Blind Date Awakening Ch. 03

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It might be helpful for those of you who haven’t read chapters’ 1 and 2 to read them before you read this one. That way you could better understand everything that went into getting Charles and Karen to this point.

There will be at least one more chapter to come — a lot of that will depend on your comments after you read this. Since these are my first submissions, I really value your comments and opinions. They encourage me to write even more!

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Charles had missed mornings like this. For the last two years, his attempts at deep, body and mind-refreshing sleep had been interrupted by the dreams of Jessica. He figured those dreams were his last chance at holding on to the life that he and Jessica had together, before she passed away from cancer. But partly because of those dreams, he had not allowed himself to live again. Instead, his life was spent doing two things — working, and hiding out in the condominium they had purchased together.

But this morning was different. The dreams did not come. There was nothing to interrupt his sleep, and as he stood up beside the bed, he realized that he felt better this morning than he had in a very long time.

He noticed his nakedness, and began the backwards-thinking process in order to remember how he had gotten that way. He remembered first coming into the bedroom and slipping in between the sheets, then remembered thinking about his sister Karen, then remembered coming from her bedroom, and finally remembered shooting cum all over her breasts and stomach as she jacked him off.

Charles made his way into the bathroom that was attached to his master bedroom. As he relieved himself, he took a quick trip back to recall the events of the past two days, beginning with the blind date that has been set up for him by his regional assistant Stan and his wife Lori; the surprise that the date was his sister Karen; their time together on the date, which had started to bring Charles out of the black fog in which he had lived since Jessica had died; and then going back to Karen’s apartment, where an innocent hug and kiss had progressed to Charles and Karen fucking as they crossed the taboo line of incest.

They spent the next day together. Bookmarked by their newfound sexual appetite for each other, they talked and shared their intimate thoughts. Charles had found out that his sister had been unable to find a job and had nearly depleted her savings, so he told her she could move in with him, since he had his three-bedroom condo all to himself. She had done just that, taking her own bedroom across the hall from his. Before they had gone to sleep, they had gotten each other off orally, since their earlier fucking had left both of them slightly sore from a lack of usage prior to their blind date.

By this time, Charles had brushed his teeth, then opened a dresser and grabbed a pair of jogging shorts. He opened the sliding door and went out on the private balcony. It had been built so that it wasn’t visible from anywhere else in the building. He remembered mornings where he and Jessica would sit together on the outdoor love seat, naked and cuddling with each other to fight off the morning chill. The nipples on her small breasts would stand out in the cool air, and he would take them between his fingers and gently massage them, his goal to hear her break the silence of the morning with a lusty moan. At the same time, she would find his cock and gently stroke it with her hand until it was fully aroused. She would shift and climb up on his lap, her back facing him, and slowly lower herself until they were one. While continuing his attention to her nipples, she would raise and lower herself on his cock, never rushing, but instead allowing the heat they were creating to gradually radiate through their bodies.

Finally he would feel the stirrings deep behind his cock that his orgasm was on the way. It was his signal to release one of her nipples and slide his hand down to her silky folds, seeking out her clit, and gently massaging it. He would gauge the pressure he applied to her based upon the immediacy of his own orgasm: if he was close, he would be more intense with her, and if he was still a ways away, he would be more gentle, with his goal of the two of them cumming together. After they had cum, she would stand up and give him a quick critique of his performance — cumming together would elicit a “great job” comment; otherwise, he’d hear something like “nice try — better get it right tomorrow.”

Thinking upon those times had caused Charles’ cock to begin to awaken. He headed back inside his bedroom, and then on into the hallway. He noticed Karen’s bedroom was still closed, and remembering their “agreement,” he allowed her to have her privacy. He headed into the kitchen, looked into the refrigerator, and saw the ingredients necessary to make some killer omelets. Charles found the sauté pan he normally used, and began to work on cooking breakfast for he and his sister.

About five minutes into his preparation, he heard her bursa eskort bedroom door open. She looked into the kitchen and saw what he was doing, which caused a smile to come across her face. He walked around the breakfast bar and into the kitchen proper. As she rounded the corner, Charles saw that she was wearing a baggy t-shirt that didn’t really do her body justice. He was about to say something to that effect when he dropped his eyes lower and saw that the shirt stopped right above the swell of her ass, her genitals in clear view beneath the dark bushy triangle. He laughed to himself, thinking she must have forgotten her panties. His cock immediately lurched upward as she reached around him from behind and locked her arms around him in a big bear hug.

Charles was dicing onions for the omelets at the time, but he figured he’d better put the knife down, since her hug was having the effect of reducing his muscles to putty. After setting the knife on the cutting board, he spun around and faced her, reaching his hands down behind her to grab both naked cheeks of her ass. Their mouths locked onto each other; their lips could not contain the wild thrusting of their tongues together. As Charles massaged his sister’s ass cheeks, she moaned deeply into his mouth.

Eventually Charles broke the kiss, to Karen’s dismay. He looked down on her beautiful face and calmly said “Omelets.” With that, he turned back around, picked up the knife, and continued with his onion dicing. It wasn’t as easy as before, however, for two reasons — first, his cock was now standing at full mast, which means he had to back away from the countertop a little, and second, Karen had discovered said full-mast cock, and was now groping it through his shorts.

Charles paused his dicing for a minute, and reached down and slapped Karen’s hand, and she grudgingly let go. She stepped beside him and watched as he continued his omelet preparation. This was another side of Charles she knew nothing of, and she marveled at the level of skill he was displaying. The first eggs went into the sauté pan, followed soon by other ingredients he had prepared.

While it was cooking, he turned to Karen. “You can help out — forks are in the drawer to my right, and the plates are in the cabinet above it.” Karen moved around him and opened the drawer, finding the forks where he said they would be as she grabbed a couple and put them on the counter. She then reached up to open the upper cabinet, but the plates were just out of her reach, so she moved closer, stepped up on her toes, and found she could just reach the plates this way.

Charles started laughing softly to himself again. He had set her up, and now he was going to make her pay for grabbing his cock earlier. Knowing that her already too-short t-shirt was going to be raised higher because of her reach for the plates, he snuck his right hand down beneath her ass cheeks, and finding her pussy gaped open, quickly jammed two fingers into her wet canal. Karen shrieked and pulled back at this unexpected invasion, but Charles was relentless, and kept his fingers lodged deep within her vagina. He began to flutter them, causing her to shriek again as she bent over at the waist, laying her forehead on the counter, completely helpless to his digital assault. Realizing his first omelet was done, he withdrew his fingers, causing Karen to moan in disappointment. She stood back up and looked at him in time to see him put the two fingers in his mouth and proceeded to clean her juices off. He then reached up and got two plates down before shutting the cabinet door.

After making the second omelet, they stood at the counter, eating together. Charles started smiling once again, and Karen could tell that something was up. She smiled back and said, “What?” To which Charles replied, “you know, your pussy tastes really good with this omelet. I think I could stand for some more of that!” He put his plate down, took his plate from her, and then suddenly reached all the way around her waist and lifted her up, turning her and placing her naked ass on the breakfast bar.

Karen had no idea what this madman was doing, but she knew it was going to be a new experience. When her ass cheeks hit the counter, she screamed, “Shit, Charles, that’s COLD!” He gently pushed on her chest until she leaned back on her elbows. He then grabbed behind her knees and pulled her legs up until her heels were on the edge of the counter, exposing her pussy wide in front of him. Reaching back and grabbing his plate, he put the omelet next to her on the counter, then leaned in and forcibly ran his tongue over her pussy lips, starting down by her ass before finishing at her clit.

Karen cried out, “Oh my god!” at the unexpected attack on her pussy. Charles repeated his tongue stroke, then picked up his fork and took a bite of his omelet. He repeated this procedure over and over until his omelet was finished. Because he was alternating between her pussy and his omelet, she was just starting to feel the tension bursa escort bayan that occurred as she began her orgasmic climb. But now that the omelet was finished, she figured she would receive his full attention.

She was right. Charles performed the bottom-to-top forceful lick once more, but instead of stopping and releasing at her clit, this time he latched on, sucking and licking her button with fervor. At the same time, he drove the same two fingers he had used on her before deep inside once again, thrusting them in and out rapidly. Between the cool of the counter on her ass, the pressure on her elbows holding her up against granite countertop, the wild licking and sucking on her clit, and the rapid probing of her pussy, Karen quickly became overwhelmed, and before she could even yell out, her orgasm overcame her to the point that all she could do was grunt as she panted for air. Charles kept his pace up for what seemed like forever, before he finally slowed and let her back down. He took his fingers out of her pussy and with both hands, reached around and helped her set up straight. Together they held each other, he standing on front of the breakfast bar, and she sitting on its edge, her pussy now dripping its juices on the counter below.

Charles gently lifted her off of the counter. They continued to hug, as Karen laid her head on his shoulder. As they broke their embrace, Charles glanced at the clock on the range and noticed it was just past 10:00 a.m. He looked back at Karen, and gently ran his fingers through the hair that was framing her face.

Charles said, “We’ve got less than five hours before Stan and Lori come over. Sometime between now and then, we’ve got to decide what we are going to tell them. Have you been thinking about this?”

“A little,” Karen replied. “I’ve got a couple of different thoughts, but I also want to hear what you think as well.”

Charles kissed her gently on the lips. “Tell you what — you go shower while I clean up in the kitchen. When you are done, I’ll grab a quick shower, and we’ll meet out on the balcony.”

“That sounds like a plan. You really know how to take care of me, don’t you?” As he glanced at her, she reached her fingers down to rub her pussy lips, then brought them back up and tasted herself, trying to see what kind of reaction she could get out of him.

Charles reached around and lightly swatted her left ass cheek. She jumped slightly, then with a quick “I’m going, I’m going…” turned and headed to her bedroom, playfully rubbing her ass as she walked.

By the time his shower was done and he was dressed, Karen was already sitting out on the main balcony off of the living area. Charles had just thrown on his long swim trunks and a t-shirt, since the plan was to hit the pool after Stan and Lori had arrived. As he stepped out onto the balcony, he noticed Karen had done the same thing, putting on her new black one piece with a pair of shorts below. He realized how often they had the same thought without even planning it.

Charles sat in the chair next to Karen, then reached over and grabbed her hand. They looked at each other and smiled. Charles had started to realize just how relaxed he was when Karen was with him. It was becoming an extremely comfortable relationship.

Charles spoke first. “When they see you here with me, they are immediately going to know that the relationship went just past the first blind date. So…do we tell them that we are brother and sister, or do we let them think we didn’t know each other before we met on Friday night? Then if we tell them we are brother and sister, do we tell them that our relationship is now more than that, or do we leave that part out?”

“Whether we tell them about the incest part or not, I at least think we have to tell them we are brother and sister,” Karen replied. “I don’t want our relationship to be totally based on lies in front of our friends. We are brother and sister, and they need to know that.”

Charles agreed. “So then the real question becomes whether we tell them about our physical relationship or not. What are your thoughts about that?”

“I don’t know, Charles — that one is a little more complicated. If we don’t tell them, then anytime we are with them, we can’t even so much as hold hands, let alone kiss or even flirt with each other, which I’d kind of like to do anytime I’m with you!” As if to prove her point, she pulled the right side of her swimsuit strap down her arm far enough that her nipple came into view.

Charles laughed as his sister exposed herself. “Stop it! We’re trying to have a normal conversation here! Can’t you stop thinking about sex for even a few minutes?!?”

“Charles, before Friday night, I’d stopped thinking about sex for a long time. So you can’t blame me after what we’ve done with each other if the thought of what you do to me is still strong in my mind!”

“Ok,” said Charles, “I’ll give you that one. But seriously, we need to get this figured out.”

“You görükle escort always were the one who knew how to take care of me…I guess you’re still doing so, in more ways than one!” Before she pulled her strap back up, she rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb, causing a little moan to escape her lips.

Charles waited until her breast was secure inside her swimsuit before he continued the conversation. “So let’s say we are going to tell Stan and Lori that we are having a sexual relationship even though we are brother and sister. What happens then?

Karen thought for a few seconds. “Well, I guess they’ll either accept us, or they’ll be upset and not want anything to do with us again. I don’t know if I can handle that. Lori has been pretty much the only friend I’ve had since I moved here. She has been my support system as I’ve shared my job search failures with her. You know we met at the gym — well, to help me out since times have been tough, she’s paid for my last two months’ membership. I can’t afford to lose friends like that.”

Now it was Charles’ turn for pondering. “Stan is certainly the closest friend I have as well. And to tell you the truth, I don’t have any idea how he would react to this news. I would hope that he would understand — even if he didn’t agree — and see how happy we are with each other and then not pass judgement.”

“And if they are our best friends — really our only friends — then we should be truthful to them. We shouldn’t be deceiving friends in that way. I think telling them is a risk we have to take.”

Karen looked over at Charles. The sound of the city ten floors before them wasn’t enough to squelch the roar of silence they experienced as neither one was ready to say what they were both thinking. Finally Karen spoke up.

“I think we know what we have to do. We have to tell them, and hope they love us enough to understand.”

Charles nodded in agreement, as he looked over and locked eyes with Karen. Then a small smile curled from is lips. “This is going to be tough on us. But can you imagine how they are going to feel the first time we tell them?”

Karen laughed now. “I guess we need to look at it that way – maybe it won’t make it so uncomfortable for us!

She then reached out and grabbed Charles’ hand. “No matter what happens, even if they turn and run screaming from the apartment, the most important thing is that as long as I have you, I can make it through anything!”

Charles squeezed her hand, then stood up from his chair and pulled Karen up in front of him. He leaned into her ear and whispered, “I love you,” and before she could respond, he picked her up at her waist and threw her over his shoulder. Karen shrieked and started playfully kicking, but stopped when he brought his hand up and smacked her lightly on the ass.

He opened the sliding door and took her in next to the couch, where he un-ceremonially dropped her gently on the plush cushions. Then taking a cue from her earlier actions, he grabbed the strap from her swimsuit and drug it town past her elbow, exposing the same breast Karen had shown earlier. He kneeled down and grabbed the erect nipple in his mouth, gently biting and pulling with his teach before he bathed it with his tongue. Karen moaned louder this time, but as quickly as it had started, Charles abandoned the nipple and deftly pulled her strap back up, securing the breast once again.

