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The door swings open and Michelle rushes in. Caitlyn barely twitches as she sits on the couch flipping through channels on the television, a bowl of candy sitting before her now primarily full of wrappers.

“Hey, those were for the children, Cait.”

“I only ate the Kit-Kats.”

“Yeah, those are the best ones. Do you want us to have the worst candy on the block?” Michelle flops onto the couch and removes her side bag.

“No,” she says unwrapping another.

Michelle laughs and picks up a generic looking foil-wrapped chocolate.

For a couple moments they sit munching on candy and staring at overdone commercials advertising last minute Halloween deals on costumes, candy, and more.

“So you got a movie picked out?” Caitlyn asks, leaning her head on Michelle’s chest.”

“Huh?” Michelle asks through a mouthful of candy.”

“Tonight. Movie. Pick one?” She rolls her eyes and readjusts her head on Michelle.

“Um, actually. I was thinking maybe we could do something different tonight.”

“What? What do you mean different? We do this every year. It’s tradition.” Caitlyn jolts upright and stares at Michelle.

“I know, but I’m so tired of just staying in and watching movies. I mean it’s great, I love spending time with just you, and relaxing, and handing out candy–or whats left of it,” Michelle tips the bowl to peer into it, “but I wold love to go out with you.”

Caitlyn pushes the wrappers around the bowl. “But it’s tradition.” She says softly.

“I know,” Michelle wraps and arm around her and strokes her side, “just for tonight, baby?”

Caitlyn bites her lower lip, considering. They’d been doing Halloween movie night and passing out candy for six years. She loved being able to just cuddle up to Michelle while being scared out of her mind by what ever horror flick she’d brought home. She loved seeing all the costumes that the neighborhood children came up with. And she especially loved ending the night with a couple shots and light passionate sex that left her satisfied and sleepy.

“If we leave then we can’t pass out candy.”

“No we can.” Michelle rifles through her bag.

“What do you mean? What is it that you want to do?”

“I thought,” she pauses to smooth out the orange and black flyer, “that this year instead of bringing the spooky to us, we would go out and find it.”

A thin, perfectly manicured, eyebrow arches and Caitlyn leans forward reading over Michelle’s shoulder, while she reads aloud.

[ October 31st, join us for a night of pure, delicious, terror. Enter our dungeon maze and find yourself entranced by themes taken from five classic monsters. At this Friday night fright event we’re bound to make you scream–one way or another. Event lasting from 5pm to 12:30am.]

“I don’t know about this.”

“It sounds fun.”

“I suppose it does. Still. How much is it to go anyways?”

“Well the flyer didn’t say but I’m sure it’s not too bad.” Michelle tilts her head to the side, “Cait, it’s at least worth checking out. And if you don’t like it we can always leave.”

“Promise?” Caitlyn pouts.

“Yes.” Michelle assures.

“Ok, we can go.”

It was a forty-five minute drive to the location of the event. Time spent in Michelle’s small sedan, with both of them flipping through different radio stations each time a song they liked ended, and musing what level of scare they were going to endure tonight. Caitlyn loved the adrenaline rush from fear.

Caitlyn rolls down her window and eyes the address listed on the building, comparing it with the one on the flyer. It’s a giant building that looks like it should house cubicles–not a Halloween themed maze. She hands the flyer to Michelle and points at a nearby parking spot.

“Let’s just wait until someone shows up, ok?”

“That’s fine with me,” Michelle replies as she turns off the ignition.

For several moments they wait quietly. Tight knots bloom in their stomachs. What if they had made a mistake. The amount of time spent driving could have well been put to use for other things.

Suddenly, a man and a woman emerge from around the side of the building. Each is sporting a pair of leather pants, but the man isn’t wearing a shirt, just a leather collar. The woman wears a strapless leather bra.

Caitlyn whirrs around to look at Michelle who just shrugs, “costume, I suppose.”

She looks at Michelle for a couple more seconds before looking away and doubtful.

“Come on.” Michelle places a hand on Caitlyn’s thigh, which makes her jump. “Let’s head inside and see what this place is all about.”

An unconvincing smile plays across Caitlyn’s lips as she forces herself to move, unbuckling the seatbelt and pushing open the car door.

A blast of cool air hits them as Michelle opens the building’s door for Caitlyn. Not even a moment after entering the building a woman behind a counter greets them. She pulls out a clip board and several sheets of paper. Caitlyn grabs Michelle by the wrist and shoots the woman an inquisitive glance.

“Cait. We’re Cemre Escort fine.” Michelle pats her hand.

“Please have a seat,” the woman gestures to a soft, black suede couch, “it should only take a moment to fill out this paperwork. Also, if you have id’s I will take those now, just to check, and you can have them back shortly.”

Michelle nods, taking the paperwork from her and sitting down next to Caitlyn. “You’re going to need to fill these out too.” She nudges Caitlyn’s side.

“Holy shit. No.” Caitlyn’s eyes widen and she points incredulously at the forms.

“What?”

“Have you not been paying attention. Do you even know what any of this is?” She hisses into Michelle’s ear. “This is a Dungeon. A real, dungeon. You know. For BDSM.”

“What?” Michelle repeats.

“Yes. Is this some kind of joke? Did you know you were taking us here?” Caitlyn crosses her arms.

It’s not very often that Michelle experiences Caitlyn’s anger, but she can feel the heat in Caitlyn’s ice blue eyes, and at the sight Michelle’s face flushes red. “No. I didn’t,” Michelle mumbles.

“Bullshit.”

“Really. I’m sorry.” Michelle pleads.

Suddenly aware of how quite it is, they both risk a glance in the direction of the counter. The woman behind it is eyeing them both with an amused look on her face. Her chin resting in her palm.

“I can’t believe this Shell.” Caitlyn huffs as she sinks into the couch.

“Baby, I’m really sorry. Like I said, if you don’t want to stay we can go.”

Briefly, she contemplates this. She looks around at the room she’s in. Most of the furniture is soft, plush, black suede. The counter is a fine marble. The paintings are of nude men and women, but tasteful. Occasionally she spots little decorations for Halloween. Tiny bats hang from a vent. Witches decorate a candy bowl filled with an assortment of hard candies. Her eyes fall once again on the smirk of the woman behind the counter, and the pen in Michelle’s hand, poised just above one of the items on the questionnaire. Suddenly her pride is on the line. There is no way in hell she’s going to run out of here, with her cheeks burning red of embarrassment, and her girlfriend chasing at her heels.

“Let’s stay.” A definitive tone hangs off her words.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean we drove all the way out here. Why not give this place a shot. Besides, you wanted to do something new and exciting for Halloween. Can’t really top this now can you?”

Michelle nods and swallows hard. This wasn’t exactly what she had had in mind. She felt that in a way Caitlyn was punishing her for her ignorance. She finishes filling out her information on the clipboard and hands it to Caitlyn, before heading up to the counter to pay.

“So how much do I owe you?”

“Well, since we have a couple’s special going on. It’s ninety-five per person.” She winks at her and takes the credit card in her hand. Just as she’s handing it back along with their ids, Caitlyn returns with the clipboard. She sighs, bracing herself and takes Michelle’s hand.

“Ok, so everything is in order. In just a minute your guide will be here to take you though the maze.”

Just as another couple enters the building–one who obviously knows what they are doing there–Michelle and Caitlyn’s guide emerges from behind a door with her head bowed.

“If you’re ready, Lady Miera and Lady Eva will see you now.”

The room they enter is filled with a sweet, musky scent. A polished wooden table, set in the back of the room, is filled with various alcoholic drinks and an assortment of chocolates.

“Help yourselves,” the guide says, gesturing to the refreshments. “There’s red wine, Bloody Mary’s, various pink champagnes, and a concoction of their own, ‘O Positive.'”

Caitlyn reaches for a wine class. It’s plastic and not filled very high, to which Caitlyn concludes is for safety reasons. She tastes a couple sips and offers the glass to Michelle who is already halfway down a Bloody Mary.

Slowly soft, yet ominous, classical music wafts around the room note by note. It draws their attention in, scanning for the source. As they look for the cause of the music, they piece the contents of the room together. The walls are made to look like grey stone bricks, and sconces line the walls every so often with a fake burning flame. The most substantial light shines down from a chandelier, but even that is dimmed. Vanity mirrors hang above a dresser. In the very back, centered against the wall, is a king sized bed, with deep red, velvet curtains hanging down, obscuring the view of two women.

Caitlyn gulps down a larger portion of the wine than she had intended and tightens her grip on Michelle’s hand. “Look.” She breathes softly.

Michelle eyes the dark silk sheets carefully. Slowly, one of the women rises up. She pulls the other woman up with her and smiles at the couple.

“Did you have a nice nap?” The first one coos as she stretches and nuzzles her neck.

“Of course darling. I always do when I sleep next to you.” Cemre Escort Bayan She twists her fingers in the first one’s hair and tilts her head up to kiss her. “Mm. You still taste like the last woman we had in here.” She dabs a bit of red off the corner of her mouth and licks it from her fingers.

“Oh, Miera. You shouldn’t. It appears we have guests.”

Miera glances over her shoulder at them, smiles and turns her attention back to the girl in her arms. “Eva. I’m feeling hungry again.” Her mouth parts and fangs are exposed before she lowers them on to Eva’s neck.”

“Miera.” Eva closes her eyes and arches her back. Her nails dig into the exposed flesh of Miera shoulders. When Miera finally pulls away, a thin trail of red is left trickling down Eva’s neck, and Miera’s chin. Eva leans in and runs her tongue over it. A larger portion of Eva’s hair knots its way in to Miera’s hand.

Slowly Miera runs her hands along Eva’s matching silk gown. When her fingertips reach the edge, she pulls the fabric up, carefully inching it over her thighs.

Eva licks along Miera’s lips, teasing them before she kisses her. Their bodies move together, passionately, rhythmically, indulgent. They slide lusciously across the bed, moaning louder, moaning quicker.

A knot forms in Caitlyn’s stomach, and she finds it hard to breathe. She looks over at Michelle who watches the scene unfold as though she should be taking notes. When she finally senses Caitlyn’s eyes on her she smiles.

“Interesting, huh? Vampires making out.” She whispers softly.

Unsure of how to respond, Caitlyn moves closer to Michelle and watches in the same manner.

Just as Caitlyn finishes her glass of wine, Eva extends a hand. “Look Meira. We have a couple of voyeurs.” She laughs at the slightly offended look on Caitlyn’s face.

“Why yes, and I think they want to join us.”

Neither of them moves from where they stand. They become statues at the look of impatience on the face of the two vampires.

“Come here,” Miera repeats.

Slowly Michelle takes a step forward.

“Shelly!” Caitlyn whispers.

“I want the blonde.” Eva smirks nodding to Caitlyn.

The vampires emerge from their bed and glide over to where the couple stands. “Come, come play with us.” Miera says, her voice as eloquent as the melody floating in the air. “Sit here, in this chair.” She shows Michelle to a chair made of the same polished wood as the table. “If you’re good, and do what I say. I will reward you.” She smiles at Michelle, and then Caitlyn.

They each nod. Eva brings a chair and sets it behind Caitlyn. “You sit too.” Without a thought, Caitlyn complies.

“Good,” Miera approves, “now both of you close your eyes.

They each suck in a breath before following their instruction. As soon as their eyes close, a long finger greets the curve of each neck.

“If you’re good. If you do exactly what I say, I can bless you with a vampire’s kiss.”

Michelle nods and Caitlyn offers more of her neck to Eva.

“So eager to please. I love it.” Eva continues. “We’re going to bite you–softly–and you’re not going to giggle.”

Caitlyn braces herself by holding onto the seat of the chair, and Michelle shift her weight to her feet. When they appear ready, the vampires lower their fangs onto their victims neck, carefully scraping their teeth along the curve. It tickles, but neither makes a noise.

Eva smiles proudly, but Miera looks disappointed. “Good,” she says holding Eva’s stare, “now we are going to bite harder, and you are not allowed to squirm.”

Caitlyn who is used to having her neck bitten, stifles a moan. Michelle, however, tenses under Miera’s fangs. She draws herself up and walks away from Michelle, laughing.

“Tsk.” She wags a finger. “I said don’t squirm. I can’t reward you for disobedience now can I? But this lovely lady.” She runs a long slender finger below Caitlyn’s chin, forcing her head up.

Miera moves to one of the drawers and pulls out a black and pink vibrator. Michelle eyes the toy carefully, praying that she’s guessing wrong about what is going to happen with it. She turns it on a low setting and places it on the inside of Caitlyn’s knee.

Using every ounce of willpower she can muster, Caitlyn focuses on holding still. She watches as Miera moves the vibrator up her thigh while increasing the speed and continues to stifle moans as Eva sucks and bites at her neck.

Instinctively Michelle places her hands on the edge of the chair, ready to push herself up and claim her girlfriend, but she stops at the sight of Caitlyn’s pleasure. Just as the vibrator nears her inner thigh, Eva bites a little harder, and they manage to coax a moan out of her. The two vampires pause briefly and smirk at each other, pleased with themselves.

Miera places herself between Caitlyn’s thighs and uses the vibrator on the other one, using her hand to work out the spasming muscles on the other side. Eva’s hands twist into Caitlyn’s hair, and Michelle swoons at the blonde tangles wrapped Escort Cemre around the vamps fingers. Another moan escapes from Caitlyn and Michelle swallows hard.

Caitlyn looks across from her to Michelle, her eyes smoldering with lust, her lips parted and breath heavy. Michelle’s chest seems to set itself on fire, and she struggles between pissed off at watching her girlfriend get off on these fanged woman, and being turned on.

Eva smiles at the expression on Michelle’s face and pulls Caitlyn’s shirt up her waist, stopping just before her breasts. She locks eyes and continues to suck at Caitlyn’s neck as she drags her fingernails up her stomach.

