Archives Kasım 2023

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

After dinner Arnie helped with the dishes before we settle on the couch for an evening of watching a movie on TV. Probably midway through the movie I feel Arnie’s hand squeezing my thigh nearest him. His other hand covers his mouth as he gapes wide with his famous phony yawn. I know the language well after all of these years with Arnie. He is ready for bed and sleep is not his intended victim. He wants me.

It’s been 21 years since that wonderful day we exchanged vows as our cruise ship rumbled through the rough but friendly Caribbean waters. Feeling the warm winds blushing my cheeks, as we stood amidst hundreds of strangers affirming our love, created a queen within this humble 22 year old virgin bride.

I’ll never forget the tingling I felt, atop this mighty vessel’s throne, as Arnie reached around me giving his wife their first kiss.

The same tingling I’m feeling now as Arnie’s strong hand squeezes my inner soft thigh.

I lean across the couch pressing my moist lips against his as I yield to our wants.

“Give me 10 minutes to freshen up and we’ll take care of that bulge baby”.

I can almost feel Arnie’s eyes glued to my swaying buttocks as I teasingly strut toward the bathroom.

We’re able keep our sex life exciting even after all these years since there’s always only been the two of us. We love children but we’d decided from the start to leave the child bearing to others. Arnie’s almost 48 and still as sensuous as the first night of the fabulous cruise. I won’t divulge my age tho a little simple calculation could reveal I’m only a handful of years behind.

While standing before the full length bathroom mirror getting ready for my Escort Ankara lover I can’t help but admire the $10,000.00 investment Arnie put into my breasts. I suppose ladies aren’t supposed to reveal this type of information but it makes me proud to see younger gals stare in awe with jealousy. Arnie’s always insisted he’s never had a better yield from an investment.

Looking farther down my body shows me that my frequent workouts along with the close dieting has paid off. My stomach is as flat as the day I became Mrs. Richardson.

My eyes shift down to the thick patch of pubic hair I keep trimmed. Arnie’s never been turned on from the thoughts of a slick beaver so I let it grow wildly except around it’s edges. It’s much darker than my salon tinted tresses which hang shoulder length. My dear husband loves both.

As I look farther down the mirror I’m seeing the biggest qualm I have with my body. I have thicker thighs than I’d really like. Arnie loves the softness he feels as he pumps between my spread legs so I’ve never really concentrated much on eliminating this soft fleshly part of my body.

” My GOD what’s keeping you Gloria? I’m as hot as a firecracker nursing this big throbber” came an almost pleading voice from the bedroom.

When Arnie refers to it as a throbber I know what’s in store. His cock measures just under 7 inches which I understand is pretty much normal but the thickness is what has especially delighted me with so many pleasures. That first night on ship I thought he was going to destroy me for life, but after a few hot sessions I began accomodating his massive love organ. The thickness gives my clit all the action it needs while Ankara Escort he pounds his big log inside me.

“I’m coming honey. I’ve been checking out your goods making sure I’m staying fit for my lover”, I respond while clearing the bedroom door finding his 6 ft. strong frame sprawled naked with 7 fat inches of heaven pointed toward the ceiling fan.

I let my white silky robe slither down my warm body onto the floor then stand before Arnie with my body trembling from anticipation.

I’m attempting to not over dramatize but our sex is still so meaningful and exciting even after all these wonderful years.

After sliding next to my loving husband I begin stroking his thick rigid cock while feeling his lips circling one firm nipple then the other. His one hand explores my thick dark bush while the other squeezes my huge firm breasts as he continues licking my erect brown nipples showing no favoritism. While cupping his full balls I keep stroking my man’s stiff cock until we can no longer control our squirming and hot lust for one another.

After releasing his big throbbing cock I fall back while spreading my legs wide making my wet dripping pussy available for the man in my life.

After Arnie crawls between my open legs I feel his thick cock begin parting my soaked pussy lips. I raise my legs clinging them tighly around his muscular body before squeezing. I’m pulling him closer while forcing almost 7 thick inches of glory to it’s limit. Arnie begins twisting and humping while I in return start hunching and grinding my ass feeling every stiff inch pleasing me to no end.

” Oh GOD yes fuck me baby!!! Fuck your hot trashy little fucking whore Ankara Escort Bayan you bigcocked pussy fucker. Ohhhh babeeee it feels so good. Faster honey!!! Dear God fuck me Arnie!!! Give it to me honey. Yessss!!! Yesssss!!! Drive it deep and fast you whorehumping fucker.”

Arnie’s making every hard thrusting stroke count as he fucks to the balls with each mighty slam. The bed’s squeaking as we bounce all over it while hearing the squishy sounds from our doings. We exchange sloppy kisses as we bounce up and down banging the headboard against the wall. I want it to never end, but after most likely 20 minutes of hammering it’s more than we can handle.

“Faster you hot little bitch. Grind that sweet ass while swallowing every inch of this hard cock inside that sucking juicy pussy. Oh fuck yes now babeeee. Oh Godddddddd yessssssssss!!!!! Fuck me, my darling, I’m there!!!!!!.”

I could feel his warm sperm filling me as my own juices flowed while we came realizing how much in love we still are.

The world seemed to have stopped for the two of us during these last precious few seconds.

We kiss tenderly as Arnie pulls out allowing his warm fresh cum, mixed with mine, to ooze down my thick soft thighs. I lay within my darling’s strong arms while our heat from passion subsides… almost feeling a guilt from being such a satisfied woman.

We fall asleep while still groping each others warm and content bodies.

Over breakfast the followimg morning our faces are flushed from the thoughts of some of the language we’d used the night before during our hot passionate lovemaking. These words are not our typical vocabulary. It only confirms how heated our good sex gets.

After breakfast I begin feeling a warm sensation run through my entire body as I realize it’s Saturday. Arnie’s off day and I’ll have my man to myself today.

I certainly feel no need for making the bed.

Not on my man’s day off.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

As the sun rose up into the sky which shined through the barred window of Geon’s prison cell, he felt himself slowly gather his surroundings and gain back his sight. He felt very well rested, albeit a little stiff due to the hard, uncomfortable bedding which he lied upon. Groaning softly, he slowly arched his body up into a seated position and scanned his surroundings. The cell which he woke up in was unlike any prison cell he had ever seen; it was spotless, smelt like freshly cut grass and looked more inviting than any inn he had spent the night in. He would have been shocked that this was a cell if it wasn’t for the solid marble bars on the door and one window which shot a beam of warm sunlight into. The adventurer stood stretching his back and arms to work away the grogginess of sleep.

During this time, he wondered what had happened to him. Just as he seemed to start thinking about last night in the woods the doors from across the room creaked open loudly, with one burly man entering along with two womanly figures close behind him. “You are awake human?” the larger man asked. Geon turned to face him, clearly observing the soft looking material of his clothing and pointed ears. Indeed, the old man’s theory was correct and that elves where real, living in a city inside a forest. The two women where twirling their hair with their fingers as they giggled softly to one another glancing at Geon from his face then darting to his lower body.

It was then Geon realised that he felt different than usual…he felt clean. Looking down over himself he noticed that his attire had been changed. Upon further inspection it was clear that he had been cleaned also. “What are you going to do with me?” He asked the big elven male with as much intimidation as he could.

“You are to take part in the ceremony.” The man replied calmly. The two women giggled louder, biting their lips and looking at him more. The man who accompanied them scowled and gracefully turned on the spot and clapped his hands “Away with you both! Report to the princess and see whether she is of proper attire.” The women suddenly wiped their faces clear of any enjoyment and bowed deeply, leaving the dungeon whispering to themselves, trying to get one last look of Geon before the door closed behind them.

“So…what ceremony is this? Will I be some form of sacrifice?” Geon asked more determined to try and get answers. He changed his stance from a casual stand to more of a defensive position, balling his fists up ready to attack if the man tried to take him from the cell. The man boomed a loud laugh, retrieving a key from his back pocket.

“No! You will not be sacrificed. Come out and follow me, I will tell you everything human…I promise you won’t be in any harm.” The man gave a warm smile which gave Geon a sense of security. He didn’t know why, but he trusted the elf before him. Slowly he moved back to a natural stance as the man opened the cell door, gesturing him to come out of the small room.

Amyla sat on the edge of her bed naked. Her thighs pressed together with her hands resting on them. Behind her was the two serving girls Suki and Belle, whom had just come from the dungeon. “What is he like?” the princess asked worriedly.

“Handsome!” Suki exclaimed eagerly.

“And rather well spoken.” Belle added as they both combed their mistress’ bright soft blonde hair. Amyla could feel herself getting more nervous and excited, but showing no intrigue about what was going to happen.

“I see.” She said in reply. Looking up she could see the outfit which was made for this ceremony (If you could call it an outfit.). It was mainly bright gold jewellery, bangles for her left and right arms as well as the same for her shins, close by where pure white boots with large heels made of soft cloth which was to be worn under the bangles. She was also made to wear a tiara with a large emerald stone encrusting the centre of the metal. Her vagina was covered by yet more golden accessories which hugged her wide hips, a loincloth draped over the front and back. Finally, two thin cloths (made of the same material as the boots) where attached to a thick necklace which would cover her breasts, however due to her natural huge bust, the cloth would probably not cover 10% of her chest.

“Daughter?” A muffled voice called from outside of the room called. “Am I Escort Eryaman able to enter?” the voice added. Amyla blushed heavily and shot up as fast as she could, hearing the doorknob turning to be opened.

“NO!” she called loudly in her quiet, feminine voice “I am not decent!” the doorknob stopped turning and retracted to its original axis.

“Very well. Please call once you are clothed. I must read the contract before you are moved to the alter.” Amyla looked toward her serving girls and signed. As the king spoke they left the bed and began retrieving the ceremonial garb. Amyla stood there as they placed the jewellery on her, seeing outside as a crowd began to gather. She bit her lip as the crowd started to murmur and look up at the room Amyla was to try and see if she was there. She was glad that the room was so high up and at the perfect angle so the people could not see her in her birthday suit. The lower part of her outfit was finished, she felt the cloth brush against her which sent a shiver up her spine.

Looking to her right into a large mirror placed there for this occasion, she saw how little the back of the loincloth covered her huge ass, nestled cosily between her ass cheeks. She sighed deeply and blushed, she liked being in clothing which was revealing, but something like this was too much!

After another few minutes, she was fully outfitted in the ‘clothing’ she looked at herself one last time. She smiled a little. The outfit may have been slutty, but she looked damn good in it…She hoped the human liked it too. The king entered the room, shadowed by another elf woman, looking more motherly than Amyla; and her husband, Revan. Her father seemed to avert his gaze in order to avoid looking at his daughter in such a crude outfit. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“Princess Amyla of our great and peaceful city. You have reached 200 years on this earth, and as royalty of this great tribe you must participate in the Ceremony of Relations. In which a human of the opposite gender will mate with you to conceive a child. Such as the curse of our royal family states ‘Thy descendants will never produce purebred elven kind with that of our own race’. A human has been selected, and you will now be taken to the alter to await your mate. It is now ruling that two parties connected to you will consent to the ritual or receive pain of expulsion from the court.”

The king looked to the woman and nodded. “I, Terri, Queen of this city and step-mother of Princess Amyla do consent to the Ceremony of Relations.” She smiled and looked upon her step-daughter, observing her figure with content jealousy.

The king grinned and turned toward Revan. The prince scowled and muttered as quick as he could “I Revan, husband of Princess Amyla consent to the Ceremony of Relations.” Amyla did not look at Revan, she tried her hardest to pretend that her sorry excuse of a husband was not present. She quietly held back the sting of the enchanted wedding ring.

“Very well! It is time daughter. If you could follow me.” The king boomed and gestured to follow. Terri and Revan followed suit, keeping in front of the princess. She swayed her hips while she walked, causing the cloth to sway left to right as she felt her heart race faster than any time she spent with her husband. After what seemed like an eternity the huge doors stood before them.

“It is time.” Terri said excitedly. Turning to her Amyla she rested a hand on her shoulder “Ill be there. Your father will be attending to some other duties as you requested his presence to be elsewhere.” She leaned forward and whispered into her ear “You’ll have fun. Trust me you will come out of this a changed woman.” She sealed her motivational words with a kiss on her cheek. Revan grunted and looked away from her crossing his arms and tapping his foot angrily. The doors slowly opened and light burst through like an invading force.

Amyla looked at her step-mother and held her head high as she walked down the hall through the doors. Before she was out of earshot, she heard her husband spit out the word “Whore.” Before turning towards another corridor and walking away. Amyla gritted her teeth as she swayed her hips down the courtyard toward the marble structure.

Geon felt his excitement grow. He now knew exactly what he was there for, thanks Eryaman Escort to Jonna, the man who he met in the dungeon. He was standing with him at the bottom of the steps which lead up to the alter. Surrounded by the large crowd he could see Amyla emerge at the top of the stairs with both hands on her hips, looking down at Geon directly. His eyes widened in shock. She was flawless. He looked at Jonna and back to her “Fuck.” He said bewildered.

