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Chapter 5 – A Holiday at the Beach

I woke up needing to pee real bad. I threw back the sheet that was covering me, crawled out of bed and waddled into the john. While I was sitting on the pot peeing, I heard the telephone ring. I made a quick decision that who ever was calling us could just call back, emptying my bladder was much more important.

As I sat on the toilet peeing, I began to think about the day ahead. Although today was Labor Day and there were no classes at my college, I figured that I should probably spend the day studying even though I had put in a solid 6 to 7 hours each day on Saturday and Sunday. The only thing I was hoping for was that I could study outside and get some sun because the last two days had been rainy and generally miserable. Since everything was weather dependent, I decided to check on the weather before finalizing my study plans for the day.

Finishing my business in the bathroom, I wandered over to the window and opened the shade. To my surprise it was sunny outside which confirmed my plans to study outside. Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was 10:15, so I knew that I could not get any breakfast at the dining hall. Luckily, Julie and I had laid in a supply of bagels and orange juice, so I popped a bagel in Julie’s microwave and poured myself a glass of juice. Applying some jam to the bagel, I sat down on my bed.

Before I could finish my breakfast one of my friends, Sandy, came through the doorway wearing the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. “Hey, sleepy head, are you interested in going to the beach today? Hank and I are going and Ken just called to say he tried you but didn’t get an answer.”

Finishing the bit of bagel that was in my mouth, I replied, “I was in the john when the phone rang. I just couldn’t get to it.”

“Well, are you interested?” Then she continued, “It should be a good time. And Hank tells me that Ken really would like to get to know you better.”

“Sandy, I am interested. It would be good to get out of the room for a day; in fact I was planning on studying outside this afternoon.”

“I know for a fact that you have been studying all week-end. This should be a party weekend given that today is a holiday and classes just started. Hank and I have been having a good time all weekend. Let’s just say that I’m glad you introduced us at that frat party.”

I responded, “I don’t know your situation Sandy, but I’m here on a really full ride and I have to make grades. I want to have a good time just as much as any girl in this dorm, but I don’t want to end up at the state university back home where my whole high school class is. I like the freedom that I have here to have a good time, but I know that I have to work for it. Besides I don’t have a swimsuit I want to be seen in by any guys; all I’ve got is my old one piece. Hell, my tank suit for swim class is sexier than my own suit.”

“Don’t sweat the suit, both Ken and Hank know how sexy your body is.” As Sandy continued the telephone began ringing again. “That’s probably Ken now. Please say yes. I’m not sure Ken will go if you don’t, he was upset with Jim for horning in on you at the party.”

I answered the phone, “Julie and Jen’s den of pleasure, Jen speaking.”

“This is Ken from the Gamma Delt house. Would you like to go to the beach with me and Hank and Sandy today?”

“Ken, I’m thinking about it. Sandy has been here the last few minutes trying to convince me to go. I’ve got two problems: one is that I really should study today; and two, I don’t have a decent swimsuit.”

“All I can tell you about the first is that I’m driving and I don’t intend to be back real late since I have a full day of labs tomorrow. Second, don’t sweat the suit, I don’t care what you wear. I just want to spend some time with you. I enjoyed our date last week-end and I want to see you again.”

“Come on, Jen, don’t spoil it for me,” Sandy interjected. “Tell the guy yes.” Then she stage whispered to me, “Besides you haven’t been laid in at least two days.”

“Alright, you two convinced me. I’d love to get out of this dorm room for an afternoon.”

Ken replied, “Good Hank and I will be over to pick you girls up around 11:30. See you then.”

Before hanging up the phone, I said, “We’ll be ready. Thanks for asking me.” Then turning to Sandy, I continued, “I should finish my breakfast and take a quick shower. I’ll be ready to go in about a half hour.” With that Sandy turned to go back to her room. Looking at her swaying ass, I realized that she had been wearing that suit, or something skimpier, all summer since no tan lines were visible.

As Sandy got to the door, she asked, “I have an extra two piece if you are interested. Would you like me to bring it over?”

“I don’t think so Sandy. It would be obvious that I had been in a one piece all summer. But thanks for the offer. By the way, your suit looks devastating on you. I’m sure that Hank will have a hard on as soon as he sees it; probably Ken too.”

“Thanks kadıköy escort to the compliment Jen. I’ll be back in a little while.” With that Sandy closed the door.

After Sandy left, I pulled off the t-shirt that I slept in and wandered over to the full- length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. I looked at my nude image in the mirror and noted the two tan lines on it, one just above my breasts and the other at the junction of my torso and my legs. I ran my hands from my hips over my soft untanned tummy to my proud white breasts with dark pink but soft areolas on the ends of my tits. However, merely cupping my tits caused my nipples to begin to harden. This made me realize that I fully expected to have sex with Ken sometime today. After fucking Bruce on Friday night I was coming to realize that every time I went out with a guy, I was going to let him inside of me.

I tweaked my nipples with my fingers before picking up my soap dish, shampoo and razor. Going into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and waited until it was the right temperature. I soaped up quickly and rinsed off before lathering my legs and underarms. Completing the hair removal process in these two areas, I considered shaving my mound, but decided against it since the light was not the right. A quick shampoo of my shoulder length brunette hair finished my business in the shower.

Turning the shower off, I grabbed my towel and started to dry myself off. Opening the bathroom door, I walked into my room naked and again looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I thought my tummy was a little on the paunchy side as I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my white ass with a deep crevice between the checks, I could see that my package could be attractive to a horny college guy. As I brushed my hair I noticed that my tits bounced with each brush stroke and when I bent over to brush my teeth I noted that they swayed with each stroke.

As I was finishing brushing my teeth, Sandy returned and slapped my ass. “Hey, Jen, you look hot. I’m sure that Kenny can hardly wait to be alone with you. I brought over a halter top two piece if you want to try it on.”

“I guess I will since we have some time until the guys get here.” With that Sandy handed me a suit. I stepped into the bottom and pulled it up. Next I slipped the halter over my head and adjusted the back. I looked at myself in the mirror and made a face.

“What’s the matter Jen? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it but I don’t feel comfortable in it. It makes it obvious I have never worn a two piece before with all the white showing and my tan legs and shoulders. Probably in the spring, I would like it.” With that I begin stripping it off and then I said, “Thanks Sandy for trying to help me out.”

I reached into my dresser and pulled out my white one piece. “See what is de rigueur for a nice girl in small town Iowa.” With my other hand, I grabbed my swimming class dark blue tank suit with a wavy pattern in it and added, “Or, is this one better?”

Sandy looked me in the eyes and replied, “Which one do you want Ken to see you in? Here, let me see them close up.” With that I handed both suits to Sandy. After a quick inspection she added, “I like the cut of yours better but it has way too much cover-up, especially in the boobs. You sure as hell don’t need the padding in the bra. I could fix it up with a little time, but really your tank suit will show your bod off better without any reworking.”

I stepped into the suit and pulled it up over my shoulders. I slipped my hands under the fabric and adjusted my tits into their proper place in the suit. I pulled an old shirt of my dad’s on as a cover-up and slipped my sandals on. Just as I started to sit down, the phone rang announcing that Ken and Hank were downstairs. We grabbed our totes and headed downstairs to meet the guys.

Sandy went straight to Hank and they entwined with a long deep kiss. When I got near Ken, her leaned down and planted a light kiss on my lips. Taking my hand, he led me out to his car. Ken opened the trunk and I tossed my tote into the back of the vehicle. Ken then opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. Noticing that the car had a bench seat, I slid over to the middle to be nearer Ken. Ken got in and we waited for Hank and Sandy to emerge from their torrid greeting.

While we were waiting we chatted a little bit about how our classes had gone the first week. Ken put his right arm around me and let his drop down to my right tit. Just as he was starting to massage it through my swim suit, our partners for the day emerged from the dorm wrapped around each other. Sandy tossed her tote into the trunk and closed it, and then she and Hank clamored into the backseat of Ken’s sedan.

As Ken pulled out of the parking lot he moved his hand from my tit and dropped it onto my bare upper thigh. He just rested it there while I snuggled up against him. As we were driving along, üsküdar escort I glanced in the mirror and saw that Sandy and Hank were in a rather tight embrace again. Hank was kissing her neck and her shoulders from the back and it appeared that his hand was underneath her bikini top. Although I could not see what Sandy was doing, based upon my limited experience I assumed that her hands were busy playing was Hank’s male organ either inside or outside of his trunks.

I felt Ken’s hand lightly massaging my thigh and I said to him in a stage whisper, “Thank you for being such a gentleman.” Then I leaned over to him and said under my breath, “That feels good.”

Ken’s only response was, “I’m glad you like it.” Then we drove on in silence.

It wasn’t long until we reached the county park where the beach was. Ken found a parking spot and pulled in. We both got out on the driver’s side and walked around to the trunk to retrieve our accouterments for the afternoon at the beach, the cooler, the blankets and towels and the totes. Hank and Sandy tore themselves away from each other, got out of the car and came around back. Sandy and I took our totes, the blankets and the towels while the guys grabbed the cooler. As the guys carried the cooler ahead of us, Sandy and I walked together.

“I know that you are head over heels for Hank and that is fine because I really don’t have a continuing interest in him. However, all this public display is not helping me restrain my own urges. Seeing you and Hank busy in the backseat got me a little horny and I saw that Ken was affected too.”

Sandy turned a little red and then she replied, “I’m sorry if what we do bothers you…”

I cut her off. “Sandy, first it really doesn’t bother me what you and Hank do, certainly in private. It is just that when you are in public, it can make it awkward for those around you.” As we walked some more I added very quietly, “Sandy you may want to stop in the changing room because your top is not completely on.”

“Thanks Jen. I’m not mad at you, its just that Hank turns me on so much.” With that we ducked into the changing room. Putting her gear down, Sandy undid her bikini top momentarily exposing her tits to me. I noticed that the nipples were still swollen from the work out that Hank had given them in the car. As she rehooked her clasp, she said, “What did Hank think of your boobs that first night?”

“I honestly don’t recall that he said anything. I do remember him playing with them though.” As we walked out I added, “Don’t sweat about your breasts, you’ve got nice ones. Besides if Hank likes them, that’s what that matters.”

“Easy for you to say. Hell, your boobs are bigger than mine and you are what — 4, 5 inches shorter and 20 pounds lighter.”

As we got to the spot were the guys had decided to set up, Hank asked, “What took you ladies so long to get here?”

I quickly replied, “Sandy had to make a stop to fix her top.” A big grin crossed Hank’s face. Then I set down the blankets and tote that I was carrying. Picking up the blanket I spread it out on the sand next to the cooler. I sat down on the blanket and removed my sandals and shirt cover up. “Time to get some sun and do a little reading.”

Ken also removed his sandals and t-shirt. Then he said, “Anyone up for a dip before lunch?”

With his shirt removed and wearing just a red Speedo, Ken looked hunkier than I had remembered him. Although he had an ever so tiny paunch to his belly, the Speedo hid none of his male equipment. Even though his cock was not aroused at all, I could trace the outline of his cock under his suit. When I said, “I’ll go with you, Ken,” Sandy chimed in “I’m game for a romp in the lake too.”

Before going down to the lake, Sandy spread out their blanket and Hank broke open four Cokes from the cooler. While she was doing that, I pulled the book that I was going to read out of my tote and set it on Ken’s blanket. With all the preliminaries out of the way, Ken and I skipped down to the edge of the lake hand in hand. At the same time, Hank and Sandy ambled down with their arms around each others waist (I think).

The four of us played in the water for a while. None of us did any real swimming. Our waterborne fun ended with me on Ken’s shoulders and Sandy riding Hank’s shoulders. We raced a short distance a couple of times with us winning both times since I was smaller than Sandy and Ken was bigger than Hank. We also jousted until Sandy knocked me off Ken’s shoulders and into the water with a big splash.

After that I headed back to shore followed by Sandy. The guys stayed out in the lake a little longer, but they followed us when Sandy hollered out something about lunch. The way Hank came charging out of the water, it seemed as if he thought Sandy and/or I were the lunch, not the sandwiches and chips in the cooler. Actually, I think that Sandy was his lunch because after they each had a quick bite to eat, Hank grabbed their blanket, tuzla escort took Sandy by the hand and headed off down the beach. We did not see them for well over two hours.

In the meantime, Ken and I lay down on our blanket to catch some sun. I pulled my sunscreen from my tote and asked Ken to apply it to my exposed skin. He was very eager to do this task. He carefully rubbed the sunscreen onto my calves and the backs of my thighs before applying some to my shoulders and neck. While he was doing this, he slipped my straps off my shoulders and rubbed the cream on without regard to the straps. I thanked him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

As I picked up the book that I had to read for my frosh seminar, Ken gave me a look of “could you please put some sunscreen on my back?” Picking up on it I pulled my shoulder straps up my arms and sat up. I grasped the tube of sunscreen and crawled onto Ken’s ass. Facing his feet, I squirted some sunscreen on his legs and proceeded to massage it into his skin. I carefully managed to work some into his inner thighs up near the edge of his suit. I must have struck some erogenous spot because my fingers elicited a low moan from Ken’s throat. I turned around and sat back down on his Speedo covered buns. Before applying the lotion to his back, shoulders and neck, I bent over and gave his neck a wet kiss, intentionally running my covered tits over his back. Before Ken could react to my kiss, I sat up and squeezed some sunscreen on his back. Then with a little bouncing action I rubbed the lotion into the skin on his back, shoulders, neck and ears.

Rolling off Ken’s butt, I lay down beside him and began reading my book. Ken just lay beside me dozing in the warm early September sun. After a while, Ken woke up and reached into the cooler before asking me, “Jenny, would you like something to drink?”

“What you got?” I asked.

“Well, I have Coke and Diet …” and dropping his voice he added, “some pre-made vodkas and Cokes.”

Feeling just a little bit naughty, I sat up and whispered in Ken’s ear, “I’ll take the vodka and Coke, sweetie.” With that I put my book down and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Ken pulled a partially filled 20 ounce bottle of Coke out of the cooler and handed it to me. He took a full bottle of Coke and mouthed, “Designated driver.”

I took a swig and sighed, “That tastes good. If you had told me two weeks ago that I would enjoy alcohol, I would have laughed.”