Forgetting the rules of the game, Caitlyn arches up, pressing her flesh deeper against Eva’s nails. Slowly Eva pulls away, letting Caitlyn stay in her aroused state.

The mess of blonde hair falls from Eva’s fingers and Caitlyn follows Eva’s retreat with her eyes. When Miera moves away she relaxes her muscles and shoots Michelle an apologetic glance. Michelle returns it with a nonchalant half-smile and rises from her seat, crossing the short distance to kneel at Caitlyn’s feet.

“Come Miera, I think we’ve given these mortals all they can handle. And I’m feeling sleepy again.”

“Of course my love.” Miera take’s Eva’s hand and once again they are kissing on the bed between silken sheets.

“Come,” the guide says, stepping away from the wall, her head still bowed. “You still have quite a ways before you are free of the dungeon.” The couple slip through a door on the opposite side of the room, close to the bed, and Caitlyn wishes she had taken a second glass of wine with her.

The room that the guide leads them to next is much brighter than the first, and covered in golden and silver objects. It’s just a little warmer too. Masks hang from the walls, and the room is covered in strange symbols and multicolored animal statues. The counters in the back are much like the one in the other room, lined with various alcoholic beverages and candy.

In the center of the room is a young woman. She has jet black hair, and bronze colored skin. Her eyeliner is done heavy and in beautiful swirled designs across her face. Her lips are thick and pink and curved upward to match the mischievous gleam in her eyes. The dress she is wearing is fashioned from some kind of textured fabric, and wrapped around her body.

Almost at the same time it clicks for the couple, what kind of monster she’s supposed to be conveying. And just as quickly they realize what their next encounter is going to be.

Caitlyn glances over her shoulder for where the guide is located and then back over at the woman playing the part of a mummy. The woman moves toward the two of them, her focus on Michelle. As she walks she undoes the binding on her body, from the bottom up. Underneath their Egyptian Goddess wears a string around her waist, with almost see through light blue fabric covering her arse and pelvis. She unwraps herself further, fully exposing wide alluring hips. She stops just before Michelle and finishes removing the wrapping. Her chest large, just as tan as the rest of her body, and bare, bounces out as she drops the cloth to the floor. Michelle swallows and watches with her cheeks turning red as the woman grabs her side just above the fabric and tucks her fingers in.

“Welcome, to my tomb.” She gestures around the room with a sweep of her arm. She circles the couple, and once behind them orders them to get on their knees. She nods approvingly.

Suddenly she straddles Michelle’s legs. Her breasts press into Michelle’s back and she slides her hands down Michelle’s arms. “I want to tie you up,” she breathes into Michelle’s ear with the most exotic accent she’s ever heard, sending chills up and down Michelle’s spine. “Good. You want it too.”

The woman moves to one of the walls and pulls down a roll of light pink tape and some rope. Caitlyn gives Michelle a don’t-you-dare look, but she’s too preoccupied by the giant ankh tattooed on her back to notice.

“I’m not sure I like you with clothes on.” The woman smiles, setting the items down on a series of stone slabs meant to be a bed and beckoning Michelle forward. Michelle begins to fumble with the buttons on her white long-sleeve shirt, but Caitlyn’s hands close over Michelle’s fingers.

“Let me please.” Caitlyn says in barely a whisper. She chooses to leave off the ‘if you really must let yourself be tied up while half naked’. Michelle nods and her eyes flicker between her girlfriend and the woman holding the rope taut in her hands.

“Splendid.” She rises from her perch and sets to work. Binding wrist to ankle, shoulder to body, around thighs, hips, and neck. Her eyes scan over Michelle, who is now clad only in a bra and boy shorts and rope. Her index finger trails from the blade of a shoulder down to the curve of Michelle’s ass.

“I’m going to do things to you,” she pauses for effect, “at your girlfriend’s request.” She focuses intently on Caitlyn. “Anytime you ask me to do something, you must say Mistress Aria.”

Caitlyn feels her jaw drop, but nods. Could she? Could she really ask this woman to do what ever she wanted to Michelle? She places a hand on the small of Michelle’s back and smiles when her eyes close at her touch. “Mistress Aria. I want you to run your nails up Michelle’s back.”

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After arriving at the office early the next morning, I started my workday the way I normally do, with a cup of coffee in the employees’ break room. Michelle was already in there, sipping her coffee from a styrofoam cup and talking with two of the other interns.

When she saw me, she grinned sheepishly and walked over to where I was standing, adding creamer to my coffee.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, smiling and stirring my coffee with a thin plastic straw.

“Never better! I feel great!” she said. “And how are you?”

“Well, I had an interesting night,” I hinted suggestively.

She asked in a whisper, “Can I see you again tonight? Maybe I can make it just as interesting.”

“Of course,” I replied. “Same time, at my place?”

“Yes, but be ready early, and don’t prepare anything. I have a surprise for you!” she said slyly.

The day crept by slowly, and I found myself distracted with the thoughts of the pleasures of the previous evening and with wondering what that nineteen year-old might be planning for my “surprise.” I had difficulty in concentrating on my work, because in my mind’s eye, I kept thinking back to the night before, seeing her slipping off her tiny panties in my bedroom, and exposing that lithe young body.

I left the office promptly at five PM to make sure I was at home well before she arrived.

Michelle rolled into my driveway again, early this time, and she hopped out of her car. She was wearing denim “Daisy Duke” short-shorts and a white tank top. The summer sun was still shining and warm, and she was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to cut the glare. She had left the car running.

“Let’s go, I want to show you the surprise that I have planned!” she called, and I stepped out the door of the house and began walking to her car. I got in the passenger seat, and she took her place on the driver’s side.

While Michelle drove, we made small talk, and didn’t say anything about the previous evening. She had the radio turned up loud anyway, so serious conversation was impossible. She drove fast, well over the speed limit, and a few minutes later we were at the entrance to a large municipal water reservoir, which was surrounded by a park that was open to the public.

The park was heavily forested, with several small clearings and paths that crisscrossed its many acres. There were numerous streams, small lakes, and ponds. During this time of year, there would normally be a handful of picnickers or hikers, but at nearly seven in the evening there were few visitors. We drove into the nearly deserted park and pulled the car into a small vacant lot.

“Let’s go, I want to get there while there is still some daylight,” Michelle said. She opened the car trunk, took out a blanket and a large basket, and began walking at a brisk pace toward the woods.

“Where are we going?” I asked. Although I knew most of the park well, we were heading to a part that was unfamiliar to me.

“You’ll see. Come on!”

I quickly followed, and I saw Michelle enter the heavily wooded forest by a small, nearly invisible footpath. It was too narrow for us to walk side-by-side, so I followed a few paces behind her. She moved quickly and effortlessly – she obviously knew where she was going. I hurried a bit to keep up.

After walking for about ten minutes, the path opened up into a small clearing, and the clearing was on the edge of a remote part of the reservoir. The sun, starting to set and reflecting in the water, created what professional photographers like to call the “golden hours” – the time at dusk or dawn when the sun is low in the sky and the light is best for capturing photographic images.

Michelle carefully placed the basket down Ostim Escort and spread the blanket in the grass about twenty feet from the edge of the water, and she walked down to the small strip of sand. She slipped out of her sandals and touched her toes in the cool, clear reservoir.

I trailed her down to the edge of the water, where Michelle was idly trailing her toes and creating small ripples in the otherwise placid calm. Both of us were silent until she spoke.

“You know, last night was an incredible experience for me. I have been thinking about it all day,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“That was the first time I ever gave someone a hand job, and it was the first time I ever gave someone a blowjob, and it was the first time anyone ever performed oral sex on me.”

She paused for a moment, and turned to look at me. “I really appreciated the way you were gentle with me, the way you took your time. It made me feel desirable. You have awakened my sexual urges, you made me want you.”

“Now, I have thought about this a lot, and I am curious to try some other things with you tonight. First, though, I want to go for a swim – I have been wanting about a nice cool dip all day.”

“Well, I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I said.

“Neither did I,” she replied slyly.

With that, she tossed the baseball cap to the sand, and placed her sunglasses on top of it. Without hesitating, she grasped her tank top at the waist and pulled it over her head.

She was braless, and her nipples were rapidly becoming prominent in the cool early evening air. She unsnapped her shorts, and slid them to the ground. She was now wearing only a light blue thong.

“Well?” she looked at me, eyebrows raised expectantly.

I quickly undressed while she slipped out of her thong. We both stood there nude, and I was already semi-erect. Michelle tried to appear casual and uninterested, but her eyes lingered on my hardening cock.

We waded into the cool water until we were waist-deep, about 20 feet or so from the shore. Michelle dove forward, and she begin to swim with effortless strokes. I quickly followed, working to keep up, as she sliced through the water.

We kept the pace up for about ten minutes, and Michelle turned around to go back to the shore. Once we got back to the spot where she had placed our blanket, she produced two towels from inside the basket and handed one to me.

“How did you find this place?” I asked, toweling my arms and chest. The cool water had had no effect on my stiffening cock.

“Oh, I have been coming here since senior year in high school. My girlfriends and I used to come here in the summer, and we would go skinny-dipping and drink beer.” She added, “This is the first time I have ever been here with a guy, though.”

She dried herself off, then stepped behind me, and used her towel to finish drying my back. She gave my ass a playful squeeze after she dried me off.

I turned to face her, and she dropped her towel. We pulled each other close, our naked bodies touching, and kissed each other deeply for several moments. My rising cock was brushing against her waist.

We stopped only briefly, caught a breath, and kissed again, our tongues probing and darting in each other’s mouths.

Michelle moved slightly away from me, brought her right hand to my chest, and let her fingertips lightly trace a path down to my waist, and then lower. She moved her hand to my cock, stroking me slowly and making me harder and harder.

I began kissing and licking the base of her neck, while my right hand reached over and cradled her perfect little breasts, first one and then the other. I let my fingers brush gently over the hard buds Escort Ostim of her nipples.

With her eyes still closed, she turned her head toward me and her mouth sought mine again. We kissed deeply, our mouths opening and tongues exploring each other hungrily. We sank to the blanket, our mouths locked together the entire time. We were half-sitting and half-reclining on the blanket, holding each other, kissing and fondling, and saying nothing.

I reached between her legs. She parted them slightly for me, allowing my fingers access to her moist slit. I found the prominent nub of her clitoris and began gently teasing it with my forefinger, touching it lightly, rubbing around it, and stroking the side of it.

A groan escaped from Michelle as she lay down completely on her back, and she rotated her hips a bit to allow me to have better access. I could feel that she was already slick with moisture, and I continued to play with and tease her clit with my fingers. Our mouths remained locked together, and I could feel her urgency growing as I continued to caress and stroke her in between her legs.

After several minutes of this foreplay, Michelle’s body tensed and she brought her legs tightly together, nearly locking my hand in place on her clit. I increased the pressure of my stroking, and she began to moan and whimper. This went on for several more moments, quickly reaching a peak.

Her entire body froze for an instant, and she arched her back as she cried out. Her spasms continued for several seconds, and her body trembled and shook uncontrollably. She pressed her pussy hard against the flat of my hand, grinding vigorously as she brought herself satisfyingly over the edge. My hand was damp with her wetness.

There is nothing that turns me on more than a woman having an orgasm. I love to see and feel a woman lose control like that, focusing on nothing but reaching her climax, uninhibitedly moaning, groaning, crying out. I was so excited that my cock stood nearly straight up, and I was urgently in need of my own release.

“Oh, that felt good!” she said, turning on her side to look at me. “When you make me come like that, it feels so much more intense than when I masturbate alone at home!”

I chuckled a little, and said, “Yeah, that is how I feel, too. It’s very different when you are lucky enough to share that with someone else.”

Michelle lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand. “I want to do everything with you tonight. Being naked outside in a secluded setting like this, with the sun going down in this beautiful place, has me really turned on.”

“Really? And what exactly did you have in mind?” I asked playfully.

“Well,” she said, “first of all, I want you inside me. I have been thinking about you all day, and I want you to be the one.”

She paused and added, “I have had a lot of opportunities with guys my own age,” Michelle continued, “but I want you because you are older and gentler, more mature, and you showed me last night how much you really care for me.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I lay there silently, toying with her hair, and looking at her. We kissed again, and continued kissing and holding each other.

After a few minutes, I positioned myself in-between her legs, and began to tease her swollen clit and the slit of her pussy with the head of my rigid cock. The tip glistened with her wetness, and I stroked her clit with my cock in the same way as I had my fingers, tracing light circles around it, followed by teasingly inserting just the head of it inside her pussy.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have a condom,” I said hoarsely.

Without opening her eyes, Michelle reached down and took hold of my cock, Ostim Escort Bayan positioning it at the entrance to her pussy, and she thrust her pelvis forward and upward in anticipation. My cock slid in easily about two or three inches.

“Don’t worry about it. I have been using the pill since high school to regulate my periods, and I want the real thing tonight!”

I began a slow shallow thrust, pulling almost completely out, and continuing to insert only the first two or three inches of my cock, and Michelle gasped with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh,” she said as she spread her legs a bit wider, and I repeated the shallow stroke inside her pussy over and over. She began to whimper, obviously wanting more. She opened her eyes, and looked down at our coupling.

“Oh, God, that is hot! I can’t believe how sexy that is!”

I started to push a little deeper inside her, varying my thrusting a little. About once every ten strokes or so, I inserted the full length of my cock. This unexpected pleasure took her by surprise, eliciting a gasp. I continued the exciting pattern, alternating several shallow thrusts with a deep, slow full insertion, each time getting a response, literally taking her breath away.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmured appreciatively. “This is wonderful, please don’t stop. I want to feel all of you inside me!”