Jonna laughed and smacked his back “Perfection in every sense, isn’t she?” he put one foot forward and gave him a push “Give her a good time. Everyone wants to see her naked.” He quickly stepped back and joined the crowd as they cheered and cat called the princess. Geon slowly stepped up the marble staircase getting closer and closer to his mate. Once he finally stood face to face with her, he carried himself taller, she only stood up to his shoulders. She looked at him, almost examining him as she circles him, poking certain points of his clothed body.

“Not so much different from us…” she muttered to herself. “My serving girls were right you ARE rather handsome.” She smiled and retreated back to the inside of the alter sitting on the edge of the bed holding her thighs together. “Tell me human.” She started.

“Geon.” He replied quickly.

“Geon…tell me, does it bother you how little I am clothed? Or that these people will be watching us mate with each other until you give me a child? Or how about that I am a married woman?” she quizzically studied Geon as she slowly crossed her legs showing the side of her barely covered ass.

Geon could already feel himself get excited, his cock starting to stiffen. He looked at her body, trying to comprehend her beauty “Well…It just so happens that I like people watching.” He smiled.

Amyla giggled and her eyes darted between his legs ‘I wonder how big it is…?’

“And about your husband…I hope he’s not watching.” Geon said slowly. She rolled her eyes and gestured him forward with one finger, biting her lip.

“Want to know a secret Geon?” she muttered as he was finally close enough to hook her fingers around the waist of this trousers “I really do not give a fuck what my husband thinks.” She looked up at him and pulled her hands down, pulling his trousers down in one motion.

What she saw shocked her and most of the crowd. Her eyes where fixed on the cock which her mate had. Almost like a third leg, it was thick, uncut, shaven and easily 10 inches in length. It pointed right at her throbbing as he stood there, looking down at her sitting on the bed. “Wow.” She muttered as she started to feel herself quiver with excitement.

One of her small hands wrapped around his cock as she started to jerk him off slowly, he moaned a little as a bead of precum escaped from him, dripping onto Amyla’s thick thighs. She began to speed up the jerking motion then soon added her second hand to pump his dick. “It’s…massive!” she said bewildered at the thought that cocks where this big. “Are all humans this big? My husband is barely 5!” she looked up and licked her lips at him, getting lost in the moment even forgetting there was a crowd of people trying to hide their erections and wet pussies.

Amyla reached down and kissed the head of Geon’s cock, causing it to throb and pulse. She giggled and let go of him. Looking up into his eyes she knelt up on the bed, groping her huge tits at him. “Take everything off human. Mate with me!” she sighed excitedly and gripped the cloth which covered nothing and tore them off the necklace. Geon stared at the largest, natural breasts he had ever seen and followed her onto the bed like he was enchanted, slipping his shirt off and dropping it at the end of the bed he reached out and felt them, the soft, heavy boobs of the princess where like gods gift to men.

He groped them and felt her nipples stab the palms of his hands. Amyla observed as she felt herself moisten between her legs. “You know, my ass is just as good…” she said erotically, biting her lip as she again started to hold his giant cock and pump him. Geon moved to her hips, feeling her soft skin only having goose bumps on her as any bump, he firmly held both ass cheeks with his two hands. Much like Amyla, Geon had no idea what the crowd was doing, but he imagined that this princess was a Eryaman Escort Bayan very desired woman!

Amyla leaned forward and planted a heavy, lust filled kiss onto Geon, pushing her tongue between his lips and invading his mouth. He replied by doing the same, as loud lip smacking from a passionate make out filled their ears. After a few seconds Amyla pushed back his body and held his cock “lay down human.” She ordered with a devilish grin. Geon followed suit and laid down on the bed, his cock pointing to the top of the alter. Amyla’s heart beast fast as she pulled the loincloth away, leaving her with nothing to cover her.

She mounted her mate in reverse and faced the crowd, looking out at them. Indeed, it was clear that the people enjoyed it; what used to be a classy ceremony nowadays has become a polite dogging session as the men tried to be secretive in their masturbating through their trousers or the women gasping and slowly trying to feel herself. Amyla loved it, she loved the feeling of being desired, she had a perfect body, she wanted to show it off…and please this horse-like cock. She turned her head over her shoulder and gave an alluring look to her hung human “Make me sore stud.” She panted before lowering herself roughly onto his cock.

Instantly Amyla felt a wave of immense pleasure as she impaled herself on this massive beast. She threw her head back and gave a guttural moan, determined to fuck herself well and good, she started to bounce up and down on him, causing her tits to bounce in rhythm. Geon groaned loudly as he watched as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into the princess, in awe of the thick ass which bounced on him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck meeee!” she moaned as she felt her ass slap the pelvis of her human. She leaned back and looked down seeing that she had gone balls deep into her. She began to ride him the whole length, her moans increasing in pitch as Geon’s cock stretched her out to fit his thickness. Amyla quivered as she felt herself embrace a hard orgasm. She stopped balls deep once more letting out an orgasmic moan as she kneaded her huge tits as she lost herself in an orgasm. After a few seconds, Geon pulled out of her by pushing her up slowly. She panted hard and looked at him “Fuck…so goooood.” She moaned with a blissful smile.

Geon pushed her over and made her squat on all fours. Facing the crowd Amyla liked the feeling of being manhandled by a human as she looked at the women who looked her age. Clearly most wanting to be in her position. “You know…I never thought I’d be-AHHHHH!” the princess moaned as she felt herself being penetrated once more by the human.

Geon fucked her as fast and as hard as he could. Thrusting in and out of her elven pussy while holding onto her wide birthing hips. Geon grunted hard, wanting to blast inside her in front of the people. Amyla moaned louder, panting the word yes after every time she felt his pelvis smack on her thick ass. “So fucking good! I love humans!” Amyla moaned. Forgetting about her troublesome husband and focusing on the humans’ pleasure.

Geon spanked Amyla, causing more ripples through her ass to form from the pounding he was giving her. She felt his cock throb inside her, pulsing as her walls squeezed him as precum leaked into her. “Cum inside me. Complete the ritual. Put a baby in me daddy!” she squealed loudly as she came for a second time. Geon thrusted one last time before holding her ass causing his fingers to sink into her soft flesh.

He came. Rope after rope of cum sprayed like a hose inside her, she thrust her head back and moaned, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was pumped full of thick warm semen. It felt like a whole minute of ungodly pleasure as it seemed like the human’s ejaculation would never stop. Her eyes went foggy as her vision blurred, getting close to passing out…until there was a sudden empty feeling. She collapsed onto the bed panting hard as the crowd cheered loudly.

Geon had pulled out and laid down beside her. She looked around at him, almost fucked silly. She giggled and looked at his now flaccid cock ‘still bigger than Re…husband?’ she suddenly remembered the man who watched from his study, probably jealous to no end. Geon panted with her, observing what he did.

“Round 2?” he joked as he watched a waterfall of cum exit her pussy pooling between her legs.

Amyla bit her lip and reached out to hold his cock once more “Don’t tempt me Geon…” she winked at him as they gathered their senses.

“Hey stud?” she looked up at him with puppy eyes, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Fuck my ass next time.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I’m in New York on business. I arrive on Sunday; have a meeting scheduled for Monday. I’ve been itching to see the Turner exhibit at the Met. I heard that it’s been there since July and will soon be gone. Back to the Tate I presume. I decide to walk there from my hotel, which is on 91st, near 1st. It’ll be a nice walk to the Met at 82nd and 5th Avenue…it’s a lovely September day…spectacular, in fact. Bright sun, not a cloud in the sky. I’m in no hurry of course, so I stroll more than walk, taking more than a few turns along the way to pick up parts of Lexington and Park Aves.

The usual crowd awaits me at the entrance to the Met. I endure the line, which is not that long, really, and get inside without too much hassle. I’m partial to modern art so I begin with that, wanting to save Turner for last. I’m standing in front of a Pollack, when something soft bumps into me from behind. I hear an “Excuse me!” as I turn to see a lovely lady (you) who was apparently backing up to get a better view of a larger painting on the opposite wall. Oh, that’s quite all right, I reply. Not at all minding coming into contact with such a well-formed derriere. I unconsciously scan the rest of your anatomy in a split second…a reflex all of us males are prone to. I’m taken aback for a second by your obvious voluptuousness, but you fill the void with your enchanting smile. I’m really sorry, you say. Please, I’m okay, no harm done, I lamely reply. What I’d really like to say is, Do it again, please! But decorum dictates otherwise. 🙂

You’ve dropped your museum brochure in the “collision”, so I pick it up and hand it to you. I immediately notice the delicacy of your hand as you reach for it. Slender, feminine, graceful. And your hair flowing off your shoulders has me in a whirl! I’m hoping I’m not too obvious. You thank me for retrieving your brochure, then you ask, Do you know where the Turner exhibit is, by any chance? I’m supposed to meet my friends there and I’m not sure where it is.

Now my heart is pounding. You must see it in my eyes, because you seem to be teasing me when you say, I’d love to have someone show me the way. Of course I cease on that with, I’d be glad to do that; in fact, I was headed there next. Great!, you exclaim, I’d really appreciate that. I’m Allie, by the way, extending your soft hand. I take it briefly, I’m Jack, nice to meet you. It all seems to have happened so fast! I’m alone one minute, and the next I have a gorgeous sort-of-companion. At least that’s the way I’m thinking about it as we make our way toward the Turners.

Your heels are clopping on the marble floor in a very appealing way. And I can’t help but take my furtive peeks at your jiggling rump as you bump along. Oh god, what am I getting myself into? My mind is racing. What am I going to say when we get there. I can’t just let you go. Leave you off with your friends…and never see you again. I’d love to spend the rest of the day with you, get to know you, start something up with you. But how is it going to happen if you go off with your friends?

I’m relieved when we get to the Turner exhibit and your friends are nowhere in sight. I offer to view the exhibit with you until they show up. With a radiant smile, you readily agree. Out of curiosity, I ask how many friends we are looking for. You quickly respond with, Oh sorry, yes, there are two of them. The three of us planned this little outing weeks ago. We work together and every now and then, we take a “girl’s day out”, so to speak. It’s a break from our husbands, and a chance to have some girl fun, you wink.

I do my best to conceal my elation at the thought. Are you game? Or am I reading too much into innocent openness? How should I take your wink? I am getting some very nice eye contact too! Hmmm. Think! Don’t blow this, Jack, this woman is extraordinary! You ask what brings me here, so I explain my business plans in the city and my desire to see the Turner paintings while I’m here. That seems to be a satisfactory answer for now.

We first encounter “The Shipwreck”, a famous Turner masterpiece. I Escort Kızılay remark about its power and the dark palette he uses, hoping you don’t see through my lack of any real depth of knowledge. You either don’t detect it or you pretend not to. Either way, I’m grateful. I notice that you’re standing closer to me as we move along to each painting. I’m taking in your pleasant fragrances, and enjoying your little looks up at me as we move. I sense that you might be experiencing some of the same attraction that I am.

After viewing a number of paintings, and getting more and more comfortable with you, I suggest that if your friends don’t show, we should go get a bite to eat. You seem enthused at the idea! Now I’m REALLY hoping your friends don’t show!

Time passes quickly. We are enjoying the paintings as well as one another’s company. Before we know it we are through the entire exhibit. Still no friends. You surprise me with, It’s 2:30, I’m really getting hungry, where can we eat? I mention the restaurant in the museum, but suggest we go to a little place I know on 85th St., a not so long walk away. You seem delighted with the prospect. That’s perfect, you say, I’m parked on 85th. Again with a warm smile.

A quick jaunt up 5th to 85th, then past your car for a few more blocks and we find ourselves at Rughetta Ristorante. It’s a cozy little place. We get a table in the back, in an alcove, more like a booth really. For being such a bright day, it’s kind of dark, but there’s a candle jar on the table, so I can see you well enough. We are first seated on either side of the table; the waiter comes; we order. My eyes are drawn to the undone button on your blouse. I’m feeling a very nice connection and believe you are too. Looking into my eyes, you reach to put your hand on mine; I put my other hand over yours. A sense of calm comes over me. A peace. I invite you to come around to sit next to me. As you rise I get a glimpse of your sumptuous cleavage as your blouse opens slightly, giving me a twinge in my loins. You sidle up to me; I’m finding the smell of your hair and your perfume to be intoxicating. Your hand is on my thigh beneath the table. Our drinks come. We talk. You tell be about your work, I tell you about mine. Your every gesture is arousing me. The way you talk, the way you hold your glass, speaks nothing but sex to me! I’m beginning to swell and with your hand near my crotch you’re noticing right away. I want to kiss you, but I restrain myself for the moment. Only to have you turn toward me to offer your mouth to mine. We kiss softly, our lips first touching very lightly, then more fully as we both well up.

