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I left Bob’s house hurriedly dazed and confused. I had just given my first handjob and my arousal was so intense that I shot my load without touching my cock. Am I gay? I replayed the evening in my head while driving around not wanting to go home as I knew the phone would be ringing. Leaving Bob’s house without talking to him after I stroked his cock dry probably wasn’t the best play, but I was embarrassed and couldn’t face him. Now after thinking about it, I started getting aroused again. No, this can’t be happening. I like women. But Bob’s cock felt so natural in my hand. I loved feeling its heat and the smooth texture of the shaft contrasted by the subtle contours of his cockhead. Why didn’t I touch the head? It needed attention too. Why is my cock hard? My head is spinning. What am I going to do? How am I going to face Bob?

It’s been an hour since I left and I was tired of driving around so I decide to go home and face the ringing phone. I walked up to my apartment door without noticing Bob sitting outside.

“John”, startling me back to reality.

“We need to talk.”

I was on auto pilot so I opened the door and we went in.

“Look John, our friendship means a lot to me and I don’t want to jeopardize it.”

“We were both drunk so let’s chalk it up as a mistake and leave it at that.”

“It’s something between us and that’s as far as it goes.”

I got relaxed a bit but still stammered.

“Bob, I.. I.. don’t want to lose you as a friend either.”

“I am so confused and I don’t know what to do.”

We made eye contact for a moment both still embarrassed but agreed that we would talk in the morning when we were completely sober.

The phone rang early the next morning, it was Bob.

“Hey John, how you doing?”

I tried to act as if nothing happened between us and made small talk we agreed to get together at his place at noon. That left me three hours, plenty of time to think about what was going to happen. I got in the shower and started thinking about yesterday. I began to get hard thinking about the feel of Bob’s hard cock in my hand. My hand was on automatic, matching the pace of the handjob I gave Bob yesterday it took me a few minutes before I had another intense orgasm. The water felt nice on my naked body. I turned up the hot a bit and sighed. I no longer felt beyoğlu escort confused about the situation. I really liked touching a guy’s cock. Besides, it was my best friends and he wanted me too, so what’s the problem?

I brought some beer with me and handed one to Bob when I walked up. He was under the hood of his wife’s car.

“Thanks” he said, “Time for a break.”

“You look good this morning; do you want to talk about yesterday?”

I told him everything was okay. I told him I liked touching and stroking his cock and if he was cool with it then I was too.

“Great, I’m done working on the car; I need another beer and a shower.”

“Let’s go inside.”

He started peeling off clothes, took a long swig of his beer kicked off his cut-offs and walked naked down the hallway heading for the shower. I sat down on the couch taking a long pull on my beer comfortable with the decision I made this morning.

I was zoned out a little thinking about what was going to happen today when Bob yelled out that he needed another beer and could I bring it to him. I finished my beer, grabbed two more and went to find Bob. Bob had the shower curtain partially open when I walked through the door. I could see his ass.

“Here’s you beer.”

He turned towards me and there it was, his erect cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“Why don’t you join me?”

My cock was already at half mast when I got naked. It was a little awkward at first, but Bob gave me a hug and said thanks for being his friend. Our cocks touched and it felt awesome. Bob got some soap and soaped up his cock and then mine, gently stroking the shaft and head.

I grabbed his cock and stroked him too. I found the head of his cock and used my thumb and index finger to make a circle. With the soap as lube, I moved the circle back and forth over the flare on the head of his cock. He was really sensitive there and after four or five strokes his knees buckled as his cum painted my stomach. After seeing that, I took control of my cock and staring at his chest stroked myself until I came all over his cock and balls. We rinsed off and got out of the shower and dried off. Bob spoke first.

“That was awesome, I’m glad your alright with this because I really enjoyed it.”

I nodded and gave him a wink.

“Anything you want big sarıyer escort boy.”

“You mean that” he said.

I smiled damn, I’m becoming a tease.

We got more beer and sat out on his back porch. He brought up what I said in the bathroom.

“John, I need to tell you that Linda no longer has any interest in sex. After having our third kid, she’s just not into it anymore.”

“I tried forcing the issue but it’s no fun without a willing participant.”

“I asked her to go to counseling with me but she doesn’t want to do that. So I took a chance and confronted you yesterday to see if you wanted to touch my cock.”

“I’m glad you did as I don’t know what I would have done if I misread you.”

“I want you to know that I masturbated thinking of you sucking my cock and I see the way you look at my cock that you’d really enjoy blowing me.”

“What do you think buddy?”

I wasn’t surprised and to be honest I was wondering what his cock in my mouth would feel like. He needed my help, and that’s what buddies are for.

“Bob, I’ll suck your cock on one condition. You can’t tell anybody about this ever, promise.”

“Sure John, I promise. I have more to lose than you.”

“When do you want to do this.”

Bob thought a bit and rubbed his crotch. The bulge in his shorts was more visible.

“What about now.”

“Ok Bob, Let’s go inside.”

We went inside and Bob said he had the perfect spot for me to suck his cock.

“John, I want you to get on your knees right here.”

It was next to the mirrored wall in the dining room. I obeyed and got on my knees. Bob walked up to me and said “undo my shorts.” I unbutton his shorts and lower the zipper. The shorts fell to the floor and since Bob was commando, his semi-erect cock was staring me in the face.

Instinctually, I reached up and lightly grasped his cock giving it light strokes as it grew to its full hardness. This new experience, seeing a hard cock up close and the anticipation of having a cock in my mouth, had my cock hard.

“Kiss it John.”

I did as I was told. Licking my lips, I gave the head of his cock a wet kiss, then another and then opening my mouth a little wider, I used my tongue and lips to kiss and tongue the head. The feel of his cock on my lips and tongue was intoxicating. The warmth and maslak escort softness made it very easy to take the next step and take the head of his cock into my mouth.

“That’s it John, take my cock, ooh, that feels good.”

His cock was the right size for my mouth. It was comfortable moving it in and out, just taking the head past the flare and then back out, tightening my lips around the head. This is wonderful. I’m really getting into it. Bob’s moaning was a steady rhythm now. I was so engrossed in my actions that I was only concentrating on the feeling of Bob’s cock, that I realized that I had my eyes shut. Opening them added to my pleasure. Besides the visual of the close-up of Bob’s cock, out of the corner of my eye, I watched in the mirror as the head of Bob’s cock disappear into my mouth. I was indeed sucking a cock, enjoying it immensely and could see that Bob was in bliss by the expression on his face. I pulled my mouth off his cock and replaced it with my hand stroking it lightly.

“Am I good cocksucker?”

He looked at me stroking his cock and said,

“You’re doing great and you’re a natural. I won’t last much longer if you keep sucking that way.”

With that I replaced my hand with my mouth. What a wonderful feeling having a hard cock in your mouth. I continued to work the head of Bob’s cock a little more aggressively. I picked up the pace and started to take more of his cock into my mouth. There was plenty of saliva and I had half of Bob’s cock in my mouth when I decided to take his entire length. With one push all of his cock disappeared and I held him in that position until I started gagging. Backing off and catching my breath, I worked the pace up to where I was taking his entire length with a quick thrust. Bob was saying yes, yes, yes and then I felt the spasm. The spasm caught me perfectly as his cock was buried in my throat so his first volley went down my throat. The second was in the back of my mouth and the third caught me when his cock was back in my throat. Bob pulled his cock out of my mouth and I sucked on the head. I didn’t mind the taste but I was glad he shot most of his load down my throat. Bob composed himself after taking a couple of deep breaths and said,

“John that was the best blowjob I ever had. Linda never sucked my cock anywhere near that. You’re a great cocksucker.”

I was pleased with my endeavors and was happy that my buddy was happy. I got off my knees, got two more beers, handed him one and asked

“Ok, that was fun. What do you want to do now?”

To be continued…

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From her window she could see her, short shorts, bikini top showing off her tanned skin that glistened in the summer sun. She was a raven haired goddess, so beautiful, so out of reach. Fiona sighed and made herself turn away. She looked to her pale skin, her red hair and scowled.

“I can’t even stand outside and watch her. I would fry.” She snorted and flopped into a chair. “This so sucks! I have watched Lili for a month now and I -still- cannot get the brass to even talk to her! I know she’s a dyke like me, but dammit! She is so… special. What would she want with me?”

Fiona gave up and headed to her car. Maybe a trip to the mall would help. She cast a quick look at her sexy neighbor as she left, feeling so ugly compared to the tall, sensual woman. Fiona was fat… there was no two ways around this. Not chubby… not plump… but F A T. Lili was tall, slender, toned and tanned.

Fiona sighed as she wandered the mall. She ignored the stares, the rude comments. She was used to them by now. She bought a few things she really needed and stopped for lunch at the food court. She got a salad and a bowl of sliced fruit… her usual summer lunch.

She was not fat by choice. Genetics played a large part in it. She hated the jiggling, the rolls of flesh. She cringed as she heard a couple of men making fun of her. She took a deep breath and ignored them, or tried to.

When they started making comments about maybe all she needed was a dick to get her off the feed bag she paled. She hurriedly tossed away her unfinished lunch and made a dash for her car. They followed her until she stopped beside a security guard. Only then did they go back the way they came.

Fiona was in tears as she got in her car. Why? What had she ever done to them? She made her way home, tears still sliding down her face. She didn’t notice Lili watching her as she stumbled into beyoğlu escort her house, sobbing as she slammed and locked the heavy oaken door.

Lili scowled. She knew her pretty neighbor lived alone… and she knew the woman was usually fairly cheerful. She had been meaning to stop and visit, get to know the one neighbor she might actually like. Lili thought Fiona was sexy. All round and cuddly. The very image of the Earth Goddess.

“That does it… something is wrong and I am going to go see if she is alright.” Lili took a quick shower and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts. Barefoot she padded across her lawn to knock on Fiona’s door.

Fiona was trying to calm down when she heard the knock. She froze… what is it were those men?? She tip-toed to the window and looked out. Lili??? HERE? She had a serious case of the deer in the head light look going on as she slowly opened the door.

Lili saw the swollen green eyes and the remnants of fear in the woman’s eyes and spoke softly. “Hey. Are you okay? I saw you crying as you came in. Oh, I’m Lili by the way.”

Fiona gaped, then almost squeaked as she realized she was being rude. “Please… come in. I’m Fiona… and don’t worry about me. I’m fine.” ~Oh god, she’s here, in my house!! Why? Not that I’m complaining… but surely she has better things to do then pay a pity call on me.~

Fiona looked at the nicely furnished home. Everything spoke of hidden sensuality. Soft fabrics, rich colours and gentle lighting. She smiled at the pretty redhead and put her hand on her arm. “Fiona, don’t lie to me. something is wrong. You came running in all pale and shaking… what happened?”

Fiona shivered at Lili’s touch and found herself spilling out the story. “I was so scared, they wanted to… to….” She looked as if she was going to be ill. “I don’t like men as it is, not like that anyway.” She didn’t sarıyer escort realize they had ended up on the sofa, thighs touching. She wanted to lean in and feel Lili’s arms around her so badly.

Lili shook her head. “Pigs, all of them. I’m sorry Fiona, maybe next time I should go with you, protect you.”

“You would… you would want to be seen with… -me-?” Fiona stared at Lili in shock. “But why? I’m ugly, and you’re so beautiful. People would laugh at you for being with a fat slug like me….”

Lili looked Fiona in the eyes, her ice blue ones stern. ” Ugly? Fiona, I think you are beautiful and very sexy. I have been watching you for weeks.” She trailed a slender finger down Fiona’s softly rounded cheek. “I even have dreams about you. Spread out on the bed, red hair loose and flowing, you moaning as we make love.”

Fiona felt the heat building between her legs. Her large nipples were straining against her super support bra and she ached to kiss those soft, ripe lips that were so close. Instead she blushed deeply and looked away in confusion. ~This has to be a dream….~

Lili tilted Fiona’s face up and leaned in, brushing her lips softly over hers, tasting the sweet from the fruit and the salt from the recent tears. Fiona moaned and shivered as Lili pulled her closer. This was what she had day-dreamed about. The feel of sun-warmed arms around her, full lips locked with hers.

Lili normally didn’t rush like this… but she wanted Fiona, wanted to taste her, caress her full form, make her moan with pleasure. She slipped a hand under Fiona’s shirt and undid the clasps of her bra, then tugged the shirt and bra off. She gazed hungrily at the firm, ripe breasts and lowered her head, suckling the taut, rose coloured nipple eagerly.

Fiona arched her back and moaned, tangling her fingers in the blue black tresses that now cascaded over her. Lili maslak escort worshipped Fiona’s large breasts, taking turns licking, sucking and nibbling the rosy nipples in turn.

Fiona pulled back, eyes glowing with passion. “Please, let me taste you….”

Lili smiled and stood, doing a slow strip tease for her new lover. Fiona watched in awe, body aching. When Lili was nude she reclined on the wide sofa, legs parted. Fiona hesitantly undressed before kneeling between Lili’s legs. Lili moaned as she got a full view of the lushness of Fiona’s round body. “Oh Fiona… you are so beautiful….”

Fiona spoke not a word. She stroked Lili’s wetness tenderly, parting the lips like the petals of a dew-kissed flower. She brought her mouth to Lili’s throbbing button and licked it slowly, dizzy as the taste of her exploded on her eager tongue.

Lili writhed and moaned, arching so that her wetness was pressed closer to Fiona’s exploring mouth. Lithely she shifted so that she could reach Fiona. Lili looked at the pouty lips and the juices glistening there and slipped a finger inside, rubbing tenderly, teasingly.

Fiona cried out and began to press two fingers inside Lili, teasing, tormenting as she sucked at her button skillfully. The two women writhed against each other, voices joining as they moaned out their passion.

For what seemed like hours they made love, moving from the sofa to Fiona’s large bed. Darkness had fallen by the time they were cuddled together, breathless and sated.