“C’mon, you horny woman — we’ve got a party with our friends to get ready for!” And with that, he turned and headed into the kitchen to start planning food for their friends.

They busied themselves with their preparations. Realizing there wasn’t a lot of food in either the refrigerator or pantry, they made a quick trip to the store, deciding to go in their casual swimming wear. The menu planned out, they proceeded to get everything ready, so that when the time came to eat (assuming Stan and Lori stayed after they dropped their bombshell on them), they wouldn’t have to wait on prep time. By the time they were satisfied with their planning work, it was nearly 3:00, the time they had told Stan and Lori to arrive.

Both of their heartrates had started to increase as the clocked moved closer the zero hour. Charles pulled Karen into a hug, and lowered his mouth down to her lips. Their kiss was easy and gentle, perhaps designed to calm both of them down. As they were preparing the food for the party, they had discussed exactly how they were going to tell Stan and Lori, so when the doorbell rang, they broke their kiss, and Karen headed off into her bedroom.

Charles looked around the condo like a nervous host, and satisfied with how it looked, headed to the door. He twisted the knob and the door gradually opened, and there stood their expected guests. He invited them in, and they stepped into the condo before Charles closed the door behind them.

Stan was dressed pretty much like Charles was — long trunks and a t-shirt. Lori was wearing a light airy blouse with a stylish pair of shorts. If she had her swimsuit on, he couldn’t tell. As she stepped in, she immediately reached for Charles and gave him a hug. It had been a while since she had seen him, so she was taking advantage of this opportunity to let him know how much she still cared for him.

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Do refer to my essay “My Little Problem” in the Reviews and Essays Category for a brief introduction to me and my problem!

Let me first welcome you to Singapore.

(Now here begins the shameless plug for my country, the shameless patriot I am. And you will find that I’m not just a shameless patriot, I’m generally shameless.) Singapore, for your information, is a tropical cosmopolitan wonderland. It is concrete and glass and steel against lush greenery and sandy beaches. There are no slums and ghettos – even the poor and the impoverished own homes and luxuries like air-conditioning and mobile phones. Singapore had, or more accurately, still has a reputation of being a benign and kindly socialist dictatorship, where censorship is rife and freedom of speech is controlled.

But we’re learning to open up. Slowly, but surely, we’re becoming more and more open and our laws are relaxing – I should know – I’m a lawyer. These days, there’s an electrifying current of sexual freedom running underneath society’s skin, an air of repressed sexuality flowing under the thin veneer of civility. Illicit lovers in the office exchange glances of irrepressible lust, and sweaty palms cup butt cheeks and undo bra-straps in corner offices. People stare at each other hungrily, with the anticipation of a predator. They imagine tearing off each other’s clothes and going at it right there and then in their office cubicles.

I’m doing some reading in my office (I’ve just been given a junior partnership – who says sucking up to your boss and maybe sucking off your boss doesn’t work? I’m a firm believer in sleeping to the top. In the male-dominant environment of power play, a woman has to wield her own weapons, and in my case, my body. Anyway, I bursa üniversiteli escort digress – these are stories for the future.) I’m doing my reading and answering my email and pretending to be interested in what my secretary is telling me. She’s looking at me strangely, because I’m breathing a little heavily and am getting a little bit flushed. That’s because I’m surfing porn at the same time, and there’s my next best friend stuck deep in me and he’s vibrating on low. And I’m also writing this confessional.

Thanks to the new relaxed laws, a few new sex shops have opened, and I no longer have to pay a delivery fee when I buy my little toys. The man in the shop where I now frequent, who is very nice and very, very skilled in cunnilingus and masterful and full of advice, advised me not to use it for more than 30 minutes at a go and to let it cool down for 15 minutes every half-hour. That’s to protect the circuitry so that the mechanism won’t overheat and burnout too quickly, and thus make my next-best friends last longer. I told him I earned five times the rent of his shop a month, and could afford more friends for my stable, or more accurately, drawer. He shut up. So fuck it, I say. I use them the whole fucking day now.

Previously, Clitorial control on Literotica told me that the key to solving my problem of a hypersensitive clit was to have more intense sexual experiences and therefore numb my clit into submission. He was right and wrong. I found the key was to move focus from my clit to my G-spot.

A vibrator set on low can last about 5 hours non-stop with an Energizer battery before it needs a change of batteries. If set on high, about 2 hours. If it gets kind of escort bayan hot and uncomfortable inside me, out it goes. I don’t want to injure myself. But a vibrator set on low is perfect for me – it gives me an amazing buzz and keeps me horny and focused, while not strong enough for me to orgasm. But sometimes, just sometimes, something funny happens.

I was in a morning meeting with the other partners, listening to incredibly boring details of the firm’s fourth quarter earnings, thinking horny thoughts about my boss, when the my 6-inch vibrator in me died. I surreptitiously snuck a hand below the table, and under my skirt. I moved the chair closer towards the large oval table self-consciously. Everyone was pretending to pay attention to the boss. No one was looking. So I slipped my hand under my leather thong (They’re dildo thongs – but I altered them so that there’s a hole around my clitoris so that my little problem clit won’t get continually stimulated into mind-blowing, awesome and also public orgasms.) I tried tweaking the dial through the thong. Not working. Tweak a bit more. Twiddle a bit. My finger brushed against my hypersensitive clitoris and I gasped involuntarily. Just a small gasp – no one paid any attention to it.

Then all hell broke loose under the table. The vibrator jerked to life and kicked into high, and the buzzing was loud enough to hear audibly. People looked around, looking for the culprit. A vibrating phone, set on silent mode. Whose was it? I was struggling to control. Focus. Focus. Yoga. Control the contractions. Control. Those Kegel exercise don’t help at all in controlling an orgasm. Fuck. The contractions came. I was breathing heavier and heavier – all eyes seemed to escort bursa be on me. The room warped and spun. I put both hands onto the table and looked at the projection screen. I took deep breaths. Wait it out. The battery will die. The battery will die. When did I last change it? This morning before breakfast? It’ll die. Breathe. Breathe.

I bit my lip down and stared at the glass of water in front of me. I stared at my notes – nothing. No help. God help me it was coming, and coming literally. I nearly bit my tongue in two. Now all eyes were looking at me as I began to shake a little bit, all my muscles contracting.

“I don’t like any disturbances in my meeting.” The boss said. Everyone WAS staring at me. Fuck buddy 6 told me later at lunch that I looked like I was having a fit.

I stood up on shaky legs. I willed myself not to collapse. My knees were trembling. So was my voice when I whispered out: “Excuse me.”

I stumbled out of the boardroom and into the office, taking the associates, the juniors and all the rest of the cubicle people by surprise. Their stares followed me as I half tripped, half ran to the toilet and threw myself into a cubicle. I bit my sleeve and groaned as I frigged myself off to completion and exploded in orgasm. I slumped in the toilet seat as my climax dissipated and I removed real culprit, wet and shiny and finally dead. It must have drowned in my pussy juices – I wasn’t sure if it was the waterproof one. I threw it away. I steadied my breathing and washed my face. It was still flushed.

I knocked, and re-entered the boardroom. All heads turned and a silent demand for an explanation led me to say:

“I had an asthma attack.”

Sympathetic clucks and head nodding were an acknowledgement of my predicament. The boss looked a bit concerned and asked about my health. The next time we fucked he was a lot gentler and kept asking if I felt okay – I guess he didn’t want me to die on him. That was the last time I brought one of my best friends into a board meeting. Well, at least it wasn’t court.

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I let myself into her room and was about to call out, but before I could utter a sound I was struck by the scene in the adjoining bathroom. She was standing with her back to the open door. Her long blond hair was tied up in pigtails, the tips resting on her shoulders. She wore a cream colored blouse, but except for her white socks, she was naked from the waist down. Her small, but muscular buttocks glistened in the sunlight and she was bent slightly forward, with one foot planted on the closed cover of the toilet.

When I was able to catch my breath, and let out a quiet whistle, an attractive woman, with bright blue eyes, looked over her shoulder, waved and said

“Hi, Bob. Just take off your pants and make yourself comfortable, I’ll be there in just a minute.”

She bent over and stepped into the powder blue cotton panties, lying on the floor. That was when I saw the little wisp of white string hanging from the apex of her long tanned legs. I groaned, maybe a little too loudly. She turned around and made a little pout.

“Oh, I am so sorry Bob, but the stress of finals week must have started my monthlies a little early. We will just have to make due with a hand job.”

It is an arrangement between a nubile and resourceful woman in her late 20’s and a man with a grey beard in his middle 50’s. Kim was a graduate student in microbiology and for several months, we had spent two afternoons a week together in her room while she ” harvested ” my semen in condoms.

She had landed a grant from a large medical laboratory to develop more precise automated methods to help Sperm Banks count live sperm cells in donated semen. I was able to offer her a small but steady supply of semen that is free of any sperm cells, to calibrate her test equipment. And this at least gave me a more interesting means to let off some pressure until I recover from my divorce and try dating again. To my knowledge, Kim wasn’t seeing anyone either, so she reluctantly accepted my offer that she could have what she needed, but only if she collected it herself.

I feigned the look of a hurt puppy dog, although the sudden deflation of the bulge in my pants was real.

I bursa escort bayan said ” there are other ways you know.”

Kim tensed up for just a moment and bit her lip. I saw just a hit of a tear in her eye, as if something had triggered a bad memory.

“yes Bob, I know, but that would take a lot of beer, and maybe something else to make that happen. Besides, I have another final exam this evening, so let me help you off with those pants so we can get busy. Or maybe we should just wait a couple more days.”

I sensed that we were headed in a direction where she didn’t want to go, so I quickly lay down on her bed, unbuckled my belt, smiled, and said

” I am ready when you are.”

Kim sat on the edge of the bed next to me and pulled down the zipper on my walking shorts. Then hooking her thumbs into the waistbands of both the shorts and my briefs, she gave them a tug as I lifted my butt off the bed. After pulling them free of my ankles, she made another little pout as she observed my less than enthusiastic penis. Granted, the cool air from the window fan was not helping the situation, but after enjoying the warmth and grip of her vagina for two months, masturbation had lost it’s appeal. Intellectually, it was an acceptable solution, considering the alternative, but sometimes the emotional sides of our bodies are still in charge.

Kim must have sensed that I needed more incentive than just the promise of an ejaculation, and she slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Although I might be having problems getting with the program, I was determined to do my best to make this harvesting an enjoyable experience for both of us. So with compassion in my heart, but growing lust in my groin, I concentrated on her blue eyes and perky little breasts. At the same time, I reached out with just one finger and lightly drew little circles on her panties just below the swell of her pubic bone. When I found the right spot, she took at deep breath and I heard just a little moan.

She was warming up and her sexual flush was starting to grow. As each button was popped and the fabric fell away, I saw the red glow engulf her small but very taut breasts. gorukle escort Her bright pink nipples started to harden and stuck out like pencil erasers.

That was enough, and I started to get hard. A smile appeared on her face, highlighting her high cheekbones, and a cute upturned nose. She looked down with obvious approval at my now erect partner in the project, and purred.

” Now that’s more like it, but just to be sure maybe a little extra preparation is in order.”

She gently wrapped her fingers around my erect penis, and pressed her lips to just the very tip. Then as I held my breath, I watched the head disappear into her mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to savor the moment, in what has become routine procedure. From months of experience, I knew what was going to happen next. Just as I was starting to feel a stirring in my groin, her lips were gone, and replaced by the gentle brushing of a sterile wipe.

I must have looked puzzled when Kim opened up a box like package that she balanced on the tip of my penis and pushed down. When she pulled the box off, leaving the head covered in latex, she started to give me an almost clinical description, and once again, an enjoyable afternoon was starting to look like just another milking.

“This is a new condom from Mentor Corporation that has an adhesive to make sure the condom doesn’t fall off when we are done. The package is designed to make sure it goes on correctly.”

Sure, I was thinking, the high point of the event is her excitement over a new condom. I decided to try and heat up the situation ….. more lazy circle over her panties, and a little feather like strokes up and down the damp line that has appeared along with a new sweet odor in the air. Hmmm… I though, the rash is still on her chest, so maybe she is not as cool as she is trying to look.

Kim squeezed about an inch of KY Jelly on to her thumb, rubbed it up against her forefinger, and then circled the base of my now erect penis. As she slowly slid the ring upwards, the rest of her fingers came on board, and soon I felt myself being totally engulfed in her warm and gentle grip. bursa merkez escort bayan Her hand started to move back down the shaft and fingers fell away. Slowly up and down, almost as if she was milking. But I wanted more, so I did my best to try and ignore the pressure that was starting grow.

I looked her straight in the eye, and while I gently rubbed my finger up and down her cotton covered slit, I said with almost a pleading in my voice

” Sweetheart, this is not working. Please lay down next to me”

I took off the rest of my clothes and soon we were lying on our sides, facing each other, nose to nose. Kim’s head was cradled in my arm, and her eyes were closed. Our lips barely against each other and her hand, lightly wrapped around my penis, gently stroked up and down. I slipped my free hand into her panties. My thumb was rubbing her clit, and one of my fingers was very gently taping on the end of her tampon. Soon we were in sync, breathing together, and urging each other towards a climax.

This was not the urgent thrusting of unbridled lust, but rather a slow rhythmic pulsing, as if one was kneading very soft dough. But Kim was starting to get more excited and her hand grasped my penis and started to pump more vigorously. I really wanted this to last, so I pulled my lips from hers and gently nipped the tip of her upturned nose.

I whispered ” slow down, my dear. We are not racing up a mountain this time. We are walking hand and hand through a beautiful meadow. Enjoy the sounds and smells of our passion.”

Our heads rolled apart. I saw her nostrils flare and we continued to breathe deeply in unison. The smell of lilacs from the open window filled the room and soft chirping of birds mingled with the sounds of our beating hearts.