I suggest we finish our lunch and walk to my hotel, the Marriott, on 91st St. You give me a very lascivious look, I can tell the idea excites you greatly…as it does me! Yesss, you whisper.

Our lunch is light and delicious. We don’t hurry but we both are now a little anxious to get to the hotel. I pay the check and off we go.

We walk arm-in-arm now…which is a thrill for me. I’m enjoying your soft breast against my arm and the thought of your jiggling ass behind you. What a sight you must be to others on the street! So voluptuous and sooo gorgeous! I’m feeling very lucky to be with you.

We are soon to the hotel and up to my room. We embrace while standing just inside the door, pressing hard against each other while our tongues meet…the tips flicking their hello. A brief thrust, a parry, then they plunge deeply, writhing together! It’s our first unrestrained kiss…oh, the taste of you! I waste no time in putting my hand on a very ample breast, and then inside your blouse. I put my fingers inside the cup of your bra to gently graze your nipple with the back of my fingers. I feel it harden to my touch. Your hand is on my crotch, even below it, as my cock has already grown thicker and longer, now beginning to strain at my trousers.

I invite you to sit on the edge of the bed. We make out like teenagers. Our tongues can’t get enough of each other. I move my hand up your skirt, feeling your Kızılay Escort smooth thighs as I go, while you are getting a handful of my stiffening cock. I unbutton your blouse and remove it. Oh those tits, they look fantastic in that bra, but the bra must come off. I stand up and undo my belt and unzip my pants, pushing them down until I spring free. You give a little gasp, and instinctively reach for it. But I grab your hands and tell you that you’ll have to wait. This seems to turn you on even more, so I tell you to stand up and put your hands behind your back. You comply, and I proceed to tie your hands with rope, while your lovely breasts bobble gently.

I undo your skirt and drop it to the floor, then your panties…which exposes your beautifully trimmed little box. You are now standing there before me, nude, but still in your heels. While I have my pants off, exposing my full erection…which you can’t seem to take your eyes off! You naughty girl! Am I going to have to spank you? I quickly shed my shirt and shoes, and push you down onto the bed. I can see that you want nothing more than to do whatever I tell you to do!

I tell you to lay on your stomach on the bed. Your hands are tied behind you so it’s a little awkward getting in position, but you manage. I begin by taking your high heel-incased foot into my hand and I massage your calves very lightly. While still holding your foot, I put my mouth at the back of your knee and kiss and lick there, flexing your leg slightly to make an indent. Mmmmm. I remove one shoe and put the sole of your foot against my cock and balls. You can feel it throbbing and my balls dangling. You think of all that cum stirring in there, building up pressure! You moan a moan of longing, you want my cock so bad. I spread your legs slightly so I can see your trimmed cunt with its smooth lips. So inviting. I begin to caress your legs with my tongue as I work my way up to your smooth white thighs. The view of your bountiful booty from this vantage point is heavenly. Those full cheeks and well rounded hips are a sight to behold. I slap your ass lightly to see the flesh jiggle. Then a little harder to let you know I mean business. Not painful, but it catches you off guard, surprises you. I put my mouth on one of your cheeks, briefly sucking some flesh into my open mouth. You feel my teeth, but I’m not biting. You revel in the sensation of having your ass worshipped like this. The taste of your flesh in my mouth is going straight to my brain. Oh that’s good! I lick all around one cheek and then spread your cheeks slightly to get my mouth on the inside of one, sucking a healthy mouthful of flesh again. Then to the other side. I’m nearly in heaven. I flip you over with one deft move, so that you’re on your back in an awkward position laying on your still tied hands. You feel constrained as your legs flail in the air. You look so hot like that! I lift you up by the ankles and place the back of your heels on my shoulders. Your shapely legs against my torso, and my swollen cock between your legs just touching your well-coifed pussy, so wet and slick. You heave up trying to get more contact with my cock, but I reprimand you for taking the liberty. There will be none of that until I say so!

After just grazing your steaming pussy with my cock, I make you beg for it. You plead. You’re shaking now. You say you’ll do anything I ask, if I’ll fuck you with it just once! I throw your legs off my shoulders and spin you around on your back so your head is hanging off the bed. My cock and balls hover over your face as I reach down to tease your clit with my finger. I want to get my tongue on it too. Your mouth is just inches from my cock. Oh, how you want to get your tongue on it! I bend down to trail the tip of my tongue over your clit, then lick it, trill it, suck it into my mouth. You are going crazy now! You plead for me to let you suck my cock, but I decline. I pick you up and turn you over on your stomach and tell you to get up on your knees. You are going to suck me while you’re on your knees, with your hands tied Kızılay Escort Bayan behind your back. I grab your hair and force your head against my pelvis, my stiff dong against your neck and over your shoulder. I tell you I want deep throat. I grab you by the hair again to guide your mouth to the head. Your wet tongue and lips go right to work. Ooh, that is so good! Then I force my way deeper into your mouth! You’re gagging! The saliva is dripping, as I fuck your mouth! You can barely breath, but you suck and squeal as you’re finally getting the mouthful you’ve been craving.

I could cum like this, but I want to save it for a wild ride behind your fabulous hips. I tell you to stop! I push you back on the bed, and tell you to turn around. You don’t quite understand for a second, so with you still on your knees, I grab you and turn you around and force your head and shoulders down and your glorious ass up. By design you’re not quite stable with your hands tied behind you. I get up on the bed to stand over you. I straddle you and squat slightly so that my huge cock and balls come in contact with your tied hands. They’re constrained, but not so much that you can’t feel my cock’s pulsing heat. You fondle it as best you can, moaning for me to give it to you. I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back. I bend down and put as much of my tongue in your mouth as I can from that position. You hungrily give me your tongue in return. Your cunt is literally dripping wet, aching to envelope my cock. You plead again, will I please fuck you…will I please give you release!

I reposition behind you, bend down for one last lick of your lovely ass, then put the head of my cock between your wet cunt lips. You shudder. You beg me to shove it in, to enter you at last. I apply some pressure and the head slips in, then a portion of the shaft. You are sooo tight! You want it all, you say. I pull back just to torture you a little more. You’re about to scream. Please give it to me, please, I can’t take this anymore…please…please! I slip in slowly. All the way in. You feel like you’re going to split in two!!! Ooooooo!

I start to pump in and out. Long deep strokes. You’re trying to grind against me, but with your hands tied behind you you can only push your head and shoulders into the bed for leverage. This heightens your hunger even more because you have to cede that much more control to me. You’ve waited so long. Give it to me, you scream! Give it to me faster…please! I pick up the pace. We are two animals in heat. Beasts heaving and panting. My horse cock pumping your pussy, your gorgeous ass flesh rippling with each thrust! You’re grunting and moaning in ecstacy, gasping for air. Oh Jack!…Oh Jack!…Oooooh!…I’m cuuuuuming!

Wave after wave comes over you! An orgy of orgasms envelopes you! You are quaking! Spasm after spasm! Shuddering beneath me! You are cumming down in your core! Deep…oh so deep!

I’m going to cum too. My throbbing cock is ready to explode! My balls swing back and forth, just itching to release their load! I’m going to cummmm! Ooooooh! I pull out at the last second and shoot a thick hot stream. It comes in bursts. I feel like a cannon! Aaaaaah!

There is cum all over your ass, in the crack, and up your back! Your tied hands are not spared either, even the rope is spattered! I reinsert for a few hard ball-draining strokes, then while still inside you, we collapse over on our sides to a more stable position. Just to lie there for a bit…to calm down…to let you hold me in your cunt for a while…so warm…so tight. My arms around you from the rear, the cum now squishy between us. Mmmmm. So peaceful now…so tranquil.

We lay beside one another for a good while. We whisper our contents. All too soon, it comes time to withdraw, to wipe the cum away and untie you. I brush your hair back from your face with my fingers and kiss you on the lips. Not passionately, but with affection. You are drifting off now, content at last.

When you awake it is nearly dusk. We dress and I walk you back to your car on 85th St. What a lovely day it has been. We’ve each found a new lover and a new friend. We plan to see one another whenever we can. We talk of meeting at some halfway point. We’ll be in touch. With you safely in your car, we kiss softly; you pull away from the curb and move down 85th…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter One – Introduction

She was an only child, the daughter of a Chinese father and German mother, she was born in France, her parents christening her Alicia. Her parents loved her and raised her carefully and lovingly. She was four years old when I met her for the first time. I was twenty five at the time and a friend of her parents.

Alicia was a happy talented girl and as a young child growing up she did all the things that young girls of her age did. She played with her dolls, dressing them up and nursing them as babies. As she entered her early teens Alicia began to display her talent as a writer. She would make up stories, mostly childish romances of boy meets girl and they get married and live happily ever after.

At school Alicia had many friends and when she turned fourteen started to take an interest in boys. She was not promiscuous though and being the true romantic kept herself for her Prince Charming. At nineteen she had matured into a small girl of about five feet two inches with tiny, perfectly shaped breasts and black straight hair flowing down to her waist.

She then met the boy that she believed would be her Prince. His name was Pierre and he was two years older than her. She met him one summers evening in Paris when she was out with two of her girl friends. She started talking with him and liked him a lot, so she swapped phone numbers before going home. That night Alicia lay in her small single bed dreaming of Pierre. She imagined making love with him, her hand sliding down between her legs massaging her clit, rubbing across it, feeling the heat come off it, as waves of electric lust shot from her pussy to her nipples: which became hard with expectancy.

She continued to pleasure, herself bringing herself to the brink, feeling her orgasm boil deep inside her, as her pussy started to pulse, gripping her fingers in a vice like grip, until it happened and she felt her stomach clench as her hips rose and her pussy boiled, the come racing up and out; pouring out, flowing across her thighs leaving her with a very wet and sticky pussy. She got out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom to clean herself off. Returning to bed she slept soundly.

It was a week later that Pierre phoned, asking her out to a party. Alicia excitedly accepted. That week she thought about the party and Pierre. Every evening after school she would try different clothes on. First she tried a black dress with white waistcoat and red scarf and then she put on jeans with form fitting tee shirt. Not satisfied she tried a short denim skirt with red flowing shirt before settling on tight black jeans with a light cotton shirt. She did not wear a bra. With her small breasts, she hardly ever wore one.

Chapter Two – Alicia Gives Herself

At 6pm on the following Saturday Pierre met Alicia at her parent’s house, taking her in his old 1950’s Citroen, with a running board and spare wheel on the side. It had a soft top that could be pushed back and the upholstery was leather. Alicia thought it the sexiest car ever. They drove in silence to the party and walking inside grabbed a wine before sitting down with other revelers eating snacks and drinking cheap red wine. The music was the current popular music of the time and the party goers were dancing to it.

Pierre took Alicia’s hand and led her onto the floor and they danced in a tight embrace, moving languidly to the music, more interested in each other than what was happening around them. Alicia’s mind was moving with the music, she knew that she wanted to go further with Pierre but should tonight be the night? After all it was their first date. She clung to Pierre as they swung across the room feeling his hand on the swell of her butt. Feeling it move slowly across her tight jeans sending shocks to her pussy, as she felt it become wet, as it sent shots of hot moisture to her panties.

She placed her head on his shoulder and hugged him closer as she felt his dick become hard and press into her jeans clad pussy. She knew that tonight was going to be the night she lost her virginity. Her body was on fire as the music stopped and every one trooped to the next room where a tasty smorgasbord had been laid out.

Pierre took a plate and taking her hand asked her what she wanted, as she indicated the dishes he loaded her plate and pouring her a red wine sat her down, as he then helped himself. They sat side by side on a small sofa eating their meal and sipping their wine. Pierre took her plate away and returned with another glass of wine. She sat there and they made small talk, until Alicia felt his hand slide around her shoulders pulling her in towards him, his lips lightly brushing hers. Her heart was racing and her pussy was shooting more shots of hot juice to her now sodden panties.

The kiss became more urgent as Pierre sucked her tongue into his mouth, tasting it, feeling its

texture, as his tongue rolled across hers, as his hand moved over her breast cupping it feeling its softness and Escort Çankaya the erect nipples through her dress. Alicia moaned into his mouth kissing him harder as she felt his fingers clasp her nipple, squeezing it, making her gasp.

By this time she had collapsed against him allowing Pierre complete freedom with her mouth and breasts. Realising that it was time to find somewhere less public he took her hand leading her upstairs, finding a room with a double bed. Pulling her too him, he raised her dress up over her shoulders letting it flutter submissively to the floor.

Alicia was now naked, but for her green thigh stockings and white panties with a thin floral design. Pierre, undressing, was allowing her to see her first inflamed, naked cock, standing hard, thick and long. She gasped, wondering how she was going to fit that into her small wet pussy. Taking her hand Pierre led her to the bed, laying her down, before lying next to her. He kissed her, his mouth locking onto hers as his tongue took possession of her mouth. Kissing passionately, their tongues dancing the waltz of love, he allowed his hand to move up onto her small white, soft breasts. Feeling them up, pressing softly against the delicate pliable flesh, listening to Alicia, moaning into his mouth. His fingers rubbed harshly across her hard rubbery nipples shooting shock waves to her soaked pussy.