Lili held Fiona tightly, suddenly protective of this sweet Earth Goddess made flesh and blood. She stroked the flaming hair and whispered. “Shall I stay the night?”

Fiona was nestled like a kitten against Lili. She looked up and smiled happily. “Yes. I would like that Lili.”

Lili kissed her temple, yawning heavily. “Then I will, anytime you want me too.” She was contented… strangely so in fact.

Fiona rested her head on Lili’s breasts, eyes slipping closed. She could not believe that this was real. Sleep took her and this time she didn’t dream, she didn’t have to.

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I was beginning to get worried when he didn’t call me that night. Javon was never like this, he always called, and it had been over 3 hours. I tried calling him back but apparently, the phone was busy because all I kept hearing was the dial tone. Where the hell was he?

Javon and I had been dating for 6 months and things between us were very serious. We had already exchanged the “I love you’s” and we began to talk about settling down with each other. Javon was cute, a very strong and caring man; he was made of pure muscle, and many people mistook him for a pro football player. We were so cute together, I was 15 years younger, but it just worked. His 6’2 stature matched well with my petite 5’5, not to mention I looked like the trophy wife. In my second year of law school, I had big breast, long black hair, thick ass, and shapely legs; I was the type of woman men dreamed of. And not to mention a good black man is hard to find, so when I found Javon I kept him.

It was three days, four packs of cigarettes, and too many tears later when he finally decided to contact me; I was so angry at the time I didn’t even want an excuse, even a good one. But what he told me I didn’t expect.

“Toni, baby, I love you, and I can’t lose you. But I have to be honest with you: I’m married.”

As expected, my heart dropped deep in my chest, and the tears starting flowing immediately. I couldn’t breathe. My whole entire world was flipped in a matter of two seconds. I didn’t want to hear anymore of the story; I was done. I would leave Javon and find someone new and someone who didn’t lie to me.

“Toni, please hear me out. My wife is named Janette and she wants to meet you. We have been looking for someone to add into our family for years now. Toni, you’re the one to be with us, I know it. I can’t have you leave me, but if you do I understand.”

Talk about being heated, I was damn near ready to kill this man for breaking my heart. But for some reason I couldn’t just walk away. For starters, I deeply loved Javon and his semi-apology was sincere, and second I had a strong inclination for women. I had never really been with a woman, not in a loving and trusting atmosphere, anyway, and this seemed like a good opportunity to take advantage of a possible threesome. I would fuck him and her, gain valuable pussy eating skills, and then leave; off to find my real soul mate. It sounded like a plan.

I was sitting in my car on their driveway the very next day, “What the hell have you gotten yourself into Toni? You don’t know this chick, what if she doesn’t like you? Well, Toni, get your shit together and knock that boy down”.

I made sure to wear my best that night a short, tight dress beyoğlu escort and heels. I wanted them both to cum at the very first look of me. I walked in the house and they both just stared. My first goal was accomplished. Javon wanted me and by the looks of it his wife wasn’t trying to glance away either. They invited me in where we all had some form of alcohol; it was going to be a long night. Janette sat on the couch and began drinking a wine cooler, while I sipped on a glass of champagne. Sipped may not be the best word, more like gulped. I was going to get as fucked up as I could as soon as possible. We exchanged small talk and I had to admit I was enjoying myself; it was sort of like spending the night at a friend’s until it was time to go upstairs. Javon was obviously horny because he began to undress me and undress her. Janette and I never even exchanged eye contact it was beginning to get weird. Janette was a very pretty woman, she had a cute face, nice body, and big breasts, and I was instantly attracted to her. I looked at her body up and down and back over at him. My heavy feelings for him hit me as he began to passionately kiss his wife and I couldn’t help but be jealous. I was angry that I wasn’t his wife, angry that I was just some third wheel in a threesome fantasy. I got up and went to get my clothes back on. Of course, Javon stopped me, and kissed me too. It felt good to kiss him but something about kissing him in front of his wife made me nervous. Javon felt my tension and began to rub my back. We headed upstairs.

We got upstairs and the three of us lay on the bed together, looking aimlessly and not knowing where to start. Javon started kissing me again and I felt bad for Janette on the other side of the bed just watching so I started touching her. Her breasts were so soft and I just had to suck on them. I stopped kissing Javon and focused my attention on Janette. For a few moments, it was just me and her touching and exploring each other’s body. Before I knew it, I was experiencing my first real female kiss, and I absolutely loved it. My tongue felt so right in her mouth while my fingers caressed her hard clit. Something about being with them was so right for me, I wasn’t tense, and I was in complete ecstasy.

Our fingers managed to find their way into each other’s wet openings and we were vigorously exploring, grinding, and moaning. Javon came over to me, placed his big, thick, black cock in my mouth, and began to fuck it. We all were in bliss, exchanging smiles and moans with each other. I felt a tongue on my pussy, and I instantly came. Janette was eating my pussy out, swirling around my clit and entering my juicy slit. I couldn’t believe what was happening sarıyer escort to me, I had a man and his wife pleasuring me; pleasure this good has to send me to hell.

Javon’s dick repeatedly entered my mouth where I sucked as much as the long shaft as I could while trying to remain in control of my body. His beautiful wife was in-between my thighs and pleasuring me to new heights. A woman’s tongue felt so foreign on a clit that’s used to the hard and forceful licks a man offers; this was a totally different sensation, softer, gentler, and it made me cum hard in her mouth. Janette enjoyed lapping up all of my pussy juices.

“Javon, she’s so sweet, I just love eating this pussy. You really picked the right girl.” She said, to which he replied, “I’m glad you like her pussy so much baby, I knew you would.” Looking directly at me he told me, “Toni, taste Janette’s pussy, its sweet like yours and if you do it well she’s got a surprise for you.”

I was too excited to eat my first pussy and of all the pussies in the world, I wanted my first one to be Janette’s. I slowly lifted her head from my exhausted and dripping center and brought her lips to mine where I licked all of my sweet nectar off her mouth. And I have to admit I was pretty sweet, but it was her lips that made the taste of my pussy all the better. After sucking all I could off of her lips, she and I switched places. I lowered myself down to her gorgeous shaved pussy, and suddenly tensed up. I had no idea what I was doing. I touched her clit, making her shiver, and began to explore her pussy with my hands; touching, feeling, and trying to make her feel good while I explored. I lowered my mouth and placed my hot tongue on her pulsating clit.

“That’s right baby, put your mouth on my clit. I want you to make me cum!” Janette said before Javon stuck his dick in her mouth.

It felt magical and the sweetness I tasted sent shivers down my spine. I sucked her clit in my mouth and began to go to work. I wasn’t sure what she liked, so I made sure I was gentle in licking her clit and tonguing her hot pussy slit. I must have been doing a good job because no sooner than I was giving her the business did I feel her warm juices squirting out of her. “OOOOOOOhhhhhh shit! Toni fuck my cunt, I want you to fuck my cunt good! Lick up all my squirt! I’m cummmming!” She was a proficient squirter; my face was covered in her juices in a matter of minutes. I swallowed all of her that I could; it turned me on to see her cumming. She moaned loudly and thrashed about. I was actually making her cum really hard.

I looked up at Javon, who just gave me a nod of approval and a smile that showed me he really enjoyed what he was watching. I maslak escort looked back at Janette, she looked so hot with Javon’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and we exchanged smiles and even little giggles. Once Janette was all cummed out, Javon turned his attention back on me. He flipped me on my back and broke into me like an animal. He gave me no chance to get used to his massive cock working its way in my tight slit. I came within seconds; he was pounding me hard and fast. Janette was sucking on my tits and I was fondling hers.

“Oh shit, this pussy is so good Toni. Your about to make daddy cum! When I pull out I want you both to lick all the cum off of it ok.” Javon told us.

Javon pumped in me faster and harder than ever before, it felt like his dick was in my stomach and I came hard on him, feeling my juices run down my legs. This orgasm was so intense I felt the sensations arise in the back of my pelvis and slowly expand to encompass my whole entire pussy. I began shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh my god, Javon, look at Toni shake! You must be giving it to her real good, that’s so fucking hot!” Janette said.

Javon quickly pulled his dick out and me and Janette licked all of his and my cum off it. Our tongues were swirling around each other and in each other’s mouths. We were sharing his dick and we both loved it. After a few readjustments in the bed, we were all laying side by side touching each other’s bodies. The initial effects of our intense orgasms were wearing off and we were all getting very sleepy.

“Javon, you picked a great girl. I’m going to love having her around, that’s if she wants to be around. Toni, Javon and I would love it if you moved in with us and become a part of our family. I know Javon loves you very much, and I’m sorry he lied to you. But if you can forgive him and learn to love me I think that we can have a great life together.” Janette calm fully and elegantly told me.

I didn’t know how to respond. As much as I loved the night that happened, I still wanted Javon to be mine and mine only. I could tell that Janette and I would be both best friends and lovers in no time, but this was a very different dynamic that I ever expected. The silence must have been awkward because Javon spoke up.

“Toni, I’m sorry I lied to you. I never meant to hurt you but I fell in love with you and I can’t live my life without either of my wives. That’s what you are to me Toni; you’re my wife just as Janette is. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, but I do know I want my life to have you in it. My love for you now isn’t any different that it was when you thought I was single. I need you Toni, we need you.”

I agreed to become a part of their life, and it is a decision that I haven’t regretted yet. I am happier than I ever have been, I love both my “wife” and “husband,” and that first night of sex wasn’t even a prequel of all the things we did later.

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This is entirely fictional. It is an adult story about sex, cheating and cuckolding, so if you don’t want or like reading about such stories, then I suggest you close this and move along to something else.

Like all of my stories, it starts a little slowly, setting the mood but, or so people tell me, my stories are well worth the time it takes to read them. To best understand this story you should read chapter 1.

I welcome constructive criticism but will delete those critics who just choose to rant or complain about my writing. If you don’t like what I write, or want to rant…write your own story…

For a change, I’ve written this from the woman’s perspective. I hope I get it right…

David smiled down at me and asked if I wanted a moment or two to compose myself or to clean up. I looked at his muscular, tanned body. His cock was long and very thick and pointed proudly at the ceiling. He might have been the shortest of the three in height, and may have had only the second longest cock of them but he definitely had the edge in thickness, as his cock was the widest of the three with a flared head that was even wider than the shaft. I wanted to feel him inside of me and was ready for him despite having just been totally fucked!

I told him I was ready for him.

He climbed up onto the bed and lowered his lips to my thighs. I felt myself heat up as his lips touched me. I watched as his nose flared and knew he could smell my scent and that of Charles’ cum that was dripping from my sex.

He kissed his way up over my sex to my belly. His breath tickled the tiny hairs there as his lips found my belly button and then began to lick it. He could feel my stomach flutter as he tongued in and around the little bit of flesh.

My hips began to move against his chest as my arousal became more intense. David’s bright blue eyes looked up and seemed to smile at me as he continued to tease my navel. I was amazed at the flexibility of his tongue as he used it on me…I wondered what it would feel like inside me and was somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t at least lapped at me on his way up. Then I noticed that he was moving again.

His lips and tongue found my breasts as his stomach …and something else brushed against my sex. I realized that the head of his cock was touching my crotch! He began to lick, suck and nibble beyoğlu escort around my breasts as he moved his hips around in a tight circle, pushing his cockhead around and around in a most maddening manner. I could feel myself heating up even more, could feel myself wanting him to push himself into me. I had gone from being exhausted from sex to wanting him to fuck me good in only a few short minutes!

He moved up a little further and gave me a long, deep French kiss. He demonstrated the incredible flexibility of his tongue in my mouth. I was sooo disappointed that he hadn’t used it on me!

His hips moved against mine and I felt his hard, thick cock slide its full length along and between my pussy lips. Each time the head hit my clit a tiny explosion occurred in my brain and I gasped into his mouth. I could feel him smile as he kissed me knowing what he was doing to me…

He slid back and forth several times, coating his cock with the combined juices oozing out of my body. At last, he pulled back a little further than previous times and I lifted my hips up knowing what would happen. I felt the head nudge against my entrance and bore down on him as he pushed upwards. The wide head hesitated for a brief moment before gently easing inside of me.

I had never felt anything so thick enter me. It stretched me wider than anything else ever had. We both moaned deeply into each other’s mouths as he slowly pushed into me. About an inch of his shaft followed the head until my body balked at taking something so thick. His attempt to enter me came to an abrupt halt.

He pulled back until only the tip of the head was still inside me and pushed forward gently. This time he managed to move another inch up into my body. Once again he came to a halt as my body resisted his entrance. I was shocked that he could not move further into me as Charles had just made me orgasm three times. I realized just how much wider he must be than Charles!

David pulled back once more and pushed forward a little harder. His cock slid in at least another inch but this time it triggered an orgasm. My loud climax was smothered in his mouth but there was no hiding the effects on my body.

My whole body went rigid when my orgasm hit me. I felt myself close down hard on David’s massively thick cock. He grunted into my mouth but held himself back from cumming. I don’t sarıyer escort know how he did it because I could feel how hard I was squeezing his cock with my pussy. He was pushing hard just to keep himself inside me. I must have cum for over thirty seconds but what was even more amazing was when my orgasm stopped my pussy relaxed and David’s cock suddenly slid in another two inches before my body closed down on him again!

David lifted his mouth from mine and sucked in a great gulp of air. His body was tense as he tried hard not to cum. Sliding up into what to him must have been a very tight cunt, was making it difficult to control himself…especially after just watching Charles and I make out. I realized he must have been on the brink of cumming from the moment he moved onto the bed. I was very impressed with his control as I felt him relax a little.

He looked down into my eyes and began to move slowly inside me, moving out and in gently so as not to cause himself to cum. He moved into me further and further as he stroked carefully in and out. The slow motions were causing me to heat up all over again but I knew that it would also keep me from cumming too quickly.

I could feel his cock widening as it moved closer to the base. God! He was thick enough as it was and it was spreading me even more!