Ken looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Jen, don’t let yourself get dependent on the stuff. I have seen several guys – and a couple of girls, get fucked up with booze. Most of them were sharp as tacks before they let drinking get in the way of studying.” I pulled my straps up onto my shoulders and took another sip. Then Ken continued, “I know what you are going to tell me, that you will be careful and not let it happen to you. But guess what, that is what every one of the others said too.”

“Thanks, sweetie, for the warning. I have no intentions of letting booze, drugs or anything else control my life. I just want to make it out of here in four years with decent grades so I can get a decent job.” With that I took another sip from the bottle and then screwed the cap back on. “Would you care to put some sunscreen on my front now?”

“Sure, Jen.” Ken replied with a look of anticipation as he added, “If you’ll do me afterwards?”

“Deal.”

I lay down on the blanket on my back. Ken took the tube of sunscreen and pressed some onto my legs before smoothing it on my shins and thighs. He repaid my earlier favor by working it into my inner thighs right up to the lower edge of my tank suit. He then applied some to the exposed parts of my chest above the suit although he managed to let his hand slip under the bodice and rubbed the inner slopes of my mammaries.

Ken finished doing me and I pushed him onto his back. I crawled over him and knelt over his crotch facing his feet. Even though I was kneeling over Ken’s covered crotch, I was careful not to make contact with my own crotch. As I was applying the lotion to his legs, I felt Ken’s hands wander over my ass cupping it and squeezing my cheeks. I jumped just a little when I sensed Ken’s fingers slip under the hem of my tank suit and stroke my ass cheeks. Without missing a beat I quickly finished applying the sunscreen to his legs and swung off of Ken’s crotch. “Naughty, naughty, sweetie.”

Ken looked at me chagrined but did not otherwise respond to my remark. I winked at him and then turned and faced me before resuming my kneeling position. This time I did not attempt to keeps our covered genital areas separated. I was rewarded with a hard ridge where his cock was caught in the Speedo. I bent over and lightly kissed him on the lips, but before Ken could return the kiss I sat up and began rubbing the sunscreen on his chest. “You are such a tease, girl.” I finished the job at hand; then reached over and uncapped my vodka and Coke and took a swig. Swallowing the alcohol, I leaned over and planted a sloppy wet probing kiss on his lips.

Ken responded by giving me a deep tongue kiss. Our tongues played with each other for a few moments before I broke the kiss and rolled off on to the blanket beside Ken. He started to moan, “Tease …”

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Noah was starting to get worried when 11 p.m. had come and gone and Jade still wasn’t home. She had called after work and told him she was going out for a drink with some of the people from her office but that was at 5 p.m. and he hadn’t heard from her since. As midnight approached…he heard the front door open…then quietly close. He knew something was up because she was being so quiet. He rolled over and faked being asleep to see what she would do.

Noah watched her walk into the room, her dress wasn’t straight…there were some buttons even missing. Her hair was wild and she had that just fucked look on her face. She undressed…leaving on her thigh highs and heels…walked around to his side of the bed and looked down at him.

Jade watched him pretend to be asleep, like he actually thought he was fooling her. She climbed over his hard chest, pinning his arms with her legs she slid her pussy across his body and up to his face. He felt her juices flowing out of her and began to lick and suck on her sweet cunt. She shuddered at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy…then she started telling him halkalı escort about her night.

They had gone out to the bar…she had made sure she took her panties off under her dress before they left the office. A few drinks…then her and another lady had started playing pool. They liked the shots where they had to bend…and lean. Her ass would show almost every time she took a shot. She was getting a few hits… but none that she wanted. That’s when she spotted him. the young barback.

He wasn’t even 19 yet…yet he had to be the sexiest thing in that bar. She decided that was who she wanted to fuck. She began talking to him…flirting with him a little…then a lot. Flashing him some of her bald pussy…just enough to get him interested. He pulled her back into the back store room of the bar.

He knelt down in front of her and parted her pussy lips, his tongue began drawing circles around her clit when she felt the first wave of cum going through her body. He lapped it all out of her and she stood him up, pushed şişli escort him down on to some cases of tequila and pulled his cock out. She took him into her mouth, licking and sucking him like she hadn’t tasted cock in years. She felt him getting tense…and she wanted his cum shooting down the back of her throat…she reached down under him and played with his balls, taking her finger and just running across his asshole.

He came hard with that touch. She swallowed as much as she could but some dripped down her chin…she brought her hand up to wipe it off, then she sucked her fingers clean. Jade hated to waste cum. She very lightly kept her tongue working on his cock…never letting him go completely soft. He stood up and pushed her off of him, pushing her down to the floor, he took his cock and buried it inside her pussy. He rammed her…hard and fast…moving his cock in and out of her pussy. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked it hard before biting it. That sent her over the edge…she came with a vengeance. Coating his cock with her cum, over sarıyer escort and over. He plunged deeper and harder inside of her…then she felt it…his cum shooting up into her. Damn she loved having her pussy filled with cum. She scooted him off of her and told him she had to go home, she had special plans for their cum.

As she sat there on Noah’s face, with his tongue eating all of that young boy’s and her cum out of her pussy he brought her off to another orgasm, drenching his face with cum. She reached behind her and felt his hard cock. She lifted herself up off of his gorgeous face and slid her wet pussy down his body until she was right above his cock. She slowly lowered herself down on it, taking in just the head then coming back off of him. Jade asked him…if her pussy being filled had made him this horny or if it was the young boy…he didn’t answer her till she had teased the head of his cock a few more times. Then out of need to feel her pussy all the way surrounding his cock he finally told her both.

She pushed down on him, taking him all the way into her. She rode him hard and fast, grinding her clit into him till she saw his body tense up then let go and she felt her pussy being filled with hot white cum again.

As she got off of him, their cum running out of her, she reached down and gathered it up licking it off her fingers before giving him a deep kiss goodnight making sure he had a good taste of all that wonderful cum.

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This story is based on something that happened to me after my first high school boyfriend dumped me.

*

There is nothing like the freedom of summer break. Alyssa had spent the past few weeks going to the beach, staying out late, and enjoying time with her friends and especially her boyfriend, Tyler. After weeks of him pushing her, she finally decided that she was ready to have sex.

It was nothing like she’d imagined. She remembered the way his dingy room was humid and smelled like sweat, and how pale he was when he took his pants off. She remembered how clumsily he removed her panties and jammed his fingers inside her. She remembered how bad it hurt when he greedily shoved his cock into her and writhed on top of her.

At the time she felt grown up and special, like she had finally unlocked some cosmic secret. Although sex was not like she’d imagined, she continued to have sex with her boyfriend, who sometimes wanted it three times a day. It wasn’t entirely horrible, it just wasn’t like she had expected. But, she loved the way it made her boyfriend come around and pay attention to her more. The way he lusted after her made her feel so special and so in love.

After a few weeks, her boyfriend started treating her differently. He still fucked her, of course, but he only called her when he wanted it from her. They stopped going on dates unless she begged him, and it got to the point where she felt devastated that she couldn’t make her amazing guy happy. It finally came to a head a few weeks before the end of summer.

Tyler had invited Alyssa to breakfast that morning. She was so excited that things were finally getting back to normal! She had planned on getting up early, but it had been difficult to sleep in even if she tried. Her family was having work done to their yard, so she was always being awoken by the team of construction workers promptly at 8am every day. After a quick shower she headed to her closet. She decided to wear her favorite summer dress with roses on it and a pair of pink wedges. She heard Tyler’s car screeched up to the driveway and she came out to meet him. As she approached the car something seemed off. Tyler wasn’t dressed for breakfast; he only had on a pair of swim trunks. And there was someone in the front seat, a very scantily dressed someone, with flowing blonde hair and a lip piercing.

“Hey, babe. I thought we were going to breakfast. What’s going on?”

“Oh, about that…I wanted to tell you I’m seeing someone else now. I need a girl who’s down to fuck, not a prude who needs a meal before she puts out.”

She was stunned by his words and began to cry. She could barely hear the rest of what he was saying as her head swam furiously with grief and her eyes burned with hot tears. She vaguely noticed his car pulling away and collapsed in a heap on the driveway.

One of the construction workers, Marco, had watched the whole scene unfold from the other end of the yard. If that kid wasn’t underage, he would have knocked his fucking face to a pulp. He had seen Alyssa coming in and out of the house for weeks, always smiling to him as she went. She was a sweet, gorgeous girl. She had even made cookies for the workers a few times and brought them out on their lunch break. His rage grew as the car began to disappear into the distance. Then, he snapped back to reality when he saw her lying on the pavement crying. He dropped his bakırköy escort shovel and ran over to her. Then, it occurred to him that this might scare her. He was a 6′ 3″ construction worker. He had on a dirty shirt, torn pants, and big boots. She, on the other hand, was a petite girl with clean, porcelain skin and soft brown hair.

He stopped within a few feet of where she was lying and tried to speak to her.

“Excuse me, miss. Are you okay? I saw what that asshole. Fuck, I mean, what that guy did.” He needed to watch his mouth. He wasn’t used to being around anyone but his construction worker buddies lately. He tried again to speak to her, but she was in a shock. He had to do something. He went over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. It was large and calloused, but she seemed to reacted slightly to his sincere and gentle touch. After a while her crying only became worse and she was still crumpled on the ground. It was heartbreaking to watch, and he had to do something. He effortlessly scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her front door. She didn’t even seem to notice. She was clutching her keys in her hands. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, hey…shhh it’s okay. Let’s go inside. It’s okay. Please don’t cry,” he whispered.

Her release on her keys slackened at his gentle words, and he unlocked the door. He carried her over to what he could only guess was her living room sofa. It looked homey and comforting, exactly what she needed. He delicately placed her on the sofa and sat down next to her. Now that she was upright he could see the tears streaming down her face and falling onto her crumpled dress. Despite it all, he was still shocked by how beautiful she was. He continued to sit with her and began to rub her back when she seemed comfortable with him.

After a few more minutes her crying began to soften and she started to apologize. Marco stopped her instantly.

“Please don’t apologize. I just want to know that you’re okay.”

Alyssa sniffled.

“I don’t think I’m okay. I’m just not good enough.”

He didn’t know what to say. She was obviously upset, but that boy must have messed her up good.

“I just feel so stupid and ugly.”

At that, Marco couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“How can you possibly say that? Just because one stupid boy doesn’t know what he’s got.”

“No, you’re wrong. He’s perfect. It’s my fault. I’m just messed up.”

“I’m looking at you, and I can tell you that you’re beautiful and sweet.”

At this she began to cry again. She shook her head.

“No. You’re wrong. He’s so special. He…he was my first. I know why he dumped me.”

Again, she paused as a wave of fresh tears overtook her. This time, Marco leaned her into his chest and rocked her. What could he do? Here was this girl who couldn’t tell that her boyfriend was a complete fucking idiot. She’d never gone through a relationship before, and he remembered his first relationship and how hard his break up was. She settled down once more and began to speak again.

“He dumped me because…I couldn’t cum.”

Marco nearly gasped out loud at that word coming out of her sweet mouth. Then, in a split second a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. First, he felt overwhelming anger. He was going to find that skinny bastard and smash his windshield. Then, he felt a pang of guilt because beşiktaş escort he was drawn to thoughts he had been trying to suppress all morning. At the mention of sex, he immediately got turned on thinking about this girl naked and what she would be like on top of him, riding him.” Then, he didn’t know what came over him, but he started kissing her cheek. Something about his touch seemed to calm her, and his kiss had the same effect. He continued to slowly lead a trail of soft kisses over her cheek and down to her neck. He felt guilty about how aroused he was getting, but he knew it was futile to try to suppress his growing erection. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice. Then, he realized that her tears had stopped. He took this as an opportunity to start kissing her neck a little less innocently.

A tiny moan escaped her lips as his rough mouth traced over the curve of her neck. His erection became even harder as he heard the sweet, silky sound. Her moans of approval continued and he once again took this as an indication that he should keep going. He knew what he needed to do. He was going to make her cum so hard she’d cry (this time in a good way).

His big fingers pulled at the thin dress straps on her shoulders. He slid them down her smooth arms and let her dress fall. His breath caught as he took in the sight of her full, pale breasts. These were not breasts that belonged on a young, sweet girl, but on a sexy woman. Immediately his mouth was drawn to her puffy, pink nipple. As he flicked at it with his tongue, he could feel it perk up. By this point, he was stiffer than he could ever remember being, and Alyssa had gone from crying to whimpering. His fingers traced down her smooth stomach, pulling the dress as he went. Then, he slid it down to her knees and let it fall to the floor. When he reluctantly took his mouth off of her breast, he looked down and saw her white, cotton panties. He could see how aroused she was by a small damp spot between her legs.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She had never felt anything like this before. Tyler had never been so gentle with her. Instead of words, she pulled her face to his and began to kiss him deeply. Once again, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Their tongues danced together and she became even wetter. As much as he was enjoying her mouth on his, he was on a mission. He pulled away and resumed his exploration of her body. He laid her down on the couch and hovered over her, bringing his nose to her panties. He could smell her arousal, tangy and warm. He brought his hands to cup her ass and ripped her panties down until they were around her ankles. Her pussy was small and smooth, with a little patch of fuzz at the top. Although it was clear she was turned on, she held her legs closed together. He looked up at her and could see worry on her face.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she said timidly.

He couldn’t believe she actually thought that was a possibility. How could she not know how gorgeous she was? He reassured her and told her to relax.

“You are so beautiful. Will you please let me taste you?”

His words once again worked their magic in calming her down, and she let her legs fall apart. At the sight of her bright pink pussy lips spreading apart, he couldn’t help but groan as his erection became even stiffer. He slowly lowered his mouth between her legs, kissing her thighs beylikdüzü escort lightly on his way to her wet snatch. His tongue immediately found its way to her core and she shuddered with pleasure. Her juices coated his mouth in a sweet layer. He fucked her a few more times with his tongue and then worked his way up to her clit. He swirled his tongue around it and she almost yelled with pleasure. He continued to swirl and flick his tongue over her clit as her moans escalated. He loved playing with her pussy and decided to tease her as long as possible. He stuck one of his thick fingers in her and slowly began pumping as his sucked and swirled over her clit. She was unbelievably tight, but he shoved yet another finger inside her. He could feel her pussy tensing, and he knew it wouldn’t be long, so he started licking her clit with powerful strokes and rubbing her g-spot mercilessly until she was grinding her pussy on his face and screaming as waves of ecstasy rolled through her body. He didn’t care that he couldn’t breathe. He had his face buried in the wettest little pussy and his fingers were practically being constricted by the strongest orgasm he’d ever given a woman.