Leaving her mouth he locked onto her straining nub as she gasped and cried out feeling the erotic waves of lust shooting through her limp submissive body. His fingers and lips continued to tease and stimulate her sensitive hard nipples as she moaned and gasped. “Oh Pierre no, no, Oh give me more take me, ahhhhhhhhhhh God you are killing me.”

Pierre smiled and continued massaging her sensitive nipples, squeezing them, biting them, making her gasp and rise up against him. Her legs spread wide as she felt her soaking pussy squirt more of her love juice onto her now sex soaked panties. “OH fffffffuck yes take me, shove your prick into my wet cunt.”

Pierre’s hand slid down the silken path of her torso passing the indentation of her navel to her sopping panties. Taking the hem he pulled them over her hips, as she closed her legs, assisting him to remove them. Pulling them over her hips, down her thighs and legs to her ankles where she kicked them off onto the floor.

Going down between her open legs Pierre licked up the crinkled lips of her outer labia, licking slowly, deliberately up and back down towards her arse before returning, taking the small, wet, erect clitoris in his teeth licking across it, as Alicia almost came on the spot, feeling the shooting electrical contraction through her stomach and down to her wet pussy. She gasped and her backside humped up off the bed pushing into his face.

Pierre smiled, before slipping three fingers in through the lips of her sex sliding down over the knuckle, pulling out and pushing in. His fingers were reaching around her dark steaming tunnel of lust, feeling for her G spot. At last sliding across it, Alicia screamed, her hips bucking, her legs locking over his back. As Pierre’s knowledgeable fingers fucked her wet pussy.

At last he took his tool of love, slipping it down, just inside her before stopping, resting, allowing her to get used to his dick lying against her cunt, before sliding slowly, down into her wet pussy, filling her cunt with his meat before stopping again at natures barrier, he paused, allowing his hard dick to rest against her hymen before driving forward, taking her as Alicia screamed her lust, as she announced to the world that she was at last a woman. He started to move, driving slowly into her, pulling up and crashing back in as Alicia’s butt rose off the bed riding with him as they worked together in rhythm.

Alicia could feel her pussy gripping Pierre’s phallus as it pounded into her, she could feel her muscles contracting around his fucking cock as she felt a boiling deep down inside her, as she realised it wasn’t long before she would have her first orgasm with a man. As her stomach clenched, her hips spread and her butt rising with his cock, as it ploughed back down raking her, fucking her, as she felt her orgasm break over her, felt it pulse through her as she screamed her emotion feeling the tsunami of her first orgasm as it boiled out her. Her orgasm was washing out of her, gushing, flowing, pouring onto the mattress protector, a mix of come and blood.

She collapsed back on the mattress, drifting into a sex induced slumber as Pierre pulled out and came on her breasts, his love juice shooting in a hard stream onto her small white breasts. They lay there, sleeping, Alicia with a leg draped across Pierre’s torso. They woke up later that evening and made love again, their bodies gracefully performing an erotic dance.

The next morning as the sun rose shining its welcoming rays through the window they got up and dressing, hurried out to the car and Pierre drove her home, arriving before Çankaya Escort her parents awoke. Kissing her passionately he asked her when they could meet again and Alicia said she would meet him after school on Friday evening. This was the beginning of a two year relationship. Alicia first introduced Pierre to her parents and he became part of the family. After twelve months they bought an old warehouse and did it up. Polishing the old timber floors and dividing the building up with Chinese screens. There life was harmonious and all their friends accepted that they would get married soon.

Chapter 3 Tragedy

Alicia and Pierre lived and idyllic existence, they both had plenty of capital and their life was perfect. They made love constantly and frequented the best restaurants, bars and nightclubs. They took expensive holidays and it was whilst on one of these, staying in Niece that they were interrupted late one evening by a knock on the door of the unit they were renting. It was the police, a man and woman. Pierre invited them in and once Alicia had joined them the police woman quietly told her that her parents had been killed in a road accident outside Paris.

Alicia stood there, the colour going from her cheeks, she started to shake and tears quietly ran from her eyes. She couldn’t say a thing her mind was a blank. She couldn’t see, she just stood there shaking and crying. The policewoman looked to Pierre but he remained rooted to the floor so she took Alicia in her arms as she started to sob, her chest heaving with emotion, choking tears as she was helped to the couch and sat down. The policemen looked at Pierre motioning for him to take care of her but he just stood there.

An ambulance was called and Alicia was taken to hospital where a doctor gave her sedatives and gave her a private room where she slept a dreamless sleep, waking in the morning and when reality hit her she started to sob before a nurse gave her some more sedatives laying her back and letting her sleep. She remained in hospital for a week, getting out to attend her parents funeral; she collapsed at their grave side and was returned to hospital. Pierre was not with her and only visited her twice whilst in hospital.

Alicia returned to her parents house when she left the hospital, she wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She would phone Pierre asking him to come over but he always declined saying it was better if she came to grips with the tragedy alone. She went through her mother’s clothes packing them up and taking them to a shop selling used clothing. She couldn’t bring herself to go through her father’s things; she had idolised her father, all his life he had told her stories and bits of wisdom, it was to her father she went when upset or in need of something. It was her father that she now missed so much.

Two weeks after moving back into her parent’s house she went over to the warehouse to find Pierre. Walking in and hearing music coming from the bedroom, smiling she crept to the room wanting to surprise Pierre and make love to him. Opening the screen she went to step in when she realised he was not alone. As her eyes became used to the gloom she recognised her girlfriend Puone making love with Pierre. She stood fixed to the floor Pierre was taking her doggy driving into her, his hands gripping her thighs as Puone cried his name, “Pierre fuck me, fuck me hard, you know how I love it hard and violent. Oh Pierre I love you, fuck me I am almost there Ohhhhhhh Pierre I am coming ohhhhhhhhhh ffffffffffffffffffuck its great, its gushing from me I love it.”

Finding her voice Alicia screamed, “You fucking bastards.” Running from the room she collapsed onto the sofa, rolling into a ball crying, sobbing into the cushion. How could Pierre fuck her best girl friend, she had known Puone from her earliest school days. They had been inseparable, sharing everything, going everywhere together. Puone had been with her when she first met Pierre, it was Puone who always said that it was inevitable that they would get married and now she is fucking him in her bed, in her house, how could she.

Pierre came out and taking Alicia in his arms kissed her. “Get out you fucking cunt, get out and take that bitch with you, I don’t want to see you again take your things and get out.” When Pierre made no move to go she got up and threw a lamp that Pierre had bought as a gift, hitting him on the side of the head. Pierre walked from the room and quickly packed a bag before leaving with Puone.

Alicia remained in the warehouse for a month before returning to her parent’s house, feeling strangely stronger. She worked hard cleaning the house of the last of her parent’s belongings. Selling what items she didn’t want to keep. Six months later the house was auctioned, Pierre turned up just as the gavel fell. Approaching Alicia he smiled and went to hug her but she shrugged away.

“Please my sweet I am sorry, Puone and I are no longer together, let me come back to you.”

“Fuck Çankaya Escort Bayan off, you are never living in the warehouse again, you can come and clear your stuff out and piss off.”

Pierre approached her again and as he did Alicia struck him across the face, leaving an angry red mark where she had connected. Pierre reeled back his hand going to his face, before leaving, walking down the road his head bowed. Later that week Alicia returned from shopping to find that he had been back, removing his belongings and leaving a note. She didn’t read it, screwing it up and throwing it in the bin. She then sat down and wept. All the stress and sadness of the past months seemed to dissolve from her as she sobbed, her shoulders heaving as her troubles washed from her.

She fell to sleep on the sofa and waking the next morning felt relieved. She felt a new person, her world was changing, she was still upset about her parents and knew she would never forget that awful day but Pierre, Puone, they were now ancient history and she could get on with her life.

She didn’t think she would ever trust men again and she would even hesitate about forming any really firm friendships after the betrayal she had experienced so soon after her parent’s death. She returned to teaching, working as a teacher of languages at a girl’s school. She enjoyed her work and even made a few friends amongst the teaching staff, although on weekends she remained aloof preferring her own company. Her parents had left her very wealthy and she could afford to accept the best life could offer. She would frequent cafes and go out into the country for weekends, yet she never formed any sexual relationships. She couldn’t trust people enough to give them her love and respect.

She turned to religion, giving to God what she would have given to a lover. She went to Church twice a week and taught bible class on Thursday nights. She involved herself with charities and would work raising money for the needy on weekends. She enjoyed this work and even formed friendships with other charity workers yet she could not take these friendships that one extra place.

She felt safer, more secure, keeping her own company. Although sitting alone at night in the warehouse she would dream of lovers. She would tell herself to get up and go to a night club meet a man and make love with him, it needn’t go any further than that, but every time she started to act on it she would suddenly feel very vulnerable and would change back into her house clothes.

One afternoon as she was packing to leave the school when a teacher approached her, asking if she would attend a function at her house that weekend. Its purpose was to raise money for a charity and to look at a series of small paintings of an artist friend of hers. Alicia stammered, but decided that as it was a charity function she should attend. On the Saturday evening she dressed conservatively in a light floral dress and fawn thigh highs and open shoes. She wore a red leather hair band on her head her long black hair framing her beautiful face.

Arriving at seven she walked nervously in accepting a glass of Burgundy and taking a piece of cheese and biscuit from a plate offered her. When she saw Dominique, the teacher who invited her she smiled and accepted her hug. Dominique took her round showing her the art and introducing her to her friend Max, the artist. He was ruggedly handsome with long shoulder length grey hair bushy eyebrows covering deep dark hypnotic eyes; Alicia blushed when he kissed her hand. Standing at six feet and wearing black slacks with a long black shirt hanging down with a red scarf around his neck. Alicia thought the shirt was long enough to double as a short dress. She smiled to herself realising that on her five foot two inch body it would double as a formal evening gown.

Later during the gathering Max got up and addressed the guests about his life and work. After the talk his six oils of birds were auctioned. Alicia purchased all six, the money being donated to a children’s home in financial difficulties. Max shuffled up to her, congratulating her on her purchase and thanking her for the donation. Seeing she didn’t have a wine he gallantly offered to get her one, returning with a Burgundy and cheese platter for them both.

She found him very easy to talk to, even relaxing. He had a smooth quiet accent, which had a calming effect upon Alicia; she hadn’t spoken to a strange man since Pierre’s betrayal and was finding it quietly erotic. Max’s quiet accent, his choice of words, the way he payed attention to her every need made her notice the wet spot on her panties. Not since before her parent’s death had she felt this aroused. It was pleasant, it was frightening, it was sexy, and Alicia was beginning to feel horny.

They talked about everything and anything. Max told her about his life as a child and his introduction to art, about previous lovers and his sadness when his twin sister was killed in a plane accident. At this Alicia’s heart went out to him, she took his hand kissing it and found herself recounting the sadness of her parent’s death and even Pierre’s betrayal of her. They had walked out onto the patio, standing in the moonlight basking in the warm air of a Paris summer evening.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

‘Excited Baby?’ I said to Ashley.

‘Excited about arriving but not about the long flight’ she replied.

‘At least it’s overnight so we can sleep hopefully’ I pointed out.

‘As long as there are no screaming babies’. She said as she frowned at a baby nearby.

Ashley and I were just boarding a long haul flight to Australia, for a hard earned trip away together. She looked stunning in a pair of blue jeans that perfectly showed off her great legs and amazing arse, whilst on top she wore a simple top that clung to her breasts just teasing me with a glimpse of them under her jacket. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to be going away with this sexy girl!! I couldn’t wait to arrive in Australia to do all manner of naughty things to her in our hotel room.

Luckily the flight had a few empty seats and we managed to get three seats between the two of us which meant we could stretch out somewhat.

After we finished our meal the cabin crew announced that the main lights would be shut off to allow people to sleep if they wanted.

‘I’m gonna try and get some sleep ok baby?’ she said to me.

‘Sure, I’m gonna finish watching this movie then I might join she. Lie back against me if it’s more comfortable.’ I shifted myself into a position where she could lie comfortably on me and use me as a pillow.

She quickly fell asleep as I finished watching my film. I wasn’t really that tired so contemplated starting to watch another one, when she shifted in her sleep. As she turned over, her hand that she was using as a pillow came to rest against the crotch of my pants. I checked to see if she was awake and being cheeky, but she was still fast asleep – it was just coincidence.

From my angle I could see under the blanket and down the cleavage of her top. I could see the swell of her breast as it disappeared down into her bra, and this view combined with the hand on my crotch was very quickly turning me on.