After several minutes of this teasing, both of us were beyond ready. I felt like I was going to explode, so I slowly inserted the full length of my cock deep inside her pussy, and I began to grind our pelvises together.

The pressure and the rocking motion quickly brought her to climax, and her eyes were closed tightly as she began to come in waves, over and over.

“Ohhhh, ohhhh,” she gasped, as her spasms became more intense, and her body rocked involuntarily against mine. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, and I could feel her pussy tighten around the base of my cock.

She moaned with the pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm beginning to form, deep in my groin. My balls started to tighten, and I began to thrust more in earnest.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I cried out. There was no turning back now, I couldn’t stop if I tried. My body tensed from head to toe, and my orgasm was incredibly powerful. The muscle contractions sent warm pleasurable waves from my cock through my entire body, and wave after wave kept me moving inside Michelle. The intense sensations continued for a few minutes as I continued pushing my cock deep inside Michelle’s pussy, only stopping when I was drained and could no longer move.

I collapsed on top of Michelle, and I felt her arms encircle me. I waited a moment, and then gently uncoupled my cock from inside her pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Still positioned between her legs, I sat back and watched, fascinated, as my come oozed from inside her. A large milky glob seeped from her opening.

Michelle reached down with her finger, touching the large drop of white liquid, and then rubbing it over her labia and her small neat patch of pubic hair. She smiled the enigmatic smile of someone who has been fucked thoroughly and enjoyably.

“Oh, was THAT good!” she said. “I could actually feel you coming inside me – I didn’t know that was possible! I could feel your cock twitching inside me, and then I could feel the warmth and the wetness when you came!”

We both collapsed on the blanket, and gave ourselves a chance to recover from our exertions.

After a short time, Michelle put my shirt on and I slipped on my boxer shorts. Although the sun had completely set we were still comfortably warm. Michelle opened the basket and brought out two sandwiches and two beers, and we talked and ate.

When we finished our picnic supper, Michelle and I got dressed, packed up our blankets and towels, and we began to walk back to her car.

“Let’s go back to your house. I want to be in your bed again,” Michelle said, “and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

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Although some of the content is embellishment, combinations, or outright made up, most of the people, places, and situations in this tale are true. I am therefore telling it in the format of one of THOSE stories that you read here, where the author can only sit down for a little while at a time, releasing the information in multiple short posts.

I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide what things did or did not happen.

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Annie

I was twelve when I first met her, the woman that I was certain at the time I would marry. It wasn’t my first such proclamation, there had been others. But they had only been girls, those early childhood crushes. First was April, who in 1967 lived just up the street from me, but she only had eyes for Davy Jones, lead singer of the Monkees. Then was Lorri, whose long, silky blonde hair I could gaze at for hours, from my assigned seat behind her in the third grade.

This, however, was to be THE ONE. Straight, tall, and thin, yes, she was that. But it was her smile. As I watched her standing up at the altar, maid of honor at my oldest Missoula cousin’s wedding, I would see only that smile. She stood up in the front of the church, next to her very best friend, and I missed most of what was going on as I gazed upon her.

I kept her in sight all through the ceremony, planning out how I would ask her to dance at the reception, sweep her off her feet with my charm. I would convince her to wait for me to grow old enough so that we could run off together. But it turned out that there was a completely separate party for the youngest of us, back at the house. Away from the adults. My family drove back home to eastern Washington the next day, and I didn’t see her again for quite some time after that.

Not until nine years later in fact, when in 1980 I was once more back in Missoula at another cousin’s wedding. This time I had driven myself three hundred miles from my latest landing place in Gardiner to be there. I had told my parents that I would represent the family for them, but I was wondering on the entire drive if SHE had been invited too, my mind resurrecting those dim memories of another wedding long before. I had never forgotten her.

Sure enough, there she was, sitting all by herself towards the back on the groom’s side, with nothing but open seats all around her. She looked absolutely lovely in a long skirt and summer blouse, waves of dark black hair surrounding her face, just as I had remembered her from so many years ago.

I slid into the one on her left, asking “Is this one taken?” She threw me a sharp, questioning look, her eyes narrowed, then glanced at all the empty chairs around us. I ignored all of that, putting out my hand instead, telling her that we had met before and where. It was all true of course, so she relaxed and we started talking while we waited for things to get started.

“I can’t believe that I don’t remember you.” she said at one point.

“That’s because we never got to dance the last time.” I replied. “If we’d danced then, I would never have let you go again.”

Her eyes went wide then, her head turning to look at me more closely. “You look awfully young.” she said, searching my face for something.

“I really do.” I shrugged. “It’s a curse.”

I watched her intently as she seemed to think about this for a moment, then come to a decision, leaving that behind. The conversation continued. I can’t remember what all we talked about, although her life for the past nine years was part of it.

“Maybe if I’d danced with you first that night, before Greg,” she said at one point, “I wouldn’t have married him and wasted five years of my life.”

We went on and on like this, first just looking at each other, then both feeling the need to touch, then more. As we spoke, I would catch brief, sudden glimpses of her body beneath her blouse, as her movements would sometimes open up the tiny gaps between her buttons, or widen the one at the top where those same buttons stopped.

Before I knew it, I had missed another cousin’s wedding vows because of her.

The rest of that event was a blur, although I do remember my Aunt giving me a number of very pointed looks, and one of my cousins taking my new date up a nearby hill for a few minutes of a private talk. With the late afternoon sun just behind the two, that light summer dress became almost invisible, a fact that I took every advantage to observe. After a rather animated discussion, including many looks in my direction, she came back to my side, leaning her mouth down close to my ear, looking directly at my cousin as she did so.

“Take me home.” was all that she said.

We took her car, and we didn’t speak again for a full half hour, not until she had pulled up in front of a small house. After she turned off the car, she Şentepe Escort turned and looked straight into my eyes, searching for something.

Then she finally asked her question. “Lynne’s not kidding, is she? You’re only twenty one?”

I didn’t answer her. I only took both of her soft hands in my own, looking once more into her face. We sat like that for a while, each studying the other’s eyes for, something.

She spoke again, a question, but not a question. “At least tell me that I won’t be your first.”

Once again, I did not answer.

Finally, she turned away, reaching over to open her door. “I’m going to hell for this.” she whispered, more to herself than to me. As her door began to open, she said, “Come on in. We might as well go there together.”

We went into of her house, its darkness a contrast to the bright sunshine outside. I watched her body move under the thin summer outfit, long legs scissoring back and forth, leading up to a rounded ass. She closed the door quickly behind us, then began to nervously pace around the room, running her fingers through her hair as she did so.

As if she suddenly remembered my presence, she stopped and looked up at me, saying “I need a drink. Are you thirsty? Go get me some wine or something.” Looking me over once again, she let out a sound of frustration before going into a back room.

I searched her kitchen, but was unable to find any wine. I did come across a bottle of Jack Daniel’s though. Pouring into two tumblers, I quickly emptied mine, then refilled it and carried both with me while I waited for her to return.

While waiting, I looked around the tiny, cluttered house. On one wall were pictures, most with her in them. In one, a much younger version of her sitting on a horse, my oldest cousin on a second horse beside her. It appeared that she had three brothers. Big, quiet, Montana men, the kind that probably didn’t look too kindly on having their sister taken advantage of.

It was then that I noticed the highly reflective glass covering a picture of her with a man. Or more accurately the reflection in the glass, as in it I had a pretty clear view through the slightly open door and into her bedroom. She was changing her clothes. Already down to her bra and panties, I could see almost her entire body at last, covered only in those two lacy items of clothing.

The view was not good enough for me to make out too many details, although I could see well enough when she removed the bra. The curves of her ass, cradled in those thin lace panties, held my interest just as much as the much smaller breasts, each lifted up by their own stretch of cloth and lace. Reaching her hands behind her back, she expertly undid first one clasp, then another…

I gasped as her naked breasts came into my view for the first time. Large pink nipples tipped her small, firm tits. I had been stealing glimpses of those inside of her blouse all day, but seeing them in their entirety made me instantly hard. They were not at all large, those beautiful breasts, but were instead just right, as Bob Seiger would say, “way up firm and high.”

These were my first real naked breasts, and I was not at all disappointed by the fact that I only saw their reflection. Soon enough, I imagined, I would be seeing them first hand.

She must have heard my gasp, because she turned her face my way to see what I was doing. I was glad now about the lack of a detailed view, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to tell that I had been watching her. My heart racing, I held my breath, hoping that she would not discover my invasion of her privacy. As she held one arm strategically across her bared chest, we each watched the other like that for what seemed like a long time, then, slowly shaking her head, she moved further into the bedroom, out of my narrow line of sight.

I had to sit down then, plopping myself down in a big overstuffed chair, my back to the bedroom, and taking a big drink from my glass. I sat that way for a few minutes, wondering if I was about to get thrown out of her house.

“That’s Greg.” she said from behind me.

“Huh?” I replied. I’m known for my witty banter.

“Greg.” she said again. “The asshole.” she added. Looking into my face as she reached down and took her drink from me, she must have read the confusion in my face.

“The picture that you were staring at,” she said, throwing back her entire drink in one gulp, “was of me and Greg, my ex husband. I keep it there to remind myself of just how bad life can be.”

Glancing over at the picture, she said “Wasn’t that what you were wondering? You were looking at it for quite a while.”

She leaned down, so that one hand was on each arm of my chair, and her face was up close to mine. Nodding to her empty glass, she added with a smile “Get me another.”

As my gaze Şentepe Escort Bayan moved from her face to the empty glass, I couldn’t miss the sights on the way. She had changed clothes all right. No longer wearing the light, frilly summer dress from earlier, the delicate white sandals, the lacy items under it all. She had now donned a scoop-necked light pink t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs with the top two buttons undone. No bra this time. The shirt was loose enough, and the neckline was low enough, that in that gap I could see down to the open buttons on her cut-offs, the lacy tops of the panties that I had seen reflected before, and much, much more above them.

So firm were they that they did not so hang from her chest, they simply descended, soft twin cones of tan, and white, and pink. Unable to tear my eyes away, I could feel myself growing hard again. She had to have noticed that, for as I was looking down her shirt, her face was right above mine, looking down at me. She finally placed her hand under my chin, tilting my head back so that all I could see was her deep brown eyes.

“We’ll get to that.” she said, pushing her glass into my hand, then lifting herself up from the chair arm. “For now though, I would dearly love another drink.”

Taking the glass, I tried to do just that, but she remained right in front of me, so close that our bodies touched when I stood up. One arm went around my neck, one went down to my very evident hardness, alternately squeezing and stroking it through the light dress pants that I had put on that morning in preparation for a wedding. A little pressure on my neck, and I was feeling those soft cones pressing against my chest, our skin separated only by two layers of fabric.

Before I could begin to enjoy that feeling though, her mouth suddenly covered mine, her tongue driving between my lips, tasting me. On an unexpected sensory overload, I could not concentrate on any one thing, her strong hand, her soft breasts, her probing tongue. I was so overwhelmed that the thought of using my own hands on her didn’t even occur to me.

At least I began to return the kiss though.

As suddenly as it had begun though, it was over. Releasing my member as well as my neck, her hands moved between us, now pushing herself off of my body. Licking her lips, she cocked her head and smiled widely at me.

“You’ll do.” she said, stepping back even more now. “But first…” she trailed off, tilting her head towards the kitchen.

I got the hint, and, downing my second drink in just the way she had done her first, went to refill both glasses.

I needed to collect myself, to think about what was going on, so I took my time getting the drinks refilled. Turning around to face her once again, I noticed that she was staring at the picture.

The one that I had been watching her reflection in earlier.

Oh crap, I thought. She can see it. I had been found out. I took a deep breath, and handed her the glass.

“You can see a lot in this picture, can’t you?.” she said, taking the drink, looking straight at me. Certain that the next thing to come out of her mouth would be about me watching her undress, I simply nodded.

Then she seemed to change the subject. “I was twenty-five when we got married.” she said. “That was eight years ago.” She turned to look at the picture once again, lost in her thoughts.

“Am I what you’ve been dreaming about all those years?” she asked, almost absently. “A used car, old, discarded, left in the back field to let the grass grow all around me?”

She wasn’t making any sense now, or at least I was lost. I did what came to me instinctively though, walking up behind her, and surrounding her with my arms.

“What could I possibly have that you would want?” she wailed. “My hair is too black, my boobs are too small, and my butt is too big!”

“Young guys want blue-eyed, busty blondes, not an old, lumpy, string bean like me!” She began to sob, leaning back against my chest.

I suddenly got it.

“That’s what he used to tell you, wasn’t it?” I asked her, slowly rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

After a moment’s pause, she nodded.

Continuing with my moving hands, now reaching her shoulders too, I said, “He must have said it a lot.” Taking a chance, I added, “Especially after he started cheating on you?”

Another pause, she began to say something, then, just another nod.

I put my drink down on the mantle, next to his picture, then took hers and placed it beside mine. We did not need them anymore.

The fresh scent of her long, buoyant hair in my nostrils, my hands resumed their travels along the outsides of her arms, their downward paths now reaching her hips. I made the decision. It was now or never, and I would have to be the one who started.

So, the next time my hands Escort Şentepe traveled up, they were on the fronts of her arms. After that, I was brushing ribs with fingertips, hands moving inward with each upward path, until I came to the beginnings of an outward swell, and I paused…

Her body tensed at that contact, she pushed her back hard against me. It would have been difficult for her not to feel the firm rod now resting against her back, nestled between the rounded, denim-covered hills to each side.

I waited to see what she would do next, each hand just touching the sides of a breast, my hardness surrounded on either side by her bottom.

She waited with held breath for a moment as well, until finally realizing that I was asking, not taking. In silent reply, her trembling hands slowly rose to cover mine, moving them inward just enough to completely cover her, squeezing her fingers into mine so that they formed cups, cups that held only her. At the same time, she moved her hips, first to one side, then the other, finally back to the center. The motions sent jolts of pleasure along the length of my member, as her soft curves rolled me underneath.