Now I could feel his pubic hair tickling my pussy. He was getting closer to the end…pushing all of himself up into me. I had know idea how long he pumped me but it must have taken at least five minutes to get all of himself into me. Finally, I felt his hips touch mine, tentatively at first, but then more firmly until he came to rest fully against me. He was all the way inside me and I was almost ready to cum again. But I could tell that David was too close to cumming and he just rested himself against me for a minute or so, kissing me softly as he did so.

I moved my hips against him so that my clit rubbed up against his stomach, trying to push myself over the edge but only just keeping me there. I felt rather than heard David’s growl from deep within him and then he began to move again.

He started out with long, slow strokes, his hips bumping firmly into mine at the end of each stroke. We moved together a little faster as the urgency of his needs began to come over him.

Our hips came together with more and more force as he gently maslak escort sped up his strokes. The sound of our flesh coming together became louder and louder. Our breaths, grunts and moans were the only thing that could be heard in the silent room. Three men watched us as we fucked. None of them made a sound.

David lifted my knees and pushed them backwards towards my chest, opening me up even further to his needs. It was a move my body eagerly accepted as he fucked me deeply. I could feel my orgasm begin to build and by the tension I felt in his body I knew his was moving quickly on him as well.

I saw the lines of tension and the sweat building on his face. I knew he was close.

“Tell me when!” He growled. I couldn’t speak so just nodded at him. He pumped hard against me a dozen more times and then it hit me hard! My cunt grabbed onto his cock and squeezed it hard. I didn’t have to tell him…he knew…with a loud groan he slammed against me and emptied himself inside me.

Our groans melded together in mutual harmony as we rumbled through our climaxes. My body jerked each time he came in me. My vagina opened to accept his flood, knowing that it was receiving potentially life-giving fluids. My emotions were completely in turmoil as my body received his offerings. Because he was so thick, I felt each and every shot of cum he fired into me, his cock swelling with each deposit. My stomach fluttered as my vagina drew his gift a little further up inside me. I could feel his semen spreading into my womb. The sensation kept me on edge a lot longer than I would have expected as I continued to cum. But finally the tension left his body and mine and we crashed to the bed.

David rolled away from me pulling his ungodly thick cock from inside me. I groaned out loudly as it left my body. Our combined juices spilled from inside me like champagne uncorked from its bottle. The wet spot on the bed was growing pretty big!! the bad thing was that I knew I would be laying in it for a long while this night!

I felt my sex squeeze down hard, looking to grab unto something that wasn’t there…it felt so empty. I looked down the length of my body and there, starring at me from the bottom of the bed was Mark’s cock. It wasn’t as thick as David’s…none of them were thank god…but oh my it was long!

Mark didn’t ask if I was ready or not. He simply moved onto the bed and started to crawl on top of me. The emptiness was asking to be filled, so without any conscious thought, I opened my legs at his approach waiting for the third and final act of insemination this night…

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Manny invited me to meet him for a drink at the local watering hole. It was a quiet place, none of the noise I had experienced in my one foray into a singles bar. Armed with our drinks we found an empty booth where we ordered some food. My understanding was that we were going to talk about a prospective partnership. Manny, however took up his story where he left off.

The four young people piled out of the Porsche. “Holy shit this throws a wrench in the fucking works” Susan whispered aside to him. “The fucking Walmart express” She sounded totally disgusted. “Fuck”!

“There has to be a good reason why Auntie Jean is here”, He whispered in her ear. “She usually doesn’t just drop in out of the blue”.

Jean was lying on the couch with her head buried under a cushion.

“Mom”! Maria called. There was no response. “Mom”! , Maria removed the cushion covering her mother’s head.

Jean had obviously been crying.

“Mom”! Maria exclaimed. “What’s wrong”?

Jean looked around the room with tear soaked eyes. “Sit down dear, I have to tell all of you something”.

“Mom”? Maria’s voice was shaken.

Jean sat up and Susan and Maria sat on either side of her. Avril excused herself and went to her room. Manny sat on the edge of the coffee table facing the three ladies on the couch.

“Your father has left me”, sobbed Jean.

“What”? Maria was incredulous as Susan shot a questioning glance at Manny.

“He left me to move in with Bonnie his secretary” Jean sobbed.

Maria recoiled; Manny could see the shock on her face. The news that her father had moved in with Bonnie was obviously like a kick in the stomach.

“He says they’ve been lovers for a couple of years, that he can’t stand to be away from her any longer”. Susan reached out for Jean’s shaking hands. “What will we do dear”? Jean asked Maria plaintively.

“Don’t worry Mom, we’ll be fine, honest we will” The pain was very apparent in Maria’s voice. “We’ll manage”, as tears started to stream down her beautiful face.

Manny felt a lump in his throat. His lovely Maria’s world had just been rocked and he didn’t know what to do. He moved from the edge of the coffee table and squatted in front of Jean and Maria. “C’mere”, He reached out and took Maria’s head and Jeans head and pulled them on to his shoulders. “It’s OK to cry”, He whispered as hot tears soaked his shirt.

He looked up and Susan was smiling at him “I Love You” She mouthed. Manny’s knees were getting sore as Maria raised her head and looked at him through tear soaked eyes and sobbed “Your shoulder is wet”.

“It’s Ok” He smiled at her “Goes with the territory”.

“C’mon lets get you two outside into the fresh air”, Susan whispered. She gently took Maria’s hand and pulled her onto her feet.

“Auntie Jean, you OK”? Manny whispered. Jean nodded into his shoulder.

He stroked her hair, “C’mon let’s get you outside”. Manny stood up slowly and pulled Jean with him.

They joined Susan and Maria on the porch, where the three ladies sat on the couch.

“Why don’t I get us some drinks”? Manny turned back into the cottage.

Susan followed him to the doorway. “Listen”, She whispered. “Jean being here really fucks things up” She glanced over to where Maria and Jean were sitting. “Maria and I always use the same room anyway, so that isn’t out of the ordinary. What is though, is any of us shuffling around between rooms”.

“I understand”, Manny whispered. “Finding out that we three are in an incestuous relationship would push her over the edge. Don’t worry, it’s O.K.”

“It might be a good opportunity though for you and Avril to get together” Susan poked him in the ribs.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, She’s Gay. Or did you forget that”? Manny was surprised at what Susan had just said.

“We don’t think She’s as Gay as she thinks she is”, Susan glanced around. “We’ve been noticing the way she watches you. We’re pretty sure she’s Bi. We don’t think Avril knows she’s Bi though”.

“What if you’re wrong”? Manny looked at her earnestly. “I like her a lot; I’m not going to make a move that will drive her away”.

“We know you like her, we’ve been watching you too” Susan smiled. “It’s O.K. you have our blessing. Maria and I decided we want to bring her into the fold”. Susan kissed him on the cheek “Why don’t we just see what happens, O.K.”?

“You said she was just coming out of a relationship. That she didn’t need any involvements or crap”! Manny looked at his sister steadily.

“I know what I said. That was then, this is now”. Susan pushed past him. “Wait here”.

His sister walked through the cottage to the room that she and Maria were sharing. She came back after a few moments, something in her hand.

“Here” She said, “I hope you need these”. Susan handed him a package of condoms. “I picked them up in town from the machine in the ladies bathroom. Cost me a dollar a piece”.

“What the”? Manny looked at the package.

“Listen, Maria and I planned on seducing you. We went on the nişantaşı escort pill a few months ago. Avril didn’t plan on anything. Get the picture”?

Susan went and sat with Maria and Jean. Manny stuffed the package into his pocket and went into the kitchen, butterflies in his stomach.

He poured three large glasses of wine, and he was just pouring himself a beer when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Avril smiling at him.

“Problems”? She asked, looking around.

“Yea, big ones” He whispered.

“Thanks I would love a beer” She nodded towards the bottle in his hand.

“I’m sorry, it was rude not to ask if you wanted one” He apologized. “Leo has left Jean to live with his secretary”.

“Ouch”! Avril whispered. “Poor Jean, poor Maria”

He handed her the beer. “How are they”? She asked.

“In a mess, they’re both crying out on the porch”. Manny nodded towards the door “Will you give me a hand”?

They picked up the glasses and headed towards the door.

Susan was sitting in the middle between Jean and Maria. Susan had an arm around each of them, comforting them. She looked up as Manny and Avril arrived. “Thanks” She smiled as Manny offered the wine.

The three ladies sat silently drinking their wine. The occasional sob escaped Jean, but Maria looked and sounded a bit better. “Listen I’ll leave you lovely ladies here to talk. I’m going to go sit on the dock and enjoy my beer” Manny softly informed them.

“Want some company”? Avril asked.

“Sure why not, that there dock’s big enough for both of us” He was glad of the company.

The two young people walked out to the end of the dock. Manny sat down and removed his shoes, placing them on the dock beside him. “Better” He sighed “Much better”.

“Do you think the dock is dirty”? Avril asked.

“Probably, it lives in the elements, for sure it’s dirty” He looked around him.

“I was going to join you down there, but I don’t want to ruin my dress, I’m going in to change” Avril turned towards the cottage.

“Here”, Manny removed his shirt and placed it next to him. “Sit on this” He smiled up at her.

Avril hesitated then kicking her shoes off sat next to Manny. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that, I could have gotten changed”. She drank some of her beer. “Mm, this is nice” She took a deep breath. “The humidity is pretty bad though; it’s like trying to breath through a warm wet sponge”.

Manny laughed. “It was like this last night too”. As he said that a faint flash in the distant sky signaled an approaching thunderstorm.

“What was that”? Avril looked at him.

“Thunderstorm, It may come this way, maybe not” He took a swig of beer.

“How far away is it”? Avril brushed her hair away from her eyes.

‘She is so beautiful’ Manny mused, fascinated with the way the shadows danced on her face.

“A long way away”, He returned his attention to the distant horizon. “It may not even get here, it could be headed north. It’s a long way off though” He turned to look at her. “Does it bother you”?

Avril said nothing she just gazed out over the lake.

“Look at the Fireflies dancing, aren’t they gorgeous”? She whispered.

“You should have seen them last night, there were millions of them” Manny took another drink. “They dance around your head when you swim”.

“You swim at night”? Avril looked at him.

“Sure, we go skinny dipping” He chuckled.

“Really”? Avril sounded incredulous.

“Sure we do, we were in there last night” Manny omitted what had actually transpired the previous evening.

The sound of footfalls on the dock made them both look up. Susan was striding along the boardwalk towards them. “Hold this” She handed her wine glass to Avril.

“So what’s happening” Manny asked her as she sat down beside Avril.

“Maria’s going to be O.K., already bouncing back” Susan took her glass from Avril. “Aunt Jean’s a fucking mess though” She took a drink of wine. “Fuck it’s hot, was that lightening I saw before”?

“Storm brewing off there” Manny nodded towards the west. “Hope its heading north”

“What’s going to happen”? He asked.

“Well, Maria will be along shortly, she’s talking to her Mum. Trying to make her understand that she’s a good person. Just because Leo has moved on to greener pastures, doesn’t mean she’s on the scrap heap”. She took another sip of wine “What a fucking mess”.

“Aunt Jean is still a beautiful woman”, Manny commented turning to sit cross-legged facing Avril and Susan.

Jean had married Leo a year before Maria was born. At nineteen she was a very young bride, and from the photos that Manny had seen, also a very lovely bride. She now looked like an older version of Maria. Her eyes were coal black and her hair was now salt and pepper. She had lost none of her figure and in fact could likely have given Susan and Maria a run for their money in a swimsuit. In short, she was an extremely classy lady.

“Don’t worry” Manny took a drink of beer. “We’ll work on kağıthane escort her, try to get her to bounce back. Who knows Leo might even have done her a favor”?

“Some fucking favor”! Susan chided.

“What I mean is that there is some guy out there who will treat her right”. Manny explained.

“I sincerely hope so, I can’t believe Leo would shit all over her like that” Susan took another drink of wine. “Maria too, she needs this like a hole in the head, exams are coming up shortly, Holy shit”.

A movement caught every ones attention. Maria was silhouetted against the backdrop of the cottage as she made her way towards the dock. Susan moved to make a gap between herself and Avril.

“Sit here Sweetie”, she patted the dock indicating the spot she’d cleared.

Maria said nothing, she handed Susan her glass of wine. Then she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Manny could see that she was obviously devoid of under things, as the dress slowly slid over her shoulders and floated down to the dock. The other three watched in silent awe as she reached, taking her glass from Susan. Raising it to her lips she drained it then after she handed the glass back to Susan she jumped in the water, soaking the others.

“Shall we”? Manny rose to his feet.

“No, No Manny, don’t ”! Susan’s urgent voice rooted him to the spot. “Let me go in. She, we need to be alone right now”.

Susan stood up and dropped her dress on top of Maria’s. Susan jumped into the water, again Manny and Avril got soaked.

Manny’s sister quickly made it to where Maria was standing, the water just covering her shoulders. “Are You OK sweetie”? Susan’s whisper could be heard plainly on the dock.

Manny realized that Maria had been quite right the previous evening, sound does travel over water.

“C’mere” Susan took Maria into her arms, guiding her cousin’s head onto her shoulder. A loud sob escaped Maria as her frustration suddenly boiled over.

“Poor Mom” She whispered between sobs. “She doesn’t deserve this”

“I know honey”, Susan stroked her cousin’s hair lovingly. “I know”. As she kissed Maria’s moist eyes.

Maria lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on Susan’s lips. Susan could taste the salt tears as she returned the kiss, nibbling affectionately at Maria’s bottom lip.

She could feel Her cousin’s nipples hardening against her own excited nipples as she hugged her, probing Maria’s mouth with her tongue. Their kisses became more passionate as tongues dueling they grew oblivious to all around them.

Manny and Avril sat on the dock bearing silent witness to the scene unfolding in the water. Manny’s imagination and penis were beginning to wake up, the light from the cottage vaguely illuminating the two young women.