When she had finally ridden out the last of her orgasm, he came up to meet her face. She was stunned. He lunged in and gave her a powerful kiss. She could taste herself all over his mouth and she could feel another orgasm already building. She couldn’t believe that she’d just had an orgasm.

Her legs were like jelly and her pussy still felt tingly. Marco was surprised when she stood up and pulled him up with her. He couldn’t tell if she was going to slap him or what, but then she dropped to her knees and began grabbing at his pants with urgency. It didn’t take her long to pull his pants down to reveal a huge, thick cock. She had only ever seen one other one in her life, and it looked nowhere near as amazing as this one. She placed her hands on it and were amazing at how small they looked holding his cock. She began licking his tip like a lollipop, swirling it around her pink tongue. Then, she slid the entire length into her mouth. Marco nearly came at the sight of her kneeling in front of him and at the sensation of feeling the back of her throat with his cock. She continued to gag herself with his cock until it was dripping with saliva. Then, he pulled her up from the floor and back into his arms once more. In a few urgent steps he carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. Without warning, he drove his cock into her tiny pussy. This time, she screamed in pain and then pleasure at being so filled. He groaned at the strain he felt shoving into her tight hole. He began pumping harder and faster, then he scooped her up once again and slammed her against the wall. From this angle, he could drill her even harder, his balls swinging furiously and slapping her ass loudly. He licked his thumb and brought it down to her clit. He could feel that she was almost ready to explode and it didn’t take much rubbing until once again, she was riding out an enormous orgasm. Her walls were squeezing his cock so hard that he began to come, too. Their groans rose together as he filled her up with a thick load of cum.

They dropped to the floor in blissful exhaustion. Marco’s heart lifted when he saw that Alyssa was smiling a huge grin.

“I can’t believe I came! That was amazing.”

“I can’t believe you dated such a loser.”

They continued to lie on the floor, wrapped in a mess of arms and legs. Marco couldn’t believe his luck as he started to tweak her nipples between his fingers again.

“I guess sometimes it does pay to be a nice guy,” he thought to no one but his lucky self.

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This so called new media the Internet has promoted a lot of new relationships that without it would never have happen. This I have to say is another story about just that. I have been playing on the Internet now for about a year. I do what most men do roam the chat rooms and do my best to have sexy conversations with willing women. Most of these don’t go any farther than the tube. But once in a while you meet someone that strikes a nerve and you develop a cyber relationship with her. This is one of those relationships.

I met Lynda in a chat room where we got very familiar with each other. At first we just played games with each other while in the chat room. Trading fantasies and making love cyber style. Doing the things that you do when you know it can never become a reality. But we started to become more at ease with each other and actually traded email addresses. Of course we used a generic email site. But it was one where we could say things to each other that we didn’t want other people to see. We became more than just cyber friends, she was the woman that I wanted and think I needed. When we exchanged our pictures we both were afraid that the other would not like what they saw. The reason was we both were large people.

On the net you can be any type of person you want. I could be six foot 190 lbs. And very good looking. She could be slender with a knock out figure, blond flowing hair with a set of tits to die for. When you trade pictures it all becomes real. My picture showed an older fat guy with graying hair and a big belly. Her picture showed a large woman with glasses and what some would not a very pretty face. But you know I liked what I saw in her picture and she like what she saw in my picture. We became very close friends. We would talk for hours on the net back and forth. One day we agreed to meet. For both of us this was something we had never done.

I flew into the airport close to where Lynda lived but it was still a good hour and a half ride to get to her hometown. I would be there just for the weekend but I was hoping it would be long enough. As I enter the lounge area I started to get real nervous and shaky. I thought to myself what if she wasn’t there, what if she wouldn’t like me. I had all kinds of thoughts going through my head. When I came down the unloading ramp I saw her for the first time, I stopped bakırköy escort in my tracks she was as lovely as I had hoped! She stood in front of me, and then we both hugged and kissed each other. I didn’t want to let her go! As I held her I could feel a deep stirring inside of me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We paid no attention to the people around us as we kissed. Her tongue entered my mouth and got to know mine. I pulled her even more tightly against my body. When we finally broke apart we walked hand in hand to where she had parked her car.

When I sat down in the passenger’s side I knew we never make it to her hometown. We only drove for a few minutes before I begged her to stop. We found a nice motel where I got a room for the both of us. As we entered the room I turned to close the door when I turned back around she flew into my arms. We both kissed each other deeply, I kissed her neck, and she kissed mine. My hands wandered down to feel her ample hips. Her hands were on my back roaming up and down. She tasted very sweet like strawberry candy.

Slowly my hands moved to the front of her blouse, I started to unbutton it, her hands pulled at my shirt. I bent my head and she lifted it up over my head. I quickly went back to her blouse. The buttons were giving me a pain. I said hell with it and just ripped it away from her body! There she was expose to my view. Lynda had the largest breasts I’ve seen in a long time. Her bra held them up in what to me looked unnatural position. I reached around her and found the clasp that held it together. When I pulled it off over shoulders her breasts spilled out into my waiting hands.

She was large and lovely, small nipples at this moment but I knew they would get bigger as I went to work on them. I wanted to go slow but the touch of her made me do things with a sense of urgency. I wanted her right now! I forced my self to slow down. I had a few days and didn’t want to use up all my emotions up on the first day. Lynda must have felt the same way because she pushed me away and started to remove the rest of my clothes. Her hands went to my belt and undid it first. She unbuckled my pants next and slowly pulled them down. I was really shaking now. I could feel my member pushing against my boxers; the point of my dick pushing it’s way through the slit beşiktaş escort in them. Her thumbs reached under the elastic and with a fast move they were at my feet.

Lynda then went to her knees and was face to face with my cock. At first she just looked at it. Then I could feel her hand grip my cock. The other hand cupped my balls. I could feel Lynda blowing on my cock, it felt like she was blowing on the very tip of it. This was unusual, but gave me a strange sensual feeling. In a minute I could feel her mouth on my cock slowly sucking it in, her tongue was pushing into the pee slit. Gawd, she sure knew how to get a guy going! Her hand was stroking me as she sucked my cock. One hand moving up and down, the other fondling my balls with her fingers. Her mouth and hands were making a quivering bowl of jelly out of me. I felt a strong orgasm coming on. A few more strokes and I shot a terrific load into her Lynda’s sucking mouth. She didn’t bat an eye, just sucked my juices down! I could hear a soft giggle come from her. She knew what she was doing.

It was my turn; I pushed Lynda on her back on the bed. She laid there her breasts on either side of her chest, her stomach heaving up and down. The thing I look for most was how her legs were. They were spread open and waiting for some to go down and taste her. I first bent down and kissed her. My tongue entered her mouth and made circles around her tongue tasting my own cum. My cum was not bitter but had a slight salty taste. My kisses surprised her. But I wouldn’t ask her to do anything that I wouldn’t do. I made my way down and took some time at her breasts. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and could feel it start to harden.

Both hands were around them moving and pinching. They were big but firm. I pushed them together so my mouth did not have to go very far to suck on her nipples. I moved from one to the other feeling them get hard as I sucked them in. I moved down to her belly button, sticking my tongue into it, hands still on her breasts. Kissing that big stomach as it went up and down.

I let her breasts go and slid down to see her wet pink pussy, there were juices all around it glistening in the light. With my hands on her hips I started to kiss her thighs first. First one then the other not quite kissing her quim but coming as close beylikdüzü escort as you can get. I wanted her to anticipate my mouth and where it would go next. I finally kissed her pussy, slowly pushing my tongue inside of her. She tasted as sweet as she looked! I licked and pushed my tongue in as far as I could. It was like a small dick going in and out. I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. Now this clit was sticking out like it was a small dick itself! I drew it into my mouth and could feel her jump. The way Lynda moved I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. Her hands were holding my head; a moaning sound was coming from her clenched lips. Her hips pushed up and she let out a loud moan, her legs wrapped around my head holding it tightly as she had a came in one great convulsion.

Lynda bucked for a few seconds then calmed down. When she did I moved back up to kiss her on the lips. With my dick nice and hard I was ready to enter her. Her legs spread out even more in anticipation of my cock. My hand held my cock and moved it up and down her wet bush. Not going in but playing at her opening. Pushing her pussy lips apart and teasing it a little. With my other hand I found her love tunnel and prepared to enter. With a quick move I plunged my cock as far into it as I could. The first move was fast and I went all the way to her bush. My pubic hair blended in with hers. When I got there I could feel her pussy contract and hold my cock in. Her pussy was sucking my cock in and not letting go.

I never felt women do this and it made me want Lynda even more. I slowly pulled out and could feel her legs on my back. I pushed back in slower this time. Her pussy still sucking on my cock. In I went only to pull out once again. With her pussy gripping my cock and her pussy as tight as it was. It gave me a great pleasure to make love to her. In and out, we kept this up for what seem like hours. Every time I pulled out she would suck me back in, we got into a rhythm and both were in bliss.

My hands on the bed at her side, her hands holding my head it was only a matter of time before the both of us would come to a great orgasm. She started moaning “oh go, oh god”, me groaning and making faces. We both climax at the same time I let out a hot explosion of cum and she let out a spew of cum as well. Again I have never seen a woman do this. Our juices mixed and spread out on the bed making one giant wet spot! I tumble to her side and she rolled over on me to get away from the wet spot. With her on top of me we kissed, a deep and long kiss.

This was going to be one long and tiring weekend, one I’ve looked forward to for a long time.

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The scene is set, rose petals on the bed and candles around the room just waiting to be lit. Now all that’s needed is for me to slip into the new underwear and black silk robe you got me for my birthday. Glancing at my watch, I’m aware you’re due back from training within the hour. That leaves me with just enough time to shower and tidy myself up before you’re due home.

Just as I place the razor down, I hear you coming up the stairs.

“Where be my honey? Be she in here?” You call out as you push open the bathroom door.

“Nope, no honeys in here beast!” I reply, sneaking my head around the shower curtain. Before I know what’s happening you’ve walked over to the bath, reached in and lifted me out. Somehow, we end up a giggling heap on the floor.

“How is my smelly babe then?” I ask, kissing you softly as you smack my bum. Grabbing my hair, you pull me closer to you, kissing me passionately.

“God, how I missed you,” you say, after one of the most intense kisses we have shared in a while.

“But you’ve only been gone two days and one night. You can’t have missed me that much.” I sit up so that I’m now sitting on you.

“Ah, but that’s two days and one night too many.” You sit up and wrap your arms around me, not caring that your suit is getting wet

“So, what you got planned for tonight? Have I got time for a quick shower; seeing as you so kindly pointed out how I smell.”

“Of course you have.” I smile and stand up, grabbing one of the fluffy white dressing gowns off the back of the door. I slip it on and wrap it around me.

“See, I’ve even left the shower running for you.” I laugh as I walk out of the bathroom into our bedroom.

Looking around, I am pleased that everything is in place. I reach for the dark purple underwear from the chair and allow the dressing gown to fall to the floor. I bend down and step into the thong before slipping on the bra. No sooner have I slipped on the silk robe than you knock on the door.

“Is it safe to come in?”

“Give me two minutes babe!” I grab the lighter and quickly run around the room, lighting all the candles.

“Are you all dry?” I call out, lighting the last candle and picking the dressing gown up from the floor. I hang it on the back of the door and open the door. I am greeted by the site of you, standing there naked, with the towel around your ankles.

“Well…” I start as you walk towards me and sweep me into your arms, carrying me further into our room.

“Wow!” You look around the room and slowly walk over to the bed to lower me onto it.

“The room looks fantastic.”

I say nothing, just smile as you kneel naked before me. You slowly run your hands up my legs, feeling me through the silk of the robe. I lean forward and kiss you, placing my hands on either side of your face. You istanbul escort move yourself up and place your hands on my hips and almost half lift, half slide me up the bed. You lay yourself down next to me on the petal covered bed.

With both of us lying on our sides, you slowly stroke my face and down my neck with one hand. Your fingers are making a trail soon to be followed by your mouth.

Your fingers continue their way down my body and now I’m stroking your face, looking into your eyes deeply before kissing you with renewed passion. With a tender touch, you slowly run a trail down my body over the robe, teasing me through the thin material. My nipples strain through my bra. The feeling of gentle pressure from your fingers, the lace of my underwear and the silk of my robe are soon too much and I moan loudly.

Wrapped up in the sensations you are creating in my tingling body, I don’t notice you’ve untied my robe until you bury your face between my breasts. You kiss, lick and nip at my exposed flesh. I try to sit up so that I can slide the robe completely off but you stop me.

“Not yet,” you whisper, as you lower your head back to my breasts, kissing every exposed inch before moving your body to kiss and lick your way down mine. Your fingers find my nipples through the lace of my bra to pinch, stroke and caress them. Knowing this is driving me crazy, you simply carry on with your kissing and licking, teasing me mercilessly.

You kiss my belly button and I flinch. You know I hate my belly button being touched so you softly slap my bare thigh to distract me. You look up at me and move that we are again side by side. I stay on my back while prop yourself up on your side to wrap your arm over my waist as you shift your naked body closer to me. The heat of your body being so close makes me turn and face you, just looking you in the eyes. I kiss you once more.

I bring my leg up, bending it, so that I can maneuver over you to straddle you, pushing you over on your back. Placing both my hands on your chest, I can steady as I make myself more comfortable on you. You reach up and slide the robe down over my shoulders. You feel me shudder slightly as you run you fingers down my arms. I lean down to kiss you as you reach behind me and unclasp my bra. It slides down to reveal my full breasts. You slide your hands slowly around from my back to slowly and gently cup each breast, positioning each hand so that my nipples are in between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing ever so slightly. Building a rhythm, I rock my hips ever so slightly on yours, feeling your hardness growing and throbbing in-between my legs against the material of my thong.

Keeping my hands on either side of your head, I continue to kiss you, moving slightly avcılar escort so that I can begin to kiss down your body. Starting with your neck, moving slowly down as you keep both your hands on my breasts, pulling more on my nipples now. Your movements are getting rougher the more I try to work down your body. Not able to get lower than your chest, I work my way back up. Licking and kissing my way with your hands firmly on my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. I work back into the rhythm of our hips.