After a minute of back and forth decision making the feelings in my cock were too strong to ignore and I decided to have some fun with her. I had a quick look around and most people were asleep with just a few people watching the tv’s in the backs of their chairs. I slid down in my seat so that I was almost lying down next to her, and she snuggled up against me. I kissed her lightly on the lips and she didn’t wake up, so I planted soft kisses all over her face and then started to kiss her neck. She sighed softly and sleepily whispered ‘what are Etimesgut Escort you doing baby?’

I whispered back ‘You’re so sexy I couldn’t resist you, plus you turned me on by accident before.’

I explained about how her hand had fell to my crotch and how the angle she was lying at had given me a great view down her shirt. As I got to the end of that she grabbed my head and we started kissing deeply as she pressed her body up against me.

I slid my hand along her back and down to feel her gorgeous arse, and then roamed back up her back, which elicited a quiet moan from her. I roamed all over before unhooking her bra, to free her sexy breasts. I adjusted the blanket over us to make sure what we were doing couldn’t be seen, providing we didn’t move too much, and then slipped her bra out and dropped it on the floor.

As I moved my hand around to feel her breast, we heard someone walking along the aisle, and quickly pretended to be asleep.

‘It’s so naughty thinking that we could get caught,’ she whispered, ‘God it makes me want you so bad though.’

With that we resumed kissing as I again felt around to her breast. I slowly rubbed all around her breasts, avoiding her nipples until she begged me to rub them. I slowly began to rub her nipples, which were already rock hard, as she closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a light gasp.

‘Oh god Ben, it feels like I could come just from getting my nipples rubbed!! They are so sensitive right now!! Fuck I’m so turned on Ben, my panties are soaked, I’m so wet for you.’ she whispered in my ear, as I continued to play with her nipples.

She reached down to my jeans and felt how hard I was and gave me a cheeky grin. She undid the button and then slowly zipped down my pants and then reached inside and pulled out my rock hard cock.

‘Mmmmmm someone else is turned on as well!’ she whispered as she expertly stroked my hard cock.

‘Fuck Ash that’s so good baby, oh god I want you. I really wanna be inside she right now!!’

I reached my hand down and began to rub her pussy through her jeans. She wasn’t wrong about being turned on!! I could feel her wetness through the jeans! She gasped as I rubbed harder and I knew that I had to make her come.

I undid the button on her jeans and wiggled them down enough to give me a bit of access. Now under the blanket her soaking wet pussy was only covered by a pair of lacy panties.

‘Let me take care of you first.’ I Escort Etimesgut whispered as our arms were getting tangled trying to pleasure each other. She nodded eagerly and let go of my hard cock, giving it a goodbye stroke and a wink to me.

I began to rub her pussy in earnest, just teasing her by rubbing her through her panties until they were absolutely soaked. She was trying to stay quiet as she gasped in pleasure while she pressed up against me. I pulled her panties to one side and slid one finger slowly up the length of her pussy and circled her clit. She let out an audible moan and then pressed her face hard up against my neck.

I brought my finger up to my mouth to taste her juices and as always she was wonderful.

‘Fuck you’re so sexy Ben, please make me come, my pussy is on fire.’ she whispered in my ear, as she begged me to make her come.

I slid my finger back down into the wetness of her pussy and slid two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp out loud and press her pussy into my fingers. I slid them out and began to circle her clit softly, alternating between softer and harder rubbing. She was breathing heavily as she tried not to move too much to avoid being caught. I carried on rubbing her clit, and every so often I plunged two fingers inside her increasingly wet pussy, each time causing a gasp of pleasure to escape her. She was so turned on that she didn’t take too long to get to the edge of sher orgasm.

‘Oh fuck Ben, fuck, that’s so fucking good baby!! God she know how to pleasure me!!!’ she whispered as I continued to circle her clit.

‘Fuck I’m getting so fucking close…I’m gonna come so hard!! Fuck…oh fuck babe.’ she was panting now as she got close to her orgasm.

‘Ben put your cock up against my pussy as I come! I want you to feel my wetness on your cock when I come!!’ she managed to gasp out as she approached her orgasm.

I wished that I was at the right angle to slide my cock inside her, but feeling her wetness as she came on my cock would be the next best thing. I was still rock hard and shifted slightly so that I would be ready for it when she came.

‘Fuck Ben, here it comes!! Oh fuck…shit…oh god…o my fucking god!! OH GOD BEN!! OH FUCK!! OH MY GOD!! OHH FUCK BEN I’M COMING!! OHHHHHHH FUCK!! OHHH BEN!! OHH YEA!! OH FUCK BEN!! OH BEN I’M FUCKING COMING!!! SO FUCKING HARD!!! OH GOD BEN!! Oh fuck…shit that was amazing Ben. I came so hard!!’ she managed to complete almost Etimesgut Escort Bayan all of this in a loud whisper, as she pressed up against my neck. So I’m sure someone heard but I didn’t care.

As she was coming I placed my hard cock along the length of her pussy as I felt her hot juices from her orgasm coating my cock. I desperately wanted to be inside her, as her coming on my hard cock had made me even harder.

Although still coming down from sher own orgasm, she grabbed hold of my hard cock, which was wet from her coming on it and began stroking it with great skill. I stopped her quickly…

‘Ash I can’t come anywhere though…’

‘Don’t worry, just come on me and we can clean it up with the blanket and use the spare one.’ she whispered as she grinned mischievously.

‘God Ash, you’re amazing. I’m not gonna be able to hold on for too long…I’m too turned on.’

She continued to stroke me as she pulled sher shirt up and over her head so she was totally naked on her top half.

‘Fuck Ash you’re so amazingly sexy baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard!!’

‘Ben I want your hot come all over me baby. Please give it to me!!’

‘OH GOD ASH!! OH BABY I’M GONNA COME!! OH FUCK ASH I’M COMING!! OH FUCK!! OH YEA!! OH GOD ASH!! FUCK!! OH GOD YEA ASH!! Oh fuck that was so amazing!!’

As she stroked my hard cock, the first two spurts exploded over her breasts and then the next couple hit her stomach and then she aimed my cock down and the rest of my come coated her pussy.

‘Wow Ben, that was a lot of come!! You must have really wanted me!!’ she winked as she whispered to me.

I looked at her naked top half and saw her coated in loads of my white sticky cum.

‘Wow you’re right Ash, I did come a lot!! Time to get this naughty girl cleaned up!!’ I said as I reached for the spare blanket.

‘Hold on babe I wanna taste you.’ She said as she got some come off her breasts and then licked it off her fingers.

‘Ash, have I ever told she that she are the sexiest girlfriend in the world!!’ I said.

She giggled, ‘All the time.’

I put the spare blanket over us as we used the first blanket to clean ourselves up and get ourselves redressed. We dropped the first blanket on the floor and left it to be taken away at the end of the flight.

‘Do you think she’ll let me sleep this time?’ she said as she winked at me.

‘I think that’s enough excitement for one flight.’ I said as I laughed back.

Just before we lay down to sleep I had a quick look around to see if anyone had heard. Everyone was asleep. As I scanned the room the second time I met the eyes of the stewardess, who was the only person not asleep. She winked and gave me the thumbs up….I guess we weren’t as quiet as I thought.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

For Alex, walking out to the car was difficult, to say the least. It wasn’t so much the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties that bothered her – what girl hadn’t done something like that before? Nor was it the slight breeze that seemed to be blowing up her skirt. No, that kind of felt nice. Nor, for that matter, was it the smooth, hairless skin that the breeze found underneath her skirt. That made her feel sexy, in a really naughty kind of way.

No, what really had her bothered was the quick dart of Jason’s tongue between her legs, the equally quick removal of said tongue, and the very hard, very swollen, very unhappy clit it had left behind.

There’s no way I’m letting him get away with that, she thought to herself with a sly smile.

Jason held the passenger’s door open for Alex. Rather than slip into the seat, she decided to try something, something that would just maybe wipe that smug little smile right off of his face.

As she stepped past Jason, she dropped her bag onto the passenger’s seat and turned around. Standing there, in the space between the open door and the side of the car, she turned and looked at her man.

With speed that startled even her, Alex grabbed Jason by the lapels, spun him around, and nearly threw him up against the side of the Explorer. She pinned him there, with her body pressed against his, and kissed him.

Now, there are kisses and then there are kisses. This one was one for the record books, or at least some really good porn movie. It wasn’t romantic, it was sweet. It was an open mouthed, tongue tickling the back of his throat, all out “take me now and fuck me until I scream!!!” kind of kiss.

It took a second for Jason to respond. When he did, he started to kiss her back just as insistently. His hands came down to the back of her head, finally resting on her shoulders. When he tried to flip them around, so that it was he pinning her to the car, Alex responded Escort Eryaman again in a blur.

Removing her hands from Jason’s lapels, Alex took both of his hands in hers and slammed them against the truck with more force than she had originally intended. She felt him wince slightly at the impact.

Oh well, he’s a big boy. He’ll get over it, she thought to herself.

Jason struggled a bit, trying to get free, but Alex had leverage on her side and he wasn’t going anywhere until she let him.

Pressing her body into his, she began grinding his crotch with hers. She wasn’t surprised in the least to find Little Jason standing completely at attention, begging for some attention of his own.

Breaking the kiss, she held her face not even an inch from his, making sure he could hear her erratic panting, feel her hot breath on his cheek. She knew he could feel her shaking as well, struggling to control the surge of hormones rushing through her.

When she had regained some semblance of control, Alex snaked one of her hands between them, past Jason’s stomach, past the buttons on his shirt, past the buckle of his belt, until she found what it is she was looking for.

As her nimble little fingers took hold of his zipper, Alex leaned forward and whispered into Jason’s ear.

“Don’t. Move.”

Still pressed against him, Alex lowered Jason’s zipper and slid her hand inside. Grabbing his erection, which by now was pulsing with his heartbeat, Alex wrapper her hand around it and gave it a firm squeeze as she pulled it out of his fly. She stared directly into his eyes, her face so close that their noses were touching, and began to rhythmically squeeze him.

Jason struggled to keep his eyes open, to stare right back into Alex’s eyes, but the pleasure was too great. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, intent on enjoying what was going on down below.

Just as his Eryaman Escort head touched the side of the truck, Alex stopped squeezing Jason’s cock and took her hand away. Opening his eyes, Jason once again found himself face-to-face with Alex.

She stared deep into his eyes for a second, again letting him hear her erratic breathing, feel her hot breath on his cheek, feel her shaking body pressed against his.

And then she pounced.

She planted another ferocious kiss on his lips and ground her body into his. He swore he could feel her nipples on his chest, even though there were three layers of clothing between them. That’s how hard she was pressed into him.

As they continued to kiss, Alex brought her left leg up and hitched it over Jason’s right hip. While sexy in its own right, this move had the added benefit of hiking Alex’s skirt up, exposing her dripping wet pussy to Jason’s painfully throbbing erection.

Jason’s hands, which had, until now, kept their place on the side of the truck, came down slowly towards Alex’s shoulders. Words can not describe how desperately he wanted to spin her around, to be the one in control, to be the one pressed against her pressed against the truck.

Somehow Alex had the presence of mind to notice his ploy and cut it off before it began. She grabbed Jason’s hands and slammed them against the side of the truck once again. She momentarily broke their kiss to shoot him a warning glare – Do that again and you’ll regret it, Mister!!

When she was convinced Jason understood who was boss here, she dove in for another kiss. This time, however, just as her lips touched down on his, she pushed her hips forward until her other lips touched his cock.

Starting low, she pressed her clit against the base of his cock and drug it upwards, feeling each and every vein as it slid against her clit, leaving a trail of her wetness in its wake. When she Eryaman Escort Bayan got to the top, just before the head of Jason’s cock was in a position to enter her, Alex reversed the motion and slid her clit all the way back down to the base of his cock.

It took every ounce of her willpower to not just give in and fuck him right there, standing against the side of the SUV, in front of God and everyone, but Alex was a woman on a mission – she was going to teach this man, her man, that it wasn’t nice to toy with her.

You mess with the bull, she thought.

With each pass of her clit up and down Jason’s dick, every nerve in Alex’s body sung louder and louder. Higher and higher she climbed, until her body could take no more stimulation and cried out for release.

Just as she hit her peak, Alex moved up and took Jason’s entire length into her in one swift motion. Her back arched and she held on to Jason’s neck for dear life as wave after wave of orgasm tore through her.

Jason held her there, transfixed by the site of her. He could feel the muscles in her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, threatening to tear it right off his body. How he didn’t come with her he didn’t know, but he was so taken by the utterly raw display of carnal instinct that he didn’t really care.

All the while, Alex was soaring as the waves continued to crash over her. She couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm last this long before. She could feel her muscles clenching Jason’s cock and could swear that not only could she tell the size and shape of him, but she could also feel each and every one of the afore-mentioned veins.

They stayed that way, Alex impaled on Jason’s cock, pressed against the side of the SUV, for what seemed like a long time. When Alex returned to earth and her breathing had become less erratic, Jason finally thought it was his turn.

Unfortunately, Alex had other plans.