The sweeping tingling sensation started deep in my groin, and moved upward until I felt that familiar light headed feeling above my eyes. Just as I was turning my head to claim one last kiss, Kim’s body became rigid, and she let out a cry as her pelvis started convulsing under my hand. Soon we were both limp. After one last embrace, she laid her head on my chest. Just before we fell asleep in each other’s arms she whispered ” oh if only you were a woman. “

By the end of the Summer, her project was completed, and I was seeing someone special. It would not be for several more years, when I saw her again at my Dentist’s office, that I would understand what she meant. But that is another story.

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Claire Gets Punished

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“I didn’t want to go to another stupid work dinner, they’re stupid and I hate them,” whined Claire. They had just gotten home from dinner and Claire knew she was in for a spanking, she did not behave but she couldn’t help it she was just so mad. Mark didn’t say anything the entire ride home.

“Go to our room and stand in the corner, I will be up in a little bit,” Mark ordered. Claire stomped in the house, up the stairs and sat on the bed, no way was she going to the corner. Mark waited for her to go in the house then opened his trunk to retrieve a bag of items he bought at a baby store, Claire was in for a punishment this long weekend. He had bought the baby things a few weeks ago and was waiting for the right offense to use them to punish her. In the bag were some diapers, plastic panties, wipes, a small paddle, baby clothes in her size, a couple of baby toys, a pacifier and a pair of mittens. He smiled, closed the car door and headed into the house and up the stairs. “I told you to get in the corner,” he scolded.

“I’m not going to the corner, and what’s in that bag?”

“Go to the corner for five minutes then I will tell you.” She rolled her eyes and reluctantly went into the corner. He came up behind her and pulled her panties down and tucked the back of her skirt into the waistband.

“What the hell are you doing?” she screamed, she hated this kind of humiliation.

He gave her 4 hard swats, “do not use that language with me”.

After 5 minutes he invited Claire to join him on the bed. “You acted like a spoiled little brat tonight and so until Tuesday morning I am going to treat you like the immature brat you were behaving like.” She opened her mouth to try to protest and he reached for his belt buckle, which was enough to get her to shut up.

“Now here is how this is going to work, you will use your diapers and I will change you, I will also dress and bathe you. You will be punished like a immature brat, which means spankings and timeouts. I will not make you eat baby food, drink from a bottle or put you in a crib because that does not interest me, but I will make sure this is humiliating bursa escort for you. Now I will spank you because you did not behave tonight, then I will bathe you, diaper you and put you to bed.”

“Bed?! It’s only 9:00, this is ridiculous,” protested Claire.

“You’re not in control, now lay on the bed,” Mark said in his most condescending tone. He pulled her panties the rest of the way down and put her legs up in the diaper position and began spanking her with his hand. She still felt defiant so she pushed back and kicked him on top of his head, he reached into the bag to retrieve the paddle. “Get over my knee now, I am going to give you a paddling”.

“No please not the paddle,” she begged.

“You were bad and when you are bad you get your little bottom spanked with the paddle, now get over my knee unless you need me to help you.” She climbed over his knee and he gave her 10 swats on each cheek and then rubbed her bottom.

“Alright now it’s time to take a bath, let’s go to the bathroom so I can bathe you.” He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Claire began to take off her clothes and Mark stopped her. “No, no Claire cannot undress herself.” He reached for her skirt and pulled it down. He then removed her shirt and bra, she felt so exposed it was horrible.

“Get in the bath baby,” he instructed. She rolled her eyes and sat down. Mark reached for a washcloth and some soap. “Now I am going to make you nice and clean, I will start with your bottom, get on all 4’s,” he instructed.

“No way am I doing this, this is ridiculous,” Claire blurted out.

“Now I am not going to ask you again, get on all 4’s or I will spank your little bottom with the paddle.” She didn’t want another spanking, so she reluctantly did as she was told. He started gently washing her with the washcloth.

“Now sit on your bottom and spread your legs, I need to clean the rest of you.” She was so humiliated and started to wish she had never misbehaved. He cleaned her off and washed her hair. “It’s time to get out of the bath now, I will get you in a diaper and in your pajamas then it’s bedtime,” he bursa escort bayan instructed. She climbed out of the bath tub and grabbed for her towel. “No little Claire, I will dry you off, you can’t dry yourself off,” he said. Claire, in a desperate attempt to achieve some modesty tried to use her hands to cover her pubic area. Mark gently taped her arm, “put your arms down so I can get you nice and dry.”

He dried her off then put her nightshirt on her, “lay down on your back now I am going to put you in a diaper.” She felt defiant again and tried to run out of the bedroom door instead. Mark ran after her and caught her, dragging her over to the chair, “I do not understand why you aren’t learning that bad girls get disciplined. You need to go sit in timeout now, 5 minutes,” he instructed.

“Can I at least get some clothes on first?” asked Claire.

“No, you were bad and you need to go straight to timeout or you won’t learn a lesson.”

“I am not sitting in timeout and I certainly not doing it naked,” argued Claire. Mark sighed and without a word grabbed Claire’s arm and pulled her over his knee.

“Then I am going to spank you, you are going to get 12 spanks and we will try timeout again.” He spanked her the promised 12 times then sent her to timeout. They were hard swats and Claire didn’t want to get anymore so she crossed her arms and stomped to the chair Mark was pointing to. After 5 minutes Mark went over to her, “why did you get punished?’ asked Mark.

“Why is it necessary to humiliate me like this,” barked Claire. “We both know why I got punished, so why do I have to repeat it back?”

“Because, I need to make sure you know why you are in trouble, now please tell me why unless you need me to use the hairbrush to help you remember,” Mark told her.

“Fine, you punished me because I tried to run out the door when I was supposed to lay down on the bed to get put in a diaper,” she said angrily.

“Now go lay down on the bed, let’s try this again,” Mark told her. She walked over to the bed and decided to listen instead of getting in trouble. bursa merkez escort “Oh no! You have little rash, I will have to put some diaper cream and powder on you.” Claire wanted to cry, this was so humiliating. He rubbed in some diaper cream and his finger brushed her clit Claire cooed. “You’ll have to wait until Tuesday for that, you’re being punished,” he scolded. He put her in her diaper then grabbed for some plastic panties. “Claire is all ready for bed now,” he told her.

“Can I at least have some sleep shorts?” she asked.

“No, you don’t get modesty, are you thirsty?” he asked. She nodded, she didn’t want to give in but she really needed some water. He put the mittens on her hands so she could not touch anything and then went downstairs to fill the sippy cup he bought full of water. He handed her the sippy cup and let her drink the water.

“Can I please go to the restroom?” she begged.

“No. You need to use your diaper then I will change you before you go to sleep.”

Claire was getting so mad, “I am not using this stupid diaper, it is so humiliating.” She ripped the diaper off and ran for the bathroom. He didn’t get to her on time for her to lock the door. He didn’t say a word, and waited for the bathroom door to open. When Claire walked out of the bathroom her fiancé had a very angry look on his face.

“Come here,” he instructed “and do not hesitate or I will use my belt to spank you.” She went over to him, eyes looking at the ground. “Over my knee, now,” he ordered. She bent over his knee and his hand spanked her hard. He didn’t say anything throughout the entire spanking, but Claire knew he was furious with her. When the spanking was over he instructed her to lay down on the bed. Her bottom was burning and she knew it was bright red so she laid down in the humiliating position. He re-diapered her, “you are going to timeout, then we will talk about your behavior then I will put you to bed. If you misbehave again I will spank you just as hard as the last time.” She went to sit in the chair and didn’t argue.

“What did you learn from timeout?” he asked her after 5 minutes.

“To listen,” said a very humiliated Claire.

“That’s a good girl,” he told her, “Now it’s time to put you to bed,”. He led her to their guest room and motioned for her to get into bed. “Good night I will see you in the morning,” he told her as he turned out the light and cracked the door.

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Matt awoke to a foot gently nudging his shoulder and his name being whispered by a soft, feminine voice.

“Matt… Matt, wake up…”

He smiled, remembering last night. He cracked his eyes open, hoping to see Katie semi-clothed or (fingers crossed) naked. Instead, the sun streaming through the window haloed the blonde hair of his human alarm clock.

“C’mon, wake up, little brother.” Amanda had made her way back to the dorm. “It’s almost 10 o’clock.”

Matt grumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sat up and looked around the room. Katie was not in bed and was nowhere in sight. Amanda was standing in front of him, wearing the same clothes as last night, albeit not as neatly.

“Whoa! Are you naked?!?” Amanda had seen his bare chest.

“Hmm? No, I have boxers on.”

Amanda shook her head.

“Oh, Matt… you’ve gotta be more careful. Did Katie see you like this?”

Matt’s mind flashed back to last night, when Katie yanked his boxers off and marveled at his erect cock.

“Yeah, I think so,” he replied.

“Great, she was already pissed at me for ditching you guys last night. I’m going to hear about this later.”

Matt smiled. He seriously doubted that she would be hearing the full story.

Amanda announced that she was taking a shower and walked into the bathroom she and Katie shared with their suitemates. Matt rolled over, grabbed his jeans from yesterday, and fumbled through his pockets until he found his phone. Seven text messages.

Five of the texts were from Sheila. She had messaged him multiple times the night before.

*I MISS U BABY*

*I HOPE UR HAVING FUN*

*CALL ME BEFORE U GO TO BED*

Then, twice more that morning.

*ITS OK THAT YOU DIDNT CALL LAST NIGHT. CALL ME TODAY OK?*

And, most interestingly,

*I THOUGHT ABOUT U LAST NIGHT*

The phrase “I thought about you” was Matt and Sheila’s code for masturbation. She had masturbated to a fantasy about the two of them last night. He felt a surge of guilt; he had cheated on his girlfriend. It was an odd feeling, if only because he felt no urge to confess. He knew he should, but he definitely did not want to. Also, he really wanted to have sex again. As soon as possible. And not necessarily with Sheila. Maybe the guilt would go away with time.

The other texts were from Katie, who had given him her phone number the night before just in case they got separated at the party. The first was a selfie from that morning; she was standing in the dorm room, wearing the same tanktop and panties he had seen slip under her sheets the night before. Her dazzling smile lit up the screen. The text below it read:

*GOOD MORNING SEXY. I WISH I’D HAD TIME TO WAKE YOU UP PROPERLY THIS MORNING BUT I HAD TECH REHEARSAL FOR THE PLAY. IF YOU STILL WANT TO GO TONIGHT MEET ME IN THE LOBBY OF THE FORBES CENTER AT 5.*

Matt stared at the photo for several minutes, transfixed by her piercing eyes and glowing smile. Amanda re-entered the room.

“So, did you have fun last night?” she asked. Matt frantically locked his phone to hide Katie’s photo.

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, it was great,” he stammered. His mind replayed the memory of Katie, writhing and grinding on top of him.

“And, Katie? She took good care of you?”

Another flashback, this time of Katie’s body twitching and quivering uncontrollably as they came together.

“Uh… uh-huh,” he managed to respond. He felt his penis stiffen at the memory; he adjusted the blankets, trying to hide it.

Amanda was wearing her cheerleading uniform. She told him that she had practice before the football game this afternoon and, if he wanted to go to the game, he could get a free ticket from the dorm building’s front desk. She apologized for abandoning him again, but she really had to go. He could use the shower in the shared bathroom. She didn’t think the girls from next door were here. Amanda smiled, waved goodbye, and was out the door.

Matt unlocked his phone. The photo of Katie greeted him and he smiled back at her. He scrolled down to see her second message.

*OMG! I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER!*

He clicked the link at the bottom of the message. It opened a video. Grainy, dark footage of the outside of Hamilton Hall, captioned with “big man on campus”. The video played automatically and he heard Katie’s orgasmic ecstasy from the night before.

“AH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME DEEP WITH THAT VIRGIN COCK!”

Matt laughed in embarrassment. He knew that she had yelled directly out the window, and he knew that it was impossible that no one had heard her, but he had not expected it to be posted online. At least neither of them was visible in the video.

Groggily, Matt rose to his feet, rubbing his eyes and staggering. His head was throbbing. The events of last night had left him hungover and dehydrated. He stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and stuck his face under it, drinking directly from it. He looked around the countertop for some kind of pain reliever. He pushed aside prescription bottles bursa eskort bayan and a birth control pill case until he found a bottle of aspirin. He fumbled it open, poured two pills into his hands, filled his mouth with water from the faucet, and tilted his head back, dropping the pills inside and swallowing.

Matt wandered back into Amanda and Katie’s room, kneeling down next to the futon to gather his toiletries out of his bag. He saw his phone again.

He should call Katie, he thought. No, he *wanted* to call Katie. He *should* call Sheila. Maybe a shower would clear his head.

***

The water temperature gradually warmed as Matt stood outside of the running shower. He stuck in his hand, confirmed it was safe to enter, slid his boxers off, and climbed inside, closing the opaque palm-tree patterned shower curtain behind him. He showered in a daze, rivulets of water running down his toned chest.

Last night had actually happened. He had lost his virginity. Finally. A small part of him was disappointed that he had not waited until marriage, but, mostly, he felt relief. The pressure was off, in more ways than one. And, now, he would be able to be the experienced hand that led Sheila into womanhood.

His thoughts returned to Katie. Her lithe body grinding against his. The taste of her pussy. The feel of her lips around his erection. The sound of her uncontrollable orgasm.

Matt felt his manhood twitch. Absentmindedly, he closed his eyes and allowed his soapy hands to find his penis. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly rubbing up and down and around. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the steamy shower.

A distant thud brought him back to reality.

“Manda? Is that you?” called a vaguely-familiar female voice. Matt was sure he had heard it before, but he could not place it. He did not respond, terrified of being found masturbating in girls’ dormitory by a stranger.

The door to the suitemate’s dorm creaked open. Matt froze.

“Katie?” came the voice again, followed by a knowing giggle. “OH, I see… who’s in there with you?”

The fog in Matt’s mind cleared just enough to understand. His boxers were still on the floor. Clearly, this girl assumed Amanda or Katie was not showering alone. He heard footsteps get closer and closer to the curtain.

“Come on, bitch,” she said again. “You’ve never been this shy before.” A small hand reached inside the far end of the shower curtain. Matt panicked.