Just as you start getting into it, grinding your hips with mine, I move. Once more kissing and licking my way down your body. You try to stop me, by squeezing my breasts and nipples but I move fast now, almost jerking my breasts out of your reach.

“Oh, I was enjoying that so…” you start, but don’t bother to continue as you feel me working my way even further down your naked body. You guess where I am heading. Running my hands down your sides, my fingers work faster down your body than my mouth. My fingers find your cock mere moments before my mouth does.

As my fingers work slowly down the length of your cock, my tongue follows the trail made by my fingers, licking slowly down to your balls. As I lick slowly over every inch, you moan loudly. I take that as my cue to slowly ease the head of your cock into my mouth. I take my time to tease you, licking and sucking, letting my tongue flick over your cock. Taking your cock into my mouth, I work you with my hand, slowly building speed. Working into a faster rhythm in time with you rocking your hips, you get faster and faster as you feel yourself coming closer and closer. The taste of you fills my mouth. I stop only for a moment, but I keep my hand moving fast on your cock as I look you in the eyes before returning my mouth to your cock, once more licking and sucking. Working fast, I feel you tense as your cock throbs and you shoot cum deep in my mouth. I lick and suck your cock clean, making sure I get every… last… drop.

You place your hands on either side of my face and gently pull so that I crawl up the bed until I am sitting on your cock. You pull me close to you and kiss me, wrapping your arms tight around me. Somehow you manage to flip me over, so that you’re on top of me, almost pinning me down. As you kiss me passionately and begin to work your way down my body, you take the time to kiss every inch of me. Licking, nipping and kissing my neck, you work your way down. Slowly but surely you work towards my breasts.

Your fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting them. Once more working into a rhythm as you continue to lick and kiss your way down my body. Quickly working down my belly, your mouth finds the top of my thong. You only manage to pull at it with your teeth before giving up and removing şirinevler escort both hands from my breasts, sliding them slowly down my sides. You keep kissing your way down my body, kissing me through my thong. You push my legs wider so that you can kiss my wet pussy through the thin material, applying pressure to my aching clit. The thin lace gets wetter as you work my clit. Your fingers tease the waistband. Your tongue pushes and probes at my pussy, tasting me through my underwear.

Your hands work slowly round my legs, my inner thighs, running up my legs. One hand sneaks back round to my hip while the other works slowly up my leg, your fingers slipping under the drenched fabric of my thong, feeling the smooth lips of my pussy.

“You shaved for me,” you say, not waiting for a response as you lower your head once more, this time your tongue softly licking at the newly exposed flesh. Your fingers slowly pushing my thong aside as your tongue laps at my skin, occasionally flicking at my clit, barely touching. You continue to lick at my cunt lips, sucking on the smooth skin, stopping only to pull my thong down. I lift my hips to make it easier but you stop when you get to my knees, almost forcing my legs together. You keep my legs up and slowly shuffle forward, lining your cock up with my wet hole. Teasing me, you slowly begin to ease your cock into my cunt. You barely enter me before pulling out and sliding back in, repeatedly. Each time sliding in deeper until you have sunk all of your deviously hard cock into my wet cunt. Going slowly at first, gradually you build speed until you are pounding into me. You rest my legs on your shoulders, my thong still around my knees.

You continue to rock your hips, working your cock deep into my pussy. Watching me pinch and twist my nipples before sliding one hand down my body, reaching between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing in circles. My fingers match speed with your hip movements. Working faster and faster, until without warning you pull out. You lean down and kiss me.

“I’m not ready for this to finish, I want to have more fun with you yet,” you say as you kiss your way down my body, taking your time to kiss everywhere. Going from nipple to nipple, you take your time to lick round each one, tongue flicking, sucking and teasing each one, while your hand makes a trail down my body, quickly finding my dripping pussy. Your tongue flicks my nipples as your fingers flick across my clit, almost working together in a rhythm, working my clit and nipples as if they were one. Fingers exploring, finding my wet hole but teasing it, two fingers just there, pushing a little but not going in, as you continue to work my clit and nipple. Your fingers teasing me, I know what you want just as much as you know what I want. But I am not going to give in just yet, I am not going to beg you just yet. And we both know that, this is like a game for us, a way to make things different, how long can I go before I have to beg you to lick me, to take my clit in your mouth and roll your tongue round it, suck it. We both like the tease too much.

To be continued…

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I have a good job; I have been working for Doc Gleason for a couple of years as his secretary receptionist.

At twenty-five I had my own apartment, car and a fiancé that I am engaged to me married to next June.

I live in Grimsby, a small bedroom town about a twenty-minute drive from Hamilton, our closest big city neighbor.

I have been blessed with an attractive body, long auburn hair, iridescent green eyes and 38C breasts. Guys were always hitting on me.

I had learned early in life only stupid girls give it away. If a guy wanted my body he would have to pay.

I had found a way to augment my income. I could easily pick up enough cash in a couple of days each month to cover my rent, car payments and a few other expenses.

Each month there was a “check day”, the day the government mailed out benefit checks to seniors, single mothers, aboriginals and those on the welfare roll. For a couple of days the poor were rich.

At this time an ambitious girl could make a significant amount of cash in a short period of time.

I got home from work shortly after five and quickly showered and put on one of my slutty outfits, a black micro mini skirt and an elasticized red tube top with half my bare boobs spilling out over the top. I was a veritable stop sign for hard ons.

I quickly checked the answering machine and hopped into the Mazda for the short drive into Hamilton.

Like most of the whores I had “my corner”. There is about a six-block stretch on Main Street where the whores wait for Johns to pick them up. My corner was right in the heart of the strip.

I parked my car in the grocery store parking lot and walked the couple of blocks to Main and Emerald Streets.

The police often had policewomen standing on the street as decoys. Most guys knew who they were because while they dressed provocatively they never showed too much flesh.

On the other hand my top was so low the top of my nipples were peeking out, no doubt I was the genuine article.

Traffic was heavy and there were already a couple of whores working. I took my place conspicuously offering my wares to passing cars.

I didn’t have to wait long, in about ten minutes the old Ford pickup stopped where I stood.

I recognized the driver; it was Jim, a previous customer. Jim was a pudgy guy in his fifties. anadolu yakası escort In his younger days he had had a full head of red hair, now it was mostly gray with only traces of red remaining.

“Whatcha have Jim, the usual?” I smiled.

Jim always choose a blowjob, Fifty bucks for sucking his cock topless and swallowing his load. It was an easy start for my night.

Jim leaned over and opened the door; I climbed into the cab with him.

It was a short drive to the rear of a school and soon I had my first mouthful of cock.

It was strictly mechanical. I pulled my top down allowing my tits to pop out and went down on Jim’s cock which he already had out waiting for me. Jim’s cock like everything else about him was average. I took him in my mouth and worked my expertise While I sucked Jim kneaded my tits like two lumps of pizza dough, stretching and squeezing, rolling my nipples between his chubby finger.

He comes quickly, his salty sperm flooding my mouth. I hastily swallowed his cum allowing it to slide down my throat like escargot. I wiped the head of his cock clean on my left nipple.

Jim dropped me off back at the corner with the taste of his cum still fresh in my mouth and his fifty bucks in my purse.

Nobody had taken my spot during my absence so I positioned myself right near the curb conspicuous to the passing traffic.

A couple of passing cars honked their horns and one guy stopped to ask if he could fuck me barecock. I told him that everyone had to use condoms. He offered me and extra hundred to put it in me without a rubber, which I reluctantly declined.

Almost half an hour had passed since I had sucked Jim’s cock before my next trick stopped.

He was a big greasy looking Italian driving a Lincoln Town Car. He wanted to know what I charged for a “trip around the world”, a blowjob followed by a fuck. I told him a hundred and a half and he told me to get in.

The guy wanted to take me to a twenty-dollar motel room at the nearby City Motor Hotel. Although the interior of the Lincoln was more luxurious than any of the rooms at the City he wanted to get me naked and get his money’s worth. Fucking in the car was always a risky thing and I refused to get completely naked while parking.

On ataşehir escort the way to the motel he introduced himself as Angelo Castiglione, the owner of a local used car lot. I noticed the wedding ring on his left hand and thought he would be better off at the gym getting rid of some of his excess weight than jumping up and down on some chick half his age. Well thanks to the Angelo’s I was able to make a few bucks and maybe someday he could give me a deal on a car?

Ang stopped outside the motel office and went in to register with the East Indian guy on the desk. Minutes later he returned with the room key in his hand.

The City Motor Hotel is a two story “U” shaped structure surrounding a pool and the parking lot. Our room was

37 on the second level. We climbed the stairway up to our level with Ang right behind me looking at my ass in anticipation of seeing it naked.

Room

37 was the same as every other room in the motel. The standard double bed covered with a brown chenille bedspread, a tabletop TV securely fastened to the vanity and a closet containing half a dozen of those coat hangers you can’t remove from the rod.

I begin to undress while Ang played with the radio.

My top and skirt came off quickly and then I stepped out of my thong, I was naked and ready to go.

“Nice!” Ang said staring at my bare tits and freshly shaven pussy.

“O.K.” let’s do it!” I urged not wanting to waste time.

The Italian quickly stripped naked and joined me on the bed.

Ang was as hairy as Sasquatch and for a short guy had quite a good sized thick cock, which was fully erect.

While he lay on his back I grabbed his meat in my hand and lowered my mouth onto it. Cock number two filled my mouth.

Angelo was not as easy as Jim had been. He told me he had a gorgeous blonde wife who was very subservient and sucked his cock for him several times a week. The only thing was she had a problem swallowing his guck and it made her gag until she threw up. Because of that Ang insisted that whores swallowed his cum.

He took a long time coming as my tongue swirled up and down and over the head of his cock trying to draw his sperm out of him. I yanked the base of his cock milking it in desperation as my jaw begins to ache holding my tongue ümraniye escort against his meat.

When he finally comes it was a mega load, three big spurts filling my mouth in rapid succession. It was too much to manage, some of it escaping from the corner of my mouth and running down my chin. I closed my eyes and swallowed the rest.

“You suck cock like a pro!” Ang grinned as I devoured his load.

“Thank you, I’ve had lots of practice.” I answered.

“I bet you have, let’s fuck!”

The guy was a bull; he had just filled my mouth with his cream and was ready to stick it into my pussy.

I went to my purse and got out a condom.

“You do the honors.” He said lying on his back.

I grabbed his cock; he was still hard enough to roll the rubber on with no problem.

Once I was certain he was safely secured in the prophylactic I squatted over him and lowered myself onto his shaft.

I have to admit his cock felt good in me. It was one of those nice thick ones that stretched by opening into a tight ring around his shaft. There was a tremendous sensation in my nerve endings as his meat filled me.

“Oh yes you feel so good!” I said as I came to rest on his thighs.

He was now completely in me and placed his massive hands on my bare hips as I begin to rock with his cock trapped in my cunt.

“Fuck me bitch!” he said as I felt his cock rise up in me.

Ang got his money’s worth. I rode his fat cock for about fifteen minutes before he moaned coming in my slippery pussy.

I got Castiglione to drop me off at the Tim Horton’s a few blocks from my corner, as it was time for as break.

The coffee shop was almost empty as I took a seat at the counter and ordered a cup of coffee and an apple fritter. A working girl has to keep up her strength.

There was a real goofy looking guy sitting a couple of stools down from me, a real welfare looking type. He looked like a guy needing his dick sucked so I boldly propositioned him.

“Twenty bucks and I will suck you off?” I offered.

He looked at me surprised.

“I will even swallow your cum!” I sweetened the offer.

Twenty bucks for a blowjob and swallow his guck, that was a deal.

The geek reached in his pocket and produced a double sawbuck.

I did him in the washroom in five minutes.

Returning to my seat I finished my fritter and coffee riding my mouth of his taste.

It was just after ten o’clock and I had $220 in my purse. Another hundred and I would call it a night.

It was after midnight by the time I had found a couple of more Johns to suck off. Tired I headed home hoping tomorrow night would be better.

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An almost true depiction of a meeting between a man and a woman, using the premise of the movie “Sliding Doors”. What would have happened if ….. The point of change at the “coffee”. What really took place was something completely innocent. Hope you enjoy.

Our Sliding Door Meeting.

The nerves had subsides somewhat 2 hours into our “date”, yet each time I looked into your eyes, it was like our souls connected and all I could think of was kissing your lips. At some points it was difficult to concentrate on exactly what you were saying. But I was captivated.

Your suggestion of going back to your place sent a shiver up my spine. Oh my God, could we, would we and even SHOULD we. Hey who was I kidding! This gorgeous, vivacious woman sitting in front of me made me so comfortable, I would have done anything for her.

As we crossed the street and walk towards your home. I wonder, should I hold your hand and offer to take a bag from your retail therapy trip, but you insisted you were ok with carrying them. We walked the short distance to your home and still the banter flows easily, as if we had done this a hundred times.

We go inside and you lead me to your laptop and as promised I show you the interesting websites I had told you about during our frank conversations online and on the phone.

First I show you the Erotic Literature site “Literotica.com” and show you the stories I had written. Sitting there so close to a beautiful woman had my stomach churning and my penis tingling, almost begging inside my head to be stroked or toyed with in any way. I look at you as you read, your eyes transfixed to the screen as you learn more about my former sex life than most ever will.

I am hoping it has aroused you as much as I and I look at you and say simply,

“God I want to kiss you”

You smile at me and I can see in your eyes that you would like nothing better than to do the same. You say, “How about a coffee instead?”

“No, I would definitely prefer to kiss you” I say and we laugh. Our eyes lock and as if by some universal force beyond our comprehension, our lips are drawn together and as they touch for the first time we connect on a level we thought wasn’t possible after such a short time.

Kissing your lips was like kissing a soft silk pillow and I feel myself being consumed with passion and warmth as our kiss takes on a more urgent desire. We break our kiss and look into each other’s eyes.

“We probably shouldn’t do this should we?” You ask me in a whisper

“Probably not” I reply, “Do you want to stop?”

“Yes I think we should, It makes it hard to climb the stairs while we are kissing” you say and take my hand and lead me to your bedroom.