“I Love you so much more than you will ever know” Susan whispered as she reached around, lightly caressing the other girl’s back. Her talented fingers danced and glided in an erotic ballet. Familiarity had taught her where Maria’s erogenous zones were located. Gently stroking and caressing until Maria’s body melted into hers. As softly as a summer breeze she moved her hands to her cousin’s chest.

Maria gasped as Susan’s fingers traced circles around her areolas, occasionally pinching a hard nipple eliciting tiny shudders and tremors. The young woman was lost on an ecstatic plain somewhere ten miles above them so talented were Susan’s hands.

A movement beside him caught Manny’s attention. Glancing side ways he saw Avril clenching and releasing her thighs. She was biting her bottom lip as she intently watched the cousins in the water. Manny’s cock jumped in his pants, but with an effort he returned his attention to the water.

Susan ran her fingers over the flat of Maria’s stomach and down to the neatly trimmed pubic hair. Maria groaned as Susan’s fingers wandered ever lower eventually finding her cousin’s labia. With two fingers Susan parted Maria’s pussy lips allowing her middle finger to slide into her lover’s warm vagina.

Maria let out a loud gasp and mini tremors shook her body as Susan slid her finger into the depths of her pussy. Susan began pumping her finger in and out slowly. Gathering momentum, then slowing down. Sending her cousin towards orgasm. Then backing off. Relentlessly sending her ever higher.

“I Love you”, She whispered before suddenly flicking Maria’s clitoris rapidly, pushing her finally over the edge.

“Ooh, Ooh, Aargh ”! Maria suddenly climaxed, almost clawing a hole in Susan’s back with clutching hands. As Maria gasped and groaned searching for breath, Susan whispered “I’m going take you to bed and suck on your pussy ‘til your head caves in”. She kissed Maria tenderly on the neck as the girl shuddered and shook, her body inundated with aftershocks.

Manny’s cock was about to burst out of his pants. ‘Fuck, I gotta go and relieve this before it blows a gasket’

Manny stumbled to his feet just as Avril looked at him through glazed eyes. She was staring at the bulge in front of his osmanbey escort pants.

“I gotta go”, he whispered hoarsely turning to wards the cottage.

“Me too” Avril whispered, She seemed to be having trouble breathing. She was shaking as Manny took her hand pulling her to her feet.

They picked up their bottles and walked silently to the house, Manny’s boner tenting his pants. Avril seemed to be lost in her thoughts as she handed him his shirt. They stood in awkward silence as Manny put his shirt back on and buttoned it up.

“See you tomorrow” Manny smiled, still embarrassed because of his erection. He reached out and took Avril’s bottle from her.

“Good night” Avril leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Manny went into the kitchen and put the empty bottles on the counter. ‘God, She saw my boner’ Manny was wishing the ground could have swallowed him up. He knew he would have difficulty even looking at her in the morning. ‘Imagine getting so obviously horny because of what his sister and cousin may or may not have been doing in the water’. ‘Fuck’ Manny shook his head and went to the bathroom intent on relieving his swollen member.

Lying on his bed in just his jockey shorts, sleep avoided him. He lay awake for a while, all kinds of thoughts and scenarios running through his mind He kept going back to thinking about what his sister had told him. The notion of potentially having three very beautiful women at his disposal seemed very unlikely. This relationship with his sister and cousin seemed very unlikely a couple of days previously, but now it was reality. ‘Shit’ He mumbled to himself as he eventually drifted slowly off to sleep.

The brilliant flash and loud crack shocked Manny into consciousness. “What the fuck”! He sat bolt upright in bed. He was confused for a moment until he realized that the storm had actually come this way. The cottage shook as thunder and lightening danced a violent ballet in the night sky.

Suddenly his door flew open and a shadowy figure leapt towards his bed, landing in a shaking heap next to him.

“Wha…” Manny was suddenly wide-awake.

“I… It’s me, Avril” A shaky voice replied.

Manny sensed from the way her body shook nervously and the sound of her voice that she was very afraid of the storm. She clutched at him nervously, pulling him to her. “Hey, are you O.K”? Manny was obviously concerned.

“Hold me please”? Avril pleaded.

Manny reached his left arm over her as she lifted her head off the pillow allowing him to put his right arm under her neck. He cradled her head as she snuggled into his neck. Stroking her hair he whispered, “Don’t be scared, I won’t let anything harm you”.

She nodded her head silently as the storm crashed and careened in the night.

As he gently stroked her back, he realized she was just wearing an oversized tee shirt. Her firm breast pressed against his chest as she hugged him tighter, moving her right leg over his. He could feel the material of her panty clad crotch clued against his thigh.

‘Holy Fuck’ He groaned to himself as his body started to respond to the beautiful girl lying next to him. ‘Shit, she’s terrified’ He moved so that she would have less chance of feeling his budding erection. “Just moving onto my back a bit more”, He whispered as she raised her head to look at him. ‘Asshole’ He chided himself. ‘She’s obviously scared and you’re getting a boner’.

They lay like this for what seemed like hours as the storm raged outside. A storm also raged within Manny as he struggled to control his penis. By shear willpower he managed to calm it down. This accomplished as he cooed and stroked her hair and back. The storm eventually subsided somewhat and he felt Avril relaxing against him.

“Fell better”? He whispered.

Avril nodded her head against his shoulder.

“Want to go back to your room”? He stroked her cheek.

“Safe here”, Avril whispered as she shook her head. “Can I stay for a while”? She almost pleaded.

“Stay for as long as you want” He chuckled; I’m not going anywhere.

“What happened”? Manny asked her seriously. “Why are you so afraid of the storm”?

There was silence for a few moments, and then she whispered, “When I was a little girl my Grandfather used to take me golfing to his country club”.

“And there was a bad storm, right”? Manny asked.

She nodded her head “Two men, good friends of Grandpa’s were killed”. Avril hesitated for a moment. “As I recall, they were both very nice men. Grandpa was devastated”.

Another thunder flash seared the night making Avril tense up again.

Manny hugged her closer, continuing to stoke her hair. “There was this blinding explosion,” Avril continued. “My ears were whistling afterwards. I remember people running. The tree had split down the center. Grandpa’s friends were underneath”.

“I’m so sorry you saw something like that”, Manny whispered. “It’s O.K. to be afraid; you just don’t want fear to paralyze you though”.

After a few minutes Manny lifted his head and looked at her snuggled tightly against him. “Do you still golf”?

She moved her head to look at him “Yes, yes I do, I’m an addict”.

“Are you good”? Manny smiled at her.

She hesitated for a moment, “Scratch”.

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My hand was heavy on the doorknob as I felt it turn. I felt I had raised the dead as I walked through the fence gate it rattled so, but I wanted this in the worst way and all my anxiety would not make me turn back to my car now.

I felt as if She was watching me, needing to know if I obeyed every direction. I looked around the flower garden, nothing moved.

The door opened and I smelled something unusual, pretty, light and angel-like. The light above the puter was on…I giggled at the tiny kitty holding the edge.

I looked about and found the candle as She had said. It was in plain view but I was so nervous, I could have walked on it and not noticed.

I bent down for on the floor, next to the candle, was a note. “Look in the box on the desk, put it on, then proceed.” I had seen the box but now quickly opened it and placed it upon my neck. The next door was ajar so I opened it expecting it to squeak. Another candle and note, which read “Remove all your outer clothing, hang them on the hanger, then assume nadu position.” I looked around for a hanger and caught site of it. My mind was racing…which was nadu? Had I forgotten already? I took off my blouse, my skirt as I tried to remember the words, hung them carefully as nişantaşı escort I slowly thought it through…. on my knees, thighs spread, slightly back on my heels, back straight, hands on my thighs with palms up, head up …did I remember correctly? I hoped She would forgive me if I messed up.

I waited; it seemed like hours, was it? Or was it only moments?

My eyes drifted closed as my heart raced with anticipation…I heard a noise and opened my eyes like a startled bunny….She was not there.

I quieted myself, She had told me when She had first learned that when She waited for Master in the darkness. So I tried, tried to focus on Her, center and focus myself, thinking about service and obedience.

My face swept off to the right slightly as if drawn by a magnet, the softness, the warmth….my heart stopped as I realized it was Her.

My lily was suddenly wet, my heart raced faster as She whispered.

I felt a rush to my wetness as Her fingers pressed into my swollen lily. My muscles cramped around Her fingers as I gripped at Her, I wanted more. Her fingers in my hair, slowly filtering through, she pulled my head back and kissed me on my lips. She wouldn’t let go as she felt my lips with Her tongue, raped kağıthane escort my lips with Hers, forcing my mouth open and thrusting her tongue into my mouth as Her fingers pushed harder into my lily.

Finally I let go, let go of my fear, let go of myself…..she whispered “that’s it My lilone, give it all.”

She knelt in front of me, looking at my body, smiling. My nipples were hard with desire, I was so wet, I felt …well…like She truly desired me.

She got up and slowly walked away. I knew to stay where I was until She told me to move. I just wanted to run after Her.

“Come lilone” I heard her say. Quickly I followed Her, finding Her in Her chair, Her favorite rocker. “Sit at my feet.”

We talked some, am not sure what we said or if I made sense, my head was spinning so. I was told to lay flat on my tummy head down hands crossed at the small of my back. She blindfolded me, tied my wrists with something and She sat on the floor at my side; stroking my body, touching each of its 2000 parts, making me ache with pleasure. I moaned; fuck me I wanted to beg.

She took off the wrist restraints and told me to sit up, sit on my hands. I followed her voice and sat up hoping She was in front of me. Her osmanbey escort fingers ran through my hair again…pulling me…I resisted a little cause I couldn’t see. Suddenly She pulled me hard and I heard, “let it go lilone.”

I found myself cradled and sucking her breasts, Her hand caressing my face, my chest as she slipped my breasts from my bra, pinching my nipples harder, rolling them in her fingers. My hand involuntarily went for my clit, “NO!” I just rested and sucked at her breasts as best as I could, she showing me how better, in between caressing my face, breasts, tummy and finally between my thighs. Her hands slid like velvet along my inner thighs as I struggled to not cum. She slipped her fingers through my wetness and placed some upon my lips kissing me as She did so.

She finally took off the blindfold, laid back on the floor, Her breasts full, her nipples hard and told me to get the vib under the rocker. I sat back down on the floor and as I did so She pushed me down gently, kissed me from my mouth to my lily, slowly pushing the vib into my wetness…slowly in and out as She began to suck my clit.

“Please” I begged. She knew I needed to cum. “Yes, lilone, as you please.”

I couldn’t stop! It was like pain, then intense pleasure …. She gently caressed me as I arched my back in madness and begged for more.

When I found myself being held, I wanted to cling to Her. She held me and slowly rocked me, back and forth.

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The bookstore was crowded with last minute holiday shoppers. I stood in a long checkout line and finally worked my way up to the front and was able to pay for my items. I was purchasing a few last minute presents, as well as, a book for myself. The checkout girl scanned the bar code on my book, then looked up at me with a knowing smile after noting the title of the thick volume.

“Are they interesting?” She asked as she completed the sale. “I’ve never read erotic stories.”

“Oh yes. You should try reading some good sexy stories sometime; they can be quite stimulating.” I told her with a sly little smile and I noticed she was starting to blush.

As I was about to leave the bookstore, I decided, on the spur of the moment, to get a coffee at the attached coffee shop.

As crowded as the bookstore was, the coffee shop was jammed. It was so crowded that I almost changed my mind; but once the thought of coffee was in my head, I just had to have one. So I suffered through another long wait in line, which I made tolerable by starting to read the first short story in my new book; then after ordering, I had to wait for my latté. I collected my coffee and squeezed through the throng of shoppers to find a table where I could sit and enjoy my coffee and continue to read my book. As I wormed my way through the crowd, turning sideways to squeeze past the shop’s patrons, I felt fingers cop a feel of my left breast as I passed. Surprised and infuriated, I turned to confront the creep but saw only the back of a gray haired man retreating swiftly through the crowd.

When I finally got clear of the cluster of people around the cash register I was disappointed to see that all of the tables and seats were taken. It occurred to me that I should have known, before I ordered my coffee, that this would happen since the shop was so packed with holiday shoppers. I really did not want to leave and go sit in my car to drink my latté; but just as I was resigned to that fate, I saw a table along the wall with an empty seat. A young couple was sitting on the opposite side of the table on the upholstered bench that ran the length of the wall. I do not normally impose myself on strangers but I really did not want go out in the cold and sit in my car, so I made my way over to the table. As I approached I saw that the two young people were obviously very much in love; they could scarcely keep their hands off each other. Their heads were together and they stole kisses from each other completely oblivious of the many coffee shop customers. When I reached the table I even noticed the young man had his hand up the girl’s short skirt and she had her hand resting in his lap. Well, ‘resting’ isn’t precisely accurate; suffice to say they were being very intimate.

“Ah hum … ah, I hope you don’t mind if I sit here. There doesn’t seem to be any other seats available.”

Both the guy and the girl where startled that someone was addressing them; both removed their exploring hands quickly as they turned to regard who it was that was interrupting their romantic interlude. The guy sort of glared at me, but the girl looked more like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, when in fact her hand had been somewhere far more damning … that is, if, like many in our culture, you’re a prude; which I am certainly not.

“Oh … please, go right ahead.” The girl said. Her boyfriend didn’t look at all happy as she extended the offer.

I set my book and small shopping bag and coffee on the table; and I hung my purse over the back of the chair. As I sat down, I took in the two kids I’d just imposed myself upon. I made them both to be early twenties; most likely students at the college in town. They were both good looking young people in a pierced and tattooed kind of way that you see so much of these days, though not to the extremes you sometimes see – neither had purple hair. Both had multiple ear piercings and she had a tiny little bauble in the side of her nose. He had a couple small tattoos on his arms that were visible. I could not see tattoos on the girl, though I would have bet money that if she were stripped naked, you’d find art work on her somewhere.