With a last long sigh and a quick kiss on the lips, Alex lifted herself up and off of Jason. Grinning at his stunned expression, she smoothed her skirt back into place.

“OK, let’s go. I’m starving!!” Alex said playfully as he slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Here’s where it started.

Note: Everyone in this story is over the age of 21. All people are of legal age.

It was the end of summer and a few days before college started back. I went to this this bar I frequented. I enjoyed people watching. How they act react, and behave in a social situation. Not to sound like a typical cliché, but that i saw the hottest girl I’d ever seen. I noticed her from across the crowded bar, very clichés. She was with a table full of her girls friends. They were having a girl’s night out celebrating someone’s birthday. This girl dressed very classy, and overly. Just well put together. She looked 25 years old, the same age as me. Her body was well proportioned. She reminded me of an exaggerated hourglass. To give a mental picture.

5’7 Alabaster skin, with a hint of a tan. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair. Almond shaped with piercing blue eyes. A cute button nose. Thick pouty lips that she wore some lipstick with lip gloss. Her over flowing breasts, that was closer to her chin that her feet. Wearing a loose fitting blouse or a baggy top. Her arms weren’t too big, but a bit muscular. Her belly stuck out underneath her chest, just enough to be noticed. Her hips where wide and full, which made her butt stick out even more. You could definitely see that she had done some kind of sport either when she was younger and/or in her four year of high-school. Her thighs softly clap together as she walked. Noticing they were a mixture of dense muscle and fat. Sweeping thighs as she just stood in place. Resembles a giant drumstick, and her calves? Definitely thick, and strong with the slightest hint of definition. She definitely looked like she played girl’s softball, or did some kind of track event or gymnastics. That’s the kind of body she has, just on the thicker side. Now, I am 5’10. A stocky build, wanting to get in to professional bodybuilding. Short hair and brown eyes.

Fast forward to the first day of going back to college. I walk in to class scoping out my usual spot in the very back row. As I’m waiting for people to show up. Suddenly I notice that girl from the bar, walking in. Couldn’t believe my eyes. As if it was a sign, or fate. I could not get my mind off of her. That body and how she wore her clothes. Wanting to go introduce myself, but to timid and shy. Not wanting to get or be rejected. Thinking, it’s better to have a fantasy, than to make it a reality and have everything destroyed. So, as the semester dragged on. The class had become increasingly difficult. We had an intense class (subject) of Advanced Anatomy and Physiology. Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s. From 9am to 11am.

I know she didn’t even know I existed, let alone having a snowballs chance of ever meeting her or even talking to her. Mainly because I was painfully shy about a public setting. So, I sat in the back row, just day dreaming of the conversations, or sneaking away for a few stolen moment in whatever corner of the school we could find.

As the semester dragged on? The class became increasingly difficult to concentrate in. Even the homework that was given became a monumental task. It’s not that the learning the homework was hard? It was that I had become like a trained puppet. I associated the class with that girl. Consistently Escort Sincan thinking about her when I was in class and not much else. I wasn’t failing the class. I was getting by, but I couldn’t get her outta my mind.

Well in to the semester and on a Friday during class. The professor said, we’re ending class early, because he had to go out of town and wanted to get a head start. I walked over to the campus cafeteria to get my lunch like I did every Friday. Being in my own lil world. I didn’t see that girl from class a couple of people in front of me. Thinking to myself, she eats here too? I’ve never seen her here before. Not that I was looking, just catching me off guard. Anyway, I push her out of my mind and continue to mind the task at hand. After I pay for my lunch, and start to look for a secluded place to be alone.

I turn to my right, and I almost run in to that girl from class. I froze like a deer in the headlights on a country road in the middle of nowhere. I stammered in my speech of trying to apologize for almost running into her. She gave me a crooked smile saying, in a sweet innocent voice of an angel. No, it’s my fault for standing there. She continues and says, aren’t you in my AP201 class Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s? With my mouth now slightly open at this point and my eyes lock onto hers. All I could do was to slowly nod in agreement. She then asked, are you eating lunch with anyone? All I could do was slowly shake my head no. Do you mind if i join you then, she asked? All I could think to say was, ok. Is there a special place you like to sit, she continued? Beginning to snap out of it and realizing I’m not fantasizing. I replied, no there no specific place. She said, ok good. Why don’t we sit over there. This is where i always sit, she exclaimed.

As we sat at a table for four people. She blurts out. How rude am I? I’m sorry for not introducing myself. My name Jennifer, its great to finally meet you. I said, Really? With a heavy shudder and stammer. Why do you say that?

I could tell from the moment I saw her back at the bar. She was from a good background and was classy. And what I’ve learned from here being in class together.

She’s confident, with a no nonsense attitude, motivated and driven. But now that I actually have a conversation with her? She’s also down to earth and polite! Where did this girl come from? I cannot believe this woman who I’ve been drooling over all this time is actually sitting across from me and we’re having a real life conversation. Who knew this would ever happen within my lifetime. Ok, ok, shh, shh. Concentrate, on what she’s saying.

I am sorry, I exclaimed. Can you please repeat that? Jennifer said, I see you always taking notes in class. If you have time, could you come over to my apartment to help me on the homework? She continues, if you’re interested. I could get a pizza and some beer. Is that ok? Or would you like something else to eat? I could make something, what would you like to eat I almost blurted out, I would give anything to eat you out. But instead, I opted to say out loud. Sure, pizza would be great! It was as if I heard my voice saying those words, but someone else was speaking.

As we were finishing up out perspective lunches. Sincan Escort I didn’t say much of anything. Jennifer carried most of the conversation. She scribbles a couple of things down on a piece of paper that she tore out of her notebook. Jennifer folds the paper and says, I’ll see you tonight around 7? As she slides it across the table. Saying, here’s my cell number and dorm room. If anything comes up, just call me and let me know. Before I had a chance to react or say anything, she walks away. I was fixated on her body now more than ever. Memorizing every single detail from the way her ponytail swayed from side to side with each step, to the way her thick meaty ass gently clapped together as she walked! To the way her calves contracted every time she took a step! I was enamored, and now I know her name. I was officially in lust. With a down to earth personality and a fantastic body like that? She’s definitely one in a million.

I was taught from a young age, if you’re on time, you’re late. I knock on Jennifer’s door at about a quarter till 7. My heart’s racing and beating out of my chest as if I just ran a marathon. I hear the door unlock. Thinking to myself Jennifer couldn’t get anymore beautiful or stunning than there in the cafeteria. As Jennifer opens the door. She definitely proved me wrong by a long shot. She out did herself.

Jennifer’s wearing a pale pink robe that goes passed the top of her thick muscular thighs. It ties around the waist that accentuates her magnificent chest. Which her pink lace bra is showing just enough to reveal that she’s wearing one.

Mentally, I wanted to drop to my knees and tell her that she’s such a beautiful Goddess. But, of course I kept my mouth shut. I feared of looking like some creepy weirdo. As I walk in and shut the door behind me. I catch a glimpse of the bottom of her robe and see a hint of the crease of her bottom and the back of where her legs meet. She suggested we sit on the couch and talk until the pizza arrived. As I looked around, her dorm was bigger than mine and a lot more modern. The standard kitchen light was on, but the rest of her dorm room was lit but a variety of different sized candles. That gave the dorm a certain intimate and unique style an feel. As we sat down. It was more like a love seat size than a couch, but who am I to argue. As we sat on the couch, she pivots and bends her leg and hooks her foot and ankle behind her other knee. More like a half indian style. With the other leg towards the floor.

I could almost certainly see her lady parts, if her legs weren’t so muscular and thick. But then again, I’m glad I couldn’t. I wanted that to be a mystery. Or at least until she presents herself to me. We chit chatted, giggled, and laughed. What was it about, or the subjects? No idea what’s so ever. I’m getting a lot more comfortable and relaxed. As we’re talking, I subconsciously catching myself reaching over to touch her arm and noticing she’s not pulling back or away from me. About that time, there was a knock at the door. It was the pizza. We continued our laughing and light hearted conversation. Not sure if it was my imagination or being hopeful. But I think we are actually sitting closer together.

Not sure if it was the ambiance of the candles, Sincan Escort Bayan or the conversation? I was feeling pretty intoxicated with excitement. Like this could potentially go somewhere. Didn’t want to get ahead of myself, so I calmed myself down.

There was a bit of a lull in the conversation and Jennifer spoke up and said, the real reason why she wanted to see me tonight was, with a dramatic pause. Which I could tell she was a bit nervous and shy to tell me. I’d never seen this side of her, vulnerable and unsure. I had no idea what’s going to be said. In my mind, what’s she going to say? That she likes me? Did she call me over to help her with the homework? I had no clue, These thoughts were running through my mind. I could see the hesitation in her eyes and on her face as she was trying to find the right words to say.

Just as Jennifer was opening her mouth to finally say what was so difficult to share. Her cell phone rings that breaks the tension in the room. Jennifer picks it up and looks to see who it is. It’s her mom calling. Jennifer politely excused herself and said, Im going to take this in the other room, I’ll only be a minute or so. Please, stay right there, I’ll be right back. As I’m sitting there, I decided to check my phone, for what? I had no idea, but when she did come back? I wanted to look like i was doing something and not trying to listen in on her conversation.

Suddenly, Jennifer said in a loud voice. No, no, no! I obviously didn’t know what was going on. Jennifer comes out from the other room and says, I’m sorry, you’re going to have to leave. I just found out my Dad a had a massive heart attack and passed away. I’ll call you later.

In shock as well, and being the gentleman that I am? I said, of course. And I let myself out and shut the door behind me. Jennifer was the only person I could think about that entire weekend. Hoping she was alright. I gave her space, and the last thing she needs is somebody she just met nosing around and bothering and pestering her with a lot of questions. I’ll see her after class and I will check in with her then.

Monday morning arrived and I hadn’t heard from Jennifer all weekend. My concern grew, as the class started. Just thinking that she’ll be a little late. I kept glancing at the door, even to the point that the professor said something and wanted me to stay after class. Thinking to myself, crap! Now what does he want with me. When class was over, I waited until everybody was gone. Acting innocent I said, you wanted to see me? He asked, is everything alright? You seem more distracted more than normal. Is there anything I can do to help?

I replied, Jennifer got a phone call Friday night about her Dad passing away. I was going to ask how she was doing when she came to class. The professor said as if i jarred his memory. Oh yeah, I got an email from Jennifer this morning, saying she’s dropping out because of family issues and she wasn’t going to be returning. His voice was cold and very matter of fact. I felt she deserved more warmth than that.

I walked away without saying a word. I immediately called Jennifer to see how she was doing, and the automated voice system said, the number you are trying to reach is disconnected or is no longer in service. My heart sank even lower. Mainly because, I never really told her how I felt about her and she didn’t get a chance to tell me why she invited me over that night. The more I thought about it? Why didn’t I give her my cell number.

My age of innocence left with Jennifer.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I finally arrive in the city. There were a lot of stops and the train ride seemed unending. Walking out of the station I am immersed in the sounds and scents. I check the time and see I can catch some sights.

Walking amongst the people, I am distracted by my thoughts. I was so surprised you could meet up on such short notice. It has been too long and I look forward to catching up.

Perusing the stores to pass the time, I hear my phone and check my messages. You are on your way. Exiting onto the street, I see I’m a few blocks from the park where we are going to meet. I feel excitement building inside and pick up my pace.

Arriving, I see you leaning against a rock across the street. We have known each other for years and still my heart never fails to flip every time I see you. I catch your eye and we both break into smiles as I cross the street to meet you. Your arms are outstretched, I move into them and feel you tighten around me.

“How are you?” you whisper into my hair.

Sighing, into your arms, “I’m really well now.”

Taking another deep breath of you, I back up and ask, “Do you want to catch up over coffee?”

Looking deep into my eyes. You whisper, “I really want to see you naked.”

My stomach drops and my skin starts to burn as I catch my breath. Escort Keçiören All I can do is look at you and nod. Breaking the hold, you grab my hand and start to lead me through the park. I look at you with intrigue and you just smile. Exiting the park, we end up downtown blending into the crowd. You stop in front of a nondescript door.

“I found this spot while taking a walk at lunch and thought it would be perfect to share with you.”

We enter a small foyer; you turn to the desk on the right. I hang by the stairs as you sign a book. Turning around you spin the key and there’s that smile reserved for me.

Touching my shoulder, we climb up the staircase and down the narrow hallway to a door. Opening it, your hand slides to my hip and you guide me in. The room is small with a queen bed and side table filling most of the space.

We squeeze in and you push me against the door with a hard kiss. Your hands tracing my curves. I push back into your hands and you start to slide off my shirt.

Bending, you trace my waist with your tongue and undo my pants. I gasp and you throw me on the bed. You tear off your shirt and finish pulling off my pants. Laying on my back, you stop and stare at me with need in your eyes. I see your pants straining against your hardness.