Her hands retreated then, leaving mine still in place, still covering her breasts, able to feel their soft, silky texture, the gradually stiffening points beneath. In this dance that we were doing, her meaning was clear to me.

It was my move again.

For some people, their first time was in the back seat of a car, or in a cheap hotel, maybe in a bed at their parent’s house when older ones were away. For me, it was on the floor of that cool, dark living room, hearing every sound from outside. Singing birds, distant lawn mowers, a bouncing basketball down the street. And from inside as well, the sound of hardness plunging into wetness over and over, of deep breaths in, then out. Cries from us both, as we began to climb to a mutual peak, pleasing each other in ways that I had only dreamed of until then.

I felt myself slide inside of a woman’s body that day, a feeling completely unlike any other. Sinking into the heat, the wet, silky channel, the welcoming suction, giving a feeling that you belong that way forever. My length slowly traveled in, then out, bumps and folds inside brushing across the sensitive head of my cock. Skin against skin, our legs sliding across each other, our hips meeting, then retreating.

So many places there to hold, to rub. Places that no woman had ever let me touch before, firm, soft, naked breasts, the full cheeks of her ass, the smooth skin of her stomach giving way on one end to solid hips, on the other to hard ribs. Running my fingers along the outside of her sex, thin walls drawn inside of her as I slid in, bulging back out on the return.

My first feel of the sensitive button at the top of those same lips, the tiny nub, wet with her juices. I learned to alter angles to change feeling, each different direction providing contact in its own way.

I felt a woman shudder and shake in ecstasy for the first time, feeling from the inside as her muscles clamped tightly around me, holding me deep, pulling me deeper. From the outside as her chest heaved against mine, stiff nipples sliding and jiggling against my skin. I kept driving myself into her, even through that, looking straight into her glazed eyes while I kept pounding, pushing until at last…

So many firsts. So much to learn, and an eager partner, willing to teach me. I remember lying on my back looking up, my hands caressing her breasts and letting her do all the work, watching the expressions cross her face as she slowly ground herself onto me. We were both exhausted at this point, the slow, gentle rocking of her body on mine was as much as either of us could manage. Her bed was a shredded mess beneath me.

Tiny whines came from her as she rocked back and forth. Moving both hands off of her breasts, I ran my fingers across her legs, her thighs, her belly, reaching back to grab her cheeks and pull her more deeply on, to me pull me more deeply in. There were so many juices that we couldn’t seem to get enough friction between us.

She finally collapsed on top of me, too tired even to roll off, our bodies still joined as I rolled us onto our sides before we both fell instantly asleep.

We did so much more over the weekend that I lost count of how many times, and ways, and places we pleasured each other, she on top, me on top. On the bed, the couch, the kitchen floor. Face to face and from behind. On our knees, on our backs, even standing, holding her legs up and apart while pounding in with all of my fury.

More than once I tasted my juices mixed with hers as they poured back out of her, my face buried between her legs, my tongue between her folds, licking her to still another peak. Sucking her hole clean, only to return soon after with another harder, longer tool, filling her with my seed once again.

We took breaks to eat, sometimes to sleep, only leaving the house once to retrieve my car.

It was after twelve on Sunday night when I finally forced myself from her arms. I had 300 miles of driving to do in order to be at work by eight.

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She closed the door and pressed herself against his back, sliding her arms around his waist. She could smell the clean tang of fresh cotton, mingled with the subtly spicy notes of expensive cologne. She brought her lips close to his ear, so that he could feel her breath as she murmured soft words,

“Thank you for dinner Simon, I hope you weren’t disappointed with the company.”

He smiled and replied equally softly, “The company enchanted me so much that I barely recall eating. Are you sure you’re not really a witch who’s cast her spell on me?”

Alison chuckled softly and slipped her arms around his waist. Her breath was hot on his ear as she snaked her tongue out and flicked the tip against his earlobe. She smiled against his skin as she slid her hands over the crisp, white, cotton of his shirtfront, until her fingers touched the smooth disc of a button. Simon lifted his hands to the neck of his shirt, unfastening the bow and the collar button. Alison’s fingers had already slipped two buttons through their matching buttonholes and spread the pleated front of his shirt. She slipped her hands inside and spread her cool fingers over his skin, feeling the heat against her palms. She pressed herself more firmly against his back, kissing the back of his neck and leaning her head against his broad shoulder.

Simon gently removed her hands from inside his shirt and turned to face her. She slipped her hands back under his shirt and leaned her head against his chest. She could feel his heart beating within his chest and, with her ear against his skin, hear it like the distant boom of thunder. Simon dipped his head and brushed his lips against the side of her neck.

The touch of his lips made her gasp, “Oh Simon.”

Simon kissed the tip of her earlobe, tracing the delicate whorl with the tip of his tongue.

“Alison, my love.” He murmured in reply.

Now it was Simon’s turn and he reached behind her to the tiny hook and eye at the neck of her dress. A flick of his finger and thumb undid the fastening and Alison smiled, the curving of her lips like a caress against the base of his throat.

“You’ve done that before.” she giggled.

“Not often,” he whispered, ”and this is the first time it worked.”

He took hold of the tab on her zip and slowly drew it down her back. The soft, sheer material slid down to fall in a heap around her ankles. The points of her nipples pressed against the white lace of her bra, the aureoles dark smudges through the material. She arched her neck, offering her smooth neck to him. He bent his head and kissed the base of her throat, his lips hot against her skin. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her skin, tasting the sweetness. She purred, deep in her throat, and her chest heaved for a moment, as she almost forgot to breathe.

He lifted her chin with a fingertip and pressed his lips against hers. Slowly, sensuously he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting their sweetness, before he explored her mouth. His tongue caressed her, exploring the edge of her teeth, the smoothness of her cheek and then twining with her tongue. He eased his tongue back sliding it out of her mouth, then thrust forward, hard and deep. She moaned, softly, into his mouth and then sucked on the tip of his tongue, holding him there.

Their senses swimming, they broke the kiss, gasping.

“Simon, I love kissing you.” Alison breathed.

“And you kiss beautifully.” Simon gasped in reply.

His hands slid slowly along her back and paused when the reached the fastening of her bra. It took him a heartbeat to unfasten the hooks and eyes and ease the straps Macunköy Escort down her shoulders and along her arms. The lace caught, for a moment, on her nipple scraping it gently like a fingernail, making her whimper as the sparks of pleasure ignited her nerves. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, trapping his arms for a moment. She leaned forward and kissed his hard nipple, biting gently and smiling at the sound of him growling deep in his chest. He wriggled his arms in the sleeves of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching up between their bodies, he cupped her breasts in his palms and squeezed her breasts gently, trapping the hard points of her nipples between his fingers. He stepped forward, moving her back towards the bed. Another gentle squeeze, rippling his fingers against the taut skin and he pressed her back a little further. Her legs bumped against the edge of the bed and she sat on the duvet, and then leaned back, stretching her arms over her head like a tigress.

“Lick them Simon,” she implored, “lick my nipples.”

Simon leaned over her and blew softly against the hard, dusky, points of her erect nipples. Then he touched the tip of his tongue to the hard point, swirling it gently over the very end. Alison closed her eyes and drew her breath in sharply. Simon blew gently on the moistness, watching her already swollen nipples grow a little harder and bigger. He pursed his lips and gently kissed the bud of tender flesh, drawing it into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue.

Alison ran her fingers through his hair and pressed his head to her breast, her nipples aching to be caressed more firmly. Simon twisted his head away and blew gently across the wet nipple, watching the skin pucker as it cooled under his breath. Lifting himself on his arms, he leant over her and kissed the curve of her neck softly. He moved his mouth along her neck leaving a trail of moist, gentle, kisses against her skin.

“You’re beautiful. “ Simon murmured, “I could kiss you forever.”

His hand slid over the curve of her tummy, pressing against her panties, making the soft material cling to her damp skin as his lips caressed her jaw, then her cheek. As he kissed her mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips, he pressed his finger against the tip of her clit, through her panties. She gasped into his mouth, a rush of her sweet breath filling his lungs. They broke their kiss as she whispered,

“Oh Simon, I hope not. “ He frowned for a moment and she continued; “I want you to more than just kiss me. I want you to possess me, make love with me. Oh darling, fuck me.”

Simon smiled broadly; the change from the proper educated lady to sluttish wanton excited him.

He drew his hand along the inside of her thighs, then back over the material of her panties, until the tips of his fingers pressed against the waistband. Slowly he pushed the tips of his fingers under the material, feeling the heat of her, as he touched the edges of her pussy. He stroked a nail across the tip of her rigid clit and felt her whole body stiffen, as though she had been electrified. Curling the finger he slid it easily into her pussy, feeling the heat and the wetness of her sex. He looked deep into her eyes and whispered,

“You’re so wet darling, you’re almost dripping.”

She blushed and cast her gaze downward and then looked back at him. He arched his hand and pushed the material of her panties down. She arched her back, pressing his finger deeper into her pussy as he slid the panties over her bottom. A wriggle and a kick of her legs pushed them down to her ankles and onto the floor. Macunköy Escort Bayan Simon stroked her smooth skin, dragging a fingernail very lightly along her pussy, before slipping it slowly into the wet opening. He leaned over and kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips and his finger into her pussy with the same, slow, seductive rhythm. She felt the ripple through her muscles as she was ever so gently stretched and her eyes widened as she realised that he had slipped two fingers into her pussy and was slowly opening her. His thumb brushed her clit lightly and she felt the jolt that turned her insides to liquid. All she could keep in her mind was the feel of his mouth and his touch as he explored her body. He broke their kiss, his fingers still inside her, and kissed her jaw, and down her throat. His warm moist kisses trailed across her breasts until he could take her hard nipple between his lips and bathe it with his tongue. Gently, he nipped the hard bud between his teeth, sending a surge through her body as though her nerves were blazing trails of gunpowder.

Slowly, he moved his mouth lower, over her tummy to the smooth triangle at the top of her thighs. He ran the tip of his tongue along the lips of her pussy as he slowly moved his fingers in and out, twisting his fingers to caress her. Hot, sweet liquid gushed over his fingers as he explored her, then, with his other hand, gently drew the hood of skin right back from her clit and ran his tongue slowly all around the hard bud. Alison screamed softly as he kissed the tiny bud, his lips caressing the sensitive tip. He thrust his tongue deep into the glistening pocket of her pussy, tasting her and lapping gently at her pussy, sticky and damp from the sweet fluid gushing over her thighs.

“Oh God, Simon I’m close, so close,” Alison cried.

Simon gently closed his lips around her tender clit and slowly sucked. He ran his tongue over the tip of her clit and caressed the tiny shaft with his lips, as he slid three fingers into her pussy, gently but firmly stretching her.

Alison cried out in a half groan, half howl, “I’m cummminnnng!”

Her body arched and she thrust herself towards him, her whole body trembling, no vibrating, like a plucked harp string. The arching of her back and the rippling of her pussy drew Simon’s fingers deeper inside her and stretched her a little more. Simon flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit and sucked once, hard. Alison’s eyes were round in disbelief as she came harder than she had ever done before, harder than she believed possible. Her pussy gushed, flooding her thighs and splashing out onto the bedclothes. She was gushing so much that she thought she heard the hot nectar splash onto the bedclothes. Her limbs as weak as water, she fell back onto the bed, gasping and speechless.

Slowly Simon slid his fingers, wet and glistening, out of her pussy and, as she watched licked the wetness from them. Then, the smell and taste of her pussy still in his mouth, he kissed her forcefully. Her own taste on his lips and tongue excited her beyond belief and her pussy rippled again, an aftershock to the orgasm that had ripped through her. He reached down to run his fingers over her pussy and she felt the muscles ripple and almost cramp. She moaned wordlessly and reached out for his cock, taking him between her hands and stroking gently. Dimly she realised that he was tremendously excited and that his cock was hard and swollen. She marvelled at the size of him and shivered at the thought of his cock filling her pussy. He touched her clit again and she felt the muscles of her pussy clenching Escort Macunköy hard. She knew that she would not be able to take him in her pussy, not at least until she had calmed a little and some of the sensitivity hard worn off. She ran her fingers over his cock, feeling the gentle throb of his blood beneath the skin. Raising herself she pushed him back laying him flat.

“My turn.” She smiled wickedly.

Simon had no chance, nor wish to fight her and lay back as her hot mouth caressed his chest. Her teeth nipped in tight lines down his chest moving down his belly. Instead of kissing his cock or balls, she kissed the tender skin inside his thighs, parting them so that she could move her mouth higher. She kissed the tight sac holding his balls and cradled his balls in her long fingers. Opening her mouth, she kissed and sucked upon his balls, taking them into her mouth one by one, savouring the weight of them. Her finger caressed the sensitive skin behind his sac, teasing him mercilessly. She kissed along the length of his shaft, feeling the skin beneath her lips. Her hand stroked the length, moving the velvety skin over the hardness beneath. Gently drawing the skin right back from the head, she blew gently on the swollen glans. Pouting, she pressed her lips against the tip, flicking her tongue all over it, like a snake. Simon groaned and trembled as he fought down the urge to thrust his cock between her lips and into her mouth.

Alison smiled and opened her mouth to slip him inside, the head of his cock sliding past her lips. She swirled her tongue over and around the head, tasting it as she ran the tip around the rim of his glans. She lowered her head slowly, engulfing him in her warmth and then, sucking his rod she eased her head back, almost slipping him from between her lips. She kept him teetering, not quite in her mouth and not quite out of it either, then plunged back down, bobbing her head against him. She teased him with her mouth, revelling in the feel of him between her lips. She would suck gently, and then blow cool air across his slippery cock, before sucking hard against his shaft. She rested the head against her lips touching the slit with her tongue and then take him so deep he was sure she would gag on him.