Aside from their body adornments, they were both quite handsome specimens of youth. The girl even reminded me a bit of my own daughter, who the girl looked very much like; though my daughter was perhaps ten years older than the girl. The girl was petite and had brown hair with bold blond streaks in it; she had a cute little upturned nose and, unlike my daughter, she was blessed with a very ample bosom made obvious by the large amount of cleavage she displayed in her very low cut tight sweater which so many women are wearing now – I confess, I myself wear such blouses too, from time to time, though I don’t have quite cleavage as the girl. The guy had very dark hair, which was disheveled, and a dark complexion; he sported a rather sparse and closely cropped bread, had dark eyes, and fine facial features. I thought he looked really cute. I am sure the girl must have considered nişantaşı escort him gorgeous from the way she looked at him with adoring eyes.

“Thank you so much. I really hate disturbing you like this … I mean, I never do this … you know, barge in like this.” I apologized. “But there was just nowhere else to sit and my feet are killing me.” It was true, my feet were sore. I always wear heels when I go out and the pair I wore that day were not my most comfortable; but they went nicely with my skirt and blouse. I know… most women today are more sensible and wear sneakers everywhere, except weddings – if they’re a bridesmaid, that is. But I like to look and feel feminine so I wear skirts and dresses and high heels – always.

“Hey, that’s OK … no problem, right Paul?” The girl said. Paul just nodded his head, not really paying attention since his eyes were riveted on my book. I had not thought to discretely place it on the table with the front cover facing down, so its title, which was printed in a rather bold font, was easy for anyone nearby to make out.

“So, I take it you’re both students at the college. It looks like you’re heading home for the winter break.” I said, alluding to the two large and overstuffed back packs sitting on the bench seat next to both of them; and, I was hoping to distract Paul away from being dumbfounded by my predilection for a certain genre of literature.

“Oh … ah, well … ah … sort of, but not really … I mean, we don’t’ know where we’re …” The girl stammered, obviously uncomfortable with my seemingly innocent question.

“I’m sorry. Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” I said; a little confused.

“Oh no … it’s not you. We just don’t know where we’re going to go. They shut the dorms down at school for winter break and unless you’re a foreign student, you have to go home … we just don’t have homes to go to.” The girl said.

“Oh? I don’t mean to pry, but why is that?” I asked.

“Well, Paul’s parents both died over a year ago in a car accident.” She started to explain.

“Oh my, I am so sorry, Paul.” I said to Paul, almost instinctively at hearing of such a tragedy. Paul just looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I interrupted.” I said to the girl.

“That’s OK. Paul has been living with his uncle since then but it hasn’t been working out. His uncle hates Paul and they had a huge fight during summer break, just before Paul came back to school – his uncle called him a freak and accused Paul of doing drugs, which neither of us has ever done … well, we did try marijuana once at a party, but that’s it.” The girl explained. Paul was so quiet I was beginning to wonder if he was a deaf mute.

“His uncle said he didn’t want that kind of influence around his own kids; so Paul told his uncle he was never going back there, and he hasn’t. Have you Paul?”

“Uh … yeah, that’s right.” Paul said, sounding somewhat embarrassed, but, finally finding his voice.

“Well, couldn’t he spend the holidays with you and your family? My daughter often brought her boyfriend home from school when she was in college.” I said, being a bit presumptuous that it would be alright with her family.

“Ah … that’s a problem, too. I’m not going to my home either.” She responded. “My parents are getting a divorce. It’s been dragging on forever, and every time I stay with either one of them, all they do is try to convince me what scum the other one is. So, I had it out with my mom last time I was home and told her I was sick of it – sick of both of them trying to make the other one out to be Attila the Hun.”

“Oh my.” I said softly.

“And my mom has got this boyfriend who’s moved in with her and I really don’t like him … he gives me the creeps. He’s always starring at me; you know … my boobs, when mom’s not looking. And touching me – not my boobs or anything, but putting his arm around me and stuff, and telling me “what a looker’ I am. I just hate him.” She was clearly agitated as she told her story, and I was feeling for her, having been through my own, not so pleasant divorce, years ago.

“Oh, and they’re always … uh … I mean they, uh … well, they’re always having sex; constantly! Last time I was home I was walking down the hall to my bedroom and they hadn’t even closed their bedroom door and I saw him on top of my mom, just … doing it to her and she was moaning and squealing. Ugh … it was horrible. She’s too old for that kind of stuff.” The expression on the girl’s face confirmed that she truly thought her mother’s behavior deplorable, but I couldn’t let her indictment of people my age having sex, pass without comment.

“Careful dear, I suspect I am probably at least as old as your mother, and probably a few years older, and I can tell you that I am most certainly not too old to enjoy a good romp in the hay. It just so happens that I’m presently unattached … I guess that partially explains my choice in reading material, though I’ve always enjoyed reading sexy stories.” I said. She looked at my book for the kağıthane escort first time and turned sort of red.

“Oh my.” Was all she said after the book title registered with her.

“So you’re not going home, then?” I said, attempting once more to divert attention from my reading material.

“No. I walked out on my mom last time I was there and told her I was never going back. My dad sends me a monthly allowance. I guess he has to … you know, with the divorce stuff, so I don’t need to put up with her and her creepy boyfriend.”

“Why don’t you go and stay with your dad, then?” I asked the obvious next question.

“Well, for one thing, he just moved to Japan for his job or something. But even if he hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t stay with him, either, ’cause of all the nasty things he says about mom every time I see him. I’m really mad at both of them, but they are my parents, and deep down, I still love them both; I just can’t stand to be around either one of them. Maybe someday it’ll be different.”

“I’m sure it will, dear. So, where are you two going for the winter break?” I asked.

“We’re going to go camping … out at the State Park … at the beach.” Paul chimed in.

“Yeah, but we don’t have a tent or any camping stuff.” The girl added. “Paul and his sister get a small allowance, too, from his parent’s estate – there’s like almost a million dollars, but it’s in trust until they turn thirty, which I think is a dirty trick for parents to play on their kids, but that’s what their wills said. So, neither of us have enough money to buy that kind of stuff, you know, for camping.” The girl added.

“Yeah but we both brought a couple blankets from the dorms; and I can make a lean-to. I remember how from when I was in Boy Scouts. And we can cook over a camp fire. It’ll be sort of fun.” Paul rationalized for the two of them.

Until it rains or freezes, or both, I thought.

In fact, the forecast called for rain that night and falling temperatures with frost likely for the next few nights. The guy on the weather channel that morning said we had a ninety percent chance of heavy rain over the next twenty-four hours with two to four inches of cold rain likely.

“Ah, listen, you guys. I know we have very mild winters down here on the Gulf, but you can’t camp without the proper equipment. It’s going to pour rain tonight and then turn very cold over the next several days. A lean-to made from a blanket will not keep you dry. You will both, very likely, end up in the hospital from hypothermia, or at the very least, with pneumonia. You can’t do that.” I said sternly.

“But we don’t have any choice. Neither of us is going home and we don’t have anywhere else to go. We tried spending the night at the bus terminal last night and got thrown out at three o’clock in the morning and had to sit in an all night diner ordering coffee every so often to keep from getting tossed out o’ there, too. So, it’s camping … or … I don’t know.” Paul argued.

A thought came to me and I put it to them without asking, I just told them in no uncertain terms.

“OK, OK. But you are not going to camp at the State Park.” They both started to object. “Hold on, hear me out. You’re coming to my house and I will NOT take ‘no’ for an answer. I live alone. I have a four bedroom house with a guest room. There’s plenty of room and I have no plans for the holidays. I too am divorced – so I know what you’re going through sweetie – and my daughter is living in Australia with her husband. So I am all by myself and would actually welcome the company. So that’s it – no arguments.”

“Oh no, thank you but we couldn’t …” The girl started to say, and Paul added, “We’ll be OK camping. I’ve been camping a lot and I …”

“Hold it, right there. Let me tell you something; I know Martha – she’s a very good friend of mine – and she happens to be one of the park rangers at the State Park. She’s told me stories of finding and chucking out derelicts at the park, so I know exactly what she’s going to do when she rides past your camp site in her little park ranger go-cart doing her rounds. When she sees you two huddling drenched and shivering under a sopping wet blanket, she’s going to call the authorities and you two will be hauled off to a shelter. Now, we don’t have co-ed shelters in this town, so you two will be separated and taken who knows where, but it certainly will not be together. Now, tell me, is this how you really want to spend the holidays?”

“Well …”

“I know I’m lecturing and probably sounding just like a typical parent. I know we parents are unreasonable, unthinking, doddering idiots – because that’s what my own daughter has told me a time or two over the years. But you have to understand, they make us swear an oath to uphold the parent’s code of behavior before they let us take our babies home from the hospital – that’s why we act this way.” I said. They both laughed, easing the tension.

“So that’s why I am not letting go out and freeze your butts at the campground. How were osmanbey escort you going to get to the State Park? Have you got a car?”

“We’re going to hitch hike.” Paul blurted out.

“That’s it! Get your things and come with me. Right now!” I ordered.

I forgot about my coffee, picked up my book, shopping bag, and purse, and glared at them … in a nice sort of way. “Come on … let’s go.”

They reluctantly stood and both picked up their backpacks. I stepped aside so they could go ahead of me. I didn’t trust them behind me, fearing they’d turn and flee at the first opportunity. We went outside and I pointed in the direction of my car and made sure I kept them where I could see them.

“You know, I like you guys. You remind me so much of when I was your age and in school. Oh there I go again … sounding like a parent. Sorry.” I said as we walked to my car.

“No, no … it’s not that … we just don’t want to be any trouble for anyone.” The girl said.

“Not only is not any trouble, I haven’t celebrated or even decorated my house for the holidays for the last couple years. With my daughter gone and me living alone, it just doesn’t seem worth the effort any more. Last year on Christmas Eve, I opened a bottle of wine – I actually went through two bottles – and I sat around feeling sorry for myself until I fell asleep on the sofa. So, if you two don’t mind, let’s all pretend you’re home for the holidays. We’ll all go out and pick out a tree later, take it home and decorate it, and make cookies – you do like cookies, don’t you?”

They both said yes.

“We’ll all pretend we’re a happy little family enjoying the holidays together, OK? Or … I’ll drop you at the homeless shelters so you don’t have to go through the soaked and freezing bit, and you can each enjoy the holidays in your own separate shelter with drunks, drugies and derelicts until it’s time to go back to school. Your choice.” I offered.

“Let’s go home and make cookies.” The girl said as we reached my car.

“And I really like decorating trees.” Paul added.

“Great.” I said, pressing the button on my key fob to open the trunk. “Oh, and one more thing; I want you to know that it’s perfectly OK with me if you two want to spend as much time as you like screwing each other’s brains out, too.”

They both stopped dead in their tracks, both their jaws fell open, and they stared at me in astonishment like I’d just said something utterly horrible. I laughed – a lot.

“Listen, I’m sorry I seem to have shocked you both, so. I told you earlier; you remind me so much of when I was your age in college and had a boyfriend. Hell, that’s all we ever wanted to do any time we managed to be alone together for more than five minutes. And it’s OK, in fact, I think it’s healthy – sex sure as hell beats drugs and invading foreign countries. My only regret right now is that I don’t currently have a man in my life ’cause I sure as hell would like to get laid, too – it’s been entirely too long. So come on, let’s get in the car and go home.”

They both silently climbed into my car, not quite sure how to respond to my audacity.

“By the way, I’m Alice. I know your name is Paul, but sweetie, I don’t think I got yours.” I said as I started the engine.

“Laura.”

“Pleased to meet you, Laura.” I said.

I drove them home with me. We got the tree that evening and put it up and decorated it after dinner. I put some of my other holiday decorations around the house to make it look more festive in keeping with the season. When we were finished decorating, we sat in the family room and admired our work. We all agreed the tree was beautiful.

“Would anyone care for a glass of wine? I’m going to have one.” I said.

“Oh yes, that sounds nice.” Laura said. Paul hesitated.

“I have beer, too.” I said, and Paul’s face lit up. “Thought so.”

I brought the drinks out and served them. “Remember Paul, you’re home, so help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge; don’t wait to be asked, OK?” He nodded OK.

“Now, tomorrow we go shopping for presents. We’ll head to the Mall after lunch. We’ve still got a few shopping days left, even though it will be a zoo out there. In the mean time, I need you both to discretely give me some hints as to what presents you think the other one would like. OK?”

“Oh no, you don’t have to …” Laura began to protest.

“I insist. You’ve both given me a wonderful present; just being here and keeping me from being depressed. So, I really do insist; I’ll hear no more arguments … please let me do this, OK?” And they agreed.

We sat and talked and got to know one another better during the rest of the evening. Around midnight I yawned and announced it was past my bedtime and I bid them goodnight.

“You can sleep-in tomorrow, but remember we go shopping right after lunch.” I said, and went to bed.

I like to read before going to sleep and I had my new book of short stories, so I continued reading the story I’d started in the coffee shop. It got very sexy very quickly and I found myself lying in bed with my hand between my legs as I read – I really hadn’t been with a man for many many months, just as I’d told the kids, and I was getting rather randy as I read on through the story.

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Author’s note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages.

*****

For Jack, moving back to his hometown was risky, but something he really wanted to make work. He’d spent years building up his way as an influencer across social media and he always had a distinct charm and a decent following. A lot of the influencer business is centered around LA, where you can connect with agents and sponsors, film sunny videos, and have a place to spend the ridiculous salaries young adults like Jack pull in. But as much as he tried, he never felt at home in LA… he really just wanted somewhere he could have a large home, have family around, find a normal girlfriend, and be away from all the drinking and the partying. Hence his move back home, where he got a house, dog and girlfriend, and tried to keep up his career.

His popularity has been hurting some though, and so at his agent’s urging he is back in LA for a week to try and collab with some Youtubers, film some fresh videos, and have an excuse to take some shirtless beach photos. Jack prides himself on his prudeness, and likes to think he has a following for her personality and wit, but he can’t deny every shirtless photo he posts gets way more likes than anything else, and his agent won’t let him forget it.