I follow one step behind, which gives me just enough space and an advantage of height, to admire the curve of your buttock in your jeans as you stride purposefully up the stairs.

As we enter your room, I notice it is clean, with everything in its place. halkalı escort Had you cleaned “just in case”?

I pull your hand slightly causing you to turn. I look into your eyes again and come forward to kiss you. Our lips lock in an intimate and sensual embrace all their own. We kiss again and again, our lips parting and the slightest flash of tongue as they dart out, teasing and tasting each other.

My hands run up and down your back under your jacket, feeling the warmth of you knowing I am so close to your skin. I let my hands fall to your bottom and gently squeeze it and as my hands come back I slip them under your red top and feel your warm soft skin for the first time.

I can feel my excitement rising, along with other things. I break our kiss and I bring my hands up to remove your jacket and slide it down your arms. I then go to the hem of your top and start to lift it. I look into your eyes as the rising material uncovers your body, and as it passes over your head and your lips come back into view, I lean forward again ad kiss you passionately.

You now do the same, removing my jacket and shirt. We come together and for the first time our skin and the lace of your lavender bra touches each others skin. I feel you shiver and I know why, because I had felt that spark too. My hands come between us as I unbutton the top of your jeans then unzip them, pushing them over your hips and down your legs and the pool on the floor at your ankles.

You again follow my lead and unfasten my pants causing them to fall almost silently to the floor. Now our hands can explore each other with ease. You pull me to the bed and we lay down as one. It seems as though we hadn’t even broken the kiss as we moved. My hand trails up and down your back over your boy leg covered bum and down your legs, then back up again. I can feel your hands exploring me as well. Feeling my back, arms and chest.

I reach behind you and unclasp your bra. I kiss down your neck to your shoulder and move the strap as my lips replace them. Pulling gently on the strap causing your bra cups to relinquish their hold on your breasts as my kisses circle them.

I roll you onto your back and I kiss your chest as my hands come up to caress your warm soft breasts. You nipples firming in the palm of my hand, I toy with them gently making them harder. I flick my tongue across the tops of your nipples, your eyes close and a slight moan escapes your lips. I kiss them then in turn I suck them into my mouth and again tease them with my tongue as my hand moves further down and my fingers tickle lightly over the top of your lace covered vulva.

Moving down your inner thighs, teasing you, getting so close to your sensitive area before again moving away. All the while my tongue dances across your nipples as they strain to be touched. Sucking and licking them so gently, yet lightly raking my teeth across taksim escort them, then kissing your breasts all over.

I kiss down your stomach, circling your belly button then continuing on my downward trail. Reaching the top of your lace boy legs, I slip my fingers into the elastic top and slowly pull them from your hips, kissing each new inch or exposed skin. You raise your hips so I can remove them and as the slip over your buttocks and I expose you, I kiss your pubic mound and I can smell your heady womanly scent. I can see your knickers are already damp and know you are ready to climb the walls and explode.

I stand and pull your lace covering from your legs then kneel between them and kiss up your thighs, my nose coming in contact with your labia. I can smell your strong scent and it makes my hardness throb, but I will wait until you have exploded at least once before I can be satisfied.

My tongue darts out and lightly traces up one side of your pussy then only slightly avoiding your sensitive clit, trails down the other side. Pressing my tongue to the centre of your wetness, I taste you for the first time. For so long have I missed the taste of a pretty woman and you taste wonderful. I could stay there and drink from you for hours.

My tongue slides upward between your saturated lips till the tip of my tongue touches your hardened clitoris. You jump ever so slightly and your hips thrust forward for more contact. I oblige and circle my tongue around your clit. Your legs open to allow better access and I take the opportunity to open your dripping petals with my thumbs and then lap you up and down, only stopping to flick your clit, making your legs twitch each time I drag my tongue over the tip of your sensitive and throbbing clit.

I can hear your breathing starting to come in short gasps and your hips are thrusting to meet each movement of my tongue. I can sense you are getting close to the orgasm that you have longed for. Your legs start to tense and close around my head, I know you are about to explode so I concentrate on the rhythm I am playing on your clit. Your back arches and I feel you tense as your start to spasm and release the years of pent up tension in one sudden explosion.

Juices ooze from you and I dip my tongue in and taste you. Teasing your soaked folds, making sure to stay away from your overly sensitive clit, till your spasms have subsided. I look up past your pussy, stomach and breasts to see your face, flushed with a satisfied dreamy smile. Your legs loosen the grip on my head as you come down from your heady orgasm. I come up from between your legs and kiss you gently on the lips and pull you to me, holding you close, feeling your soft breasts on my chest. I can feel your heart beating 15 to the dozen and your breath coming in short rapid pants.

I stroke your back, bum and legs as you finally open your eyes and smile at me as we come together and kiss passionately once şişli escort again. Our tongues dance together between soft kisses. I feel your hand moving down my back and over my hip. Snaking between us your hand takes a firm yet soft hold of my hard cock and slowly starts to stroke it. Tracing your fingers up and down my shaft, down to my scrotum, and fondling my testicles, squeezing and rolling them in your hand. I moan and smile at you as your again start to stroke me. Now it is your turn to push me to my back as your kiss my neck and chest, lightly biting my nipples causing them to tingle.

You kiss your way lower, over my stomach and reaching throbbing cock, kiss around the base, then up the shaft, licking the soft sensitive pinnacle under my glans. I shudder and moan.

“You keep that up and I won’t last too long you know!” I say and you look up at me and simply smile.

Cupping my balls in one hand you engulf the head of my cock with your soft lips and suck so softly as you start to slide my cock in and out of your warm moist mouth. I watch as you work my cock with your mouth as you look up at me. I can feel your tongue swirling inside your mouth, around the head of my cock. I stroke your head as you apply such a gentle pressure, I look at you and say “I am SO close”

You take your mouth from my now dripping cock and stroke me slowly keeping me on the brink of orgasm. You move up on the bed, your knees either side of my hips and lean forward to kiss me, I feel your breasts brush over my chest.

You smile at me as you lower your pelvis and I feel the warm wet contact of your pussy on the head of my cock. I thrust up and I can feel my cock slide between your wet pussy lips but not quite making your opening. You move slightly forward as I move back and thrust slowly upward again and I feel your wet opening engulf my cock and you the sit on me, sliding my cock into you in one easy stroke.

You start to move slowly and I kiss you. “I thought we would never do this” I say looking deep in your eyes.

You sit up on me and I reach for your breasts and massage them gently, stroking and gently pinching your nipples. One hand moves to your hip to help gather a good rhythm as I thrust inside you as you come down to meet each thrust.

I look at your body above me, you look so erotic and so totally unaware of your surroundings, and you are consumed in the here and now, the sensory overload of unreleased passions. I can see your eyes clenching and sense you are again close, but I can’t hold on any longer and release deep inside you. Spasm after spasm sends my sperm deep inside you. You can feel my cock twitching and your grind yourself on my pubic bone and come forward to kiss me.

“Let me make this sweeter” I say as I roll you from me and I slide from your now saturated pussy. I kiss my way down your now sweaty stomach, and I go between your legs and tongue your pussy, tasting your juices and my cum, scooping it up into my mouth I bring you the combined gift of our juices and kiss you deeply. Our unique and individual flavours combined make a sensuous taste like no other.

I lay back down next to you and we kiss slowly and softly. I lick your lips and smile at you.

“Now we can have that coffee. I’ll need a bit of recovery time.”

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Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler and Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven’t read the first six stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don’t forget to vote. Enjoy.

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“Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” Taryn wailed. I pummeled her from behind, banging the shit out of her little pussy. She was screaming filthy directives at me at full tilt, and I didn’t care. Fuck the department! At the moment, I didn’t give a shit who heard the sounds of our congress. Consequences, be damned! At this moment I only cared about the fuck! The words, the moans, the grunts were an indivisible part of that. Take them away and everything would be morphed into a vanilla shadow of the current truth. Taryn’s words were the ultimate aphrodisiac. “Ram me. Ram ME! C’mon you goddamn bastard. Make me your fuckin’ whore. Do you like my twat, my tasty little twat? Then fuck it like you mean it, Professor.”

I am not sure where this version of Taryn came from, but I was sure enjoying it. Until now she had been a playful, little nympho, a delectable little tart that liked to tease and toy with my cock. And that was great. The world could always use more women like that. When I bent her over the desk, however, she became a changed and wanton woman. She moaned, writhed, and called out a string of obscenities that would make any civilized person faint. I guess I wasn’t civilized. Instead, I fucked her – deep and hard -, as she demanded.

I stood behind Taryn, my cock thrusting away at her juicy, pink hole. Her teen pussy was so warm and tight, a snug satin glove clutching my dick. I felt that strange sensation a male can only get from fucking a pussy: total comfort and electric excitement wrapped up in a single erotic moment. Taryn was deliciously naked before me. I eyed her long, lithe body lying face down on my desk. Her eyes were wide-open in a feral, bestial state. She appeared delirious, and unaware of anything but the fuck. The fact that her head rested on my open, highlighted copy of Foucault’s Discipline and Punish seemed strangely appropriate. Taryn’s hand was underneath her, playing with her clit, strumming away at her crotch. Her fingers were a blur, as she jacked herself off. The quest for her orgasm would not be difficult.

Taryn’s breaths were coming in ragged gasps, as she launched into her third orgasm of the evening. The first one seized her at the approximate moment I had inserted my dick into her pussy. She was that horny! The second occurred several minutes later, as we were still rutting, doggie-style, on my desk. It had been several minutes since number two. Since then, she had gone through several minor tremors and ripples. Now, though, it seemed that she was about to be hit by another biggie. Until now I hadn’t felt in danger of cumming myself. Sure, Taryn felt great – her pussy was so juicy and tight – but I had already cum two other times that day. The first had been on the cold, tile floor of my dissertation advisor’s office. My professor and I had clawed at each other, as I shot my load deep into her cunt. The second time had been with Taryn. She had given me a long, teasing blowjob that quickly took me to a zone of complete, lustful pleasure. The excitement became excruciating when my officemate, Cindy, came by to pick up her books. Taryn, who was hiding under my desk, played the dirty girl – the cheap slut. She took my cock into her mouth, as Cindy sat just a few feet away, oblivious. Cindy never saw Taryn on her knees, worshipping my turgid cock from under the desk. After Cindy left I couldn’t take the delicious torture, so I painted Taryn’s throat and face with ropes of my spunk.

Taryn looked so radiant beneath me, impaled on my cock. I drove into her again and again, pounding her cunt to a juicy froth. Her pussy was so slick and slippery. It was a warm vice that snuggly held my cock. The slapping of skin on skin was deeply erotic. It pushed me further, driving me harder into her steamy depths. Despite the open window, the office stank of sex. Her arousal filled my nose and made my eyes water. I could taste the tang of pussy on the air. If someone were to come in, it would be over. There would be no denying that I was fucking Taryn, a student, on top of my school-issued desk.

Her taut, athletic body twitched. “Uh, uh, unh. Oh god! UNH!!!” she gasped. I reached down and grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers into her skin, mauling and groping Taryn’s lean flesh with unbridled desire. I spanked her with my open palm. Thwack! She moaned for more. I brought my hand down three more times, reddening the muscular cheeks of her ass. Her orgasm took control as a guttural groan that escaped from her parted lips. The moan was low and lewd. Her hips bucked against me, rotating in a distorted spherical pattern.

That was all the motivation I needed. kadıköy escort Taryn’s orgasm pushed me to mine. I ran my hand up her supple back. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Reaching the top of her neck, I slid my fingers up through her tousled, chestnut hair. I closed them, balling her hair in my fist, and then pulled tight. Flexing my arm, I pulled Taryn up and brought her to me. Groaning, Taryn’s face turned to mine. Her eyes were glassy and encrusted with a fog of lust. Our lips locked, heatedly. Our hunger drove both of us into the other, forcing our tongues into a timeless duel. My arm wrapped around her, holding her close while enabling me to stroke her firm, teenage breasts. Her nipples stood alert and rock hard, against my searching, tweaking fingers. We were standing now, her hands still bracing her sweat-covered body against my desk. My cock drove into her from an upward angle. We were now engaged – full throttle – in a furious, standing fuck. “Oh God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh fuck” Taryn dully moaned. With every thrust my engorged cock, she gasped and rose up on her toes. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her hair violently. At first the movement of our union was fluid, but soon my hips began to buck awkwardly in a spasmodic and jerky motion. I couldn’t think; all rational or intellectual thought fled my brain. There was only the sexy woman and her even sexier cunt that I was fucking. No more! Streams of cum issued forth from my dick, flooding her pussy. The tension drained from my body, as I ground my cock into her with a final shaky thrust. Life was certainly good.

For a moment the world went black. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I lay on top of Taryn, my weight bearing down on her. We both were still gasping from the fuck, trying to find our base line of breath. My head was buried in her hair. A scent of sweet, raspberry shampoo co-mingled with the acrid scent of sweat. I gently kissed her ear, licking and sucking on her earlobes. I felt calm, peaceful, at ease. I had given her everything I could. The fuck took everything out of me. Afterward, there was only pure, tired bliss.

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It was now dark outside. Taryn had left my office a few minutes earlier. While I would have liked to engage in more post-coital cuddling, my office was not the best (or most comfortable) place for that sort of thing. We had made quite a mess. Several books, papers, and pens had been thrown haphazardly to the floor. A mixed pool of our cum puddled on the desk. I wiped it up, while thinking of the last few minutes Taryn and I spent together.

She had said, still bent over the desk with my weight pressing down on her, “Whoa! That was incredible.” I could tell that she was still recovering. She wiped away the sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice was low and breathy, from our previous exertion. “Damn! You can do that whenever you want, Professor. You have an open invitation to visit my dorm room.”

I chuckled and rose off of her. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, and in doing so I uncorked the mixed flow of our juices. It ran freely from her pussy onto my desk. I stood up straight and stretched. Another beautiful girl, freshly fucked by yours truly, was bent over my grad student desk. Where were these crazy coeds when I was in my under-grad years? I guess they were busy fucking their instructors. Whatever. It was my turn now.

“I agree, Taryn. That was absolutely amazing. I am not sure quite where that came from. When I got inside of you everything unleashed. You looked so beautiful lying there beneath me, waiting for me to take you. I just couldn’t hold back. You were very hot, and I wanted you so desperately.”