Simon could barely cope with this and he felt the tightening of his balls. He was sure that she had felt it as she cradled his swollen heavy sac but she carried on sucking and licking at his cock. He knew that she disliked the thought of semen in her mouth; in fact the thought revolted her and he raised his voice,

“Alison I want to come. I’m very close, you’d better come here, so I can fuck you.”

Alison just looked up, his cock still in her mouth and very deliberately slid her lips right to the base of his hard shaft, then lifted her head.

“ What makes you think I want to do that, and not to suck you off right here and now, just like this?”

Simon was speechless, lost for words, as Alison took him back into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the glistening head. She bobbed her head slowly on his cock, getting faster and faster until he was shaking with the effort of holding himself in check. She could feel the pounding of the blood through his body and just as he was about to pull away from her, she flicked her fingernail against his taut perineum. It was too much and with an explosive gasp, followed by a howl, he spurted into the back of her throat. She swallowed again and again, drinking him down until his sac was emptied, literally, into her belly.

Letting his cock slip from between her lips, she lay beside him

“Actually, you taste sweet and citrussy.” she said, as they kissed.

“Better than you expected?” he asked.

“Much more so.” she replied, kissing him again. The faint taste of him on her lips excited him again, but Alison pressed him back onto the bed.

“Patience, my love.” She admonished “We have all the time there is.”

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CHAPTER 1

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I was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in California before moving on towards the Great Plains. This was the land of opportunity, but life was not easy in Middle America for a couple of uneducated Chinks and two small children.

Still, all of their hopes and dreams were for our success. My younger sister and I attended local schools as often as possible, and every extra penny they had went into providing for our educational needs. They dreamed that I could grow up and be a doctor or lawyer, live a better life.

We were on our way to a new job in the next state over when my dad fell asleep at the wheel. He and my mom had been driving in shifts for the last two days straight in order to make it to the new job on time. Our battered truck flipped into a ditch, and the next thing I knew, Child Services was delivering me to a dusty building where a weather-beaten couple was waiting for me. A sign by the road read “Masters Farm”.

A kind but overworked and exhausted social worker was talking to my new foster parents. They were signing some paperwork and then the social worker handed them a check. She turned and pointed to me. “His family died in an accident off Route 47. We don’t have any record of where they were headed or where they were coming from. Just a family of undocumented Chinese. But the boy’s got a US birth certificate; he speaks perfect English, and responds to the name ‘John’.”

‘Responds to’ is right. My name is “Chon”. Hell, they had my birth certificate which spelled it out for them. But after trying to get that point across for several minutes I just gave up. John sounded close enough to Chon anyways.

The social worker gave me a tight smile and then climbed into her car, driving away in a cloud of dust. My new father, a big man, bellowed in my general direction, “Johnny, get over here, boy!”

Oh how I missed my teddy bear at that moment. I hadn’t seen it since the accident. So with my eyes downcast to the dirt, I had nothing to hug but myself as I trudged forwards and followed my new parents into the house.

They sat me at a worn but serviceable dining table, and settled into the chairs opposite me. I did my best not to cry while they laid down the ground rules. First off, I was to call them “Master” and “Ma’am.” Ma’am went on to place a bowl of pea soup before me, which I ate quickly and hungrily while Master explained my situation.

“The government is only giving us pennies a month for you, and you’ll damn near eat that much alone. So you’ve gotta earn your keep around here, see? You’ll have chores all day every day, starting at six o’clock. You come right here and see me every morning and I’ll tell you what you need to do for the day. Except on Sundays. That’s the Sabbath. Understand?”

I just nodded my head yes.

Before I realized it, the side of my head was splitting in pain and Master was leaning over me, his open palm cocked for another slap. The tears were flowing freely from my eyes now. “You say ‘I understand, Master.'”

“I understand, Master,” I managed to burble out.

“Smart boy. Now part of the deal is that you’ll get some schooling. Now I think that’s a waste of time for a farm boy, but a deal’s a deal; otherwise they’ll stop giving me checks for you. Understand?”

“I understand, Master.”

“Good. You learn fast. I like that. Now when you’re finished with your supper, Katie’ll show you where you’re sleeping.”

For a moment I thought he was referring to Ma’am, but even as he said this, Ma’am turned and hollered out the backyard, “Katie! Get in here!”

Moments later, a young girl about my age came running, fear in her eyes as she stopped in front of Ma’am, rigidly at attention. “You’ll wash up Johnny’s bowl and then take him to the Barn. Understand?”

“I understand, Ma’am.”

“And you say hello to Johnny.”

Katie turned to look at me. Her eyes were the clearest blue I could imagine. “Hello Johnny. Pleased to meet you.” She came forward and scooped up my bowl, quickly moving to the sink to begin washing it. I noticed some light bruises fading on her arms and face. Nothing serious. But I understood this was a family that believed in corporal discipline.

Master explained, “Social workers brought us Katie last year. She’s a good worker. We’re hoping you’ll be a good worker too.” He turned and looked to his wife. “Heck, maybe we should get us a coupla more orphans and we won’t have to do nothing ’round here no more!”

The bowl and spoon were quickly put away, and then Katie came to me. She took my hand in hers, and led me out the back door. From that first day, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She reminded me of a doll I’d Yenikent Escort once seen in a toy store. Strawberry blonde hair, round cheeks, bright blue eyes. I’d never been at a school long enough to make real friends before. I hoped she would be my friend.

***

The first week was really rough. It took me a while to get used to saying “Master” and “Ma’am” after everything I said, and I had the bruises to prove it. They weren’t bad people, mind you. It was just their idea of discipline. And there were so many things to learn. I’d never really worked a farm before. As a kid, I’d usually just help my parents picking fruit or small jobs like that. We’d be around for planting or for harvest, then move on to the next job. All the tasks I was used do doing were handled by other hired help. Now I was suddenly expected to milk cows, saddle horses, and do all the daily things involved in running the place.

Already I was starting to learn the Rhythms of Life: Tragedy, happiness, sadness, love. One day I’m crying. The next, I’m laughing at one of Katie’s little jokes. Life goes on.

In hindsight, the overwhelming nature of my new life was a blessing in disguise. It kept my mind off of my family. I never got to mourn them, I was just forced to adjust and keep on living. Kids are pretty resilient that way.

Katie really helped me out. She was patient in teaching me everything, and always willing to help when I got in over my head. We slept in the barn loft, with warm hay and a quilt. And when the nightmares from the car crash came to me, I would find Katie wrapping me in a warm hug, and then sleep would come a little bit easier after that.

After three months, she was already the longest friend I’d ever had. Even more than that, Katie was my new “sister”. In public, I referred to the Masters as my Ma and my Pa. Townsfolk got a big laugh out of a little Chinese boy having a white sister and parents.

School would come few days and far in between. I knew how to read and could pick up the math pretty well. But whenever I’d just start to make friends or get the hang of things, the farm would call me back and I’d lose a lot of the progress I made. Same with Katie.

Time began to just fly by. With my daily routine on the farm, every day blended into the next. I never knew the exact date; but I knew when Sunday came, because it was my one day of rest (mostly). And I could count the number of winters we’d made it through.

It was the middle of my sixth winter on the farm when I snuck into the house to swipe some bread. It was still very early in the morning, the sun not yet up, and the Masters were usually still asleep at this hour. I glided through the door and down the hall with practiced ease.

I knew it was against the rules to steal. But I was really hungry and I’d only been caught but a few times doing this. The last couple of years had not been very good for the farm, and the Masters had cut back a little on feeding Katie and me. You would think that on a farm, the last thing we’d run short of was food. But I was starving. I was in the kitchen, the cupboard open and the loaf within reach when I heard a scream.

Instantly, I froze, thinking I’d been caught. Then after a few heart-pounding moments, I closed the cupboard and turned around to find myself alone in the kitchen. Then the scream came again.

I was afraid to move, but some noble male part of me ordered that I investigate and protect. So I grabbed a rolling pin and padded down the hallway. The walls closed in on me in the darkness, and just then a cloud passed in front of the moon, plunging me into an even deeper pitch of black. For a fourteen-year old boy, the unknown is a dreadfully scary thing. And my mind conjured up evil monsters lurking behind every corner in the dark. My blood racing, I hesitated, teetering on the edge of turning about and fleeing for my life.

But then the moon came out again, and I breathed a little bit easier. Gathering up my courage, I started up again. When the third scream came, directly from the Masters’ room, I hurried to their door. I was afraid I’d lost my second set of parents. The door was open, just a crack, and I got down to peer inside.

Just when I was about to push in the door, Master yelled, freezing the blood in my veins. But when I managed to look inside, Ma’am was just kissing Master. What was with all the yelling and screaming? I was very confused, and sat there with my jaw hanging open, trying to understand.

Just when you think you’ve got everything figured out around this place… Well, apparently there was no harm done, unless the Master caught me out of bed and in the house. And then there would be much harm done on my poor body. So as quietly as possible, I retreated back to the barn, and prepared myself for the day’s start.

Katie wanted to know where our bread was. I only told her that the Masters were awake, and I had run away.

***

The next morning, I woke up Yenikent Escort Bayan in my usual position: stretched out across the hay, with Katie’s strawberry-blonde head pillow on my arm. Her body was already starting to develop, and from my vantage point, I realized I could see the soft swells of her breasts starting to peek from the neckline of her shirt.

I couldn’t quite organize the thoughts in my head. Even when I was looking away, I felt the urge to turn back and examine Katie’s body once again. At first I felt I was doing something wrong. After all, I felt uncomfortable whenever Master was looking over my shoulder while I was doing some new task. And I knew that staring in general was considered rude. But this was Katie. She was my sister in a way. She was family. And that made it okay.

Katie was already awake when I began my examination of her body, and when she realized I had joined her in the world of consciousness, she moved my other arm off of her hip and turned around to face me.

“Good morning, Johnny.”

Many hours later, after a long day of work, we washed up and settled into our hay bed for the evening. I lay awake in the darkness, staring at the roof, when I started thinking about what the Masters were doing that previous morning. Why had they been yelling and screaming?

For some reason, the train of thought prevented me from going to sleep. I looked to Katie, as if she could help me figure it out. But she had already gone to sleep. Already, I could see she was becoming quite “cute”. Oddly enough, I had never thought of her in that way before. She was never a “girl” to me, just “Katie”. But now, I could see how she would soon grow into the body of a woman.

As I watched her sleep, my face started to heat up, my breath not coming as easily as it normally did. My heart was pounding, and in shame and confusion, I tore my eyes away from Katie, turning around and facing the wall, willing my thoughts towards something else.

Fidgeting, I started mentally reciting my chore list for tomorrow, going over every little detail and every little step of my tasks. Eventually, I tired out and fell into a fitful sleep.

***

It was a few days later, a Sunday actually. Most Sundays, the Masters let us sleep in, and wouldn’t come to get us until about nine o’clock to get ready for church. Since we normally woke up with the sun, those extra hours were the highlight of our week.

Katie and I woke up in our usual position: stretched out across the hay, with Katie’s strawberry-blonde head pillow on my arm. My other arm was wrapped around her belly, holding her tightly.

The sun had just risen, and so we were awake when the morning rays entered our barn. But being a Sunday, we just lay there and enjoyed the time off. I snuggled in closer and let the sweet smell of Katie fill my nostrils while I left my eyes closed.

Perhaps a half an hour later, Katie turned around and stared into my eyes, her head still pillowed on my arm. “Johnny, I want to try kissing again.”

We had tried it a few times a year ago after watching the Masters do it. After all, if was easier to experiment with each other instead of trying to find someone from school. But kissing just felt funny, and a little awkward. It was nothing special and so we didn’t see what the point was.

So when Katie asked me, I looked at her kind of confused. But if she wanted to try something, sure, why not? There was no harm in it. “Um, okay.”

She leaned forward, puckering her lips the way we’d seen Ma’am do, and pressed her lips to mine. Last time we’d done this, it was nothing special. But this time? Something electric was jolting through my body, and I found myself pressing my lips back at hers with a burst of energy. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her body, my palms finding a good grip on her butt cheeks.

It was all over too quickly. Katie backed up, her eyes bright. We both smiled, wondering at how different that had felt. I wanted to try it again. But then she simply turned around, snuggling in against my body again. We cuddled in bed the way we had always done for warmth and in friendship. Somehow, this felt very different.

Two weeks later, the Masters moved Katie to a bedroom inside the house. Ma’am’s health wasn’t so good. They needed Katie to start becoming a housemaid. Besides, I was strong enough now that I could handle all our farm chores myself. And then I was on my own again.

***

Several more winters went by, and Katie had grown up into a beautiful woman. I didn’t see that many girls to compare, just a few at school or around town and the matrons at church. But still I could tell that she was far more attractive than anyone else I had ever met. Now that she worked inside the house, she was able to keep clean, and her skin was clearer and softer than I ever remembered.

Katie had developed into a lithe version of the classic hourglass figure: tall, slender, and curvy in Escort Yenikent all the right places. She had an especially buoyant bosom that turned the heads of every male that saw her, and Ma’am made sure that every one of Katie’s dresses and blouses had a high neckline to keep her breasts out of sight.

I’d caught glimpses of them myself, but only glimpses. In the privacy of our barn loft, Katie and I would sneak away to practice kissing. She would loosen the ties to her constricting dresses, allowing the upper slopes of her breasts to come into view. I didn’t know exactly why, but seeing the shallow valley begin between the two mountains did more to get me hard than anything else. And Katie learned early on to tease me with these glimpses and get me to kiss her with greater passion.