“Uh… uh… occupied?” he stammered.

“Who the fuck…?” she said in shock, throwing the curtain open. Matt frantically tried to cover himself with his hands and looked up.

He saw a short, curvaceous girl with sandy blonde hair, tied into a ponytail. The roundness of her voluptuous breasts was visible beneath her pink robe. He had seen her before. She had grabbed him by waist and attempted to kiss him outside the party last night.

Stephanie. Katie had called her Stephanie.

Matt stood, dumbfounded. He felt his face flush red with embarrassment. He had no idea how he was supposed to behave right now. She glared at him, but stole a glance at his body. Her eyes widened temporarily before she shook her head slightly and refocused.

“I said, who the fuck are you?” she demanded.

“I… I’m Matt,” he managed to utter, adding, “I’m Amanda’s brother.”

Stephanie visibly relaxed, then laughed.

“Oh, I am so fucking sorry,” she said. “I thought you were a… I don’t know what I thought.”

“It’s okay,” Matt muttered. “I didn’t think anyone was here.”

“I just got back. I crashed on a couch at Sigma last night,” she explained, closing the curtain, adding, “I’m Stephanie, by the way.”

Matt smiled to himself, knowing that she had probably passed out in a bush halfway back to the dormitory, given the state she was in the last he had seen her. He relaxed, safe alone inside his vinyl and tile box.

“Yeah, last night’s party was *insane*,” she giggled. “I made out with, like, five different guys.”

“Mmhmm,” said Matt, not sure how to respond.

“It would have been six,” she continued. “There was this hot guy out on the deck that was totally vibing me.”

“Oh?” he smirked, remembering how she had drunkenly fallen into him and he had been to shocked to move.

“Yeah, he was all over me, until Katie…” Stephanie stopped mid-sentence, before continuing with “Wait a second…”

The curtain flew open again and Matt panickedly tried to re-cover his semi-hard manhood. Stephanie looked him up and down, smiling.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “It was you, wasn’t it?!? You’re the guy Katie blocked from me last night!”

“I… uh… yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“So, did you fuck her?”

Matt felt the redness return to his cheeks.

“Oh my god, you did!” she laughed. “She’s such a fucking slut! Are you even 18 yet?”

“Y-yeah.”

She shook her head.

“Fuck… the only way she can get laid is to steal guys from me,” she teased, adding, “at least she picked a good one bursa merkez escort – a *damn* good one – this time.”

Matt smiled nervously, before quickly asking “This time?”

Stephanie ignored his question.

“I just can’t figure it out,” she continued, running her fingers along the edge of her robe near her chest, looking his body up and down. “What does she have over me?”

Matt’s eyes were drawn to her chest. He knew that Stephanie saw him staring, but he did not care. His penis twitched beneath his hand. Her fingers slid down to the belt of her robe and hooked into it.

“I mean, she has those tiny, little mosquito bite tits,” she said, staring at Matt’s hands over his crotch and gently pulling the robe untied. Slowly, she opened the robe, exposing her full breasts. His eyes widened, staring without shame. Her breasts were round and firm, the size of ripe grapefruits, with dark, erect nipples the size of half dollars. The robe dropped to the floor behind her. Stephanie stood before him without shame, wearing nothing but a pair of yellow cotton panties. She ran her hands up her thighs, across her stomach, and up to her chest, squeezing. He felt his manhood throb.

“But I…” she continued. “I offer a little more, don’t you think?”

Matt’s eyes explored her full, womanly figure. He knew he was staring for an uncomfortably long time, but he could not pull himself away. He had never seen such magnificent breasts outside of pornography. A quiet voice in the recesses of his mind reminded him of an uncomfortable truth.

“I, uh, I have a girlfriend,” he managed to say.

Stephanie looked around playfully. “Where?”

“Where what?”

“Where is your girlfriend?”

“She’s… she’s not here,” he said, somewhat confused.

“Exactly,” she replied with a devious smile.

Matt smiled to himself. He had walked right into that one.

“Move your hands,” Stephanie commanded.

He obliged, exposing his semi-hard seven inches.

“Mmmm, you offer a little more, too, don’t you?” she grinned. He nervously chuckled. She tilted her head to the side, casually running her fingertips over her nipples. She reached up and removed her hair tie. She shook her head from side to side, her long sandy blonde hair cascading flirtatiously across her face.

Matt stood in disbelief, with what he was sure was the stupidest look on his face. How the hell was this all happening? Sex with multiple partners was something that happened to other people, not to nobodies like him. Besides, he had only lost his virginity to Katie so that he could have the necessary experience when it came time to have sex with Sheila.

However, it stood to reason that, if sex with one girl was good for experience, sex with two would be better, right? That was it. He was just making sure that he could perform at his best when it finally came time for Sheila to lose her virginity. After all, he wanted her to have the best possible experience her first time.

Even without booze, he was getting really good at rationalizing.

“Can I join you…?” she paused. “Wait, what’s your name?”

It was then that Matt realized he was about to shower with a girl he knew so little that she had not learned his name yet. They both laughed at the awkwardness of the situation.

“Matt,” he smiled. “I’m Matt.”

Stephanie slyly smiled as her hands slipped down her stomach, her thumbs hooking into the elastic of her panties. Slowly, she bent forward, sliding them down and letting them drop when they reached her knees. She ran her fingers up her thighs as she raised herself back up to her full, if diminutive, height. Matt’s eyes moved up her legs before stopping to gaze in lustful amazement. Where Katie had a trimmed, neat patch of pubic hair, Stephanie had none at all. She was waxed bare. Stephanie caught him staring and smirked.

“Mmm, you like it?” she flirted, running her finger along the bare patch. “Nice and smooth.”

Matt nodded, still staring.

Stephanie casually stepped into the shower, her eyes perusing his body, and closed the curtain behind her. She stepped towards him, running her fingers up his torso before wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. Matt felt her full breasts press against his bare skin; his cock lightly throbbed. He slid his arms around her back, pulling her close and bending down slightly. For the second time he felt her warm breath on his lips, but this time there was no one to stop them.

The kiss was passionate and deep. Their tongues slipped in and out of one another’s mouths. Their hands moved freely across warm, wet skin. Matt reached down, cupping and gently squeezing Stephanie’s voluptuous backside. He felt her fingers move from his neck, her nails dragging down his chest, across his stomach, and stopping at his upper thighs. Lost in their kiss, he realized what was happening only a moment before it did.

Stephanie’s nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it playfully, before steadily stroking. bursa sınırsız escort bayan Matt moaned, his kiss becoming more intense. Her other hand cupped his balls, mischievously kneading and tugging, as her hand swirled and slid up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he sighed, breaking the kiss. Stephanie looked up into his eyes, an impish grin spread across her face. Matt slid his hands around her waist and up her stomach before, eagerly, grasping both breasts, squeezing firmly. His cock pulsed in her hand.

“You like my tits, baby?” she cooed.

“They’re amazing,” he breathed in reply.

“Mmm, thank you,” she smiled, adding, “your hands feel really good…”

“So… so do yours…” he sighed. Her erect nipples called to him and he lightly pinched them.

“AH!” she squeaked in surprise. “Naughty boy.”

Stephanie’s hands moved faster, traversing every inch of his manhood. Begrudgingly, Matt removed his hands from her breasts in order to stabilize himself against the wall of the shower. The water cascaded down his body, splashing against Stephanie’s chest and dripping down to her hands, where it mixed with his precum, further lubricating his shaft. A soft moan escaped his lips.

Matt’s eyes were closed in ecstasy. He was lost in her touch, completely unaware of his surroundings until he felt a glorious pressure on the head of his cock. His eyes flew open.

Stephanie had dropped to her knees and was vigorously sucking the tip of his manhood, her hands now flying up and down his shaft. Her pale blue eyes met his. She winked, then inhaled his cock, the head rubbing the back of her throat.

“OOooh, fuck,” Matt moaned, struggling to keep his balance.

Stephanie’s head bobbed up and down, her hands still massaging his shaft and balls. Her experience was apparent. She knew exactly what to do to drive him wild. Her hands slid around his hips, cupping his backside and pulling him closer, forcing his cock deep down her throat. She held it there, her throat pulsing around his head. Matt shivered; his toes curled. After what seemed like an eternity, she leaned back, withdrawing his manhood with a gasp, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to his tip. Stephanie’s hands immediately moved back to his spit-covered shaft, furiously rubbing and swirling up and down. Matt nearly collapsed.

“Oh my god… oh my GOD…” he moaned. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

“Mmm… do it. Cum for me. Cum for me, please,” she begged.

Her words pushed him to the point of no return. He felt the orgasm build and he held off as long as he could. A loud moan filled the room as he gave in.

Matt’s cock throbbed as thin ropes of hot cum burst forth. The first shot made it all the way to her forehead, the long string trailing down her nose and across her lips. Stephanie flicked her tongue out, running it along her lips and moaning softly. She pointed his cock at her chest, her hands continuing to work his shaft. His cock spasmed and pulsed, coating her full breasts in his seed.

“Mmm, look at that hot load,” she said, giggling. “Katie couldn’t have been that good if you still had that much cum for me.”

She stood up, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He could taste his cum on her lips.

Awkwardly, they rotated positions, still kissing. Stephanie broke the kiss, turned to face the shower, and began rubbing her face and chest, washing off his cum. Matt was positioned behind her, greedily gazing at her soft, round backside. Playfully, he slapped his semi-hard cock against her ass cheeks. She giggled in reply, bending over slightly and bracing herself against the wall. The shower hit her back, rivulets of water running down her curves. Remembering his experience the night before, he knelt behind her, grasping her thick thighs and spreading them to see her dark pussy lips. His fingers slid along her thighs reaching her lips and separating them to expose the light pink of her wetness. With enthusiasm, he leaned in, licking slowly from clit to taint.

“Oh, yes,” Stephanie gasped. “God, I haven’t been eaten in *months*.”

Matt let out an inquisitive “hmm?” as he continued to run his tongue up and down her lips, occasionally probing it into her wet hole.

“C-college boys… they don’t like to… to eat pussy… they just – fuck – they just want to fuck and leave,” she moaned in reply. “Fuck yes, baby. Suck my fucking clit.”

Matt obeyed, licking across her lips to her clit and lightly sucking. In this position, his nose was slightly penetrating her hole. He breathed deep. Her scent was different, darker than Katie’s, but not unpleasant. She tasted sweet and sharp; her juices overwhelmed his senses.

He spun his body around so that his neck would be at a better angle. He buried his face in her thighs, sucking her clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Stephanie’s quivering thighs squeezed the sides of his head, covering his ears. If she was giving him any more instructions, he could not hear them.

Matt reached behind her, cupping and squeezing her backside. His lips released her clit and he started greedily lapping it with his tongue. In the distance, he heard her moan. He ran his fingers to her wet lips, using his index finger to tease her lips, up and down. She shuddered. He slid his finger inside, exploring her pussy.

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Julia is 19 years old. A size 12 with pert 38b breasts, short brown hair beautiful big brown eyes and lovely full lips. She is a student, as usual with all students she was short of money. She had a part time job working behind the bar in a nightclub called Johnny’s.

The money was ok but it was wearing her out. She couldn’t concentrate on her university work because she was so very tired.

One day as she was talking to her friend about her situation, a man leaned over the bar and handed Julia a card. She peered at the card but couldn’t really make out what was written on it in the dim lighting. The man said think about it and walked away.

Julia stuffed the card into her pocket and forgot about it, as the club got busy.

The next day as Julia emptied her pockets ready to put her clothing in the wash, she found the card. On one side was a telephone number on the other was simply written

ARE YOU BROADMINDED? Earn thousands in one night.

Julia looked at the card and laughed, she was about to throw it away. When something stopped her. She placed the card on a shelf and forgot about it.

A few weeks later Julia found the card once more. She stood looking at it and after a few minutes she decided that she was broadminded and picked up the phone. This has to be too good to be true thousands of pounds for one nights work. She was just about to hang up when a male voice answered the phone.

Julia listened as the man asked if she was broadminded, she answered yes. Then he asked her how many men she had had sex with. Julia blushed as she answered in a whisper. The man on the phone laughed and said ok darling. He then asked if she had or would ever have sex with a woman. Julia’s blush deepened as she told this stranger that she had once had sex with a woman. He then asked if she had ever been tied up, Julia answered no. He then wanted to know if she was willing to try it.

He outlined the bare bones of what would be required of her and then he mentioned an amount of money that she couldn’t believe. She made him repeat the amount twice more before her brain would take it in.

He gave her details of what she would need, told her to purchase them and to meet him 5 days later.

5 days later as she stood at the rendezvous point waiting. Julia began to have second thoughts and third and fourth thoughts. Just as she was about to turn and run away. A limousine pulled up the chauffer got out and opened the rear door. Julia slid nervously inside.

The interior was dimly lit. Inside sat a man and a woman. They both looked Julia up and down appreciatetively. The man asked her if she was wearing the items she had been told to purchase. She shyly nodded. The woman asked Julia to remove her coat.

Julia took a deep breath and shrugged out of her full length coat, revealing the stockings, suspender belt the open crotched panties and peephole bra she had been told to purchase.

The man grinned and licked his lips. The woman asked Julia to sit down opposite them and open her legs. She did as she was asked. The man decided it was time they introduced themselves. He told her that his name was Darrin and the woman was his wife Alicia. Julia introduced herself. Darrin handed her a drink. As she sipped it she glanced across at Alicia and realised that she didn’t have any panties on and that her skirt did nothing to hide the fact.

Alicia smiled as she saw Julia looking at her, and opened her legs so Julia could see that her cunt lips were wet and glistening. She then ran a finger along her cunt lips as Julia watched, sliding it along the length of her wet snatch then back until she encountered her clit, which she rubbed.

Julia felt her own cunt growing wet, she desperately wanted to feel her own clit and rub her nipples that were now popping through the purpose made holes in the bra.