He had just landed that evening, grabbed his favorite meal at Chipotle, and checked into his Airbnb. It was a gorgeous one bedroom in Santa Monica, and they left a welcome basket on the table including a bottle of wine.

Jack was raised properly and taught to never break the law, so he had never even had a sip of wine until he recently turned 21. He thought back on his 21st birthday, celebrated with his family of course, and the amazing BBQ and delicious cake thy got him. At the end of the evening, his mom poured her usual glass of red wine, and poured a little half-glass for Jack too. Although he thought it tasted horrible and bitter, he felt so much like an adult drinking it with his parents.

Feeling lonely in the large apartment, and missing his family, he decides he’ll have an evening glass of wine like his mom always does. He finds a wine bottle opener and fumbles with the bottle in the kitchen. Some of the cork falls into the bottle when he opens it, which he’s not sure if that’s normal or not, but he pours a glass.

His phone vibrates over on the couch and he heads over and sits down.

“How’s LA? <3" his girlfriend has texted him. “It’s okay, same as always. Miss u,” he sends back. “Be good, that’s a crazy city.” “haha I always am babe. I left here for a reason. I’m just staying in tonight.” He wasn’t really paying attention and had finished the wine while he was texting. This one went down smoother. Are there different kinds of wine? He wonders. He doesn’t realize that he’s a bit buzzed and figures another glass is fine. He spends the next hour like he spends most of his downtime… on social media. He responds to a couple of Instagram comments and posts a story of his Airbnb to let everyone know he arrived safely in LA. He’s been doing this for so many years now that it feels so normal to him to report all his whereabouts to his followers. Very little of his life is private. He does make sure the wine isn’t visible in the video though. His agent has been over this a million times with him: his entire brand niche is about him being innocent. No swearing, no alcohol or partying, and be smart about sexy photos. Being shirtless on the beach is totally fine, because even Christian guys take their shirts off on a hot day at the ocean! But anything with underwear needs to be carefully run by his agent for approval, and it’s usually just the waistband showing. Even then, his followers always latch on to the pictures right away topkapı escort and he gets shared around all sorts of “sexy guys” Tumblrs and Instas.

A few minutes later he checks back in on his story. It’s doing okay, but he still doesn’t get the viewer count he used to. He’s been steadily losing followers since moving out of LA, probably because he just has less things happening in his life to post about.

The second glass of wine is really hitting him. Which makes sense since he’s light and has no tolerance. He’s nostalgically thinking about the burst in views and attention he’s gotten from his underwear pictures, and is feeling desperate for surge of attention tonight. Stardom has really gotten to him, and he’s craving the ton of followers he used to get with every post.

“Fuck it,” he says out loud. He only ever curses in private, so this gives him a bit of a rush in addition to the wine swirling around inside him. He stands up, pulls off his jeans and shirt, and heads into the bedroom where there is a full-length mirror. He’s taken so many selfies for the internet that he has his system down, and quickly identifies the right level of lighting, and how to angle his body.

Looking himself over, he’s feeling pretty good. He’s been gyming pretty regularly, and it shows in his abs and biceps. He desperately wishes he had any amount of chest hair, but his body hair is relegated to his armpits, some on his legs, and his pubes, none of which he has ever had to shave or trim.

Right as he’s about to take the photo he realizes he’s wearing plain black briefs, and he can do better. He ruffles through his bag and pulls out the one of the few decent pairs of underwear he has with him, and quickly changes. At this point he’s starting to get hard, and he has to shuffle around the bulge in the tight underwear so its not noticable.

He takes a quick Snap of himself in the mirror and publishes it. Usually every social media post takes a bunch of tries to get perfect, but he’s feeling impulsive and doesn’t give this one a second thought.

He hops onto the bed, wearing just his underwear, eyes glued to his phone. Each view he gets on his Snapchat story gets him excited. Hopefully people forward it around and earn him some more followers.

He’s surprised to catch himself absentmindedly stroking his cock through the tight briefs. He’s never had sex (waiting for marriage of course), but he also tries really hard to stay true to God and not masturbate. It makes him perpetually horny though. He’s constantly thinking about sex, imagining everyone naked, and getting hard out in public. Now that he’s drunk, laying in bed, and in his underwear, there isn’t much hope of resisting. It’s been about three months since he last failed at his abstinence, and already from the mindless stroking a pool of precum is forming.

Before he can stop himself, he flips over to his phone’s web browser and types “porn” into Google. He’s now past the point of no return, his underwear is off and he’s rigorously stroking his 5 inch cock (which is just oozing precum), while he watches a vanilla porn video of a hunky guy fucking this woman in a bed.

Another reason jacking off makes him feel so shameful is, he always finds himself focusing on the man in the videos. This guy has a huge cock that looks super hot and Jack wants to see it better, so he fast-forwards the video to where the woman is blowing him at the end. The man cums all over her face, and Jack is getting close, imagining his own, cute face getting covered with the man’s cum. He sticks out his tongue, fantasising about it, as his breathing gets faster and he instinctively pumps his hips up and down.

But right before he climaxes for the first time in three months, he’s interrupted by a Facetime call. This snaps him out of his lustful trance and he instantly feels dirty and gross for the gay thoughts he was having. He sits up, tries to compose himself, and fatih escort answers on the last ring.

“Hey bro you’re in LA again! Me and the crew are going out tonight want to come?”

Jack recognizes Bryan, but he barely knows him. Bryan is one of the many wannabe Youtube stars, who lives in LA desperate to meet other famous influencers to latch on to. Jack met him at an influencer networking event and liked him at first, but eventually the constant messages to hang out and “maybe collab” made him realize he was just trying to use him.

“Uh hey man, you know going out isn’t really my thing.”

Even as Jack says it though, he’s thinking that if he stays home there is no way he won’t go back to jacking off thinking of men cumming on his face. Maybe it would be good to go out until late, come home and just pass out, and wake up more in-control tomorrow.

“Bro you could never come out before because you refused to get a fake like everyone else in LA, but you’re 21 now! You have no excuse.”

The impulsiveness of the alcohol contributes to it too, and Jack gives in. Bryan is so completely stoked and texts over the address they’re pregaming at. Jack rushes around the Airbnb, pulling back on his precum-soaked briefs, throwing on some wrinkled dress clothes from his bag, and calls an Uber.

—

The next morning, Jack wakes up around noon. He lays in bed for a minute with his eyes closed, because the sunlight coming in hurts his head, and tries to remember what happened the night before.

His phone is vibrating over and over, so he finally gives in, opens his eyes, sits up, and fumbles around for it. He has tens of missed calls, hundreds of texts from his agent, and thousands of Instagram, Youtube, and Snapchat notifications. He opens up his texts first.

“WHAT THE FUCK JACK” his agent had texted him at 6am. Followed by, “you need to delete your story asap,” then, a bunch of messages and a couple hours later, “We’re through. You just exploded everything we worked on. You think you can get a network deal still after that?”

Now Jack is panicking. His agent has been upset before. Is this just about the underwear selfie? Because that seemed pretty harmless. But the next thread is his girlfriend.

“We’re over i can’t believe you did this.”

Shit! What? He opens up his Snapchat.

As he clicks through his story, he gets a play-by-play of his night, and memories start to come back to him. He went to the pregame and was convinced to take shots, and then they Ubered to some club where they got in right away. There are selfie videos of Jack on the dance floor, singing loud, looking drunk, and making a fool of himself. Then more shots at the bar…

Then it abruptly cuts to the Airbnb he’s staying in. Jack is panning the camera around to show off the gorgeous living room and the view at night. And in the last second of the story he turns the camera towards a man. Did he invite people back last night?

The guy is hot, maybe mid-30s, who is tall, buff, and looks kind of similar to the man from the porn the evening before. Uh oh… Jack vaguely remembers seeing this guy at one of the bars and approaching him. The guy called him a “pretty boy” (he had liked that) and asked if he was gay, and Jack thinks he mentioned something about not being sure, but it’s all kind of blurry.

The next snap is from the guy’s perspective, filming Jack. Jack is standing in the middle of the living room with a big, goofy drunk smile, his eyes glazed and his hair messy. “Go on with it!” commands the man, and Jack starts to do a slow, pathetic strip tease. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing his smooth chest, and then pulls down his jeans and kicks them off. His bulge is visibly pulsing in his underwear.

In the next snap he’s on his knees with his arms behind his head, still in his unbuttoned shirt and underwear, and the man’s cock enters the frame. Watching it now, Jack gets some memories eyüp escort back of being totally in awe of it – he had never seen another cock in-person, and this guy was massive and rock-hard. And in the video Jack visibly loves in. He eyes the approaching cock and instinctively opens his mouth like he’s seen the women do in videos.

“Nice, boy,” the man says, and in the last second of the snap he pushes his cock into Jack’s mouth.

That’s the end of the Snap story, and the rest of the night is a blur, but when Jack looks down at his body he’s shocked to see dried cum all over his chest (his own?) and on his face and in his hair. And despite the feeling of sinking dread in his stomach, he’s rock-hard in his Diesel underwear.

Still in bed, Jack spends the next few hours attempting to do damage control. He deletes the story, but it was too late – already when he Googled his name the first thing that came up were screenshots of him, on his knees in his underwear, mouth open wide ready to receive a cock. He tries to call his girlfriend but she refused to answer, and his mom keeps it short (“I think you should just stay in LA,” and then she hung up). His agent tells him, “There are no ‘options’ to talk about. You’re no longer my client. Good luck to you.” And his social media is out of control. Many of his fans unfollowed him, and the ones who remained are just the creepy old men who have always been lurking. Judging from the comments, they loved the new direction he had taken.

It’s been hours and he needs a break. He still has dried cum and sweat all over his body, so he strips off the underwear and climbs into the shower. He stands under the hot water for a long time trying to think, and his mind starts to wander from the consequences, to the events themselves the night before. Most of the night is a blur, but he thinks about the guy’s commanding voice from the videos, and his massive cock going towards his throat. He’s hard again, and starts stroking his soaped-up cock. As fucked up as things are, it still turns him on to know he serviced someone well last night.

After finishing and drying off he walks naked out into his living room for the first time that day, and is shocked to find he is not alone in the Airbnb. The man from the club is lounging on the couch in his underwear (looking amazing), watching the TV on silent with captions, and eating Jack’s leftovers.

“Hey boy! You’re finally awake! Get your naked ass over here,” and he pats the couch next to him.

Jack just mindlessly obeys, nervously getting on the couch under the guy’s arm.

“What’s your name? I barely remember last night,” Jack says. He is immediately slapped across the face.

“You are to always call me Sir, do you understand boy?”

“Y-yes sir,” Jack nervously corrects himself.

“Now tell me about yourself. Do you go to college around here?”

Jack spills everything. As he’s filling him in on his backstory, the man searches his name on his phone and sees all the gossip articles published about him. He has a huge grin on his face, which unnerves Jack.

“Ha boy, you have really done yourself in, huh?”

“But why did you have to record me, sir?”

The man erupts in laughter.

“Your horny, drunk ass approached me at a straight bar and started hitting on me. Then after you invited me back here it was your idea to hand me your phone to record us. I didn’t realize you were some minor celebrity – I just assumed you were some slutty twink who had a following on Snapchat and did this all the time.”

Jack sits there processing. This is really all his fault. The man continues, patting Jack on his bare shoulder.

“I think you wanted all of this to happen – it just took some liquor to bring it out.”

Jack thinks he’s right…

“I just don’t know what to do now, sir. I have a mortgage and a ton of credit card debt. Without Youtube ad money and the network gig I was trying to get I can’t pay off any of that.”

“I think I’m well-off enough to take care of that, but it won’t come cheap. You’d need to be really desperate and down to whore yourself out a lot more.”

“Anything,” Jack answers.

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This is a continuation of the well-received story “Hilton Head Golf Partner”. You may want to read that first before embarking on this sequel. Enjoy!

Of course, I accepted her invitation. You know I would.

*

I was at Kathy’s house at noon. It was an easy choice, really. Sex with a red-hot MILF or golf? Even though golf has more than a dozen more holes in which to put your balls, it’s quality, not quantity, baby!

I followed directions and walked tentatively around the side of the house, more like a mansion, actually. I was a bit leery about leaving my rental car parked in the driveway, in plain sight, but it’s not like this was a main thoroughfare in this secluded community. Besides, little did I know that Kathy had already arranged for an alternate mode of transportation for the long drive back to Atlanta later in the day to catch my flight back to the Northeast.

Motive and opportunity, like in crime, are great reasons to partake in illicit sexual activities with a married woman on her own property. A horny cougar had tendered me an intriguing invitation, and I couldn’t resist the lure of another present.

I was not to be disappointed.

I turned the corner of the house and saw a huge pool, slightly concealed behind a large white picket fence that served to shield the pool from view. Not that it seemed to matter, at first blush, the nearest neighbor’s house was not in sight through the dense pine and oak trees. But then I turned and saw the fairway of the golf course that we had played yesterday. I recognized it as the eighth hole, and the understood the reason for the fence, lest golfers would have the same birds-eye view of what I next saw in the pool as I peered through the entrance gate of the fence.

Kathy was lying on her back in the pool on an oversized inflatable mattress, one of those floating pool loungers. She was wearing a bright kelly green bikini, that displayed her spectacular body, the one that I had enjoyed and pleasured so completely only twelve or so hours ago. My eyes scanned her tanned, tight body as I reached to open the gate, but I hesitated for just a moment when I saw her fingers rise up to her big, mature yet firm breasts, and she peeled the material back from her left tit and began to pinch and squeeze her taut, pink nipple, beginning to writhe slowly on the float, causing small waves to ripple within the confines of the pool.

As if I wasn’t aroused enough already, my cock immediately rose in appreciative salute to the incredibly erotic sight in front of me, knowing that I had about two hours to ravage this stunning forty-something married woman I hadn’t even known twenty-four hours ago, but with whom I had already shared an evening of exotic intimacy.