Matched with a cute face and big blue eyes, Katie was the unquestionably the prettiest girl within a hundred miles. The Masters had to work extra hard to keep away all the boys who wanted to court her.

For my part, I went out of my way to threaten anyone who made unwelcome advances at my Katie as well. I’d grown up over the past few years, a steady American farm diet leading me to not only be taller than the Master, but also be stronger and more muscular. I didn’t have to work very hard to make a boy think twice about annoying Katie.

I also realized then that I’d been at the farm for most of my life. It was the only permanent home I’d ever had, and it was time for me to start taking an active responsibility in the place. Master was getting on in years, and couldn’t move as easily as he used to, so I had taken over some of the duties in charge.

Master would bring me to meet our business partners, and I was making friends with our customers and suppliers. Plus, it turned out I had a knack for the business things. With me in charge, we were starting to turn a healthier profit. It was a good thing too, as Katie and I had both reached the age where the government stopped sending checks. More and more every month, Master was looking on me as the son he never had, and I was earning his respect.

One day, after bringing home a particularly good check, Ma’am called on Katie to bring me an iced cold glass of lemonade.

“Johnny, you’re the new Man of the House!” Ma’am glanced at Master coming through the door behind me, a wink and a teasing grin on her face. “Isn’t he Katie? Johnny’s all grown up into a fine young man!”

Katie just smiled at me, her eyes sparkling as her gaze went up and down my body. “Yes, Ma’am. He has.”

I stared for a moment at her, her hair pulled into twin braids, a demure blouse and skirt doing little to hide her gorgeous figure.

Master just settled his heavy hand on my shoulder, breaking my reverie. “You’re doing good, Johnny. Just don’t let it go to your head. Understand?”

“I understand, Master. I won’t.”

I agreed not to get an inflated ego. But my confidence was booming, and it showed in the way I carried myself around the farm, as if now I was the master of my own domain.

That very afternoon, I was taking a cold shower in my usual spot towards the back of the barn. It wasn’t much more than a jerry-rigged cold-water hose inside a wooden partition. But with the heat of those days, it was quite refreshing.

I grabbed the towel off the hook, and began to dry myself off when the door opened. Instinctively, I covered myself with the towel, and Katie stood there with an impish smile on her face, carrying a fresh towel of her own.

“You done yet? You’ve been in here for ten minutes already!” I watched her eyes lazily trail downwards from my face. I was then thankful the cold water made sure I wasn’t going to get an embarrassing tent in my towel for at least a minute or two.

“It’s all yours.”

I stepped out, and Katie stepped in and began to shrug out of her dress even before I closed the door. Thing was, the door was just a few pieces of wood Master and I had slapped together, and we weren’t too careful about making sure there were no gaps between the wood pieces. From my particular vantage point, I could see little bits and pieces of Katie’s naked form right through the gaps, and my imagination was filling in all the perfection that I couldn’t actually see. She had the most beautiful breasts, firm yet soft, round yet perky. Her fit body had a trim waist, and a wonderfully shaped ass. The view was so much more than just a hint of her cleavage.

As quiet as I could be, I simply stood there and watched, catching brief glimpses of pink flesh while my heart started beating faster and faster. It didn’t even occur to me that if I could see her form through the slits, she too could see me. But all too quickly, Katie was done, the sound of water fading as she turned it off.

Shaking my head, I turned around and headed back to my loft. I’d recently discovered masturbation… and this was a fresh experience for my dreamy visions.

***

“Johnny, why are my breasts so fascinating?”

I half-choked on the piece of apple I was chewing on. Katie and I were sitting at the table, catching a breather after lunch in the main house. Ma’am had already retired to her room for a quick nap and Master had already headed out to the fields with a stern reminder for me to join him in ten minutes.

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This “story” is just that — a fictional accidental first time encounter between two young (over 18) close friends. I hope you enjoy, and have strived to make it a more “real life” scenario and thus less “action packed”. If I receive positive comments I will try to continue the saga.

We had been best friends since middle school. I remember teasing you, pulling your long brown braided twin hair tails that snaked half way down your back. You were always a cute thin tough tomboy, and although not related most of our friends called us brother/sister because we always hung out together, did homework together, helped each other with chores, lived only a block away and were “best” friends. In the summer we used to play sports together, you always held your own in games with the “guys” and we would often go swimming in the old swimming hole, sometimes with others but often by ourselves. I wore my usual baggy swim trunks, you usually wore a simple two-piece suit, although sometimes when no one else was around, at night we would swim in our undies. You would swim in your plain white panties and a T shirt because you never wore a bra with nothing on top to contain. Those were care free fun days.

As we grew older we stayed close friends, but never “dated”, still did homework together, and helped each other with chores. We were both kind of shy (except around each other), and so we only dated in groups going to dances with friends, but neither of us had an actual boy/girl friend. We shared our secrets told each other who we had a crush on, I had the hots for a cheerleader, you a football star flanker who scored most of the touchdowns. We never considered each other as the opposite sex even though we were both very aware of our differences, but just did not think of each other that way.

Even in our senior year, you still were thin flat chested, a small A cup, long dark brown hair, about 5′ 6′ tall and in good shape, running and swimming with an interest in the arts especially sketching. You had beautiful eyes, a captivating smile, and could always make me laugh. I maintained my nerdy math, computer, and science interests, was thin 5′ 10″ tall, long blond hair blue eyes and stayed fit, biking, playing sports with friends and of course swimming all summer. Whenever you were down or hurting from a fight with a girlfriend or cramps from your period, I was there for support, sometimes just holding you telling you it was all ok, things would be better, and finally after ribbing you, your lips would curl into that classic impish smile. You were always there for me too, brightening my day when I was in a bad mood, giving me a hug when I won the science fair, and offering advice/support when I had a disagreement with my parents or friends.

My name is Eric and for my eighteenth birthday I received a small (350cc) second hand used motorcycle, which for me was a dream come true. For your eighteenth, which followed only three days after mine, you Val, received your dream sketching set. As summer set in we would still frequent our swimming hole, talk about plans for college with you often sketching me in Karşıyaka Escort my undies still wet from swimming. This would sometimes make me blush, because of the semi hard on and associated slight tent I would get looking at you in your wet “T shirt” and panty briefs. Even though you had little on top, because you still never wore a bra, I could see your hard nipples peaking through and sometimes see the outline of your volva thru the wet panties. This in turn would make you blush realizing what I could see, and how it affected me, but you would just flash that smile and keep sketching. You further embarrassed me one time, by including my “bulge” in your sketch, with a devilish grin on your face. All though we never discussed it in detail we both knew the impact any semi nude image of the opposite sex had on each other but were almost afraid to think of each other that way, not wanting to spoil the special relationship we had developed, and not sure how the other felt. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to “explore” each other, afraid we would upset or offend each other.

This all started to unravel four weeks after I got my motorcycle and only two weeks into the summer. I was on my way back from the store, when I was blind sided by a hit and run car that ran a stop sign, throwing me off my bike tumbling across the road. When I awoke in the hospital, I had two broken arms in casts, one broken leg, a lot of scratches, and a bad headache. My mom was there, my dad at work, and you with tears in your eyes. I was released from the hospital four days latter, but bed ridden for at least a few weeks, fairly helpless to feed bath or even go to the bathroom. My mom and dad worried how they would care for me those first weeks, they both worked, and we could not afford a live in nurse. You of course calmly stated you were free for the summer, and would help without thinking of the compilations this might present. My parents accepted your offer, also without thinking of the potential issues that might arise, because they new and trusted you, and it solved their dilemma. I was still groggy, feeling no pain, happy to be alive and thus also not thinking clearly at the time, and would have spent most of the summer with you anyway.

I was transported home by ambulance early Monday morning, with you mom and dad there to welcome me and set me up in my room. Dad and mom then left for work, leaving us alone which under normal circumstances was typical for the summer. You made us lunch and had fun teasing me as you fed me. But soon mother nature called and I had to pee. This led to the first awkward moment. I mumbled that I had to pee and you got red in the face suddenly realizing what you would have to do. We nervously joked about it but then I really had to go and soon, so you got the bed pan, placed it between my spread legs and looking at my crotch pulled my boxers down exposing my cock to you for the first time. I was both embarrassed and excited at the same time, and you just kept looking at my penis and turned a delicate shade of pink. I shook you out of your stare Karşıyaka Escort Bayan again mumbling that I really had to go and you suddenly realized that you had to touch me, hold me to aim into the bed pan. This was the first real penis you had seen, the first to touch and the first time anyone else (other then the nurses) had touched me. You gently took me in your hand looking all the time at my penis, avoiding eye contact and placed it in the bed pan. You continued to gently hold me as I almost immediately started to pee. You watched intently, the first time you have ever seen a male pee. As the stream slowed and then ended, you looked up wondering what to do next. I offered a nervous smile and mumbled to shake it then carefully remove the pan. You hesitated then shook my penis let out a little girl giggle and then looking into my eyes gave it a gentle squeeze said wow and moved the pan to a table.

You then became your smiling mischievous self again, grinning from ear to ear, departed to the bathroom to empty the pan and get a wash cloth a pan of hot water and soap. You come out proclaiming in your little girl voice that it was bath time and that we might as well get used to it soon because we would be together for the next few weeks. I am still laying there (at your mercy) my boxers down my penis exposed, both embarrassed and excited at the same time. You pull off my boxers carefully over my leg cast with me now fully naked and exposed. You start to wash, first my upper body then my lower legs. We make small talk avoiding the awkwardness of the situation for both of us. Soon however you start to wash my upper legs and stomach getting closer to my groin, your eyes darting between my eyes and my exposed cock.

I try to keep up the small talk and not think where your hands are but fail, as my cock starts to rise. You show both embarrassment and intrigue as you watch my cock grow, looking back and forth between my eyes and my now rigid cock. I try to offer an apology but you put your finger to my lips, smile, grin and start to wash my groin area, avoiding my rigid cock but washing all around including my balls. You spend way more time “washing” this area then you did the rest of my body “exploring” for your first time. By this time my cock has started to leak, I am past embarrassment and now getting close to cumming even though you have not yet touched me, but the excitement of you looking, and washing all around is almost too much for my young inexperienced body. You soap up your small hands and slowly, tentatively reach for my cock. My emotions are overwhelmed by fear, excitement, and embarrassment, I try to say something, try to stop you but instead explode as soon as you touch me. I groan as long strings of cum shoot into the air with the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, some seamen hitting you on your arm, shirt, and hand. You freeze, holding my ejaculating cock, your eyes wide, mouth open. You knew I was turned on, but are naive did not understand how quickly a young inexperienced man (boy) could cum. You were unprepared, overwhelmed, startled and Escort Karşıyaka almost giddy by this first experience.

I close my eyes, ashamed, that I could not control my emotions, afraid I may have upset, and/or offended you, and so embarrassed. You are so startled, yet excited at what you have just seen, you just hold my semi hard penis, unconsciously squirm a little in your seat still looking at my member, the seamen on your arm, shirt, hand and the seamen dripping from my cock. You then slowly look up to my closed eyes, not sure what to say, do. I mumble that I am so sorry so ashamed, and suggest that you can leave if you want, my eyes still closed. You are suddenly aware by the quiver in my voice that I am upset, that I think you are upset. You give my penis a gentle squeeze lean in and kiss my cheek, my forehead , and gently tell me that was awesome. With out giving me a chance to say anything you start to, in a fast excited voice tell me you hope I am not upset, that you understand (even though we both know you do not), that you know you should not have done that to me but admit you did not expect it, did not know it would happen but thank me for sharing such an intimate experience with you. You go on almost babbling saying it was your first time seeing it (as we both already know), without thinking saying you would like to see it again, and on and on still holding me, and still looking at my penis, and the cum still covering both of us.

Suddenly you realize how silly you must sound, stop babbling and look up into my eyes, now wide open, neither of us sure what to think or say next. I try to defuse the situation by cracking a lame joke about you joining the navy so you can see more sea men. This causes both of us to crack up laughing mostly a release of the built up tension. This also opens the door for more serious conversation on what just happened. As we talk you again state that you enjoyed what happened, hope it will not hurt or change our friendship, and want to continue to help me and my parents. You state that we might as well get comfortable with this part, because it will be a regular part of the next few weeks. I start to again mumble that I am sorry for not being able to control myself. You grin still holding me, and state your glad I came, it was awesome, want us to be comfortable, and then to make me feel better, tell me you are so wet and nod your head down to your crotch, in case I did not get the meaning. I blush and ask “really” (your still holding me, and the talk is not helping my self control)? You blush and nod, then, look at my penis, a smile on your face as it slowly starts to grow again in your hand.

Your hand holding me, and our conversation especially hearing your wet , overcomes any self control and soon I am again rock hard. You still hold me eyes wide and darting between my eyes and hard cock, and shyly ask if you caused this and note you did not realize I could get hard again so quickly. You then let go, stand telling me you are getting more warm water to wash up. As you stand I can not help look between your legs. You follow my gaze, and then again in a quiet voice smile and tell me you are so wet and guess we both will need to “clean up” and then walk off to the bathroom. As you walk away you startle me by without thinking lift your seamen covered hand to your mouth and flick out your tongue tasting my seed.

To be continued………………………….

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The bus had taken us 50 kilometers east from Kraków in Poland to the museum of the holocaust at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Many buses, several taking our party and others with other groups dropped us and we walked to the iron gate crowned with the motto “Arbeit macht frei”. “Three Million Jews walked through this gateway to die” lied the guide

“My Grandfather was here,” I muttered to no one in particular, I remembered when he told me of it, a lovely gentle man with his collection of Cuckoo clocks.

“All my family, also,” said a girl with long dark hair misunderstanding what I meant.

I looked around, so many dark hairs, the big noses, girls and boys, I felt suddenly out of place with my blonde hair and blue eyes .