Julia squirmed as she watched Alicia bring herself to orgasm. Darrin was watching Julia carefully, just when she couldn’t wait any longer he leaned over and took her right nipple and flicked his tongue around it as he sucked it into his mouth. Julia moaned as her ran his fingers round her clit and then slipped two fingers inside her cunt and finger fucked her slow and deep with his long fingers. She moaned and squirmed against his probing fingers. Feeling herself climax, Just as the chauffer lowered the dividing window and announced that they were minutes from their destination.

Julia was about to put her coat back on when Darrin told her not too. So she stepped from the limousine bursa eskort in just the underwear she wore. Darrin took hold of one of her hands and Alicia took hold of the other. Then they slipped a pair of handcuffs around them fastening them behind her back. She felt hands touching her as she passed. Tweaking her nipples. Even a hand between her legs sliding along her slippery cunt.

She was paraded around the room until every one of the thirty or so people present had touched her in some way or other.

Instead of repulsing Julia it only heightened her sexually. Making her so wet that she felt sure it was running down her thighs.

After being paraded round the room she was led to the centre of the room where there was a wooden structure. Alicia carefully removed Julia’s crotch less panties. Julia felt her hands being uncuffed. They were then raised above her head and placed in the straps on the structure. She felt her feet being spread slightly then attached to a strap on each side of the structure.

Julia was now spread-eagled stood up attached to a wooden structure.

The people in the room gathered round Julia. Two women stepped forward. One moved behind Julia, who was both a little frightened and excited, the other came to the front. The woman behind Julia rubbed her hands over Julia’s bottom. She then slapped Julia’s left bum cheek hard. The slap resounded round the room and made Julia gasp. Julia then felt an equally stinging slap land on her right bum cheek. Her body jerked forward. The woman standing in front of Julia took an ice cube off a table standing to the side, and rubbed it all over Julia’s breasts. Julia shivered. She didn’t know if the sensation was good or bad.

The woman behind was now striking up quite a rhythm, slap on the left cheek, slap on the right cheek. Pause just long enough to let Julia think she had stopped, then start again.

Julia’s bottom was now bright red and stinging. Her nipples were hard and standing so proud from her breasts that they hurt. Finally the woman behind Julia stopped and moved back into the crowd. A man walked out of the crowd in front of Julia smiled at her then walked behind her, taking the bucket of ice with him.

Julia was nervous wondering what he was going to do.

He took an ice cube from the bucket and rubbed it over her bright red arse cheeks.

Julia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as the cold numbed the sting.

Just as Julia relaxed she heard something whistle through the air and land whack on her red wet cheeks. She couldn’t help it she screamed.

The woman standing in front of Julia took hold of her nipples one in each hand and pinched hard bringing tears to Julia’s eyes. She then took Julia’s right nipple in her mouth and suckled as the man behind continued to cane Julia’s ass cheeks to the delight of the crowd.

Then another man stepped out of the crowd walking towards Julia he took her tear stained face in his hands and kissed her mouth long deep and hard.

The woman moved back into the crowd as another man walked forward and knelt in front of Julia. He proceeded to lick her clit, taking his time. With each stroke of the cane Julia bucked her cunt forward onto his mouth.

The man kissing her had turned his attention to her breasts kissing and licking them all over.

Julia suddenly felt a cold wet sensation on her arse and her cunt at the same time; both men had taken ice cubes and were rubbing them over her arse and cunt respectively. Then she nearly screamed again when she felt an ice cube being inserted into her cunt.

She did scream when she felt her arse cheeks being parted and an ice cube inserted into her virgin ass hole.

As Julia screamed the crowd roared. Julia whimpered as she felt the ice melting inside her body.

Julia suddenly felt the wooden structure being turned first round and round slowly so all the crowd got to see her red arse with the cane welts upon it.

Then it was turned horizontal so Julia was lying face down still strapped in place.

She felt things being placed on her body. She felt the peephole bra being cut from her body and falling away. So now she was naked. She didn’t know what had been placed on her body until she heard someone announce dinner was served.

The crowd surged forward. She felt hands taking things from her body, and also rubbing things onto her skin. She felt people lapping at her skin making small shivers run through her body. Making her cunt really wet.

Hands touching rubbing bursa bayan escort licking and suckling at her skin. After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, Julia came with a gasping shudder. The crowd cheered.

After she had been licked clean of all the food Julia was swung up the right way again. Another man walked forward from the crowd. She recognised Darrin, but shuddered when she saw he had a riding crop in his hand. Someone from the crowd walked forward and showed the crowd a large wet sponge.

He then walked behind Julia and wet her arse with the sponge. She jumped as she felt the water running between her arse cheeks and down her thighs.

Julia jumped at the first stroke of the riding crop. Darrin didn’t waste time between strokes he laid them on thick and fast until Julia’s ass was a mass of welts.

Julia felt herself being freed from her bonds. As her knees buckled she felt strong arms lifting her, carrying her towards the bed that was in the room.

After being placed on the bed face down she was told to get onto her knees. Knowing she must obey or be punished she did as she was told.

Now her red sore ass was sticking up in the air for everyone to see.

She felt a hard cock being thrust into her mouth. The man gently face fucked her while staring at her arse.

Julia felt fingers probing her wet cunt. Sliding up and down, making her moan.

She felt something warm and sticky land on her ass cheeks and knew someone had just come on her ass. Julia felt someone rubbing cum into her sore ass. It stung like mad. She felt her ass cheeks being spread and some thing cold was being drizzled over her virgin ass hole. Then some thing was pushing against her ass hole. She pulled her ass away from the probing. For this reaction she received six more slaps on her already sore ass. So when the probing started again Julia didn’t pull back. She sucked greedily on the cock in her mouth hoping to switch her mind from her sore ass from the probing finger.

After the finger had been eased into her asshole and run up and down a few times, she felt it being removed and something rubbery and slippery being inserted. God it hurt. It was so big. She could feel her asshole being stretched by what she guessed was a vibrator. It took a long time for the man to push the vibrator up her ass until it was as far as the large rubber balls on the vibrator.

The crowd cheered. They cheered even more when a woman crawled between Julia’s legs and began to lick and suckle her clit and cunt.

Julia felt the man in her mouth jerk and spurt his cum down her throat.

As the woman suckled her cunt she suddenly had the strangest sensation course through her body. She realised that the vibrator had been turned on and was vibrating up her asshole. It made her shudder and gasp. She twisted this way and that. The sensations got stronger. She gasped and shuddered and shouted as she had the most amazing orgasm.

The woman lapped at her cunt loving the taste of sweet nectar. The vibrator was sending crazy sensations coursing through her body. Julia didn’t know whether she wanted them to stop or not. So she moaned and gyrated her hips.

Suddenly the lapping at her cunt was replaced by something large and hot. A cock!

She felt the vibrator being pulled nearly out. Then she felt the hard hot cock gliding past her cunt lips and sliding along her slippery wet hole.

As the cock was being pushed up her cunt, she felt the vibrator also being pushed back up her sore ass. She moaned. The crowd cheered.

As the man fucked her cunt hard and fast, he fucked her ass almost as hard with the vibrator.

Julia began to groan, and thrust and grind her hips. Her cunt was tingling, her ass felt on fire but she loved it. As her orgasm built she howled like a wolf. The crowd roared. As Julia hit the peak of her orgasm, she gushed her sweet nectar all over the man fucking her. As he felt her cunt grasping his cock he groaned and shot his hot spunk high inside her, his spunk mingled with her cum and dripped out of her pussy round the sides of his cock.

A man slid himself underneath the two of them and started to lick the mixture of spunk and cum from her thighs and cunt lips. Julia shuddered she had never felt or experienced anything like this before. Her legs began to shake as she came again.

She felt the cock plop from her cunt.

The man under her, continued to lick and suck her cunt clean. Her legs bursa ucuz escort gave way and the vibrator in her ass eased itself out as her cunt buried itself into the man’s face.

She moaned as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her body.

The man under her wriggled himself out. Julia lay absolutely spent.

As she recovered she sat up and looked around her. The group of people who had watched her so intently had now broken away into smaller groups and were in various stages of undress. Engaged in activities that before tonight Julia had felt were private.

She was fascinated.

Darrin and Alicia walked over to the bed with another couple. They smiled at Julia as she sat cross-legged on the bed watching. Darrin said he had wanted to thank her for the show and ask her if she had enjoyed herself. Julia smiled at him and said even though she had a bruised ass and a sore asshole she had enjoyed herself.

He asked her if she wanted to leave with him and his friends. Julia looked into the expectant faces and agreed.

They got up and walked towards the exit. Julia felt a hand snake around her waist. Then she felt a hand on her sore ass, gently stroking.

The chauffer once more opened the door for everyone to climb inside.

He smiled at the naked Julia and touched her red swollen ass as he helped her inside.

The interior was dimly lit, as before but now had four people inside. Five including Julia. Julia found herself on the long bench seat between the two men.

Darrin introduced the other couple as John and Ginette. Julia smiled at them both. She accepted the drink that Darrin offered her and swallowed the rum much too quickly choking slightly as the rum warmed her all through her body.

She felt a hand touching her breast and smiled to see it was Alicia. Her nipple grew hard under the gentle but firm touch. She felt a mouth close around her other nipple, looking down she was not surprised to see it was Ginette licking and suckling her nipple. Her pussy grew slick and wet. She moaned.

She felt large fingers touching her thighs, edging closer to her wet cunt. The fingers made contact with her wet cunt lips and she shuddered. She felt the fingers sliding into her wet swollen cunt. Two fingers slipped in easily. She moaned and moved with them as the slid up and down her slippery cunt.

She opened her eyes to see John grinning as his fingers fucked her cunt.

Darrin was watching as he stroked his own large stiff cock. John moved around until he was kneeling in front of Julia. He then removed his fingers replacing them with his long stiff cock. Julia moaned and came, grasping his cock with her cunt muscles. He thrust all the way in and waited for her orgasm to subside before he began thrusting. Making her gasp with each inward stroke.

Her nipples were being sucked it felt wonderful. Julia was gasping and writhing.

John gave a grunt buried his cock to the hilt and shot his hot spunk up her cunt. Julia moaned. She cried in protest as he pulled out.

She opened her eyes to see Darrin positioning himself in front of her. She felt his hot hard cock pushing at her cunt lips. His cock was large and he was finding it tight. So he moved back and Alicia moved down to Julia’s cunt sucked her clit and suckled her cunt, until she felt Julia grow wet she then slavered all over her clit and cunt making it so wet it was dripping.

Darrin positioned himself once more between her legs and this time he pushed and slipped inside Julia’s tight wet cunt. They both groaned as he thrust deep inside her.

As he fucked her he kissed her long and slow exploring her soft mouth as if caressing her.

She ground her hips against him and screamed as he came big jets of spunk hitting her deep inside. She howled with ecstasy as she came gushing her nectar all over his cock and balls. She felt Darrin withdraw from her as she slowly came back down to earth.

All four smiled at her. Ginette moved between her legs and licked until she was clean. She then kissed Julia. Allowing Julia to taste her own musky scent.

They all sat up and were sitting drinking as the limousine slid to a halt.

Darrin helped Julia into her coat. Your payment is in your coat pocket he said.

Julia felt the crinkle of paper in her pocket. Darrin smiled at her and said if she ever needed money again to just ring the number on the card.

As the limousine pulled away Julia looked at the cheque she had pulled from her pocket. She blinked and looked again, but the amount remained the same.

£10,000

Julia had an anxious wait until the cheque cleared but she needn’t have worried. Within ten days the money was safely in the bank. Her bruised bottom was once again normal and Julia was wondering if you could only be broadminded once.

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EARLY ONE EVENING

“You know, Mom? I like going out with Johnny but he keeps trying to get fresh with me. How should I handle him,” Barbara Baker asked her mother.

“How old is Johnny,” her mother asked.

“He’s my age, twenty years old.”

“What does he do,” her mother asked expecting Barbara to say something like, “He works in a super market.”

“He keeps trying to feel my breasts.”

Mother retained her composure and responded, “If I were twenty, like you, I would expect any twenty year old boyfriend to try to feel my breasts. If you like him, let him.”

THE NEXT DAY

“Mom, I let Johnny feel my breasts last night when we talked in the driveway. Do you know what he tried to do?”

“He tried to get under your blouse.”

“How do you know? Well, yes, he did and I let him. I let him unbutton my blouse and undo my bra, but then he wanted more.”

“I bet he tried to feel your stomach. He’s working his way down to your private parts.”

“How do you know? Was Daddy like that? Anyway, I slapped him and came in the house. What should I do about him?”

“If you want to let him get to your private parts, let him. If you don’t want to let him get there, come straight home and stop dating him. The poor boy is in agony. He doesn’t know it but his body is telling him to make you pregnant.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant now but I want to keep dating him. I want to stay a virgin until I marry. What can I do now to keep him?”

“There are several things you can do. The easiest thing to do is get him to jerk off. If he presses his stiff penis against you and tries to masturbate, let him, encourage him, praise him for doing it. You could give him a hand job. Do you know how to give him a hand job?

“Not really, Mom”

“A hand job is simple. You just take his dick in your hand and rub it back and forth, sometimes gently, sometimes, vigorously. Until he cums in your hands. escort bayan bursa Don’t worry. A handful of cum won’t hurt you.”

“And, what is a blow job?”

“You do the same thing only you do it with your mouth. Just be gentle on him. He will need that dick to knock you, or someone else, up some day. You know, it’s no big deal. With a blowjob, when he comes, he’ll want to come in your mouth. Let him. He’ll tell you, ‘Swallow it all, don’t lose a drop.’ Swallow it for him. A girl has to swallow a bucket of cum before she can become a grandmother. Once you or he gets the notion of a hand job or a blowjob, it all comes naturally.”

“Do you give Daddy blow jobs and hand jobs?”

“Your father really enjoys fucking me. He loves to fuck me in the ass. Sometimes I give him a hand job or a blowjob for a change of pace. Whatever you do, you have to have your man ejaculate to calm him down. Do you know what “ejaculate” means?”

“It means male him cum.”

“No matter how you handle him, after he comes, he’ll be calm for a while and you can control him, maybe”

“Mom! Do you and Daddy really do all those things?”