I walked through the gate, and she didn’t appear the least bit startled or even jump up or stop her current activity of diddling her tit. In fact, she brought her other hand to the bikini top and lowered it to her tummy, exposing her other breast, the milky white globes in direct contrast to her otherwise sun-kissed, bronzed frame.

She smiled, pleased at my arrival, obviously, as if the erect nipples that she was manipulating wasn’t enough of a hint.

“Hi,” Kathy said simply, in that impossibly sexy low-country drawl, giving me the once-over behind a pair of designer sunglasses, licking her pink lips seductively, letting her gaze linger at the twitching bulge in my Bermuda shorts.

“Hi,” I replied. “Um, I didn’t pack a bathing suit,” I said, stating the obvious, since the original intent of my quick sojourn to the Island was just to get in a few days of golf. Boy, was I glad fate had intervened and plans had changed.

She lowered the frames of her shades to the bridge of her turned-up freckled nose to reveal those amazing lemon-lime pupils. “Yew won’t need any.” Her eyes blazed into my crotch. “Take your clothes off, John. Ah need to see that big cock ah’ve been daydreamin’ about all morning.”

Faster than you could say ‘adultery’, I stripped out of my clothes and stood at the foot of the pool in all my glory. Kathy’s fingers topkapı escort began working her nipples more urgently, the nips were now puffy and swollen with need, her stomach began to gently but discernibly heave, she was literally panting softly now.

I dove into the cool, refreshing water and came up next to the floating mattress, and we kissed…deeply…softly at first, but quickly with escalating and increasing hunger, already like familiar lovers, and my hands found hers and we jointly massaged her responsive breasts until my head lowered to suck on her large buoys, one by one, pressing her impressive mounds together with my palms roughly as my tongue lapped at her nipples, evoking groans and muffled squeals from Kathy’s open mouth, suspended in a tight ‘O’ shape.

As she gyrated in glee on the inflatable raft, my head descended down her flat tummy, and I saw her hand reach down and untie the small string on her hip that held the tiny triangular piece of fabric that barely covered her pussy, and she pulled it to the side, lifted her ass off the raft, eased the bikini bottom off of her frame, and tossed it into the pool. I saw the moisture emanating from the small, neatly trimmed tuft of light blonde pubic hair just above her slit, glimmering in the noon-day sunshine, and my new mature, sexy lover issued the order that went without saying, yet rang oh, so sweetly in my ears.

“Eat me.”

My fingers spread Kathy’s pink, puffy, glistening cunt lips wide, exposing her glorious, dripping slit and hard clit. I captured her clit between my lips, sucking lightly, as I teased the opening of her cunt. She moaned, pushing her hips up towards my face and I obliged, sliding 2 fingers deep into her as I sucked harder on her little clit. I started to press my digits against her upper vaginal walls to search for her spongy g-spot, which I found very easily as I nibbled and licked her clit. Kathy had her legs spread open as wide as possible and was moaning my name as I furiously ate her pussy, while I let my one hand wander beneath the water and began to stroke my engorged cock underwater.

I raised my head above Kathy’s spread legs and admired the scene while my submerged fist masturbated my dick. It was the first time I’d seen her pussy this close in the bright sunlight and so I spent a moment just looking at her, as she looked back up at me with pleading eyes, wanting so badly to be licked.

Her silky golden pubes were wet and shining, and her pink pussy lips were so inviting. I spread her lips open with 2 fingers and saw her hard red clit and her dark pink inner lips. Her cunt was shining with her wetness and I needed to taste it again, so fresh, so clean, so dripping.

I slowly stuck my tongue out and licked her, from the very bottom of her cunt to the top of her slit, savoring every drop of her juices. Mmm, she was just as sweet as she was last night, maybe the most delicious pussy I’d yet enjoyed. My tongue spread her inner lips and teased around her hole, then slid up once more to circle her clit with my lips, sucking on it, pressing down on the nub with my tongue. As soon as I made direct tongue contact with her clit, Kathy moaned, put her palm over her mouth, and started mumbling in muffled, obscene exhortations, which sounded especially naughty coming from this otherwise innocent-looking-in-a-preppy-athletic-way, trophy wife. I couldn’t understand her, but her hands pressing my head into her cunt here a pretty clear signal. She was loving it and I was loving my second time licking her wonderful pussy.

Her wondrous aroma filled my nose as I sucked on her clit. Encouraged by her moans, I decided to use some more fingers in her, too. I let one finger tease around the entrance to her cunt and heard her sharp intake of breath. I pressed my middle finger inside her and felt the hot, moist walls of her pussy surround my finger. It felt amazing. I next twisted my ring finger around, making circles and exploring all of her while my mouth worked on her clit. I flicked my tongue over the head of her clit, then circled it with my tongue, then sucked it, fatih escort nibbling gently with my lips, as my finger worked in and out of her. She was dripping wet, but still so tight. I decided to try my pinky inside of her, and when I pushed it upward……Eureka..the promised land..the elusive g-spot!

I worked my four fingers up into her hot cunt, all the while sucking and teasing her clit. I twisted my fingers around in leisurely circles inside her, saving two for that special spot. I felt it — the small, spongy patch, a little rougher than the rest of her, and I rubbed my fingers together and lightly pinched the fleshy nub of her g-spot. I wanted to make this sex-starved lonely woman come harder than she’d ever had before.

I continue to stroke the two fingers against her elusive spot, pressing a bit harder than before as I finger-fucked her with the other two fingers that were buried within, and exploring the nether regions, of her sopping cunt.

Kathy wailed as she flopped on the floating mattress, a massive orgasm capturing and enveloping her entire body, quickly becoming accustomed to pleasure after having been denied sexual release for so long until last night. “OHhhhh please don’t stop, John!! OHhhhh FUCK!!” Kathy pushed her hips up off the raft and ground against my face.

I was nowhere near stopping. My lips pulled hard on Kathy’s clit, stretching it and pulling it away from her, then releasing it and flicking it with my tongue. My fingers kept fucking her hard and fast, pressing deep against that g-spot with every thrust. Suddenly, I felt it. Her pussy started to contract hard around my fingers. Her body went rigid and her hips froze; her hands pulled my face hard against her cunt as she started to cum.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she cried out, then moaned and cried out as her body shook with orgasm. I kept my lips pressed against her clit and my fingers pressed on her g-spot and soon I felt her cum start to gush out of her. I quickly slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my mouth, lapping up her sweet juices while my thumb rubbed her clit. I kept licking and sucking on her cunt, getting every last drop of her cum as she finally relaxed and let go of my head. I continued to clean her up, licking her pussy and thighs clean. Then I sucked her cream off my fingers and licked my lips. Kathy sat slumped on the float and looked at me, her eyes unfocused.

And that’s when I heard the splash, obviously a body entering into the pool, and whirled around, shocked, scared. Was this Paul, her husband? Was this all a set-up? What the fu……?

The body snaked against my legs below the surface, and I felt the unmistakable sensation of a pair of lips engulfing my cock. I looked down and saw a mane of long raven hair wafting in the pool water, and through the glare bouncing off the surface of the pool, I could finally ascertain that a brunette, a beautiful one at that, was on her knees underwater and sucking my cock, her hands gliding up over the surface and now caressing my chest.

The mystery intruder gave my cock one long, last lingering suck, and then she popped out of the water like a fantasy mermaid, straight black hair matting against a pair of big tits with huge, deep dark brown areolas peeking out beneath the locks of wet hair. “That was the hottest cunnilingus I’ve ever seen,” said the visiting fantasy mermaid, stroking my dick, still underwater, and she leaned over to kiss me. “I’ve always wanted to know how Kathy tastes.” Her tongue swirled into my mouth, and despite myself, I retracted, still startled.

Even as a new tongue was jamming into my mouth, my eyes were wide open and I looked towards Kathy, who was still basking in the after-glow of orgasm on the mattress.

Kathy smiled at me, flicking a finger over her still-oozing gash. “This is your present, John. This is mah neighbor, and good friend, Mary.” I leaned back to take it all in, my mind trying to keep up with the tactile assault on my senses, while Mary pulled more urgently on my dick beneath the water. It was all happening quickly, but not so much that eyüp escort I didn’t absorb that Mary was one fucking hot piece of ass herself, perhaps late thirties, taller than me, standing maybe six-feet tall, and wet jet-black hair cascading down almost to her very shapely ass. Oh, and perhaps I didn’t mention, she was naked, too.

Mary smiled at me, bright white teeth gleaming in the sun. “You’ll like your present, John.” She huffed up her cheeks in a dramatic gesture of holding her breath, and her head disappeared below the water and again I felt her lips surround my cock, the friction of the pool water causing increased suction and as I glance down I could see a pair of manicured nails caressing my testicles.

Kathy propped her elbows up on the float, reached to grab my head, and kissed me, tasting the residue of her own juice that Mary hadn’t already exhumed from my mouth. I was being sucked below the surface by one hot stranger and kissed above it by a woman whose husband was playing golf on the course right outside of her back yard.

Kathy released her lips from my mouth just as Mary emerged for air. Kathy hopped down from the float into the pool, and she and Mary tugged on my cock as a team, as Mary lifted one of my hands to lift to her own large breast. Kathy observed from close-range and smiled.

“Ah’m a giver, John, what can ah say?” Mary ducked her head to resume her aquatic blow job.

Kathy continued, pressing her own firm tits against my chest. “Ah’ve arranged for a limo to take you and Mary and me to Atlanta. We can have one of mah groundskeepers return your rental car to the local airport here so yew won’t have to worry about that.”

I was beginning to overcome my surprise and get into the swing of things now. When Mary bobbed up from the water this time, I grabbed her head and engaged her in a deep kiss, and then switched back to Mary, before, finally, the three of us shared a teasing, sexy, prolonged three-way kiss, and I grabbed Mary’s hands and pushed them into Kathy’s chest. This was turning out to be a very good trip.

Kathy purred as she felt Mary’s hands begin to rub her globes, and I joined in, as Mary asked in her own sexy southern twang, “Do yew think yew can handle a pair of neglected married women for about four hours in the back of a limo, John?”

That was a challenge that I was determined to accept.

“Well…” I gave the women a steady but confident look. “There are lots of things that I can do as a younger guy that the older ones can’t. I can cum six times in a day and still get rock hard.” This definitely peaked their attention. Mary sighed audibly and Kathy blushed in anticipation. I continued, setting the expectations, implicitly agreeing to their proposal.

“And, I love the taste of pussy and I will stay buried between your legs the whole ride if you let me. And since you’ve displayed such touching Southern hospitality, anything you’d want to do, to me, or have me do to you, would never be off limits with me.”

The women nuzzled against my body. “Let’s first take a shower and clean up for the ride, John,” Kathy said, hopping out of the pool in an angle that let me peek right up her gaping pink asshole and pussy. Mary followed, and I saw for the first time a pair of long, tanned legs that looked like they were the approximate length of the Inter-Coastal Waterway.

Mary winked at me as I watched the contrast of the pair of tight asses sashaying in front of me, Kathy’s heart-shaped, petite and firm, Mary’s lean and muscular.

“Since yew’ve set the bar at six orgasms for yourself, let’s get yew started on your first.”

There was an outdoor shower just off a shed near the patio, and I grabbed each of the older women by the back of their heads and they descended down onto my cock, Mary swallowing about four to five inches in her first gulp, while Kathy licked my balls and looked up at me, grinning happily.

“Ah’m gonna have a lot of time today to practice mah deep throatin’ techniques!”

A few minutes later, I sprayed my first of a half-dozen cums that afternoon onto the gorgeous faces and talented lips and big tits of the two married southern cougars, who eagerly shared and sucked my sticky, thick seed into each other’s mouths.

So….Do ya’ll wanna hear about our afternoon ride to Atlanta?

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My college girlfriend went to school about 90 minutes away from my school, so we would often go weeks in between seeing each other, but that meant our trips were often very sexually charged. My hands would roam all over her body the second we greeted each other with a hug and a kiss. Often we would be naked within minutes and wouldn’t pause for food or television for several hours at least. The 90 minute drive usually felt three times as long as my mind and body anticipated her lips on mine, her skin against mine, her taste on my tongue.

On one occasion, my mind spent the drive up to her apartment concocting fantasies of what would happen. Lisa was a biology major with straight, black hair, a flat stomach she liked to show off with short shirts or a sports bra at the gym, and a spectacular ass for an Asian girl. I’ve always been in pretty good shape, but at the time, I had yet to put on some of my bulk; instead, I was lean and explosive, a middle distance runner’s body with a six pack. In my mind I pictured our lean bodies together under the stream of the shower, her stomach pressed against my hard dick, my lips on her neck as I moved aside her sexy, wet hair; I couldn’t wait to have her kiss her way down my stomach and put her full lips around my cock, my hands against the shower walls to steady myself.

I paused a few minutes after parking to let my erection subside, then made my way to her front door, only to find it open already, and the voices of multiple people drifting out. Once inside, instead of being greeted by Lisa in her usual home attire of booty shorts and some ridiculously small top that I would have off in seconds, I saw her roommate’s entire family: parents, 14 year old sister, and 8 year old brother. Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table playing Uno with her roommate’s brother and sister, and I waved hello to everyone and made my way over to give her a kiss on her cheek before dumping my bag in her room and sitting on her bed with a long sigh. Now, as life has gone on, this momentary setback to my fantasies would be no big deal. At 20, this was devastating.

Once I had gathered myself, I made my way back outside and enjoyed myself as best I could. Eventually, however, Lisa and I got to talk, and she told me Sherry’s family was staying the whole weekend, and our options were share the apartment or I was springing for a hotel room. Ten minutes later we were at the nearest Ramada.

I let Lisa walk in front of me so I could admire her body’s movement, her soft, cotton dress displaying the essence of her hips and ass, her thong pushed against the material occasionally so you knew it was there. Her body distracted me enough that I didn’t immediately realize Lisa knew the guy behind the counter. It turns out Jason was in her physical geography class, a geology major with dirty blond hair and a patch of beard on his chin as his only facial hair. He was tan in a very natural way, as if his time behind the counter at the Ramada was his only time spent indoors.