“Schultz” My teacher had shouted, “If you think dressing up like a Nazi and doing Nazi salutes is funny then you can take the school trip to see the Nazi extermination camps in Germany.” She threatened to expel me!

She was stupid, most Nazi extermination camps were in occupied Poland Auschwitz-Birkenau was the largest of Nazi Germany’s concentration and extermination camps and it was in Poland approximately 160 miles south of Warsaw.

I looked around my companions, I had not made any friends among them, my mother had dragged me first to America and then to England away from my beloved father when I was young and we had moved from town to town as she had thrown herself at a variety of men until she became convinced I needed to stay in one place to finish school. Maidstone Kent she chose, what a dump.

“I am eighteen,” I told her in September, on my birthday, “I do not wish to continue my studies.” but she threatened to withdraw my allowance and take away my car so I had to continue.

It was Easter when we went on our trip, in the school holidays, a trip for year 12 and 13 pupils so we could see the horrors of the Nazis, I think only myself and one girl from my school went among the hundred and more who made up out party.

“Here will you see the way the Nazi’s killed their victims some in the gas chambers and others by systematic starvation, forced labor, lack of disease control, individual executions, and purported “medical experiments”. The guide told us.

I knew this, it gets boring after a while, I looked around imagining. and there in the group I saw this angel, her hair golden in the sunlight, her beautiful blue eyes staring back at me, I imagined the group around her as like internees waiting to go to hell but she was a jarring glimpse of beauty, I just stared.

“Kevin, pay attention, you will have to tell year Ten about this when we get home.” Miss Johnsson nagged me. It was my bad luck that my history teacher had to be with our party as a chaperone.

“One point one million not three.” I muttered, “The man’s a fool.” I imagined Miss Johnsson waiting to be stripped naked by smartly uniformed SS guards. she was shapeless in her cardigan but she sometimes supervised swimming and I knew she was far from flat chested and quite young, well twenty five perhaps, but not fifty.

“Over thirty million visitors have passed through this iron gate crowned with the motto “Arbeit macht frei”. or in English “work makes one free”. our guide continued.

I tried to get closer to the golden haired girl, I wanted to speak with her, to find where she was from, what were her likes her dislikes, was she Swedish like my Mother, or a Dane, or Bavarian by origin, I did no want to know about Auschwitz one or two or three, I knew Auschwitz II (Birkenau) was an extermination camp or Vernichtungslager, and was the site of the deaths of at least 960,000 Jews, 75,000 Poles, and some 19,000 Roma (Gypsies).

I knew it was the largest of all the Nazi extermination camps. and Auschwitz III (Monowitz) served as a labor camp for the Buna-Werke factory of the IG Farben concern. Big deal, |I wanted to know her name, her email, her phone number, god, she might not even live in England.

“The prisoners who left the camp during the day for construction or farm labor were made to march through this gate to the sounds of an orchestra.” The old fool continued. “Contrary to what is depicted in several films, the majority of the Jews were imprisoned in the Auschwitz II camp, and did not pass under this sign.”

I raised my hand “What music did they play?”

“Schultz don’t be so impertinent.” Miss Johnsson embarrassed me.

“You miss the point young man, the Germans made our people play beautiful music while they tortured us.”

My Grandfather told me they often played the “Beer Barrel Polka,” and “In Munchen est ein Hoffbrau Hause” among Viennese waltzes. He wished so often he could join in, but his trumpet playing was not sadly good enough, or so he thought.

He, my grandfather, he played Jazz trumpet until the Nazis banned Jazz or at least music above high C, that was his speciality, the high notes on the A flat or D trumpet, he had a Besson and a Hochner Eb/D made in Koln, four rotary valves, no black man could play Jazz Trumpet better yet he was discriminated against Batıkent Escort because her was not black and his life ruined as a consequence of his colour, a kind gentle soul he was broken by his origins, it was so unfair.

“Schultz, stop trying to slip away.” Miss Johnsson again humiliated me with her criticism, she barely five feet eight in her high heels me six feet two, yet she behaved as if she were in control.

I regretted my religion, “Never strike a woman.” was written, my mother’s religion, the Bretheren, one I obeyed while she conveniently forgot the section on adultery, or did she only drop her underpants for married men, perhaps that was it, if she was married, well divorced, and so was he, then perhaps she saw no problem, Black White Yellow, all men were equally welcome in my mothers knickers.

I looked again at the golden haired girl and saw she was hiding her face with her hand as she laughed at me, but her eyes sparkled with interest.

The old fool was speaking again ” See the double fences, each with two layers of barbed wire, separating the administration part of the camp on our right with the prison camp on our left.” I stared at the wire, sixty years old and still in fine condition fine German engineering.

“The SS selected some prisoners, often German criminals, as specially privileged supervisors of the other inmates called kapos,” Our guide lectured us, “and although involved in numerous atrocities, only two were ever prosecuted for their individual behavior as they had little choice about their actions.” He lied, of course they had choices, death, I should choose to die before I did such things.

On he droned “The various classes of prisoners could be distinguished by special marks on their clothes; Jews were treated the worst. All inmates had to work in the factories, except on Sundays, which were reserved for cleaning and showering and upon which there were no work assignments.”

They had Holidays, when English workers were working seven days a week in the Spitfire factories, at Woolstone near Southampton seventy three hour weeks, on night shift, I knew this, and I was not as impressed as Miss Johnsson expected.

He led us to the buildings, I was a model of politeness, slipping in beside the blonde beauty, “Hello,” I said hopefully.

“Hi,” she replied and then we walked together in silent companionship.

The situation was not ideal for making small talk as the old fool continued “The harsh work requirements, combined with poor nutrition and hygiene, led to high death rates among the prisoners.” He showed us the standing cells five feet square, four inmates would be left, all night, unable to do anything but stand up.

“But how would they use the bathroom?” someone asked,

“Bannerman, you moron take this seriously.” A teacher boomed and he fell silent.

I felt the golden haired girls shoulder against my arm, she wore a warm padded jacket, and a long skirt reaching to her knees, with long black leather boots, pointed toes and high heels. not military boots, and a mere few inches of stockinged legs was visible between skirt and boots.

“Obviously they made sure they went before they were locked in.” The teacher continued.

The old fool gave him a withering look, obviously they couldn’t go twelve hours without, could they.

“Kevin, I’m Kevin, Kevin Schultz,” I told her.

“Carla Witke” she replied, “Are you American?”

“Yes, but I live in Maidstone.” I replied

“Oh I’m from Gillingham.” she said in a not unpleasant soft English Kent accent before we had to listen to the lecture once more.

“Below us there were “starvation cells”, prisoners were locked in and were given neither food nor water until they were dead.” The fool continued, “Can you imagine anything so cruel and inhuman?”

I could, and indeed had often wished to incarcerate my teachers in such facilities.

He continued “Also in the basement were the “dark cells”; these cells had only a very tiny airtight window, and a solid airtight door. Prisoners placed in these cells would gradually suffocate as they used up all of the oxygen in the cell; sometimes the SS would light a candle in the cell to use up the oxygen more quickly.”

“You must realise just how depraved these Germans, I mean Nazi’s were.” The old fool continued his drone, I noticed his Freudian slip, he too was German, as was I yet the Jews still sought to demonise the Germans.

“They would hang people, tie their hands behind their backs and then hang them by their hands thus dislocating their shoulder joints, and let them hang for hours, or even days.”

“Imagine,” said Carla.

“SSssssh.” someone told us.

The criminals who stole bread from their friends were hung by the Kapos I knew this.

“This was the execution yard, some prisoners who were thought to merit individual execution were shot against that wall others suffered a more lingering death by being suspended from hooks set in two wooden posts, which also still Batıkent Escort Bayan exist but displayed in the Museum.” The guide continued.

“It’s spooky.” Carla whispered, “Will you hold my hand?”

“My pleasure.” I replied, I wanted to raise her hand to my lips and kiss it, but I did not wish to seem forward.

We walked onwards, among buildings as the guide still droned on. “On September 3, 1941, deputy camp commandant SS-Hauptsturmführer Fritzsch experimented on 600 Russian’s and 250 sick Polish inmates by gassing them with Zyklon B, a highly lethal cyanide based pesticide.”

The stupid ones who knew nothing of history gasped, Carla squeezed my hand.

The guide continued, “This paved the way for the use of Zyklon B as an instrument for extermination at Auschwitz, and a gas chamber and crematorium were constructed by converting a bunker. This gas chamber operated from 1941 to 1942, during which time some 60,000 people were killed in it; it was then converted into an air-raid shelter for the use of the SS. This gas chamber still exists, we shall see and experience a similar facility later.”

There was a gasp from some of our number

“But first we see the remains of Crematorium two, In early 1943, the Nazis decided to increase greatly the gassing capacity of Birkenau. Crematorium II, originally designed as a mortuary, it was converted into a killing factory by placing a gas-tight door on the morgues and adding vents for Zyklon B and ventilation equipment to remove the gas.”

It was a remarkable feat of chemistry and engineering, Carla smiled at me and I at her.

“By June 1943 all four crematoria were working. Most victims were killed during a period afterwards.” with this the guide stopped his rant and a woman started to harangue us as we walked among the buildings.

“Here we have some of the warehouses where the belongings of the arrivals were seized by the SS.” she told us, “they were sorted in an area of the camp called “Canada”. Many of the SS at the camp enriched themselves by pilfering the confiscated property of the Jews. The name Canada came from the time when Polish emigrants were sending gifts home from Canada.”

Carla held my hand more firmly, it seemed strange, we were the only light haired people among the group it seemed, and we felt hostility towards us.

The woman guide continued “but here.” she continued, “Is a room full of human hair shaved from the inmates.”

It was a huge room full of something fibrous, hair straw, who could tell? but there was no mistake in the next room, spectacles hundreds or thousands of pairs of spectacles,

Some people went quite white, I retained my composure as I am sure my Grandfather did in his time as around us people struggled.

“My family was here,” said one and another, “That might be my families hair.”

“My Grandfather was here,” I told Carla. quietly.

“I thought so.” she replied, “My Fathers Father also.”

The guide continued, “See the false teeth also.”

A huge mound of teeth grinning hideously at us. “As you see the property of Jewish deportees were stored here before being sent to Germany or used by the SS.” the Woman continued, “For the next stage of our tour we shall role play the processing of prisoners, don’t worry we shall not make you strip or Gas you.”

“Prisoners were transported from all over German-occupied Europe by rail, and on arrival at the complex were separated into two main groups – those marked for immediate extermination, and those to be registered as prisoners.” She told us. A chill fell over our group, I wondered about my grandfather’s emotions all those years ago.

” The first group, about three-quarters of the total, went to the gas chambers they included all children, all women with children, all the elderly, and all those who were not fully fit.” She continued and led us through a set of doors, long benches and sets of coat hooks were laid out. like a sports hall changing room yet much bigger.

“SS personnel told the victims that they were to take a shower and undergo delousing. The victims would undress in this outer chamber and walk into the gas chamber, which was disguised as a shower facility, complete with dummy shower heads. It’s through here come.”

Carla clung to my hand, it was awkward, I was thinking of all the people stripping and going naked to the chamber, were they mixed men and women, I imagined the dark haired girls undressing, and the boys not for sex but for death, would they have become excited, even if only men or women only had stripped together would the Homosexuals and Lesbians become aroused, I realised my penis was swelling, and an embarrassing bulge appeared in my pants.

“It’s so intense,” said Carla, “Imagine being naked waiting to die.”

“They thought it was a shower,” I told her. “It was not until the chamber that they realised they would die.”

“But alone, alone in a crowd with strangers, naked.” she continued, “How would they feel?”

“They might Escort Batıkent make friends like we have become friends,” I tentatively suggested.

“Yes” she said. but her hand grazed across my crotch and my excitement was clear to her.

“It turns me on too.” she admitted, “When there is nothing more to come, when you no longer can control your circumstances you seek comfort, I think it is instinct.”

“So Ladies and Gentlemen, You would have undressed here and then either by free will or sometimes with blows from the Kapo’s clubs, you would walk through to the chamber, see the shower heads, even the dribble of water from some of them, come.” Our guide suggested.

We walked through the doors into the chamber, the dummy shower heads so convincing, “Come right in.” The guides suggested.

We crammed in, I found a corner for Carla and myself, all hundred crowded in, “The Nazi’s pushed two hundred fifty even three hundred at one time, here we are one hundred, but the space is already uncomfortable.”

I faced Carla, I tried but I could not avoid being pushed against her, her breasts touched against my chest and my bulge nudged her belly. “Naughty Boy” she giggled. she reached up and kissed me.

It was like heaven, such a sweet kiss, in such a place.

“The doors would shut Clang.” our guide said and she pulled the door shut. “And after the doors were shut, SS men would dump in the cyanide pellets through holes in the roof and in ten fifteen minutes all would be dead, I ask you to think what that would feel like.”

I kissed Carla. Thee Woman continued ” More than 20,000 people could be gassed and cremated here each day. The Nazis used a cyanide gas produced from Zyklon B pellets, made by IG Farben.”

I held Carla in my arms, our kisses more passionate, the feeling that we were to die so real,

“And then the lights went out also, so imagine.” The guide flipped the light switch.

We were cloaked in darkness, “Do it.” Carla said.

“What?” I replied incredulously

“You want to, I can feel, I want to, it is fate.” she husked.

I heard and felt my zipper, the cool air on my erection and her fingers teasing it from my pants. “No the lights will be on soon.” I said

“Then put it in me, don’t you feel the destiny.” Carla muttered, “Please it feels so right.”

She had twisted her skirt so the rear vent was in front and her panties were to one side, I stooped and with both hands she guided me inside her, she was tight yet running with juices and I jabbed hard at her, a small cry soon stifled and I was inside her, “I never did this before.” I apologised,

“What in a concentration camp.” she asked.