“Naturally, Daddy’s human. I wouldn’t want to marry a man who didn’t want to make physical love to me.”

“Did you enjoy doing all those things for Daddy?”

“Yes, I loved it. We still do it, just not so often. We enjoy each other.”

“Did you and Daddy actually do those things before you got married?”

“You were born three months after our wedding.”

“I’d like to let Johnny go further than feeling my boobs”

“Let him.”

“It’s uncomfortable in his truck.”

“I can fix that problem. I’ll tell Daddy about your problems and he will agree with me that you need privacy and comfort. I’ll get him to go to bed after the eleven o’clock news on nights when you are out with Johnny. You can invite Johnny in to watch a late movie and have the living room all bursa sinirsiz eskort to yourself. The rest is up to you.”

“Oh, Mommy, you are a dear.”

THE NEXT NIGHT

After spending some time bowling and stopping for a soft drink and muffin, Johnny suggested they go parking down by the waterfront.

“Like I told you before, Johnny. I am uncomfortable making out with you in those bucket seats that you have in your truck. I want to go home.”

“But it’s early yet.”

“Yes, it is. We can play Monopoly in the kitchen or we can watch TV with my parents. They will go to bed early and we can “not-watch” a late movie.”

“And if your parents don’t go to bed early?””

“Then you won’t get to play with my boobs.”

Reluctantly, Johnny agreed to spend the evening watching TV with Barbara’s parents.

With a wink of her eye, Mrs. Baker suggested to her husband that they watch the ten o’clock news instead of the eleven o’clock news and go to bed early. He agreed. Promptly at ten thirty, the couple retired for the evening.

“There’s a musical on Channel Four,” Barbara suggested.

“There’s a war story on Channel Eleven,” Johnny said.

“Do you think you’ll watch it,” Barbara asked.

“I’m more likely to watch that than a musical.”

“We can watch your war story but there will be no kissing until it’s over,” Barbara said.

“We will watch your musical,” Johnny responded.

“They settled on watching the musical but they didn’t watch much of it. Before the opening credits were complete, the young couple were locked in a loving embrace.

“You’re wrinkling my blouse,” she whispered as he kissed and licked her ear. His hand was fondling her breast.

“I’ll help you take it off,” he said as he let go of her breast.

Barbara’s blouse landed on the wing back chair across the room.

“I’m having trouble undoing the escort bayan last snap on you bra.”

Barbara reached back and unsnapped it for him. The bra landed on the floor near the wing back chair.

He sucked a nipple as his hand reached under her skirt. She kissed him tenderly on the back of his neck.

“What color are your panties?”

“Look for yourself.”

“Oh, they’re yellow. I like yellow panties.”

“I think you would like any color panties if I showed them to you while I am wearing them.”

Johnny was too busy feeling Barbara’s crotch through her panties to respond. He leaned against her; she took the hint and lay back on the couch. He pressed his dick against her soft stomach and masturbated. He came in his pants. In a moment or two, he sat up and admired the beautiful girl lying before him.

Barbara closed her eyes. Her right hand slipped into her panties. She reached for her crotch. She pushed the gusset of her panties aside and started manipulating her clitoris. Completely fascinated, Johnny watched a sight he had never imagined before. Her hips began to move up and down. His penis snapped to attention. He unzipped his fly and took his penis out.

Barbara opened her eyes when she heard his zipper. She felt his refreshed hard-on knock on her door.

“Get rid of your trousers,” she said quietly.

Johnny fumbled only a little as he dropped his trousers to the floor. Although it was only the first time he had removed a girl’s underpants, he handled the problem like a pro.

Throughout, Barbara kept manipulating her clit with her right hand but now she reached with her left hand and guided Johnny’s hard on into her virgin vagina. She hadn’t ever been finger fucked yet.

“OOOWW,” she screamed as her hymen tore and Johnny’s withdrew his rapidly shriveling penis.

“Get back in, Johnny. Finish fucking me.”

Johnny quickly pumped his penis back to attention, never noticed the modest blood flow, inserted his penis, and deposited a load of cum deep in Barbara’s cervix..

THE NEXT MORNING.

“How did it go, last night,” Barbara’s mother asked.

Barbara looked lovingly at her mother, kissed her gently on the forehead, and said. “You’re a good teacher.”

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The cursor blinked rapidly in front of her face as she bit down on her lower lip and sent the text message. It was a simple question, one Lily waited to see answered. A sound from the gentleman sitting across from her made her look up. He caught her stare; she blushed and looked back down at her new laptop. She always used her phone for texting and talking to her friend, but today she’d opted to bring the laptop because she had a lot of work to do and it would serve her better than her phone. She ignored the rumbling of the train as she waited for her online boyfriend’s message to come back to her.

Her message icon blinked orange and she clicked on it. A smile drifted to her lips, small and barely noticeable, but it was there.

Todd: Black stilettos.

She wrote back about how typical a color and that maybe the girl should have left wearing bright pink pumps or neon orange ones.

Todd: Oh? Do you think that would go well with her black skirt and white blouse?

Her smile became a smirk, as she typed a splash of color is a nice way to dress up such a boring woman. She could see Todd just shake his head at her amusement and teasing, and smile briefly.

They had been communicating online for a long time. Though hundreds of miles separated them, they were only seconds away from each other online. She typed back asking him what the woman looked like. Was she plain? Boring? Pretty?

This was a game they played. Todd rode into work every morning on a train and she, already at work, would IM or text him. She would pick the gender for him to describe and he would of course pick the person. This morning was the exception to their typical exchange. She had to make a business trip, so for the first time she was able to communicate with him in a setting like the one he experienced every day. She wasn’t surprised to learn he’d picked a woman wearing a pair of black stilettos. Todd had a thing for shoes.

Todd: She’s pretty. I guess. Not as pretty as you. Kind of hard to tell really.

Lily blushed. Todd had her picture and he had called her lovely, beautiful, sexy and yes, pretty. She smiled at the memory of the first day she’d sent him a headshot of herself. In her opinion her cheeks were too round and her smile too wide. But he had loved it, or so he said and from that point on, she slowly began to feel more comfortable in her own skin.

Todd: Still there?

She bit down on her lower lip and answered his reply, apologizing for her lack of response. She quickly asked why he couldn’t tell if the girl was pretty or not.

Todd: She’s sitting across from me, on the other bench and people keep jostling past her. So I can only get a glimpse here and there. She looks pretty though, your turn. Pick a man, any man.

Lily’s brow furrowed, until she got the point. Todd wanted her to play too. She was all for it and secretly had hoped he’d asked her to play. After all, usually she had no one new to describe. Lily spent her workday sitting in an office, where the same people passed by every day. She’d already described all of them. Her gaze drifted over to the man who had noticed her. She had to peer around a woman who had gotten up to find another seat, but the brief exposure of her quarry had been enough.

She answered back that the gentleman looked to be in his early thirties, and had brown hair. He also wore a pair of gray trousers and sports coat.

Todd: So pretty much your typical business guy. Leave it to you to find someone exciting.

Her shoulders shook at his description. She wrote back that he was a “typical business guy” and when Todd concurred with her description of him, he confessed that he too was wearing the same thing as the man she was looking at, but his pants and coat were more of a dark charcoal color.

They commutes continued as did their talk, so the game, as usual, was abandoned and those around them went ignored. Every so often Lily would glance at the gentleman she’d described to Todd, but that was all she’d do. When it was apparent that the train was slowing down, she looked up and noted where she was. She said her goodbye escort to Todd, closed her laptop and hurriedly shoved it into its bag.

She rose from her seat and made her way to the door, just as the train came to a stop. The man, whom she had noticed and described to Todd, looked up and smiled at her. Her stomach twisted as she stared back. His brows furrowed slightly, but neither of them spoke to the other. She gave him a small smile, turned away and left the safety of the car behind her.

When she arrived at the office that had been assigned to her for the week, she opened up her laptop and set to work on several of the company’s laptops. After working for an hour, and accomplishing enough to justify taking a break, she logged back into her IM and saw an offline message from Todd.

Todd: She had a splash of color. A pink ribbon in her hair, holding back a braid, no neon shoes, but still color.

Lily smiled and typed back asking if the back of her hair was the only thing he’d noticed? The message was answered very quickly with a “no” and “she had a nice butt too.” Laughter spilled out of Lily’s lips. She and Todd spoke for a short while, until duty called and both had to leave. He asked what her plans for the evening were and she explained she would be going out for supper, but maybe she’d sneak off to the ladies’ room, if he’d leave her a sexy voice mail.

Todd: I shall. I’ll tell you what. I’m having a business dinner with our CEO and a few other folks from the office. We’re going to Georgio’s, why don’t you eat Italian too and imagine us having the same meal. We’re eating around six.

She grinned and wished he could see her smile. Seconds later he did; she took a quick picture of herself with her webcam and shared it with him. Her hair was down, where before she had pulled it back to keep the flyaway curls from falling into her face while she worked. But the tension of the morning’s activities had left her with a slight headache. The pressure of her twined up locks had taken its toll on her scalp. He thanked her for the picture and told her again how beautiful she was. They logged off and once again Lily went about her day, this time with thoughts of Todd and how much fun it would be to actually share an Italian dinner with him.

When she left the office she had been happy to discover that Georgio’s was a well-established chain, with six locations spread out over the country, including the one just a few blocks from her hotel. She made a reservation for herself, and pondered what dish Todd would be choosing. On the train ride back to her hotel, she looked for the man in the gray trousers, but didn’t see him. She pulled out her phone, keeping the laptop tucked securely by her side. She sent Todd a message, curious if he too were on his way home.

Todd: Hey there sunshine.

Lily answered, pecking away at the keyboard of her cell. She told him of her day and he spoke of his. She mentioned she’d eat Italian and think of him. Before hanging up she made him promise to leave a sexy voice mail, and she promised to leave him one.

Back at her hotel, Lily showered and shaved. She laid out the clothes she wanted to wear and blow dried her red hair. It hung in curly waves down her back and over her shoulders and breasts. She stared at her reflection and imagined Todd looking at her, admiring the color of her skin, the sprinkling of freckles that seemed a contrast to her ivory complexion. Her breasts were round, soft and just barely more than a handful. Her sex was shaved bare and her lips flared slightly, allowing a hint of the darker inner flesh to show itself.

Her hands traveled across her chest, down her abdomen and pressed against her mound. She teased herself until she was forced to slide onto the bed. With a trembling hand, she reached for her cell phone and pressed the speed dial number that would reach Todd’s phone. She knew there was a chance he’d pick up, but there was also the chance she’d get his voice mail.

As she touched and rubbed herself closer to a pending release, the recording came on. She cursed softly and quickened her pace. When the waited-for beep rang through, she knew her sounds were being recorded. Lily vigorously played with herself until her moans, grunts, and bursa eve gelen escort mutterings of love cascaded into Todd’s phone. She told him she loved him, hung up and closed the cell phone with one finger.

She lay there for several minutes, basking in the joy of her orgasm. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated and her ringtone sounded. She picked it up and saw Todd’s number. He would either be calling her back to thank her for the voice mail, or making his own climax known via a recording.

Lily bit her lip and waited for her phone to tell her she had a message. When it stopped ringing and then chirped that she had a voice mail, she grinned. Lily quickly listened to her messages and heard the grunt of Todd’s release and the curses that often accompanied his coming. The shot heard round the world, she thought.

That night Lily headed to dinner, alone. She wore a pink dress, and pink ribbon in her hair, along with a pair of pink stilettos. Her stockings were cream-colored, but her undergarments matched the clothes she wore. The lace thong, shelf bra, and garter set enhanced her complexion as well as her freckles, but that beauty was shielded from prying eyes.

The cab driver delivered her safely to the restaurant and though she received a funny look when she told the attendant she was dining alone, she didn’t mind. Lily had expected it. She was given a table near a window, where she could gaze at the city as well as several of the guests that were eating at the lovely Italian restaurant.

An attendant came by and ran through the wine list as well as the house special for the evening. She ordered a red wine and perused the menu, every so often looking up to see who was eating and what they were enjoying.

To her left and several tables away were four people, two men and two women. They laughed and smiled at each other, and occasionally would take a bite of their meals between whatever they were discussing. The food one man was eating looked delectable, so when Lily was asked what she would want for the evening, she asked the server to discover what the man was eating and she would have the same as him. The server agreed and Lily watched as he casually walked past the table with the four diners.

He then circled back, with the pretense of refilling her water glass and told her the name of the dish. Lily ordered it and quietly waited alone for her meal to arrive. While she did, she pulled out her phone and sent an offline message to Todd. She told him that she had found a Georgio’s near her and she was dining there right now. She explained what meal she was eating and how it felt strange to eat in such a pricey place alone. She told him she approximately what time she was going to go to the ladies’ room and warned him that he was expected to go too.

Her food arrived and she enjoyed the rich sauce and the al dente pasta. The flavors exploded on her palette and as she savored every bite, she noticed the women who were laughing with the two men. They were stunning creatures; a raven haired beauty and a blond, but they were dressed conservatively, which made Lily feel as if the dinner was more formal than pleasure. She looked away when one of the men caught her staring at him. She felt her skin grow heated as she saw from the corner of her eye that the man was trying to get the other man’s attention.

Lily noted the time, grabbed her purse and rose from the table; she passed her attendant and told him that she needed to use the ladies’ room. He whispered the directions to her, and she left, slipping past various tables and guests. Once behind a locked stall, she opened her phone, slipped her hand under her skirt and behind her panty.

The sound of Todd coming over the phone for her was more erotic now that she knew he was doing the exact same thing. She listened to his climax over and over again. While she did, Lily was fingering her clit and rubbing vigorously the swollen wet lips of her pussy. When she came, she swallowed the moan that threatened to expose her antics to unknown listeners.

Lily wiped her hands and her sex with toilet paper, then quickly texted Todd, telling her about her orgasm and how naughty she felt. He answered back, shocking görükle escort her that he was online at the same time as her.

Todd: I would love to clean you up, right now.

She told him the feeling was mutual.

Todd: To shove you against a wall, lift your skirt and drive my dick between your slick folds. Right there in the bathroom, with no one around, just you and I.