I Keçiören Escort Bayan sit back up on the edge and open your pants. Releasing you, I see you are bare underneath and feel you unfastening my bra. You step out of your pants and pull off my bra.

I bring my lips to your tip and lick. You growl and I slide my lips down your hard shaft. Filling my mouth, you thrust and I gag. You hold my face and move to my shoulders. Pushing me back on the bed you pull off my panties as you kneel between my legs. You breathe in my scent as you trace my lips with a soft finger. Your tongue slides down my slit. My breath heavy with desire.

Standing you roll me as you pull back the cover and join me on the bed. You kiss me deeply and I taste myself on your lips. Your firm hands roughly run over my soft body while I run mine through your thick hair.

Distracted in the moment my attention is soon brought back to your teeth grazing my nipples. Your hands move to my breasts and you start rolling them in your hand. My nipples harden with your sucking and nibbling. You trace my body with your tongue to my waist. Spreading my legs, you slide between. I wrap them around your body as my moans grow.

Slowly you work your mouth over my stomach and stop at my pussy, now Keçiören Escort open for you. You dip a finger into my nectar and bring it to your mouth. Sucking your finger slowly, you look deep in my eyes.

My breath now heavy in anticipation. We have discussed this and I nod to you. You bring your tongue onto my clit, licking and sucking while you slide two fingers into my wetness. I spread my thighs a little wider and in goes your third finger. I feel full as you lightly pump my cunt. You stop and look up, I nod again and you suck harder as your fourth finger enters my pleasure. My tight walls are feeling the pressure and I have to breathe. My juices still run slick over your hand. You slow your attention to my clit and slowly add your thumb, I moan and catch my breath. It’s so tight but so good. I look and see you watching me.

“You’re so sexy,” you murmur.

My hips rolling to adjust as you rub my clit with your other hand. The pleasure is intense and starts to roll in faster waves. Your eyes on mine, I tighten on your hand. My body shaking hard as I scream, cumming hard.

You remove your hand and straddle me, entering your hard shaft to feel the end of my peak. I slow down as you pick up your pace. I close my legs around you and meet your thrusts as your balls hit my ass. I watch your face tighten as I feel you push hard. Your growl is low and deep as you fill me. Your body collapses on mine with relief.

Sharing sweaty kisses and light caresses you reposition me so we can spoon. We find our breaths and drift off to recover, dreaming about our next rendezvous.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The conclusion of the story entitled “A Walk in the Park”

After we returned from our little outdoor excursion, I decided that a shower was a good idea. As we walk through the door, I head in the direction of the bedroom, pulling my clothes off along the way. I turn on the shower, allowing the water to warm to a pleasantly hot, steamy fog. I step in and begin to wash.

After I complete the usuals, washing body, hair, etc. I stand there enjoying the feel of the warm water spraying over me, relaxing tired muscles and refreshing me. I have my back to the door and do not notice the slight breeze as you join me. Your hands caressing my back are the first clue that you have joined me in the shower.

‘Hi darlin’, I tell you.

“Hmm,” you murmur as you snuggle up to my back. The feel of your naked body against mine causes pleasant stirrings to occur in the obvious locations. Your hands snake around and you hold me close.

“Feeling OK?” I ask.

“Yes. Just wanted to be with you.”

“OK. Shall I wash your back?”

“Hmm, in a minute,” you tell me, giving me a gentle squeeze. I turn around so that I can see you, and return the hug, holding you close to me, feeling the wonderfully warm water continue to spray over us. I relax my hold enough to lather up a washcloth and gently separate enough to be able to wash your lovely body.

I wash your arms, legs, stomach, etc., cleaning the sweat and grass from you. I step back enough to allow you to rinse. As the warm water flows over you, you lean your head back, allowing the water to soak into your lovely hair. I gather the shampoo and gently massage it into your hair after it clears the stream. After I complete lathering up the shampoo, you rinse, allowing the lather to flow over your lovely body, quickly running into the drain.

Upon completion of this, I gather you into my arms and gently kiss your lovely lips. The feel of your breasts against my chest, stimulates me some more, causing pleasant twitches in my growing erection. You gently turn me around and begin to wash me down. After a moment of this, you gather some soap in your hands and reach around to lather my penis, gently stroking me, causing me to inhale sharply.

I can feel your gentle smile as your hands gently stroke me. You slowly begin to increase the pace, increasing my arousal. “Oh, yes,” I moan, “that feels wonderful.” You continue, working your hands faster along the increasing length of my member. The lather begins to dissipate, and you place some more soap onto your hand, keeping up the rhythm, bringing me ever closer.

“Uh, huh,” I mumble, ” coming closer.” The feel of your hand, stroking the length of my cock, is incredibly arousing, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. You continue stroking me with your right hand as your left begins to caress my balls, gently massaging them as you stroke me.

“Uh, Escort Etlik huh. Oh, yes. I’m gonna cum,” I tell you. I can feel the pleasant tingle of my orgasm rushing through my engorged penis, your gentle stroking continues, increasing both pace and pressure, driving me ever closer.

“Come, baby. Let me see you cum,” you whisper urgently. “I want to feel your cum in my hand,” you continue. You increase the pace and pressure still more, pulling me over the edge.

“Oh, yes. I’m cumming,” I groan. I can feel my cum explode from my cock, shooting through the running water. Your fingers retain some, and I can feel you rubbing it back into my cock as you continue to milk me, pulling every drop from me.

As I begin to recover the power of sight, and my balance, I slowly turn within the loving circle of your arms, gently kissing you as I reduce the amount of cold water, warming the stream flowing over and around our naked bodies. My hands gently caress your back, squeezing your ass as they find each cheek. I continue kissing you, savoring the feel of your tongue upon my own.

I break from our kiss, gently turning you around, feeling you snuggle your ass against my cock. I caress your breasts, feeling your erect nipples grow in my palms. My head leans around, seeking your lips. As I resume kissing you, my right hand begins tracing down your smooth stomach heading toward your lovely pussy. As it reaches your pubic area, my fingers slip gently through the slick folds of your vulva, gently penetrating your wet pussy.

I gently stroke the length of you, feeling the mix of your arousal and the water from the shower coating my finger. The lips of your vulva gently spread apart, inviting further penetration by my probing fingers. I continue stroking you, feeling your breathing increase its pace, your tongue darting into my mouth, rapidly dancing against my own.

My fingers find your clit, gently rubbing the exposed bud, causing moans of pleasure from you. Faster and faster, my finger rubs tighter circles around your clit. The exposed bundle of nerves throbs with each touch of my finger. Your moans groan in volume and frequency, giving voice to your growing orgasm. I shift the pattern, from circles to strokes, gently running a fingertip along the length of your clit. You react to the change in motion by moaning louder, indicating approval.

Your clit feels erect and able to hold its own. I pause for a moment, feeling the sweet ache of my cock pressing against the small of your back. You place a hand on the back of my neck, holding my face to you, kissing me deeply. I flick my finger tip across your exposed clit, eliciting a gasp from you. I resume gentle stroking you, bringing you ever closer to your orgasm.

“Uh, huh” you moan. “That’s so nice, I’m so close,” you tell me. I can sense that you are tremblingly close; your legs Etlik Escort are quivering in excitement. A gentle pinch and your response is to grab my neck, pulling me closer to you, another pinch and you groan. So close, so close, a gently stroke followed by a final gentle pinch and over the edge you go, moaning your pleasure, darting a hand toward your pussy, trying to stop me. My left hand, which has been gently playing with your lovely tits throughout, holds your as my right firmly rubs the area just above your clit, maintaining the pressure as your orgasm runs its course.

You turn to face me, turning off the water as your hands complete their journey around my back. We stand there in the dripping shower, the water droplets dripping from our bodies. A gentle kiss and you snuggle your face against my chest, holding me close as we bask in the pleasant glow of completion. Savoring the pause.

“Make love to me,” you tell me after a moment.

I do not answer verbally, instead guiding you toward our bed, gently sitting you down, kneeling before your lovely pussy, smelling your arousal. I begin to kiss your inner thighs, working my way in. You place your hand on my head, guiding me slowly, encouraging me. I gently kiss your still swollen lips; licking off the few drops of water, tasting your juice intermixed with them. Gentle sighs are your expressions of pleasure as I continue to lick your pussy, gently probing between your lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. The hand you have on my head gently urges me upward toward your still swollen clit. I resist, my tongue probing deeper into your hot pussy.

After a couple of minutes, I pause looking up to see that you have lain back, your free hand caressing your tits, gently pulling and pinching your sensitive nipples. I shift position, swinging my erect cock around toward your lovely mouth, settling along side you, placing my tongue against your slit, licking downward to the pooling juices at the base of your pussy. You release my head, your hand gently grasping me, guiding my erection toward your open mouth. You gently kiss the head before slowly engulfing me with your luscious lips, sliding down the length of my shaft.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, “that feels wonderful.” I resume licking your lovely pussy, guiding you closer to another orgasm. Your clit trembles slightly each time my tongue brushes across it, your hips lifting slightly. I place my left hand above your pussy, keeping your clit exposed and available to my tongue. My right fingers slip into your dripping box, gently stroking the inner walls of your pussy. I continue to suck your clit as you increase the pace of your mouth, adding your tongue.

I feel your tongue circle the tip of my cock, increasing my arousal as you work to hold off your own orgasm while bringing me closer. I gently nip your clit causing you to moan loudly Etlik Escort Bayan in pleasure. A gentle pinch and my fingers resume their thrusting motion, behaving like a hard cock, finger-fucking you as I continue to work your clit. You continue sucking me, gently stroking my cock with your lips and hand, pinching your nipples occasionally, building your arousal.

My fingers continue their gentle stroking, licking and nipping your clit. I feel your orgasm building, your hips lifting in unconscious rhythm with my fingers. With each thrust in, you lift your hips trying to meet it, lowering them as my fingers slide outward. My tongue continues its ministrations, gently working up, down, left and right across your clit. Your moans of pleasure continue, growing in frequency as you attempt to bring me to orgasm as yours rapidly overtakes you.

As your climax strikes, you grasp my cock in your hand, whimpering in the throes of your orgasm. My fingers are drenched with your cum, your clit throbbing uncontrollably. “Oh, yes, oh yes,” you cry out, “I’m cumming.”

I am well aware of this, feeling you try to pull your clit from my tongue as the pleasure becomes far too intense to bear. I stop, shifting position, again, kneeling between your open legs, sliding my hard cock between the swollen lips of your pussy. Your moans increase in volume as you reach for my hips. I push in rapidly, catching your orgasm at peak, driving it higher with the feel of my cock against your clit as it fills you.

I continue to stroke, thrusting in and out, increasing the pace as your next orgasm continues to build on the foundations of the previous one. Your head lolls from side to side, your eyes tightly closed, your mouth slightly open. I lean forward and lick your nipples, gently sucking the erect buds between my teeth. You moan as I do this, still more pleasure building within you. My thrusting becomes increasingly urgent as I feel my own orgasm building to an unstoppable peak.

I pull out, sliding my cock forward along your stomach as you reach for me. I lift up a bit as you grasp me, stroking my cock, bringing me still closer. My fingers find your pussy, stroking your clit as you stroke my cock. “I’m close,” I tell you. “

“Uh, huh,” you respond, increasing the pace.

“Oh, yes,” I groan, feeling the rush of my orgasm course through me. I hear you moan in release as my cum explodes from my cock, splattering your tits. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good.” I hear.

I glance down to see you rubbing my cock around your tits, smearing my cum into your skin, as your hips continue to shift against my hand, slowly dissipating your overwhelming pleasure. I lean forward, kissing you deeply as we both slide into the afterglow of orgasm. I break from our kiss, settling down beside you, holding you to me, enjoying the moment. We shift positions a bit, you placing your head upon my shoulder, resting comfortably.

I drift off toward sleep, pleasantly content is the feel of you against my side, your gentle breathing slowing as you drift into your own pleasant slumber. A perfect end to a perfect day. I can’t wait for the next.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Have you finished your political assignment yet, Cheryl?”

Not the sort of question I wanted asked, especially as I hadn’t even started the stupid thing.

“Ah, no, sir. Not quite. I don’t have all that much left to do, though.”

“Just remember it’s required by Friday week. Your work is a little borderline right now. Quite frankly, a failure on this assignment will put your position on the cheerleading squad in jeopardy. The school rules are quite firm regarding this. Anyone who is not sustaining passing grades is dropped from the squad until they get their marks up.”

Bloody hell. I couldn’t afford to be dropped from the squad. There was a ton of younger girls wanting in. If I got dropped I’d never get my place back. I’d have to do something about making sure I handed in a good assignment.

– – –

“Simon, have you got a moment?”

I was startled. Cheryl, one of the cheerleaders was deigning to speak to me? She’d never even acknowledged that I attended the same school before. Now she was cooing sweetly and smiling. At me. She wanted something.