Taryn stood up off the desk. Flaky, white cum was still encrusted on her face. She said, “You know Professor – I hear, from a nameless source, you like being called that – I am not totally sure where that came from, either. I know I loved blowing you. You cock felt so good in my mouth. It was even hotter when we were almost caught. While under your desk, I couldn’t control myself. I knew I shouldn’t, but your cock was dangling just a few inches from my face. How could I resist? I felt so naughty slurping on it while you were talking to your friend. I couldn’t hold back, either. I had to play with myself while sucking you off. I was totally jilling-off under your desk. Did you know that? I even came once from my fingers rubbing against my clit. It took everything I had not to moan. I was so turned on. I could only suck your cock harder to keep from making a sound.”

She blushed. I couldn’t believe it; this sexy college coed was embarrassed. I took her in another time, really appreciating her naked, teenage beauty. She was so cute. I had to have her one more time, but in a different way. I moved close to her and kissed her full on the lips. I held her to me for a moment üsküdar escort and then slid my hands to her hips. I picked Taryn up by the waist and set her back down on my desk. Her legs wrapped around me, and we continued to kiss. I must have set her down in the puddle, since she squealed, “Ooh that’s cold. And slimy.” I smiled and apologized. Taryn looked at me and said, “You don’t ever have to apologize, after the amazing fucking that you just gave me.”

I leaned in to take her left breast into my mouth. It was so firm and soft; there’s nothing quite like teenage tits. I circled her nipple with my tongue, and then bit it gently. Her tits seemed to be very sensitive. I could stay like this all day, but I had something else I needed to do – desperately. “Fair ‘nough,” I said, “But the same goes for you too. No apologies, ever. I hope it is ok, Taryn, but I must have you one more time. I have been derelict in professorial duties. Now spread your legs.”

Taryn did, while biting her lip. She was adorable.

I spoke again; “There is something that I absolutely must do. I can’t believe that I haven’t done it already.”

“Oh?” Taryn queried, cocking one eyebrow. She looked strangely pure, despite having her well-screwed cunt splayed open before me, “What is that, you dirty, dirty, filthy boy?”

Taryn was so cute. She was a seductive mixture of teen innocence, coed playfulness, and slut horniness. She played each role at the same time with unaware virtuosity. The roles floated in and out, making every moment with her real, unpredictable, and original. I carefully studied her face for a moment and whispered, “This.” I placed my discarded jeans beneath me and kneeled on the tile floor. My face was level with Taryn’s freshly fucked, teen pussy. She was shaved clean, except for a small decorative tuft of hair. Taryn’s puffy pussy lips were open and inviting, while still thick with arousal. Cum drooled from the inside of her molten hole. It was so erotic knowing that I had fueled her desire. It was so hot understanding that I had revved up her beautiful, teeny-bopper cunt. Taryn was hot, horny, and aroused. I could tell that she desperately needed to get off one more time. She lowered her eyes, muttered softly, and then trailed off, “Umm, I don’t know about that….”

I was genuinely surprised, “What? Why?”

She looked at me a little confused. Hesitantly, she said, “You know, um, that you came inside of me? Your cum is in my pussy.”

I looked at her with as much sincerity as I could muster. My voice was low, almost at a whisper, “Yes Taryn. I know, but that makes kneeling before you even sexier. I want to taste you and what we just did. I want to run my tongue along your pussy lips and drink in your juices. I want to taste your arousal. I need to bring you a taste of the pleasure you gave to me. Is that ok, Taryn? Can I lick your beautiful, little cunt?”

Taryn turned a deep shade of crimson. Her mouth moved, but little sound came out. Taryn spoke in such a low tone that she was barely audible, “Yes, I would like that very much. I would like to feel your tongue inside of me. Please do so, Professor.” Where was the animalistic slut that had exploded on my cock just a few minutes ago? How had she faded so quickly into a demure and embarrassed college coed? Even more mysterious, I had never seen this side of Taryn before. I didn’t know it existed. On both previous encounters, she had propositioned me. Taryn had definitely been the sexual aggressor. This was out of place, unless….

“Taryn, has anyone eaten your pussy before?” I asked.

She gasped and blurted out before she could censor her thought, “Is it that obvious? Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be bad.”

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize. Do you want me to go through with this? You just are so beautiful, and I want to make you feel good. Is this ok? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

Taryn interrupted me with a newly found resolve, “Do it, Professor. I’d like to know what it feels like. I want you to do it, and be my first. Please lick me – down there.” She paused a moment. In that split second I could see Taryn’s confidence crumbling, “Just tell me if I taste bad, though. You can stop if it tastes wretched or something. I’m mean it is kinda gross down there.”

I chuckled, “On that you’re wrong, Taryn. You look so lovely. I am such a lucky man to be gazing up at you. Let’s just see what you think.”

I slid my tongue along the inside of her upper thigh. My face was now tantalizingly close to her personal slice of heaven. Pursing my lips, I breathed hot air on the outside of her slippery cunt. Warm air cascaded over Taryn’s most intimate zone. I could see her tremble in surprise, but the experience was just beginning. I kissed her twice, gently, on either half of her shaved pussy mound. I then reached out my tongue and tentatively licked the length of her slit. I could taste the moisture. It was earthy, salty, and tuzla escort a little sweet. Certainly, it was not anything of which to be afraid. Ignoring my own cum, I dug my tongue inside of her pussy, relishing the tang of her juices. I rolled my soft, fleshy appendage around, circling Taryn’s velvet walls. She was clearly very aroused. I could see the goosebumps on her well-muscled thighs. I thought to myself that making her cum, was not going to take much effort.

Enough with being tentative. It was time to get to business. I moved my tongue from her pussy proper, to the precious little clit that stood at its apex. One lick caused her to jump a little, bucking her hips. Taryn was getting her confidence back. She spread her legs wider, lewdly allowing me more complete access to her delicious, pink fuck-hole. That lick also solicited a deep and throaty moan, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels good. Mmmmmmmn! Just like that. Lick it.” Her wish was my command, so I began to lick her pussy in earnest. Round and round I licked, swirling over that little jewel. Taryn’s legs were over my shoulders, her thighs pressing in on both of my ears. I looked up to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed. One hand was playing with a hardened nipple, while the other held her weight upright. Heat radiated off of her pussy. I could feel the liquid, truly starting to flow. I gulped it down, without a second thought. I relished her arousal. I wanted to make this special, a first time that she would remember for years with fondness. I wanted her to be able to think back and remember my tongue loving her cunt.

Taryn’s mouth contorted into an “O.” Her hand that was playing with her tit moved to the back of my head. She pressed me in, forcing me to butt up against her liquid sex. I could feel her bucking against me, spasming wildly in a growing need. She was close. I gripped her rounded hips, digging my fingers into her soft, teen skin, and held on. Finesse was no longer necessary. Instead, I simply aimed to hit the right spot with as much tongue speed as possible. Up and down, back and forth, my tongue flared against her clit. This was not a tease, but rather, a full-on pussy licking session. I lapped at her exquisite juices as they flowed hot and strong. They dripped off of my chin, down the crack of her ass, and onto the floor.

As all of Taryn’s muscles tensed, my face was flooded. She came in buckets. Her liquid arousal covered my lips, chin, and neck. Taryn’s hand pressed my face against her snatch with Herculean force. I felt like I was in the powerful grip of the Jaws of Life. Perhaps I was? Taryn ground her cunt against me, seeking as much friction as possible. Her legs clamped down and I couldn’t breathe, but that was fine since I could still inhale pussy – such a succulent smell!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God! Ohhhhh!” Taryn moaned. Sensing she had passed over the brink I slowed my tongue, bringing down the speed of my licks. Her firm, teenage breasts were heaving and bucking with the molten rush of her orgasm. Taryn’s hand, which had been holding me firmly against her cunt, now was pulling me away. Her fingers dug into my hair and tried to force me back. “No, no, no, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too hot.” she asserted. I looked up her and flashed toothy smile. She smiled back, still gasping for air. Slowly, Taryn was coming down. Why not have a little fun? Be a tease, I evilly thought? I blew hot air onto her sensitive loins, and licked her from slit to clit a final time. Taryn released her grip on my hair, and backhanded the top of my head. “You bastard. I said not to do that,” Taryn said and then giggled.

“Did that feel good?” I said, looking up from between her legs.

“Only a little,” she smirked. “Just kidding! That was great, Professor. I will definitely have to have you go down on me again. Wow! That was hot! I can’t believe that I never made my boyfriend do that for me.”

It was time for me to be surprised. “Your boyfriend?”

Taryn looked a little guilty, but then recovered. “Yeah. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’ll let you eat my pussy anytime you like.” I glared at her as I stood up. “C’mon, that can’t bother you, right? It’s not like you and I have gone out for a dinner and a movie, or anything. We only had sex.”

But it did bother me. I spoke, carefully measuring my words, “Taryn, I agree we only had sex – fantastic, mind-blowing, rock-me-to-the-core sex, but still just sex. But that isn’t what bothers me. I just don’t like being the other guy. I don’t want be the one who is causing the affair. I have been the one was cheated on and it wasn’t fun. It was one of the worst life experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t want to be the one who causes the problem or the pain.” What is it with these coeds? Don’t any of them believe in monogamy anymore?

“You’re sweet. I completely understand,” Taryn said, her tone suddenly becoming very serious, “but I wouldn’t worry too much. This is my decision and I take full responsibility. It is my choice. I don’t know where that relationship is going. He’s a great guy. Perhaps I am in love with him, perhaps not. Whatever the case might be, I am not ready for a total commitment. While I want you to fuck me again, I won’t let him get hurt. I can make that work, I promise. You and I are fuck-buddies; that’s all. It will be our little secret.”

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Disclaimer: All individuals in this work of fiction are above the age of 18 years.

Second followup to “One Fateful Night”

This one picks up directly after “One Fateful Night: The Aftermath” so it would be helpful to read those first.

This chapter is written from Anna’s perspective, the next (and probably final) chapter will be from Julien’s pov.

Please comment if you enjoyed and even if you didn’t, but try to be constructive 🙂

Also comment if you would like to see something specific in the final chapter, I can’t promise I’ll include it for sure, but it will be considered. Thanks!

Happy reading!

The next morning, I was awoken by the warm sun on my naked body. Julien’s arm was draped over me. I held his hand to my chest and snuggled my body back against him. I smiled deviously when I felt his morning wood pressing against the curve of my butt cheek. I laid there for a few more moments before I snuck out of bed and into the bathroom. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. After getting dressed I sat down on the bed next to Julien and brushed my palm across his forehead. I saw his eyes begin to open and he smiled. He looked up at me and I stared down at him.

“Morning sweetie,” I softly greeted.

He just stretched his body and smiled.

“I’m gonna make some bacon and eggs for breakfast, you want?” I asked.

“Sounds great babe,” he replied, his voice hoarse.

“Okay, see you downstairs,” I said, then left the room.

Standing in the hallway, I made my way to Luka’s room and opened the door slightly. Poking my head in I saw my brother just begging to awake,

“Hey Luke, you want some breakfast?” I whispered.

He rolled over in his bed and saw me in his doorway,

“Sure Anna, thanks.”

I finally made my way to the kitchen and started on breakfast.

Twenty minutes later Julien came stumbling into the kitchen.

I had three plates of a rather scrumptious breakfast set out, accompanied by three glasses of OJ. Julien kissed me on the cheek and we sat down. Seconds later, Luka found his way to the kitchen, just as groggily as Julien. He sat and we ate breakfast.

“So, first day off in a while, what are you doing today?” I asked, turning to my brother.

“Hadn’t really planned anything.” Luka mused before his eyes widened, “You guys wanna do a movie day?”

I laughed a little,

“Wow, we haven’t done that since we were kids,” referring to the times that Luka, Julien and I would go to the Cineplex and spend the whole day watching movies. I looked over to Julien,

“Could be fun, lot of summer blockbusters are already out,” he reasoned.

“Okay then, I’m game if you guys are,” I agreed.

We finished breakfast and the boys cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. I browsed the internet while Julien and Luka got ready. When they returned to the living room, we headed to the drive way. We hopped into Luka’s truck and he drove to the movie theaters.

Seven hours, and four movies later we exited the theater into the parking lot. The setting sun was still bright enough to seem almost alien to us after spending such a long time in the darkness of the movie theater. It was just past six in the evening. Luka stopped off and we picked up a pizza before heading home. As we entered the house I set the pizza down in the kitchen.

“I’m gonna change and take a run, I’ll feel really bad if the only thing I did today was sit and watch movies,” I said to Luka and Julien as they helped themselves to the steaming Hawaiian pizza.

Up in my room, I stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and slipped on my white sports bra. Shedding my black thong, I wiggled my butt into my blue spandex shorts, pulling the tight material from the crevice of my pussy. I tied my hair into a ponytail and put on my running shoes. Grabbing my ipod and arm strap I made my way downstairs, finding Julien and Luka in the living room playing Call of Duty.

“See you in a bit,” I announced as I exited through the front door.

I did some light stretching in the driveway before plugging in my earbuds and setting off on my run. When I got back it was already dark out and I was exhausted. I found Luka by himself in the living room.

“Hey, where’s Jules?” I panted.

Luka looked over to me,

“Oh he got a call from work, he’s on a skype conference call upstairs in the office,” he explained.

I nodded and went into the kitchen. After downing a bottle of water I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I peeled my sweaty workout clothes off and hung them behind the bathroom door. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, soaking myself in its coolness. Passing my hand over my crotch, I felt the prickliness of my pubic hair growing back. I reached for my pink razor and lathered my pelvis with shaving gel. I decided to shave myself bare, doing away with my landing strip. After shaving, I lathered my body and rinsed. I got dressed in my comfy cotton shorts and an old t-shirt then wrapped my hair in a towel. I wandered over to the office and poked my kadıköy escort head in. Julien was still on his call; I smiled at him and quickly left.

I was in the guestroom with my laptop and caught myself yawning. It was getting late; I decided to call it a night. I shut my laptop down and placed it on the bedside table, then crawled beneath the soft warm comforts of the covers.