Lily asked him if he was still in the bathroom.

Todd: Yeah, wanna call me? lol

Lily smiled at the thought; she held the phone in one hand and smoothed down her dress before leaving the stall. She texted back that she would love to call him and waited for his reply. Her reflection in the mirror was bright and full of a sensuous glow. She picked up the phone just as his text came over the waves.

Todd: Fuck yes. They don’t need me at the dinner table.

A giggle left Lily’s lips; she left the bathroom with her phone in her hand. She stopped inside the hall of the restrooms and pressed Todd’s speed dial number. He answered before the first ring had finished. She grinned and leaned against the wall behind her. He whispered to her that his cock was hard and that he wanted her on her knees in front of him. His fingers, he wanted buried in her hair. He told her that he needed to look down at her, and catch her staring back up at him.

Lily listened and shifted nervously on her feet as desire slowly began to build deep inside her belly. She could hear a large party of guests milling about. Her pussy tightened as Todd’s breath began to sound more labored. A figure moving down the hall toward her made her face pale. She covered the phone.

“One of the restaurant managers said that the men’s room was out of order,” she lied. The man grumbled and Lily gave him an apologetic smile. After he was gone she returned the phone to her ear and opened the bathroom door.

The men’s room was quite different than the ladies’. It was furnished in a much more masculine way. The wallpaper was darker as was the wood trim, and a leather bench sat along one wall. She sat down and slipped off her shoes. Todd’s voice echoed around her. She heard him in stereo as he cursed that someone had come into the bathroom. A smile rose from her lips as she listened to his phone close and his pants being zipped. She tucked her phone into her purse and waited for him to step out of one of the stalls. When he did, she rose up and waited.

She heard the sound of water running and knew he was washing his hands, but still she did not make her presence known. The sound of the dryer blared through the interior of the men’s room as Todd dried his hands under the scorching heat and tornado like winds that were pushed out. Only when she heard him take a step toward the bathroom door, did she round the corner and expose herself.

They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Lily was the first to break the silence. “My business trip wasn’t in Nashville; it was here in New York. I remembered your train route, the one you mapped out for me back when we first met. I also prayed to God that you wouldn’t alter your routine, that all of this would work out the way I dreamed”

He said nothing as she chewed on her lower lip.

“I was on the train, the woman in the boring clothes and the pink ribbon in her hair,” she pulled out the ribbon from the bottom of her purse. It lay between her fingers as she showed it to him. “I wasn’t sure if you’d recognize me or not. I didn’t want you to. I purposely kept my hair back and I wore more make-up than a super model on a photo shoot. Oh, and these,” she pulled out a small plastic container and held it up, “colored contacts,” she admitted.

She watched him come to the realization that it was all real. That she was the woman on the train and she was in the same restaurant as he was and that she truly was standing in front of him. He closed the distance between them and grabbed her by the arms. Their lips touched and their fingers pulled and tugged at the clothes they wore. He pulled away and looked down at her, once more she saw him questioning the reality of it all.

“I’m not fucking you in this bathroom,” he suddenly said, breaking through the disbelief that had left him speechless. He opened his phone and she listened as he excused himself from the dinner he had been taking with his CEO, and two female co-workers.

Hand in hand they left the restaurant and when they arrived at her hotel, it was with the idea of living out many of their online fantasies.

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First dates always make me nervous and despite being thirty five and this being nothing like my first, first date, tonight was no different. It was a little after ten when I pulled up to the bar. It was a cool, overcast and autumnal. The tourists had left for the season even though we were enjoying an unusually warm fall.

“Finn’s Bar” was built on stilts into the harbor with a wrap around deck and bar that made extremely popular in the summer. But this time of year it was practically empty. I was thirty minutes early, hoping to get a table and a beer before Charlie showed up.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Firstly, until about ten hours ago, I’d just assumed she was married. Although she didn’t wear a ring, none of the staff wore any jewelry, I’d seen her boys in the store, and I’d occasionally seen her getting dropped off at the store. She worked at my favorite sandwich store “Lynn’s”, and since I’d moved to Bass Harbor a little over a year ago I’d become a regular.

She was a petite 5’2 brunette, who looked like she was no stranger at the gym, but she was out of place at Lynn’s. For a start she was in her thirties which made her at least a decade older than the rest of the girls behind the counter. Secondly, despite wearing the same uniform of jeans, a gray long-sleeved t-shirt covered with a purple regular tee and purple baseball cap, she was, as my grandmother would have put it “very put together”. She wore just enough make up, she was always tucked in, neat and controlled. The effect made her look more like a librarian in fast food cosplay, than a senior shift leader at Lynn’s Sandwich and Pizza. Finally, she seemed smart. Her conversation never strayed beyond the normal, “Where are you from?”, “How are your kids?”, but it was clear that she actually cared. So when she’d asked me “So what are we doing this evening?” it had taken a couple of blinks to register?

“Excuse me?” I’d stammered

“Where are you taking me this evening?” she dropped her default broad smile and it was replaced by gentle, slightly nervous eye contact.

“I thought that’s what you said. Errr…” caught off guard I was struggling to remember where I was, never mind suitable places to take a woman on a date in Bass Harbor.

“How about Finn’s? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you in there a couple of times.”

“You have? Weird, I’m sure I’d have spotted you.” and it was true I had an excellent memory for faces, although my ability to match faces to names was definitely lacking.

“It’s a busy bar, plus I don’t usually look like this.” and she gestured to her uniform and oddly her face. “So, are we doing this? I have hungry customers waiting?”

Still confused I managed to get out “But you hardly know me.”

“That’s part of the reason I’m asking you out. But what I do know is that you’re polite, you are good with your kids and you have a cute accent that I’m pretty sure I could listen to all day” Mark one up to being British I thought to myself.

“Then, absolutely!” figuring now was as good a time as any to sound as British as possible. “What time?”

“My ex has the boys and I finish up here a little after ten. How’s ten thirty?”

I instinctively looked at my watch, then realized that I haven’t worn a watch since the last watch I bought broke shortly after I’d bought my first cellphone. I told myself to relax, took a breath and met her eyes.

“That would be delightful” and with that her slightly worried, and mildly frustrated expression was replaced with her amazing smile.

Now at a little after ten, here I was, strolling towards a bar I knew well to meet a woman who I barely knew at all. As I approached the entrance I was surprised to see Charlie walking towards the bar with purpose. She still had her uniform on, but her head was down and she was carrying a large backpack. From a distance I thought the steam coming off her was just the condensation from the cool air, but then I realized it wasn’t that cold. As she got closer I saw the glow of her cigarette as she inhaled deeply. It was about then that she noticed me.

“Hey!” she exhaled a plume of blue smoke and waved the hand holding the cigarette. I waved back, figuring I’d wait until I didn’t have to shout. In the time it took her to close the distance she took a last drag of her cigarette, stamped it out without missing a stride and opened her arms to greet me.

“Hey, yourself!” I replied, and was very relieved that she had taken the body language initiative. One of the many aspects of American culture that I just hadn’t figured out was when you were supposed to shake hands, kiss or hug. It was clear that Charlie was a hugger. As she pulled me in I became very aware of our height difference, I’m a little over six feet, and the smell of tobacco which took me back to dating smokers in the nineties. My ex-wife, much like myself, had never been a smoker. I was surprised by how much I was comforted by the smell.

“You’re early” and she replaced her smile with a mock frown.

“Aren’t I supposed to be early.”

“Yes. But not this early. I’d planned to get changed and then escort bursa make a grand re-entrance a little after 10:30.” she smiled and we both laughed. “I guess the grand re-entrance is a bust, but would you mind if I disappear for about 20 minutes and get ready?”

“Not at all, but don’t feel you have to.”

“I have to. I love Lynn’s they’ve been good to me, especially the last couple of months, but at the end of a shift I have to get out of this as quickly as possible. Lets head in, you get us a table by the water and order the chicken tenders. And by the time they arrive I’ll be back.” We did just that, except I also ordered a beer.

I sipped my beer, admired the view over the water, and stared at my phone for the whilst I waited for the food and my date. Our food arrived after fifteen minutes. The tenders looked really good. I waited another five minutes before I eventually caved and reached to get one.

“And I thought all Englishmen were gentleman.” Charlie had approached from behind. I stood to meet her, an English habit that had been drilled in to me since I’d started school. As I turned to face her my jaw literally dropped. The jeans and t-shirt has been replaced by a black, halterneck dress. Beyond confirming that Charlie really must go to the gym very frequently as her arms and legs were incredibly toned, and you could just about see the outline of her stomach muscles though the tight dress I began to realize why I’d hadn’t spotted her at the bar before. Charlie was heavily tattooed and pierced.

The first thing I noticed was her chest which was adorned with a large, brightly colored flowers, a theme that seamlessly flowed down both of her arms just past her elbow. Realizing I was staring with my mouth open I started to say something, but Charlie beat me to it with “What do you think?” and she gave me a perfectly executed twirl, which revealed that her back was entirely covered with flowers with the intricate and beautiful design just peeking out below the seam of her dress that finished just above her knees. Both calves were also tattooed with long stem flowers, but her feet and shins, like her neck and forearms free from ink.

“Wow!” I exclaimed a little lost for words.

“You like the dress?” She looked happy. “I got my eldest to drop it off this afternoon.” With a strain I managed to make eye contact. Not knowing if it was rude to mention her tattoos, I was grateful for the out.

“The dress fits like a glove.” and making sure I had her gaze “You look beautiful.”

“Why thank you!” and I pulled her chair back and helped her to her seat.

“Plus it really shows off my tattoos.” I nodded, a little embarrassed. Tattoos had never been my thing. I wasn’t against tattoos, I just couldn’t ever imagine making such a permanent change to my body, but I had to admit, Charlie’s tattoos were outstanding. Now that the shock had worn off I realized that the flowers were incredibly detailed, somewhere between a scientific field manual and a watercolor painting, and that in addition to the overall floral theme there was an abundance of small creatures, ranging from squirrels and small mammals and birds to ladybugs and even a few spiders.

“Shit. You don’t like tattoos.” I guess I’d taken a little too long to say something.

“No! No!” I rushed to reassure her “I just didn’t realize you had tattoos.” and then “In fact I thought you were more the bookish, librarian type.” This made her laugh.

“Well I do like to read, but I don’t think librarian was ever on my cards.” she paused to get her cigarettes out of her clutch. It was then I realized that she was no longer carrying her backpack. “Do you mind if I smoke?”

The question was clearly rhetorical as she was already bringing a lit lighter to the end of her cigarette. The light from the flame danced off her face and the extent of her piercings was made clear. She wore three small diamonds in her bottom lip, one in her philtrum, one in each nostril and what I initially thought was one large ring, but later found out were five smaller rings stacked together in her septum. The jewelry was clearly expensive and well made, subtle even, despite there being so much. As she took the first deep drag of her cigarette the jewels in her cheeks sparkled in the candlelight. The effect was mesmerizing.

She exhaled slowly through her nose, the cigarette held dangling from her raised right hand that was she supported at the elbow by holding her left arm that crossed her front. Her thumb nail gently caressing her middle finger.

“Your tattoos are stunning, I just had no idea. Same for your piercings, and that you smoked.”

“I guess you really haven’t seen me outside the store.” she paused to take another drag on her cigarette. “If anything this is refreshing. At least I know you’re not here because of my mods.”

I managed to stop myself from saying “The opposite.”, instead I said “I’m here because I thought you were smart, beautiful” and then pausing to give her a dirty grin “and you make some of the best sandwiches in the northeast.”

“Ha! So the way to your heart bursa merkez eskort is through you stomach! Typical man.”

“Guilty as charged.” and I rubbed my belly.

From there we chatted for next hour. Charlie was just out of a 18 year marriage to the man that got her pregnant at 15. By all accounts her ex-sounded like a decent guy. He’d also only been 15 when she’d gotten pregnant, and had dropped out of school once the baby had arrived and gotten a job first washing dishes, then later construction and more recently joinery. They’d tried to make a go of it, getting married at 18 and having their second child that same year, but five years in it was clear that the only thing keeping them together was a love of their kids and the financial strain of living on two minimum wage jobs plus tips.

I’d been shocked to find out that Charlie had been 100lbs overweight at that point. Between the pregnancies, access to free sandwiches and the ever constant anguish of knowing you are in a loveless marriage she’d looked in the mirror one day and just broken down. That’s when she found spinning. Growing up in Bass Harbor, and working at Lynn’s, she knew pretty much everyone, including the owner of the spin class over the street from Lynn’s. She’d been hooked from the first class. Within 6 months she was down 80lbs. Within a year she was keeping up with the instructor. That’s when two things had happened. She’d started training to become a spin coach and also started to get tattooed. To her great surprise that rekindled some of the spark with her husband, but it was short lived. She’d gotten pregnant for the third time, and this time decided to terminate. That was when they both realized that it really was over and agreed to start seeing other people. The only rule being that the kids couldn’t find out.

She continued to teach spin and used the extra money to buy tattoos from an artist she really admired, rather than an artist she could afford. She even dated her artist for a couple of months, but it hadn’t worked out. Apparently that’s when she got the chest tattoo and one of her sleeves and started getting piercings. Then, six months ago, the inevitable happened, her husband had met someone and fallen in love. She was pregnant and he wanted a divorce.

At midnight Charlies phone started to buzz.

“Fuck!” with a look of mild consternation.

“Whats wrong?”

“Its midnight.”

“You’re right.”

“Look, I’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Spin class at 6:30am then Lynn’s till 4.”

“I understand. Would you like a like home?”, she did. As I paid the check I became acutely aware of how little I wanted the evening to end. Charlie was special and as we left the bar, she held my hand. I felt like a kid again and had a big stupid grin on my face. This smart, beautiful, tattooed woman thought was letting the world now that, at least for tonight I was with her. I looked down, and realized she was smiling too.

When we reached my beat up, but beloved ’96 F150 truck I really didn’t want to let her hand go, but not wanting to force my luck, I did and reached up to open the truck door for her. As I did, she placed a hand on my arm. I turned to face her to see what was wrong, and found her moving in to kiss me.

