dumbfounded by this revelation, but I was. “So you like it?”

“I can’t say I really like it. But your father did. I wanted to please him. At first I didn’t like it at all, but after a while it kind of grows on you.”

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