“No in a girl.” I said.

“Nor did I,” she said, “with a boy I mean.” suddenly my juices were overflowing and a gush shot up far into her. I held myself hard against her as my penis throbbed.

“My Grandfather said they found Jews locked together in death when men and women were together.” she whispered.

“Mine said they found homosexuals locked together.” I agreed as I slid from her, I wiped her with my handkerchief and tried to clean my penis also, it was not easy in the darkness

“He survived?” she asked

“Oh yes, did yours?” I asked, “Oh of course he did.”

She had turned her skirt and I had fastened my trousers when the lights came on.

I saw some girls had fainted, others we ghostly white while just Carla and I were flushed with the healthy glow of love.

“Carla,” I whispered, “If you are pregnant I’ll marry you.”

“And if not?” she replied

“Yes still the same.” I agreed,

“All right, outside everyone outside.” the guide ordered.

We went outside and I stared up at the watch tower.

“My Grandfather worked there,” I pointed to the watchtower “Waffen SS.” I prayed she would forgive me.

“Mine was in the Gestapo, special interrogation officer,” She whispered. “I knew you had to be on our side.”

We stayed together for more of the lectures the man started to drone again “Those deemed fit to work were used as slave labor at industrial factories for such companies as IG Farben and Krupp. At the Auschwitz complex 405,000 prisoners were recorded as slaves between 1940 and 1945.Of these about 340,000 perished through executions, beatings, starvation, and sickness.”

We had the chance to ask questions, “Why did they kill the Jews.?” someone asked but was fobbed off. Ten per cent of population, ninety per cent of wealth, my grandfather said, that was why Germany suffered so badly after the war.

Carla stood by me, my arm around her waist protectively, wishing I could whisk her away to privacy for love making once more, perhaps the human hair shed, I imagined its softness against my skin, Grandfather said the SS officers often took their women there, they would pick one for a week or so and keep her like a princess before she was processed, they thought they were saved then, suddenly, they were in the huts with the rest.

Too soon we had to part, each bus group separated and roll call called “Smallman,” Yes Miss” “Schultz” “Ja” I don’t know why I said it but there was a sudden hush

“Schultz, I warned you,” Miss Johnsson admonished me once more and then with our addresses and phone numbers exchanged we climbed on to our individual buses to return towards home.

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Sarah was sat at the bar contemplating her life, she had just finished college and her whole life was laid out before her. Although she still felt lonely an out-cast, she had never had any real friends, I mean she had acquaintances but that was about it. No one to call when she was upset, to gossip with, or to ask questions to. Sarah was 23 years old and she still had never really been kissed. I mean she had had the pecks when she was 13 by boyfriends she had back then but never a real kiss.

How she yearned to know what it felt to have another persons lips on hers, to feel their tongue in her mouth exploring every part of it. She always wondered what it would feel like to have a guys hands over her body.

She was getting away with herself letting her thoughts run away with her and here at this bar of all places. She quickly composed herself and stirred her drinking going to take a drink and then realising half-way to her mouth that it was empty. Dropping it to the bar suddenly looking around embarrassed she suddenly notices someone looking at her.

Sarah quickly turned away with a slight blush to her cheeks. Had he been looking at her long, she hoped that he had not been watching when she was thinking all those thoughts. She turns to try and get the bartenders attention, god she never needed a drink so much in her life.

The bartender walks over and places a drink by her. “From the gentleman over there” the bartender says pointing to the guy who had been staring at her. Sarah blushes slightly and mumbles thank you and she grabs the drink Demetevler Escort and nearly downs half of it in one large gulp. God she was thirsty and starting to feel weird, but in a good new way. She sneaks a peek at the area the bartender had pointed to see if the guy was still staring but he was no longer sitting at the bar.

Sarah suddenly starts looking around the bar to see where this mystery man was. Feeling a sudden skip in her heart thinking that he had gone without talking to her. Sarah shakes her head suddenly trying to snap out of this what was wrong with her, she had never been like this before. She need to try and control herself.

Just as she was about to finish her drink and run out of the bar she felt someone slide into the seat next to her. She tries to slyly look over to see who had sat next to her when she notices it is the guy who bought her, her drink.

He smiles seeing her look at her in her slide way glance. And motions her to finish her drink. Sarah takes the drink and finishes the rest in one big gulp nearly chocking on the ice that had slipped in with her drink. The stranger snickers to himself as he sees she is nervous but excited at the same time.

The stranger suddenly takes Sarah’s hand and pulls her out of the seat taking her out of the bar. Sarah tries to protest wondering what is going on, but he puts a finger to her lips and then continues to lead her out of the bar.

He takes her by the hand to a near by park and motions for her to lay on the grass. Sarah slow Escort Demetevler complieces not sure if this is a dream or what is going on. As she laid down she could feel his hands all over her body, hungrily devouring her body. She could feel herself getting very wet as he moved his hands expertly over her. As he knelt down beside her he undid her fly reviling a hard 8 inch cock glistening in the moonlight.

Not knowing what she was doing she suddenly had the cock in her hands massaging it not knowing what she was doing but guessing she was doing something right by the look of pleasure in his face. Feeling suddenly daring Sarah sat up and started to lick the tip of the cock, pushing her tongue hard against the tip exploring every nock and cranny. Slowly putting it into her mouth put still using her tongue against the tip, she knew she was still doing something right as she heard him moaning in pleasure as she carried on moving her mouth up and down his rock hard cock. She started moving faster and faster along his cock rubbing her tongue against the side and tip at the same time. She could taste the pre-cum in her mouth and it tasted salty and good. She started to lick hard against the tip getting every last drop you could, suddenly he exploded in her mouth filling it up with that delicious liquid fill her mouth and she swallowed greedily trying to get every last drop.

The Stranger pulled out of her mouth and moved in front of her kneeling down, and started to kiss her feeling her mouth with his tongue. At the same time Demetevler Escort Bayan she could feel his hands slowly starting to unbuckle her pants and pull them down. She could feel his hands exploring her pants and feeling how wet they had become. Slowly pulling down her underwear and then using his fingers to twirl around her opening teasing her. Lifting up her hips aching to feel those fingers in her, suddenly his fingers dived deep in her, and her body exploded with pleasure. His fingers were twisting and twirling sending shock waves of pleasure through areas that she had never felt before. As she could feel herself come closer and closer to the orgasiam that those magic fingers were giving her.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away, Sarah could feel herself pulling at him wanting him to carry on needing to reach over that point. The Stranger took is cock in his hand which was once again rock hard and gleaming, and started to rub against her opening. Sarah suddenly felt her legs wrap around his waist and push it all the way in. The mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed into her virgin pussy was amazing. Letting out a sharp moan she could feel herself go as the pleasure whipped around her body as she cam with a load moan. The Stranger started to push hard and deep into the tight pussy feeling what no other had felt before feeling himself getting closer and closer again. He wanted it to last but it was just tight and felt so good he could feel himself coming again nearly immediately.

After finishing up the Stranger pulled up his trousers and walked away. Sarah sat up still not believing what had happened and then realising that actually they had not spoken two words to each other since they had met. Feeling the moisture between her legs she laid down reeling in the pleasure and thinking that just maybe she would come back to the bar again tomorrow night.

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It’s late and the snow has piled up. I don’t want to see you drive home and invite you to stay overnight. You agree and I show you to the guest room. The phone rings, so I leave you and head downstairs. You remove your jeans and socks and slip into bed.

When I return, I find you snug in bed, but wide awake. I enter the room to say goodnight and ask to give you a goodnight kiss. You smile and say that it would be fine. My lips gently graze against yours. Our lips continue this way until I take your bottom lip between my lips and gently pull. I repeat this with your top lip. Our kissing quickly gets hot and passionate.

I know that you are a virgin, but decide to take the risk and I ask if you want me to join you in bed. You hesitate, but finally relent. I quickly strip down to my black briefs, pull back the covers, and snuggle in next to you. We are on our sides, facing each other. I put one arm under your head, bring my other arm around your waist and to your back and pull us closer. We look deeply into each others eyes. I tell you that you look beautiful and that we will go at your pace and that I will stop whenever you want. I teasingly rub my nose against yours like the Eskimos do.

We resume kissing passionately. I move my hand from your back to the side of your waist up your side and rest it under your breast. I begin caressing you with my fingers as we kiss. My other hand slides to the back of your neck. I run my fingers up, take your hair between my fingers, and gently pull your head back. I begin kissing and licking your neck. I work my way up to your ear. I run my tongue under your ear lobe then behind your ear. I trace the edge of your inner ear with the tip of my tongue.

As I do this, my other hand begins to undo the buttons on your blouse: the top button, the second one, the third, until they are all undone. I slip it over your shoulder to expose one half of your chest. I stop kissing to steal a glance at your breast and the perfectly erect nipple. I cup your breast in my hand and being kissing İvedik Escort down your neck. I circle the outermost part of your breast and slowly begin kissing and licking my way toward the center. Up, around, down, under, up, around, down, under…circling closer toward your nipple. I make one final close circle before pulling my head back. I teasingly blow a thin stream of air though my lips and onto your tit and the area directly around it.

I take your waist and help you roll from your side onto your back. I stop blowing on your tit and ever so softly and gently rub the tip of my tongue against the tip of your nipple. I do this 3 or 4 times, before running my tongue in tight little circles around your nipple. I lick my lips to get them moist and take your tit between my lips and pull and suck it. While it’s between my lips, I flick my tongue over the tit. I continue sucking, pulling, even playfully biting your tit for a few minutes.

I kiss across your chest and open your blouse to expose your entire chest. Before I reach your other tit, I bring my head up and we kiss on the lips before I continue down and begin kissing and sucking your other tit. My free hand begins to work your other nipple. I run your tit between my thumb and finger and then I start pulling it. I rub my thumb over it while my other fingers caress your entire breast. I continue to suck and pull your other nipple with my lips. Your breathing begins to quicken and your soft moans become more frequent.

The hand that was on your breast caresses its way down your belly and abdomen and finally rests between your legs, palm down. You instinctively spread your legs so that I can work my hand up further in between your legs. I rest it squarely on your sex. I begin slowly massaging you, my hand working up and down and ever so slowly until eventually your pelvis and my hand find a rhythm.

As you relax, your legs come up further, your knees raise and then spread, your feet remain flat on the bed. I continue sucking your İvedik Escort Bayan tit and rubbing you between your legs for a while. Our moans and heavy breathing filling the room with an exquisite sexual soundtrack.

I ask if I can slip my hand into your panties. You say ‘yes’ breathlessly. I bring my hand to the top of your panties, slip my fingers inside and rest my hand on your slit. You are very warm and moist. I begin stroking your slowly, working and massaging your soft folds of flesh. My thumb rubs tight little circles around your clit.

I slip my hand out of your panties and bring it to my face. I lick my fingers and thumb and return them to their continue their duty between your legs. I return my face to your breast, where I take your tit between my lips and continue sucking, pulling, and licking your nipple.

We continue this way for a while…until finally, I ask if it’s okay to slip off my briefs and get down between your legs. You don’t say anything. I reassure you, saying that I will not enter you, but will only rub myself against you. You agree and let out a little moan.

I quickly slip my briefs off, my cock sticks straight up at attention with a drop of pre-cum appearing at the tip. I kneel at your side, work my fingers into your panties, and slip them down your legs and over your raised feet. I take the backs of your knees, spread your legs, and move myself in between them. I reach down and spread the pre-cum over the length of my dick.

I pause to run my eyes over your body, your beautiful face, your neck, your breasts and firm nipples, your waist, your pelvis, the moist, slightly swollen lips between your legs. I nearly explode with excitement, but I hold off.

I move in closer, take the base of my cock between my thumb and two fingers and rub the head of my dick over your lips: all the way up and over your clit, then down over your lips to the bottom of your slit. I rub you like this a few times until you let out a moan.

I pull Escort İvedik back, kneel in closer, lower myself, take my cock and lay it flat against your lips, the head laying up above your clit. I lower myself on you so that my penis is flat against your lips in order to give us friction. I balance on my hands which are on each side of you and I press my pelvis against yours.

We each arrange ourselves so that we are comfortable. You raise your knees higher, lift your feet up off the bed, and tilt your pelvis back. Slowly, I begin to move so that my cock begins massaging your clit and lips. You reciprocate by moving your hips and pelvis so that you are rubbing against my hardened, thick cock.

We move together and find a nice steady rhythm. I love the feel of your inner thighs and legs moving in rhythm around my outer thighs. Between your moisture and the pre-cum from my cock, we are well lubricated and the slight sloshing sound coming from between our legs melds perfectly with our breathing and moaning.

I continue as long as I can and I sense that you are building to an orgasm. I try to hold off, but pick up the pace moving harder and faster, my penis sliding up and down over your lips and clit.

I can’t hold off any longer. I lean back onto my knees, grab my cock in my fist and stroke it. Almost immediately, it spasms and and I squirt a load of cum onto your belly. As I cum, you start rubbing one of your tits and your clit. A few more spasms and squirts and I let out a few moans of pleasure. I work my fist from the bottom of my dick to the head, milking my penis for every drop of semen.

As I finish, I watch as your back arches and your heels dig into the bed. Your fingers pulling your tit, while your other hand works at your clit. You moan loudly, your body stiffens, and your face scrunches as you lose yourself in your own orgasm.

Finally we calm down a bit, our breathing still quick, but slowing. Our eyes meet and we smile, then giggle, then we burst into laughter. I reach over for my tee shirt and wipe your belly clean before wiping my dick and hand.

I lay back down next to you, and ask you to roll over, I snuggle up behind you, my pelvis pressing into your bottom as we take our positions spooning. I reach down and pull the covers up and we drift off into a deep satisfying sleep.

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