I fell asleep before Julien came to bed but awoke the next morning to his warm body besides mine. I looked at the clock and saw it was 8am. I turned myself to face Julien and looked at him while he slept. He looked so sweet and serene. I smiled cunningly to myself as I stealthily removed the covers off of Julien and I. I sneaked my way down the bed and slid my hand through the fly of Julien’s boxers. As I grasped his morning stiffy, I looked up to see if there was any reaction. Julien was still asleep, calm as ever. I pulled his cock through his boxers and stared at his beautiful manhood. I pressed him against the side of my face and felt his warmth. Unable to stop from smiling, I slid his entire cock into my mouth and began sucking him. Julien’s cock went from slightly erect to fully hard within seconds, it was quite the feeling, experiencing the change in my mouth. I was sliding Julien in and out of my mouth, my eyes trying to stay focused on his face looking for any reaction. When popped his cock out of my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around his bulbous head, I head a soft groan. I slid Julien’s erection back into my mouth a directed my eyes to his face. His eyes were slowly opening as Julien roused from his sleep. As I bobbed my head up and down with fevered pace, I felt Julien’s hand on my head. I slowed my sucking so I could look up at him. I managed to smile with his cock buried in my mouth as he stared down to me. I promptly resumed my wakeup blowjob, lowering my mouth all the way down so my lips pressed against Julien’s dark curls. I could only manage this for a few seconds as I felt myself begin to gag, at which point I swiftly withdrew. I repeated this for a while then concentrated on slowly stroking Julien’s shaft with my hands while I sucked on the tip of his penis. Eventually, Julien’s body jerked and his cock began to spill his cum into my waiting mouth. When I felt Julien’s manhood stop twitching in my mouth, I slid him out and swallowed his semen.

Julien watched as I licked my fingertips then curl up beside him,

“Morning baby,” I innocently said, laying my head on his chest.

He chuckled causing both our bodies to shake,

“Morning Anna, that was quite the wake up,” he complemented.

I smiled then turned to him, pecked him on the lips and left for the bathroom,

“Gonna take a shower,” I informed.

I took a quick shower and got dressed. Julien was just getting out of bed when I left for the kitchen.

“Morning Luka!” I greeted as I strolled into the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl and joined my brother on the table for some cereal.

“Morning Anna,” he replied.

“So what time are mom and dad coming in?”

“Flight comes in at ten, I’m gonna get ready to leave in a bit,” Luka responded.

I looked over to Luka as I ate a spoonful of frosted flakes,

“Do you mind if Jules and I go pick them up? I feel it would be a good opportunity to just tell them and get it over with,” I asked.

“Sure sis, no problem,” Luka replied, before putting his arm around me,

“Don’t worry Anna, it’ll be okay,” he comforted, sensing my nervousness about the situation.

“Thanks Luka.”

Julien joined us and poured a bowl of cereal for himself.

I told him that we were picking up my parents in a bit; he seemed to be okay with it.

Julien and I seemed to share each other’s nervousness as we drove to the airport. I think we must have held hands all the way there. The worrying seemed all for nothing though, because once we greeted my mom and dad at the airport and told them about our relationship on the walk back to the car, they were as calm and understanding as Luka had been.

Now, the four of us were on the way back as my mom told us about their trip to my aunt’s.

“So Julien, how are your folks?” my dad asked.

“They’re doing okay, excited about the new place,” Julien replied, both hands gripping the steering wheel as he cruised along the freeway.

“And how long have you two been sneaking around?”

Julien looked over to me in the passenger seat and we blushed.

We chuckled, both knowing my dad’s frank sense of humor,

“Umm, I guess almost six months sir,” Jules replied.

“Well whatever you two are doing, you better keep it up, because I can honestly say Annabelle has never seemed happier,” my mom chirped in.

I looked to Julien and held his hand over this gear shift; I could feel my face getting redder and redder. His smile seemed to calm me.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before we were pulling into the driveway. Julien helped my dad with the üsküdar escort luggage and mom and I went inside.

The next week flew by so quickly. Julien and I were almost inseparable the last five days and we stole every opportunity to be together, yet here we were, again standing in an airport terminal, ready to say goodbye. I could feel my eyes begin to well up as Julien hugged my tightly. He kissed me on the forehead while I continued holding him in my arms; I didn’t want to let go. We must have hugged for at least five minutes before I finally gave in and unclasped my arms from around Julien’s waist. We kissed on the lips then pulled apart. Julien raised his hand to my face, wiping a single streaming tear.

“Three months baby, I promise, it’ll fly by. I’m buying my ticket as soon as I reach Miami,” he comforted.

I took a deep breath and smiled at him,

“Okay babe, I’ll see you in three months, I can’t wait to have you on campus,” I replied.

After a few more moments of holding hands, Julien finally began to walk away towards his gate.

APPROXIMATELY 3 MONTHS LATER

“You cut your hair!” Julien exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around me. He ran his hand through my now short pixie hairdo and I pressed my lips against his. We hadn’t actually seen each other for about a week. Between me studying for midterms and him getting work done before his weekend trip, Julien and I couldn’t find the time for skype.

“You look adorable,” he complimented as I blushed.

Julien grabbed his bags and we left the airport terminal and walked to the car.

“So, all done with midterms?” Julien asked from the passenger seat while I maneuvered the car through the airport parking lot.

“Yup, all papers turned in and exams done,” I replied.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into my apartment complex, just off campus.

Julien followed me up the stairs to my second floor apartment, trudging his bags along,

“So. . .the roomate’s gone for the weekend?” Julien tentatively asked.

“Yup,” I simply replied, turning around and smiling at him before explaining, “She and a couple friends went on a camping trip for the weekend, I kinda insinuated that I’d be forever in her debt if she made herself scarce this weekend.”

Julien returned my sly smile, “My naughty angel, were you planning on getting up to some mischief this weekend?” he asked rhetorically as I opened the apartment door and let him in. Closing the door behind us, I watched as Julien set his bags down on the floor and I went to him immediately.

Turning him around, I let my hands roam across his chest, quickly undoing the buttons on his casual white shortsleeve shirt.

“I was planning on getting up to some mischief right now,” I stated as I slid his shirt of his body, then leaned in and began kissing him.

Julien’s hands found their way to the base of my light pink tank top and we pulled away briefly so he could lift it off me. We resumed kissing and Julien began to massage my breasts over my white lace bra. I whimpered as Julien moved us to the edge of the living room, pinning me against the wall. I lowered my hands to his jeans and unbuckled his belt. He helped, lowering his jeans and boxers to his ankles, then kicked them aside. I grasped onto his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Julien turned me around and I placed my palms against the wall. I felt his hands on my waist, peeling my grey sweats down my legs. I moaned when he placed his hands on my bare calves and slid them all the way up my things and over my ass. He gripped my black cotton thong and pulled it down to join my sweats in a pool around my ankles. I felt Julien’s warm breath on my neck as he stood up behind me. I arched my body, sticking my butt out till I felt Julien pressing his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. It didn’t take him long to slide his penis between the lips of my pussy and into me. We both seemed to just desperately want to fuck, paying no mind to any romantic foreplay. I pushed my ass back against Julien and his cock filled me.

“Ahhhhh goddd,” I moaned.

Julien began thrusting hard into me,

“Ahh fuck, harder baby, mhmmm, harder!” I encouraged, and he was more than happy to oblige.

The slaps of Julien’s pelvis against my ass filled the room as his turgid manhood stretched the lips of my cunt, slamming into me over and over again. My hands moved from being firmly planted against the wall to roughly squeezing my tits, as I now pressed my face against the wall for support.

“Ohh fuck baby! I’m cumming!” I cried as I felt my pussy begin to convulse.

Julien grip on my hips tightened as he continued his steady rhythm.

I cried louder and louder as I felt my cunt getting wetter. Then I felt Julien thrust hard a final time before he let out an echoing groan and I felt his cock pulse inside me.

“Gahhhh, ahh fuck!” he moaned as I felt his warm cum filling me.

We both stood there for a moment, our bodies covered in sweat, tuzla escort his cock still in me till he began to soften, at which point he gently eased himself out.

I turned around and faced Julien. Leaning my back against the wall, I felt as if I could collapse at any moment. I pulled Julien close and kissed him. I could feel his semen and my juices trickling down my thigh. When I felt I had the strength, I lead Julien to the bathroom where we took a shower.

After our shower, Julien and I lounged about the apartment for a while. Later that night I took Julien to a sushi bar a couple blocks over and we had dinner. After a stroll through the campus we returned to the apartment. We ended up watching a movie on the couch. We must have been pretty exhausted because we fell asleep right there in the living room.

I awoke the next morning to the feel of Julien’s hardon pressing into my butt. I saw that he had moved us to my bedroom sometime during the night. I turned around to face Julien and found him awake staring back at me.

“Morning,” he said.

“I think I like waking up to you poking me in the butt,” I replied with a smile.

“Is that right?” he mused before nuzzling his head into my shoulder, planting kisses on my neck.

I laughed hysterically at his tickling before I rolled out of bed,

“Come on, let’s get some breakfast,” I said, pulling him out of bed.

I made French toast while Julien checked his email. Sitting at my tiny kitchen table near the window, we ate breakfast.

“So. . .how did telling your folks you’re spending Christmas in Miami go over?”

“They were surprisingly okay with it, plus I’ll be seeing them in a couple weeks for thanksgiving and I’ll be there for New Year’s.” I replied. “I can’t wait. . . a whole week in Miami, just you and me,” I admitted.

“Me too babe,” Julien replied.

After breakfast Julien and I pottered around the apartment for the morning then decided to take a walk in the park.

We were sat beneath the generous shade of an oak tree watching kids play and people walk their dogs when my phone rang. It was my friend Sadie, asking if we wanted to join her and her boyfriend, Lewis, for a quick bite to eat. I asked Julien and then told her we would love to.

We sat down in the corner of the familiar sandwich shop that Sadie and I frequented a lot and I introduced Julien to her and Lewis.

“So you’re the wonderful Julien that Anna has been swooning about,” Sadie stated, causing me to blush.

“I hope so,” Julien charmingly replied, placing his arm around my shoulder.

As we ate lunch I was speaking to Lewis about a class we were taking together while Julien and Sadie got to know each other.

“So you’ve really known Anna all her life?” I overhead Sadie asking Julien to which he replied,

“Uhh yeah, I’ve been friends with her brother since we were toddlers, so yeah, I’ve known her for a really long time.”

After lunch, each couple paid their bill and we said our goodbyes.

I took Julien to the campus art exhibition where I loved taking walks and showed him the different statues and art pieces that had gone up in the last couple months.

We picked up some burgers for dinner on the way home and settled on the couch for a movie. When the movie was over I looked outside; it had just begun to get dark. I was laying in Julien’s arms and looked up to him; he had fallen asleep. I smiled and kissed him on the lips, rousing him from his slumber,

“Hey, you know how your birthday was a couple weeks ago?” I asked.

Julien nodded.

“Well I forgot to tell you that I had a present for you, but I couldn’t give it to you till now.”

I smile snaked across Julien’s lips.

“I’m going to take a shower and get ready, I’ll call you when I’m ready,” I said, trying to sound mysterious.

I hurried into my bathroom and had a quick shower. After drying myself, I retrieved the pink Victoria’s Secret bag I had at the back of my closet and laid out the outfit I purchased.

I placed my desk chair in the middle of the room then started to get dressed. Watching myself in the mirror, I slid the black lace thong up my legs, fitting them snugly on my body, then playfully adjusted the pink bows on the sides. I wrapped the matching lace garter belt around my waist and clipped it in place. Next was the black pair of silk stockings. I opened the package and slid the thigh highs on, then clipped the four metal clasps of the garter to them. The final piece was the black lace and mesh skin tight teddy which ended right above the brim of my panties. I adjusted my petite breasts in the underwire cups of the teddy; I had to admit, the garment did a wonderful job of enhancing my cleavage.

I looked at myself in the mirror and styled my pixie haircut as best I could with my hands. I returned to my closet and got the numerous red and white candles I also bought and spread them around the room, lighting each one. I felt incredibly sexy moving around the room dressed in the lingerie, the feel of lace and mesh against my skin was very much arousing. I switched off my bedroom lights once the room was sufficiently lit by candles, then turned on my laptop. I opened up the pop music playlist I made and hit play. I took a last glance around the room making sure everything was set. I sprayed some perfume on my body, slipped on my red bedroom robe then called to Julien.

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Timothy Bromhead finally unjammed the lock of his office door, pulled out the key and staggered inside. He closed the door and slumped against it, eyes closed.

“Thank God, another day over with.” He muttered.

He made his way across his small office to his desk, and flopped down in his rickety chair. It squeaked in protest as it took his weight. He pulled out his keys and opened his desk drawer. The whiskey bottle was almost empty but he sighed in relief as he poured an inch into his coffee mug and swallowed. St. Cuthbert’s School for Girls had a strict no alcohol policy and if that old battleaxe Sister Matilda, the school principal could see him he’s be out on his ear.

No biggie. He pondered how his career at the prestigious school had gone from promising to terminal in the space of a few months. Since his wife Lisa left him his heart had gone out of his work, and his work had suffered. He was now barely tolerated by the school administration. The old battleaxe was a formidable and no nonsense woman, but she had a kind soul, and had been able to find sympathy for the bruised and broken man that Lisa Bromhead had left in her wake.

He surveyed his small office solemnly. It was a typical college professor’s office. Almost stereotypical. Piles of books and papers covered every available surface. The place hadn’t been dusted in ages and had a faint musty odour from the old books, the leather of the old chair and ancient desk blotter, and the general staleness of the attitudes that prevailed in such places as St. Cuthbert’s.

Timothy’s eyes came to rest on his appointment calendar. He groaned. He had an appointment that afternoon. And worse, it was the last person in the world he wanted to see.

He had been avoiding the new girl since she’d arrived. The school was full of attractive, nubile young women dressed in the traditional Catholic girl’s school uniform that seemed to be designed to drive men wild, but he had never looked at any of them in an inappropriate manner. He was the perfect gentleman and scholar. He saw the young women, with their beautiful expressive eyes, fragrant and intoxicating hair, supple bodies and tumultuous hormones as merely his students. Young people who he was charged with educating. And that was it. That is, until Emma Hamilton. She had arrived a week ago and was in two of his classes. She stirred something in him that he thought had been lost forever when his wife left. Throughout the lessons his gaze was continually drawn to her. He found himself stumbling over his words as he addressed the class because he couldn’t drag his thoughts away from her. He was a decent man, and he wouldn’t allow himself to entertain the ideas that popped into his head whenever he looked at her. He was also a man who had been hurt, and much of his ability to trust, and feel warmth or affection to a woman had been lost.