As we checked in, Lisa talked to Jason about class, how long he’d worked there, and the result was a 20% family and friends discount on the room and a promise that we would meet him for a drink in the hotel bar when he got off at ten. I was very appreciative; or at least, I felt like I was, but in reality I was short in my thanks and already pulling Lisa to the elevator as we shouted our thanks. When the elevator doors shut I backed Lisa against the wall and began kissing her, our lips parting to allow our tongues to touch. My hand reached down and rubbed her left thigh, pushing her dress up to almost her waist, my fingers toying with her thong. I kissed her neck, her ear, and let my hands run over her ass until the door opened.

I had dreams of her mouth on my cock in the shower, but the reality was I couldn’t wait to get the shower going, and I threw her down onto the bed instead. I gently pushed her back down when she tried to pull me back to her mouth, and she eventually stopped fighting me from kneeling on the floor and pulling her thong off lifting her dress up enough to let me see her cleanly waxed pussy. The sight of her perfect, clean, Asian pussy always got me hard, and I undid my jeans and put my dick in my hand as I lowered my mouth to her pussy and tasted her. She was dripping wet. “Were you thinking about me?” I asked.

“Mm, yes, baby” she purred.

“I like that,” I said as I licked up and down the full length of her pussy lips, then let my tongue settle on her clit and start slowly working it. I could tell from her sounds that I had found the rhythm she liked, and I continued at that pace until she started moaning louder and more often. I picked up the pace just enough, then stayed with it until her body got stiff as she arched her back and came with her pussy against my face. I stayed between her thighs until she relaxed again. Wiping her juices on my hand, I stood up and removed my clothes, then crawled onto the bed and put the tip of my thick, 7 inch dick against her pussy.

“Do topkapı escort you want me?” I asked. She answered by reaching her hands to my ass and pulling me into her. I stared into her eyes as I started to move in and out. Her pussy felt like heaven, warm, wet and tight. I licked her left nipple while I steadily slid in and out of her, then put myself as deep in her pussy as I could, angled myself just right to hit the spot I knew she liked. Then I repeatedly hit that spot until she came a second time. Lisa started giggling as she came down from her orgasm and kissed me deep with her tongue and told me to roll over.

She moved her body over my cock and lowered herself completely onto me. The result was a big exhalation from me that had me simultaneously lift my hips and drive deeper into her pussy, causing her to gasp this time. She leaned over and kissed me, then placed her hands on my chest and went to work, setting the pace, moving her hips at her own rhythm, front to back. She wanted nothing more from me then to lie there and be hard for her, and I let my head relax on the pillow and take in the curves of her body, her firm nipples, the athletic curve of her hips. My hands grabbed onto her hips to feel her rhythm. It felt so good, the only complaint I had was that I couldn’t see what her body looked like from the side or behind. I had vague fantasies of a mirror or a camera or maybe an out of body experience that would allow me to watch her work me over.

Lisa began angling her body’s thrusts so that the tip of my dick hit her spot, and soon I knew she would be coming again. I began pulling her hips towards me firmly with every thrust. Then, with my right hand pulling her towards me, I took my left hand and worked it around her body to her ass. I let the juice from her pussy lubricate my middle finger, then began circling her asshole. I lifted my head to her nipple, began sucking it and flicking my tongue over it, as I pushed the tip of my finger into her ass. This was the final touch, and she thrust her hips hard and fast three more times then screamed with her third orgasm. She collapsed onto my chest, sweaty and breathing hard.

I pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck while she recovered. Eventually, she got off me, got on her hands and knees next to me, and said, “I want to feel you cum inside me.” I positioned myself behind her, took in the view of her bare back facing me, her heart shaped ass, and put my hands on her hips as I slid inside her. Doggy style with Lisa felt better then with anybody I had ever been with, and it always made me cum quickly, and I knew Lisa would ask for this when she was finally ready for me to finish, knowing she would get my cum soon. It didn’t take long this time either, and soon I was grunting that I was going to cum and I pulled her ass towards my pelvis hard and came deep in her pussy. We collapsed on the hotel bed, sweaty and satisfied and started laughing with giddiness.

She put her head on my chest, and placed her hand on my softening dick and gently trailed her finger over it and my inner thighs. “That was so hot, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about your dick inside me ever since you told me last night you were going to be able to make it this weekend. Last night I played with my toy, but I still woke up wet and played again before class.”

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”

“Your dick in my mouth, the feeling of it getting harder as you cum in my mouth”

“Mm, well, we still haven’t done that yet. Guess you owe me”

“You can have anything you want, baby. I think hotel rooms are so sexual, I feel so free, I want to just be naked all the time in here.”

“Well, that’s the rule then. You have to be naked anytime we’re in the room!”

She laughed and kissed me in agreement. I turned the tv on to ESPN and we both quickly fell asleep.

After we woke up, we showered together and got dressed for dinner. I put on jeans and a button up shirt. She emerged from the bathroom in short, black shorts and a white top that hung dangerously low in front and exposed her entire back. As much skin as it showed, it was one of the few tops she owned that didn’t show off her stomach, which she felt was her best body part. I couldn’t say I had a complaint about the way she looked.

Her necklace had a pendant that hung just between the tops of her breasts, and I looked at it from above as I leaned down to kiss her lips, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra; from my angle from above I could see most of the top of her breasts, but not quite her nipple. I knew she would be getting looks all night and for the first time, that possibility excited me tremendously. She finished off her outfit with black heels with straps that exposed most of her foot and showed off her white tipped nails that perfectly accented her black shorts and white top.

As we walked out of the elevator and crossed the hotel lobby, we waved at Jason. Every male knows the look another male gives a hot female, the one that fatih escort says “whoa, I gotta check this girl out,” and he gave the version of this look that says “Whoa, I gotta check this girl out, but her man is right there, so I hope he didn’t see the look.” But I saw, and I couldn’t blame him a bit. I knew I would be staring at her the same way all night.

As good as our sex life was, we really did get along well, and dinner was full of laughs. Lisa tried to order a margarita at dinner, but as we were both 20, she settled for an iced tea when she was carded. I asked her if Jason was 21 so he could order the drinks at the hotel bar, but she didn’t know. I suggested we swing by the apartment on the way home and pick up whatever she had lying around, Sherry wouldn’t need it this weekend with her family there.

Back at the hotel, with a bottle of tequila in hand, we found Jason finishing up behind the counter and passing the shift off to a beautiful Latina whose white button up shirt beneath her black vest was undone just enough to expose a lacey black bra and what looked like amazing breasts. Lisa caught me smiling a little too much as Jason introduced us, and she elbowed me playfully in the ribs. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked.

“I can’t lie, she’s pretty hot.”

“She is pretty hot,” Lisa agreed, leaning up to whisper in my ear, “You can think about her tits all you want tonight when I put your hard dick in my mouth.” She kissed me and winked, and I saw that Jason, although he probably couldn’t hear, had caught the playfulness between us and was smirking.

“Hey, Jas, are you 21?” Lisa asked when he came from behind the counter unbuttoning his vest and the top button of his white shirt.

“Not until the end of the month, but I know the bartender, so if it’s pretty empty he could probably serve us.”

“That’s cool,” I said, “but we also have a bottle of tequila. If it’s easier, maybe you could get him to give us a bottle of OJ and we could just hang in the room.

“That works, give me two minutes.”

With a bottle of tequila and a carafe of orange juice, the three of us made our way up to the room. Once inside the room, Lisa immediately settled into host mode and gave us our drinks before pouring one for herself. We clinked our glasses in cheers and both looked to Lisa as we sipped, her bare back to us as she poured her drink at the chest beneath the tv. She had removed her heels, but her black shorts were so short and tight, her ass still looked inviting to us and I saw that Jason was not breaking his gaze.

Lisa eventually made her way over to us and sat on the edge of my chair and put her arm around my shoulders. I turned the tv to music videos and we began drinking and talking. Jason turned out to be a very relaxed, likable guy. I was right, most of his time was spent outdoors, either doing outdoor lab work for his geology classes, or when he had free time, doing some form of biking, running, hiking or surfing. I noticed after hearing this that he was, in fact, quite broad shouldered and fit and had my first twinge of jealousy, wondering if I could compare to this fit, tanned classmate who was not only in Lisa’s class, but quite confident and comfortable with himself it seemed.

We drank steadily, Jason and I working on our third drink while Lisa finished her second. She had slipped off the arm of the chair and into my lap, and we both mindlessly ran our hands over each other’s shoulders, backs, legs and thighs. Jason didn’t seem uncomfortable in the least. When he did eventually make his way off to the bathroom as a result of the alcohol, Lisa turned to me in my lap and kissed me deeply. I could taste the alcohol and the desire on her lips and I stiffened against her shorts. She felt this and reached down with her hand and rubbed me until we heard the door open. She then stood up, leaving me to quickly adjust myself, saying she was going to change. I was reminded of my rule that she spend all her time in the room naked and was suddenly light headed at the thought of her walking out of the bathroom naked, excited and nervous at the same time at the possibility.

Jason and I finished our third drinks, and he got up to pour us a fourth when Lisa emerged from the bathroom wearing the smallest booty shorts I had ever seen her wear and a white tank top with no bra, her nipples clearly showing through. Her shorts were light blue and could not completely cover her ass. They sat low, too, and between her shorts and tank you could see her hip bones and the dimples in her lower back. Jason poured her a drink and I could see his eyes looking down at her body as he handed it to her. I also saw that he was standing close to her.

I locked eyes with Lisa and smiled at her, showing that I knew Jason was standing close, was staring, and I was okay. She smiled back and lifted her glass to her lips, her tongue touching the rim briefly before she wet her lips with the drink.

Lisa and I had been dating for about 16 months at this point eyüp escort (come on, in college you know you count every month as an anniversary!), and I knew her well enough to know every one of her looks. The one I saw now was the one where she was thinking something over but was under the influence of alcohol. The result of her contemplation was that when Jason sat back down in his chair, she sat on the edge of his chair instead of mine and said, “cheers,” clinking her glass to his and smiling as they both drank. I smiled, too, and leaned back in my chair to sip and watch.

Lisa leaned inward on the chair’s arm and rested her elbow on Jason’s broad shoulder. As time went on, she moved her hand to his far shoulder and leaned on his near shoulder, her breast pressed against his shoulder now. When a classic Michael Jackson video came on the tv, Lisa bounced up and started dancing, Jason and I watching with goofy smiles on our faces, as her booty showed at the bottom of her shorts and her tank rose slightly as her hands moved over her body. She was getting hot and lifted her tank to show off more of her stomach.

Lisa moved completely unconsciously, enjoying the moment, her hips swaying, dipping low and bouncing back up. She tired half way through the song and laughingly collapsed onto Jason’s lap. She dropped her ass deep in Jason’s lap and leaned forward laughing, then flipped her hair back and leaned back against Jason’s chest, her head tilted back exposing her chest and neck to my view. She looked at me as her hand went to Jason’s knee to steady herself, and I just smiled and shook my head in disbelief at her. She was stunning, and I was getting hard watching her body move so sexually. MJ still played on the tv, and she began dancing in Jason’s lap, moving her hips rhythmically while drinking from her glass as if she didn’t know what she was doing to the guy. Jason’s eyelids began lowering, his gaze half focused on the back of her neck which she had exposed by flipping her hair around the side of her neck to the front. I leaned back in my chair and put my hand on the bulge in my jeans, showing her that I was hard, and she, seeing this, began moving her hips less like a dance and more in a way that imitated sex. Jason closed his eyes completely now, and Lisa leaned against him and arched her back allowing her exposed neck to brush against his face. He instinctively turned his head and kissed her neck, then, catching himself, looked to me. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “what can you do? She’s in control.”

Still unsure, he didn’t immediately begin kissing her neck, but when Lisa lifted her hands over her head and behind her to the back of his head and pulled him down, he resumed kissing. I had never once entertained thoughts of seeing Lisa with another guy, but watching her tease him and lose herself in the moment, I was mesmerized. I knew if she had asked me beforehand if I was okay with it, I would have been insistent that it was unacceptable; but now that it was happening, I wanted nothing more than for it to continue. There was a brief moment where I wondered about the morning, how I would feel, but then I knew that if something incredible didn’t happen right then, I would be disappointed.

By taking the time to think these thoughts, I wasn’t taking action to stop what was happening. And Lisa took the opportunity to stand up, turn around, then straddle Jason in his chair. She dropped her ass, presenting me with the sexiest view I’ve ever seen, then rose up on her knees so her breasts were even with Jason’s eyes and swiftly pulled her tank top over her head. Before Jason could have time to even register his surprise, she grabbed his head and pulled it to her breast and tossed her head back in pleasure while he placed his mouth on her nipple. She pulled his head away from her breast and leaned down and began kissing him.

I put my hand back on top of my dick, rubbing it through my jeans, unsure of what to do. I wanted to walk over and get behind her, put my hands around her and grab her breasts while she kissed him, while she rode him, but I didn’t know if that was in the playbook. Absent of that, I wanted to rip my clothes off and get to work jacking off, but didn’t want to make Jason uncomfortable as I was directly in his line of sight, not hers.

Lisa began unbuttoning Jason’s shirt while they made out. As he shrugged out of the shirt, she slid back on his legs allowing space to reach down and begin unbuckling his belt. I could tell Jason was making an effort not too look my way, but when Lisa unzipped his pants and hopped off him to pull his pants down from his hips, he shot me one final glance to make sure everything was still okay. Taking the opportunity to similarly test how he felt, I continued to rub my dick through my jeans; I wanted to show him it was okay, and also to see if he minded my display of arousal. He gave me a slight nod of solidarity, an understanding that we were in this together, that we understood how turned on we both were. With that all worked out, Lisa pulled Jason’s pants and boxers down past his hips to below his knees, and I began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I slid my pants down and took my dick in my hands and began stroking.

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