Her lips were soft, there was an initially overwhelming taste of tobacco that quickly subsided and I picked up the hints of cherry from her lip balm. She was intoxicating. I pulled back a little to make sure she was just as into me and saw a fire in her eyes that let me know we were on the same page. I pulled her closer with my left arm and as I did so she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. I held her tightly against my body and kissed her deeply. As out tongues met and started to explore each other there was a sudden ‘click’ and Charlie pulled away taking a couple of steps backwards and holding her mouth.

“Are you OK? What happened?” I was confused and rushed to see what was wrong. She quickly dropped her hand and stuck out her tongue, revealing two metal barbels in the center.

“Tongue studs. I guess I should have warned you.” and then the fire was back in her eyes and she actually jumped into my arms. I caught her, and was relieved to find I could carry her easily. I’d never kissed someone with a tongue stud before, never mind two. At first I focused on keeping my teeth out of the way, quickly figuring out this added complication. Eventually, my tongue started to find the piercings. The sensation of the hard metal against my tongue was electric. The kiss got deeper, our noses started to touch and I could feel her nose stud against my nostril and the septum rings on my upper lip. It was amazing. I’d always enjoyed kissing but it had been many years since it had felt this new, this exciting. As we found our rhythm I could feel the bars of her lip studs through her the flesh of her lip and risked sucking on it. Charlie purred, then pulled away.

“OK.” She stopped to catch her breath. “OK.” she repeated and pulled her hair behind her ears, revealing a row of rings running up to the top of her ear bursa sınırsız escort and for reasons I don’t understand my cock suddenly swelled and I felt my IQ dropping. “I wasn’t going to do this but… your place.”

“I wasn’t going to let you do this… but absolutely”.

It was a short drive to my house we sat in silence as Charlie smoked and held my hand. Five minutes later we were pulling in to the driveway of my three-quarter cape. Which looked deceptively small from the street, but had been extended to over three-thousand square-feet over its hundred year history. If there was anything lucky about my divorce its that it happened whilst I was changing job so had a signing bonus available, and at the bottom of the housing bubble.

“This is your house?”

I was a little confused. “Yes?”

“All of it?”

“Yes.” I took her hand and lead her inside into the kitchen. I’d dropped the kids off at their mom’s a couple of days ago and the cleaners had been since then so everything was very clean and tidy, but it was still clearly the house of a single dad. I’d had plans to put up pictures of me and the kids, to buy cushions for the sofa, to have more than just three sets of plates, cups and cutlery but I just hadn’t found the energy to actually do it. What I’d done instead is build out workshop in what used to be a double garage.

Now it was Charlie’s time to be surprised.

“Are you rich?”

“I mean, I guess that depends on what you mean by rich.”

“I thought you were blue collar. You’re always covered in saw dust. You drive a beat up old truck.”

“Hey, be nice. Rosie has feelings too.” I watched her taking in my house. This wasn’t the conversation I was expecting. I was expecting to have to deflect criticism for my complete lack of an aesthetic. This was the first time I’d seen Charlie in anything brighter than street lighting. Her tattoos were incredible. The light glinting off her jewelry. Her long hair, bouncing off the middle of her back as she walked around the island.

“What do you do?”

“I write software.”

“Who for? The mob?”, I laughed.

“No, for Banco Roja, the investment wing of Sanmarco”

“Huh.” satisfied with my answer she made her way back to me, placed a hand on my should and purred “So are you going to fuck me or not?” I pulled her and kissed her deeply, her piercings bringing my cock to attention almost instantly. Charlie was close enough to feel it grow and started kneed it gently with her hip, a fine trick. I moved my hands to her ass and grabbed it, and she took it for what it was, an invitation to jump into my arms. We continued to kiss as I navigated through the lounge and towards the front room.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Upstairs, to my room.”

“Where are we now?”

I deftly avoided a couple of hot wheels my son had left out and answered “Hmmmm, I guess you’d either call it the front room or the fireplace room.”

“You have a fireplace?”

“I have a fireplace and a sheep skin rug.”

“Do me on it”

Charlie was light, but I hadn’t been looking forward to climbing the stairs whilst carrying her. I called out “Alexa, start fire, medium”, the blue glow of my Amazon Alexa filled the room, followed by the whoosh of the gas fire coming to life. The room started to glow with the orange light of the fire, lay Charlie gently on the rug and I started to take off my clothes. As I was struggling with my belt Charlie sat up, tweaked something behind her neck, wiggled a little and then pulled her dress over her head leaving her completely naked. In the flickering light of the fire I couldn’t make out the details but it was clear that what I thought was a chest tattoo actually covered her entire torso. Still sitting she took what I’d previously thought was a bracelet and used it to quickly put her hair into a loose bun, then leaned forward and deftly undid my belt and zipper. My ever growing cock released Charlie gently ran her tongue studs along its base. When she reached the tip she expertly embraced it with her lips, whilst gently flicking the tip with her tongue, sucking gently. Then she consumed my shaft. I could actually feel her lip studs against my balls and the tip of my penis passed her tonsils. She pulled her head back, her lips never losing the seal on my cock, her tongue studs weaving up my shaft and her cheek studs massaging the sides. Only when she’d pulled all the way back did she open her mouth and take a breath. She repeated this and on the third time I felt compelled to hold her head against my balls. She didn’t resist, in fact I felt her smile and she gently rattled my cock against the side of her throat and found that I was holding her by her fully pierced ears and my cock instant came to full attention. There was just something about the feeling of all those rings against my fingers.

Charlie then pulled back and lay on the rug opening her legs to me. I dived towards her pussy only to find that it too was heavily pierced. Her outer labia sported four rings each, and she had a vertical clitoral hood. Much like her earrings, her labia drove me wild, the light clinking as they rubbed against each other as I buried my face in her pussy. Round and round, her clitoris, round and round, I felt her getting wetter and wetter. Charlie then pulled my head up to hers by my ear lobes, kissed me then growled in my ear “Fuck me until I tell you to stop!”

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Cumshot

A while after my first few times on the giving end a blowjob instead only receiving, I found another bookstore. I could hardly believe it, it was only 3 blocks from the one of my forced first suck. The original one is on the main drag, but this one is off the beaten path so it’s easy to drive nearby and not even know it’s there.

Some things about this one I don’t like though. Like the booths, they are behind the counter and the clerk constantly walks right past . With no doors he can look right in so I’ve never even tried them. I do however like one of the theaters, it has two sides with a divider in the middle. The cool part is that the screens are mounted on an 8 foot wide wall that’s about 3 feet from the end of each room. This makes a perfect dark cove to go stand behind with your dick out and wait for someone to suck it if they like what they see.

Before anyone can open the theater door the clerk has to unlock the door from the counter and it makes a buzzing sound so you can stop any activity until the new person seems cool. This became my new favorite place to go for a quick blowjob as it seemed there was always someone ready to suck a hard cock when they didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

I had been there about 10 times and gotten a blowjob every time when I ended up there again one afternoon. After 20 minutes of watching the movie and taking note of who was entering and exiting the unseen cove, I made my way behind the wall. I leaned against the wall with the screen on the other side and within a minute or so my eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were 4 or 5 people back there already with no real action going on, just each guy standing there with his dick in his hand.

I was only back there a couple minutes when one of the guys, a Hispanic dressed in cowboy attire all the way from the boots and wranglers to the button down long sleeve shirt, approached me. He was tall for a Mexican, about 3 inches taller than me and good looking.

He walked right up in front of me he reached out and took my dick in his hand and started stroking it. I moved my hand away so he had full access and waited for the time he would squat down and give me the blowjob I so desperately wanted. Instead he reached down, took my hand and placed it on his cock. I thought what the hell, I can stand here and stroke him too. So that’s what we did for the next several minutes, facing each other, stroking each others dick. It felt real nice having someone stroking me while I had another hard cock in my hand. I even used my other hand to massage his nice low hanging big balls.

The next thing escort bayan I know though, he has both hands on my shoulders and he’s pushing me down. It seemed so natural I didn’t even resist. My knees buckled, I slid down with my back against the wall and before I knew it I’m squatting down in front of a man with his hard cock in my face again. I already knew from touching him that he was clean shaven down there and with it just inches from my face I could see how good it looked. When he breathed his hardness would rise and fall and I could see his balls moving around inside the sack. While I was staring at it I could also see a long stream of precome starting to hang from the tip.

What seemed like minutes of looking at his cock was actually probably only seconds. Then he stepped forward placing his feet and legs outside mine, virtually trapping me in my current position. When he moved, his cock came right toward my mouth. He must have been directing it with his body angle because without touching it, it went straight into my open mouth. As he entered my mouth I could taste the saltiness of his precome and what was hanging from the tip was now on my face and hanging from my chin.

He smelled very clean like he had just showered before stopping at the bookstore. I reached up with one hand and started rubbing his balls again as I moved my mouth up and down the length of his shaft making sure to use my tongue on that sensitive spot right under the crown of his cock.

DAMN! Just then I remembered the other 4 or 5 guys behind the screen with us. Here I am, basically trapped on my knees in front of this guy with his cock in my mouth and I know they’ve got to be watching. Shit, I’ve even been rubbing his balls like I want him to come in my mouth. There’s no explaining this away like it was an accident. I usually don’t mind people watching when it’s my dick in someone else’s mouth, but I really find it quite embarrassing when I’m the one with a hard cock in MY mouth.

With the predicament I was in I couldn’t really do anything to escape without everyone knowing what I’ve already done. I guess I had stopped moving on his cock as I was contemplating my situation because he started to move back and forth. Oh well, at least with him doing the work it’ll look more like he’s taking advantage of me rather than me going to town on his cock, but then again, here I am still rubbing his balls.

After realizing there was nothing I could do to minimize the fact that I’m here sucking a stranger’s cock in public in front of other people, in my mind I let go of all my surroundings. Now my bursa vip escort world consisted only of this beautiful cock face fucking me and these big balls in my hand as I waited for him to come in my mouth, no WANTED him to come in my mouth. That’s it isn’t it, I WANTED him to unload in my mouth! I’m not waiting for it, I’m WANTING it!

IT. A mouthful of come. Hot fresh come, straight out of the cock that happens to be in my mouth, from the balls that happen to be in my hand. How did this happen? Something only a year ago that seemed so impossible, so repulsive. A MOUTHFUL OF SOMEONE’S COME. And now I’m wondering what I can do to make it happen even quicker. I want to know what I can do to make him feel so good that he rewards me with a huge load of come. That’s it again, REWARD! It’s my REWARD for doing such a good job of sucking his cock. I’m a COCKSUCKER. I find myself hoping he has a week’s worth or more saved up.

Snapping back to the present I find my new friend seems content to slowly fuck my mouth, he must have wanted this to last. I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth and he was leaning against the wall above me on his elbows and staring down at his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I kept looking up at him for a couple minutes as he slowly used my mouth but then he stopped and pulled out. I was in shock. NO. I thought, don’t stop now. My fears were quickly put to rest when he reached down with his right hand, circled his fingers around his nut sack right under his shaft and lifted his balls into my mouth. Not quite the definition of a Tea Bag but close enough. He had to turn them at an angle and put them in one at a time while holding my head with his other hand, but when they were both in, my mouth was completely full. My cheeks were so puffed out I bet I looked like a chipmunk getting ready for winter. It was all I could do to swirl my tongue around on his balls but he moaned so much I could tell he really liked it.

About that time I was startled back into the reality of my surroundings. Here I am with a someone’s balls completely filling my mouth and his cock is laying on my face all the way to my forehead but I was OK with it. Mostly because the shuffling around that brought me out of my cock trance was a guy on my right that bumped into us as he leaned against the wall to let his new friend suck his cock. Without turning my head (mouth full of balls) I was able to look over and watch some live blowjob action. In short order there was another guy squatting against the wall on my left as someone fed him a hard cock. Wow, bursa elit escort three blowjobs going on at the same time and there were a LOT more people standing around watching. I didn’t even know when they all got there. The buzzer must have went off several times without me knowing.

My jaw was getting a little sore trying to keep my mouth open far enough to accommodate the Mexican’s balls so I was glad when he pulled them out. I realized though that I hadn’t been able to swallow with his balls in my mouth so when they popped out a bunch of saliva along with the precome from earlier was now adorning the front of my shirt.

No time to contemplate that though because he quickly had his cock back in my mouth. He picked up right where he left off with the slow face fucking. Then I hear a loud grunt to my left as the guy standing next to my partner unloads into the guys mouth squatting next to me. He leans over and loudly spits out the come and says, you came in my mouth, I can’t believe you came in my mouth! I’m thinking to myself, what did you expect, you were SUCKING his dick.

The Mexican started to pick up the pace about that time. Maybe it was a turn-on seeing the guy next to him come in the others guys mouth. I sensed he was getting close and I knew my perceptions were correct when I felt his balls almost pull away from my hand as they tightened up against his body. He let out a real loud grunt and said something in Spanish as I felt the first spurt of come shoot across my tongue. I used my hands to steady him and keep him from going to far into my mouth while he was coming. I wanted to enjoy this, not like the guy next to me, I WANTED this. As I was savoring the taste and feeling of my mouth filling with his come, I knew I was going to swallow this load. But I just couldn’t resist letting a small amount of come leak out of the corner of my mouth down onto my shirt just so everyone watching knew exactly what happened and that I ENJOYED it!

The Mexican pulled his cock from my mouth, stowed it and zipped up in one quick motion. He patted me on the shoulder and walked away before I had a chance to stand up or even swallow his come that still filled my mouth. I swallowed and stood up and then really took note of all the guys looking at me.

When I caught my breath I realized I still had a raging hard on. I was so engrossed with the Mexican’s cock that I never even paid any attention to mine. Not to worry though, within seconds one of the guys that had been watching the show I put on was on his knees in front of me engulfing my cock. I just grabbed his head and fucked his mouth hard for less than a minute before unloading my balls in his mouth.

Wow, what a great day at the theater. And the revelations that when I’ve got a cock in my mouth I’m no longer just waiting for him to come, I’m WANTING him to come. WANTING him to COME in my MOUTH!! Yes REWARD ME!!

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