On two occasions the young Ms. Hamilton had approached him after class. He had stood defensively before her, trying to look her in the eyes and not let his gaze travel down to her chest. She’d prattled on, for what seemed an eternity about how much she enjoyed the class, and so forth and blah blah. He barely heard a word she said. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the sentiment, it was just that when she was near him he felt like he was standing in front of a furnace and someone had left the door open. He felt heat travel to his groin and his cock, ever the betrayer would stir uncomfortably against his trousers and his heart beat furiously until finally, she finished whatever it was she was saying, smiled and turned away. He summoned all his will power to not look at her bottom as it wiggled away, but failed.

Then there had been the time she accosted him after school in the hallway. It was deserted as he made his way along it but she’d popped out of nowhere and he was unable to avoid her. She’d smiled at him and told him how fascinating she’d found his lecture that afternoon. There was something in the way she’d looked at him. Her eyes burning into his, and periodically travelling up and down his body. Eyeing him unabashed. Then he had nervously cracked some lame joke and she had giggled and touched his arm. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with me, could she? He thought. Then she touched his arm again. Oh God, she is flirting with me! The thought screamed in his head. Practically on the verge of panic he was actually planning to turn and literally run away from the girl, but thankfully she said her goodbyes and sauntered away. Again his eyes would not be torn away from her ample bottom and he silently cursed his weakness.

So he avoided her as best he could. He had been quite successful until she’d made an appointment to see him. He’d planned to weasel out of it by not going back to his office after classes, or get his friend Clifford to take his appointments for the afternoon. But he had forgotten.

The thought occurred that he might be able to slip away still, but at that precise moment there was a knock at the door.

“Damn.” sarıyer escort He hissed.

He quickly grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table and threw it back in the drawer. Just as he slammed it shut, his door opened and Emma Hamilton poked her head in and said, “Hello professor, may I come in.”

“Yes, come in Ms. Hamilton.” He croaked.

She smiled, stepped into the room and made her way to the chair opposite his desk. He couldn’t help notice that she’d closed the office door and he sighed in dismay. He did not feel comfortable being alone with her.

His eyes surveyed her as she approached him. From her dark curly hair, to her sparkling blue eyes, her ample breasts that jiggled slightly as she walked, her robust hips, her stout and shapely legs. It took him a minute to realise she was standing there, looking at him expectantly. Then he saw the piles of books on the only other chair in the office and suddenly understood.

“Oh let me get those.” He blurted, embarrassed that she’d caught him ogling her, and launched himself to his feet. He walked around the desk and scooped up the books so she could sit down. As he towered over her he was painfully aware of how close she was to him. There was that now familiar heat that seemed to engulf him. He looked down at her sheepishly and smiled. She returned the smile, beaming up at him. Completely of their own volition his eyes darted down to the top of her shirt and her cleavage. He couldn’t’ help notice that her two top buttons were undone and that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He turned away, flushing with embarrassment. He dropped the pile of books on floor and perched himself on the corner of his desk. He snatched a glance at her as she sat down and noticed her pleated, tartan skirt seemed to be shorter than the other girls. She had apparently raised the hemline. A good ways at that. Her legs were exposed high up the thigh as she sat and crossed her legs. He suddenly felt quite foolish in his own deathly unfashionable clothes. His threadbare blazer with it’s leather patches on the elbows not only looked as if it had belonged to his grandfather, it actually had. His green corduroys looked politely 1940s. His whole appearance was the epitome of the bumbling English professor. His wispy, sandy coloured hair and thick rimmed glasses only added to the impression of a stuffy and repressed academic.

“Well Ms. Hamilton, what can I do for you?” He managed.

She looked at him for a moment and then, quite unexpectedly said “What is it about those old blazers that’s so sexy?”

Oh God, this can’t be happening. She was flirting with him again.

She fixed him with a gaze that could have melted stone and for several long seconds he found he was unable to look away. Then he again allowed his eyes to ravish her. Her cute face, and full lips. Her body, plump, voluptuous he supposed was the appropriate word. And her breasts. Oh god her breasts. He could see them straining proudly against the white cotton of her shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible.

Timothy knew what was happening, and what probably would happen if he didn’t find some way to put a stop to it.

“Miss Hamilton.” He breathed, his voice thick with urgency, or was it lust? “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what Professor?” She replied and swooped gracefully to her feet, stepping toward him. “We’re not doing anything, are we?”

He wanted to move away from her but found his legs had lost all their strength. “Ms. Hamilton, P…Please…”

“Yes Professor?” She cooed, and pressed herself against him. “Oh and call me Emma.”

This is it, it’s happening! His mind screamed. You’re not going to let this happen are you?!

The feeling of the girl’s warm, soft body pressing against him was almost too much for him, but with superhuman effort he managed to control himself.

“I know why you’re here at St. Cuthbert’s, Emma. You were thrown out of your old school.”

“Yes Professor. Do you know why?” She breathed, her mouth inches from his ear.

“Yes.” He moaned. “Inappropriate contact. Sexual contact.”

“That’s right. With boys, and girls.” This last word was a whisper as she slipped her arms around his neck and began to grind her hips into him. “Some people just have this effect on me, Timothy. It’s like I can’t control myself. When I want them, I just have to have them. And I want you.”

He couldn’t believe how bold and brazen she was. It was exciting beyond words.

“Ohhh God, but you’re a stu…student.” He stammered.

“Well I am eighteen.” She replied. “And it’s not like I haven’t fucked before.” Suddenly her hand was massaging his crotch. He felt like the top of his head was about to explode.

“You like that, don’t you Professor?”

He put his head back and groaned.

“I’m a bad girl, Professor. I’m a very… bad… girl.”

And then he was kissing her. He threw his arms around her, pulled her in tight and kissed esenyurt escort her passionately. She responded, her mouth working urgently against his. Her tongue pushed it’s way between his lips and slipped into his mouth. His own tongue found hers and they writhed together. His hands were all over her. Running up and down her back, grabbing her butt cheeks and squeezing, kneading, then just holding her by the hips and pulling her into him.

Her own hands were locked behind his neck, pulling him down to her. She pressed her breasts forcefully into his chest and ground her hips into him. As the kissing became more and more passionate, urgent, almost desperate she began to hump her body against him. Her hips thrusting forward, pumping into him. He tore his mouth off hers and gasped as his cock was ground painfully, but blissfully into her. She moaned as his lips found her neck, then her earlobe, taking it into his mouth and biting. Then he slipped his tongue into her ear before kissing around and behind it, then working his way down her neck once more. She squealed in delight and he felt the tempo of her hips increase.

He moaned and clasped both hands to her ass cheeks, then thrust himself forward. He bucked his hips madly into her and she went nearly berserk humping herself against him. They locked their lips together and simply hammered each other.

Timothy could almost feel the heat coming from the girl’s pussy and dreamed of plunging his raging cock into her. It had been so long since he’d had sex. Over the years his wife had been more and more cold toward him and he had felt less and less inclined to be a man in their bed. His natural urges had not abated though, they had simply been denied. Now they would be contained no longer. He yearned to throw this incredible, sexy young girl on his desk and make wild and unbridled love to her but his body began to betray him and he felt his orgasm building. He feared he would cum in his pants before he had time.

“Oh no, oh God, no.” He moaned.

Emma took this as a sign of denial, not longing. That he was saying no to her. She pulled away from him, an expression of hurt in her smouldering eyes.

“You don’t want me? Oh God, Timothy don’t tell me you don’t want me!” She almost sobbed.

“Oh God Emma, no. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. It’s just I’m… I’m… “

“Well I’ll show you!” Cried Emma. “So you think you can resist me, do you?”

With that she fell to her knees and tore down Timothy’s fly. Before he could utter a word she’d released his cock from his conservative, navy blue boxers and slipped it into her mouth.

“Oh my God!” He cried and came dangerously close to toppling off the desk.

Emma took the entire length of his cock into her young mouth and began to slowly, and sensuously suck it.

“Oh Jesus… Jesus Christ!” He moaned.

She worked slowly up and down the shaft. Her mouth never losing the suction. Her cheeks were collapsed inwards, her lips formed a perfect seal on his cock. The effect was immediate. Timothy writhed in pleasure, working his hips around and around. He couldn’t help but put a hand on the back of her head and urge her forward more forcefully. She seemed to like this. “Mmmmmmmmm.” She moaned.

He looked down at her, her gorgeous blue eyes locked on his. The sight of his cock, glistening from her spit, slipping in and out of her mouth, seemed to unleash something deep inside him and he said “Oh yes, suck it you little SLUT!”

He cringed. It wasn’t what he wanted to say at all. He wanted to tell her how much he adored her and how incredibly grateful he was for what she was doing. But the sweet words would not come, all that would come was “Yes suck me. You like that don’t ya, you bad girl.”

He was terrified of how she would react to this but she seemed to respond, pumping her face back and forth more quickly. With more urgency. She even appeared to be smiling at him, smiling with her eyes at least.

As she began to suck harder and more forcefully her hips began to slowly gyrate. She slipped her hand under her skirt and moaned as her fingers slipped inside her soaking panties. She began to buck her hips, fucking herself on her fingers and Timothy could hear the wet, sucking sounds as her fingers fucked in and out of her sopping hole.

This was all too much for the chaste and wholesome Englishman. His body stiffened as his orgasm gripped him. He realised he was ejaculating into Emma’s mouth. Mortified he tried to back away and remove himself from her mouth but she clung to the front of his trousers and pushed her face eagerly into him. She swallowed, noisily.

He collapsed forward onto his knees and took her in his arms. Breathless. Head swimming. Heart thumping.

“Oh God, Emma. That was heaven. Thank you.”

She held him, squeezing him tightly. Nestling his face against her breasts.

“You’re welcome, baby.” She cooed. “You’re very welcome.”

The next day Timothy Bromhead avrupa yakası escort was a new man. He seemed to buzz with vitality. He tore into his lessons with more vigour than he had in years. Although he enjoyed the day he couldn’t wait for it to be over so he could get to his office and meet Emma again. She had asked him if she could come by after classes and he had of course eagerly accepted. He did feel a slight pang of guilt. He didn’t buy into the Catholic rhetoric of sins of the flesh, but Emma was a student, and he felt he was betraying some fundamental trust. A responsibility that all teachers had to their students. But how could anything that felt so wonderful, be bad? And Emma was an adult woman who had the right to choose who she had relations with and who she didn’t. But try as he might he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was wrong, and it was most definitely forbidden. If anyone ever found out he’d be history.

As he made his way to his office after classes these thoughts plagued his mind until he rounded the corner and his office door came into view. She was already waiting for him. To Timothy, she appeared as a vision, and all doubt left him. He didn’t care if it was wrong or not. He couldn’t have cared less if the principal herself had marched up to him then and there and fired him on the spot. Nothing was going to stop him taking that girl in his arms again. Well… if she wanted it, that is. A sudden fear gripped him. What if she didn’t? What if she’d come to tell him she didn’t want to see him again? But just then she turned and saw him and flashed him a smile that told him all he needed to know.

He approached her awkwardly. As nervous as a teenager on his first date.

“Ms. Hamilton.” He said and smiled.”

“Professor Bromhead.” She smiled back. “I err, need to talk to you about an essay that’s due tomorrow, I was hoping you could help me with it. It’s driving me absolutely crazy.”

“I’d be happy to.” He said as he fumbled with his key, then practically bashed the door off it’s hinges in his haste to get it open. The both rushed inside and the door had scarcely shut behind them when they fell upon each other like wild animals. He dropped his brief case to the floor and scooped her up in his arms. She thrust herself against him and pushed him back against the door. They kissed. Wildly. It was as if they had been apart for a year, not a day.

Timothy felt he just couldn’t get enough of her. He thrust his mouth against hers so their lips ground almost painfully together. Their tongues were wild and alive, swirling around in each other’s mouths. His hands were frantically exploring her, groping her. She grunted and thrust herself against him, humping her hips into his own. She lifted one leg and he grabbed it under the knee, his other hand groped for her ass, slipped under her skirt and roughly grabbed her cheek. Then he hauled her into him with all his might. She moaned as his throbbing cock pressed against her.

They began to hump wildly. Their lips parted and they simply looked into each other’s eyes as they fucked frantically into each other.

She began to grunt. Deep, throaty, lust filled, “Uh… uh… uh… uh!”

He panted and moaned. “You’re a very bad girl, M… Ms. Hamilton. A very… bad… g… girl.”

She grinned at him, then put her lips to his chin but instead of a kiss delivered a painful bite.

“Oh God yes!” He cried.

He reached his hand around and under her and his fingers found her panties soaked though with her juices. He slipped two fingers under the thin fabric and probed her pussy. She was so hot there. His fingers eagerly sought her opening and slipped smoothly inside.

“Oh God, Timothy. Fuck me! Fuck me Professor!”

“You like that, do you?” He said as he began to pump her.

“Yes, yes!” She panted. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck my little hole.” He obliged, and banged away at her. She bucked and writhed and thrust her hips onto his hand, desperate to get his fingers deeper into her. He fingered her as best he could but his awkward position prevented him from getting them in deep. She almost sobbed with frustration.

He pulled his fingers out of her and quickly moved around behind her. He pushed her, face first up against the door, lifted her skirt and thrust his hand between her thighs. She moaned and shoved her backside out at him. He began to rub her through her soaking panties and her thighs clamped together on his hand.

He thrust his knee between hers and managed to pry her thighs apart. Then pulled her panties to one side and dove his fingers in once more.

She stiffened as two fingers slipped all the way into her. He began to fuck her with them, madly pounding them in and out. She moaned again from the pleasure of his fingers mercilessly reaming her. Then he pulled them half the way out and rubbed the front wall of her pussy right on her g-spot, and her orgasm came smashing down on her like a tidal wave.

“Ohhhhh God!” She cried. Timothy was dimly aware that someone outside in the corridor may very well have heard that but he couldn’t care less. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers but he continued to rub her. Her juices were flowing out of her, trickling down her legs. She slumped forward against the door and fought to remain on her feet. Her whole body shook and her legs turned to jelly.

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