Man, that girl is good. Even though I knew she was having me on she still persuaded me, against my better judgement, to help her with her assignment. The assignment would be no problem. I’d done three different versions when I was doing mine, trying to get an assignment that would get up the nose of the professor and still get a good pass mark. I could rework one of my rejects for Cheryl.

It’s a joy to watch her operate. She’s blonde and beautiful, and she has a brain, even if she does seem reluctant to use it. At sixteen, she had all the boys on the campus watching her. Now that she was the ripe old age of eighteen she was leading them all around by the nose.

She cooed at me, and flattered me, and hinted at wild delights that would be mine. Without actually saying it the message came across loud and clear. If I gave her some major help with her assignment then I could expect a decent reward. The insinuation was a date and maybe some real quality time with her as part of the date. What could I do but accept?

Things promptly went the way I thought they would. She was sorry, but she couldn’t make the first appointment to start the assignment. Could I start it for her? No worries, Cheryl. Of course I can.

– – –

“I thought you had arranged to see Simon tonight and get your assignment started,” observed Jenny when I ran into her after cheerleading practice.

“Get real,” I said, laughing. “Simon will do the lot. I’ll just keep sweet-talking him and keep him on a hook until it’s done.”

“Not very nice. I assume that the date you insinuated will happen isn’t going to?”

“Fat chance. If he really thinks I’d go on a date with him, or do any of the other things he’s dreaming about, he’s an idiot. The guy’s a loser.”

“If he’s a loser, why have you conned him into doing your assignment?”

“Because he’s a very brainy loser. He’ll be able to produce a dry as dust assignment that will have old Eddings smiling at me and congratulating me for my rare insight.”

“Still, it’s not very nice to use Simon like that.”

“He can look on it as a learning experience,” I said. “After all, this is a school.”

– – –

The assignment work went on in much the way I’d envisaged. I’d suggest a time to meet, Cheryl would agree and then cancel at the last moment. Would I be a sweetie and just go on with it by myself? Of course. No problems.

After a week the assignment was complete and in Cheryl’s hot little hand. She actually had three days to spare. As soon as she had it her attitude changed.

Talk about the quick kiss off. A date? Was on earth was I talking about? She’d never promised to go on a date. It was all in my imagination. Thanks for the help. And she was gone, walking away, her bottom swishing happily from side to side.

I went home and relaxed, waiting for a phone call.

It came later that evening. She was crying and almost incoherent. It seemed that she’d finally got around to reading the assignment I’d prepared for her. I interrupted her wailing.

“Cheryl, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Why don’t you come around to my place and we can discuss whatever little problems you’ve got?”

She was reluctant but desperate. She didn’t have time to start doing an assignment from scratch. All she could hope to do by herself was bring the one I’d given her up to a standard that might get her a pass mark, if she was lucky, and if old Eddings was feeling generous.

Cheryl was banging on my door fifteen minutes later. I let her in and she stormed past me and flung herself down on the couch, glaring at me.

I just stood there, smiling politely and waited to hear what she had to say. I took her a couple of moments to get her thoughts together and then she started.

“How could you do this to me?” she demanded, shaking the assignment in the air. “If I handed this in I’d be a laughing stock. It’s a guaranteed fail, and I’d be out of the squad Escort Ankara and I’d never get my place back. This thing is so bad I’d be lucky not to get kicked right out of the college.”

“Could be worse,” I pointed out.

Cheryl looked at me as though I was mad.

“Worse? How could it possibly be worse?”

“You might have handed it I without reading it.”

She looked appalled at the thought. I guess that was what she had originally decided to do before realising she should know what she’d supposedly written.

“But why? Why did you write this, this, garbage?”

“I thought you’d probably cheat, being all soft words and insinuated promises and then nothing. So in the spirit of friendly co-operation I decided that you cheat, I cheat. Fortunately, there is a way out of this situation.”

Cheryl brightened up at that. I could see her mind working. If I knew a way out she was sure that she could get it out of me.

“What way?” she asked, a sweet and gentle smile on her face. She looked absolutely stunning.

“Well, before I can give you the details, you’ll have to take your clothes off,” I calmly told her. “I can’t trust your word, now can I? So when you’re sitting their naked I’ll explain how easy it will be for you to resolve your problem.”

Cheryl stared at me in shock, mouth open.

“You expect me to take off my clothes in front of you? If you’re hoping for sex, forget it. Not going to happen. No way. I’d sooner fail.”

“I didn’t say anything about having sex. I said you had to take off your clothes before we continue discussing this. Don’t worry. I’m not a rapist. Anything that goes on will be with your full consent.”

Not necessarily her informed consent, but I skipped lightly over that.

“And you have a solution to the assignment?”

I said nothing, waiting.

“Well do you or not?”

I looked her up and down and played Brer Fox – I smiled an evil smile.

Cheryl glared at me, chewing on her lip. She needed a proper assignment and we both knew it. She finally jumped to her feet with an angry grunt. Not looking at me her dress came off, revealing a fetching figure in lacy panties and bra. She went to sit down again, stopping when I said, “Naked means naked.”

I received a killing look and she hesitated for a moment. Then panties went down and she unhooked her bra. Naked, she hurriedly sat, legs together and arms folded across her breasts, blushing.

“Well, do you have a solution or not,” she demanded.

“I do, but the first thing I want to discuss is the fact that you tried to cheat me. You may protest and argue semantics and say I read too much into what you did say, but when you get to the bottom line, you tried to cheat.”

She glared at me, but I hadn’t really left much room for a debate. We both knew the truth.

“I suppose that this means I have to go on a date with you before I get a proper assignment,” Cheryl guessed.

“No. I have no intention of coercing you into a date. When I want a date with you I’ll take my chances and ask and you’ll be free to say yes or no.”

“Then what do you want? And you’d better not say sex.”

“Well, sex would be very nice, but I won’t force the issue. No, I propose to punish a naughty little cheat the way you deserve. I’m going to spank you.

You can opt for sex if you’d rather,” I added.

“You’re not laying a finger on me,” gasped Cheryl. “You’ve got rocks in your head. What makes you think I’d agree to you spanking me?”

“One, you need the assignment. Two, you’re sitting there naked, and that shows how desperate you are.”

I strolled over to the couch and sat next to her, smiling as she cringed away a little.

“Now why don’t you be a good girl, stand up and bend over my knee.”

“How do I know you’ve got a proper assignment for me?” she hedged.

“You don’t. You’ll have to take my word for it. However, I will say that not only do I have a proper assignment but I also have some CliffNotes for it. You’ll have time to study them so that if old Eddings gives you an oral on your assignment you’ll be able to answer him. You may even learn something.”

Cheryl did some more lip chewing, obviously wondering if she could sweet-talk her way out of the fix she was in. A glance at my face seemed to persuade her that no, she couldn’t. She gave me a killing look and stood up, facing me. I gently tugged her forward and she settled across my lap like she belonged there.

“It’s almost a pity to do this,” I murmured, gently rubbing my hand over her bottom. “This is almost a work of art. Many people seen it like this?”

“What do you mean by that crack,” came the wrathful query, “and will you stop patting me.”

“Well, I’m assuming you’re not a virgin, I’ll admit, and I was just wondering how many lucky men there have been,” I said blandly. “You are a non-virgin, aren’t you? And I’m just rubbing to get a feel for my spanking target.”

“It’s none of your business whether I’m a virgin or not. Stop feeling Ankara Escort me. If you’re going to spank me, just do it.”

“You’re saying you are a virgin? I hadn’t expected that. It’s a downright shame no-one has played with these with serious intent.”

The ‘these’ I referred to was a soft and shapely breast which I cupped with my free hand. Cheryl started to rear up away from my hand, hastily subsiding when she found that this was causing the hand rubbing her bottom to slip around towards forbidden territory.

“I didn’t say I was a virgin,” she said, sounding as though she was speaking through clenched teeth. “Will you stop touching me and start the spanking.”

“Oh, right,” I said, lifted my hand and brought it firmly down on her bottom.

Cheryl gave a yelp, and then another as another spank landed. I’d thoughtlessly overlooked the request to take my hands off her, with the result that her breast was still cupped in my hand. I became very much aware of it as Cheryl wriggled, rubbing it against me. Not that I was objecting, mind you.

After a couple more firm spanks I decided to continue the conversation.

“I’m confused,” I said, with a firm spank. “First you insinuate that you are a virgin, and then you suggest that you’re not. Which is it?”

I emphasised the important words with a nice little spank for each of them. Cheryl was squealing and protesting, but not physically trying to stop me. I paused for a moment, hand resting on her bottom, fingers idly drumming against her pussy. (Hey, if she didn’t want me to touch her there she should keep her legs together.)

“I’m not telling you either way,” she snapped at me. “It’s none of your business. And will you stop groping me and just do the damn spanking. Shouldn’t it be over now?”

“Oops. Sorry,” I said, stopping the pussy drumming. The spanking resumed.

“Your other hand. Will you please move it?” squealed Cheryl.

“This one?” I asked, gently rubbing her breast, feeling the nipple harden against my palm. Or had it already been hard? “Sorry,” I added, and reluctantly moved it until it rested on her back.

Cheryl’s had pulled her legs together after I stopped drumming on her pussy, apparently aware of her vulnerability in that area. Now, unfortunately, they had drifted apart again, leaving her pussy exposed again.

When the first spank land on her pussy, Cheryl screamed. A scream that was out of all proportion to the power of the spank. I mean, it was a relatively gentle spank, even if it had covered her pussy. When she screamed again at the second one I decided I should mention it.

Leaving my hand resting comfortably on her pussy I raised the question.

“What on earth is your problem? There’s no need to scream like that. Those last two spanks were relatively mild.”

“Maybe,” she snarled, “but that’s not my bottom you’re spanking. Don’t touch me there. Move your hand.”

“Oh. Sorry again,” I said. “It’s just when you spread your legs like that I thought you wanted me to spank you here.”

All consideration, I rubbed my hand back and forth to show her where I meant.

“Why would I want to be spanked there? Just move your hand.”

“Some women get excited by it,” I said. Moving my hand away I could see that Cheryl was one of those women. Her lips were flushed and swollen, and had flowered slightly revealing her inner lips puffy softness.

“Well I don’t,” gasped Cheryl. “Just finish it would you.”

“OK. We’ll call it quits,” I said generously. “Are you sure you don’t enjoy it though. You look all hot and flushed and wet. Especially just here.”

‘Here’ was pointed out by a finger probing gently against those puffy inner lips, sliding into her when they yielded. Hot and wet was right.

Cheryl seemed to shudder slightly and shut up. I could feel her pussy closing firmly around my finger. I gently cupped her breast again while gently massaging inside her. The condition of her hymen answered the virginity question for me. It would seem not, which I was grateful for.

“Please stop doing that,” Cheryl finally managed to say.

Reluctantly I withdrew my hands, casually resting one on her bottom and the other on her back.

“Are you going to make me have sex now?” she asked, resignation plain in her voice.

“No,” I replied.

“You’re not?” she demanded. “Why not?”

“Because I told you earlier that I wasn’t going to demand sex. While I’m sure I’d enjoy it I’m not going to coerce you into having it. The spanking will suffice.”

Cheryl gave a little, “Oh,” and I couldn’t tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

I swung her to her feet and stood up. I started undoing my belt.

Cheryl’s eyes opened wide as she looked at me.

“What are you doing?” she asked, seeming all nervous again.

“I’m getting undressed,” I pointed out. “If you are still naked when I’ve taken off my clothes I am going to lie you down on that couch and make love to you.”

“You said you weren’t going to Ankara Escort Bayan make me have sex,” she protested.

“Then you’d better hurry up and get dressed hadn’t you.”

I took off my shirt. Cheryl was standing there as though paralysed, not even reaching for her clothes. I was down to my underpants before she finally moved and grabbed for her panties.

“Ah, Cheryl,” I said, as she scrabbled to start putting her panties on. “This is just a suggestion but instead of putting those on, why don’t you take these off?”

I plucked at the side of my underpants. It was blatantly obvious what was under them.

“I don’t have to,” she said. “You can’t make me.”

I just gave her my most evil smile and waited. She stood there, looking at me, clutching her panties to her, her eyes twitching down to where my erection pressed against my trousers and then looking away. I figured the chances were very much in my favour. She was aroused and naked. It was going to take her more effort to say no than it would to yield.

I was right. I saw her swallow and then she dropped her panties. Then she dropped my shorts. She knelt in front of me and drew them down, watching intently as my erection came free. I stepped out my shorts, and then put a hand gently on top of her head before she could rise.

“It will go in more easily if it’s nice and wet,” I murmured.

She flicked a red-faced glance up at me, and then lightly took hold of my cock. Her head moved over it and I could feel her mouth engulfing me. I wanted to shout “YES”, and had to bite my tongue to restrain myself. Then Cheryl’s head started bobbing as she worked on my cock.

I had one thing in common with Cheryl. I wasn’t a virgin. I’ve had and used erections in the past and expect to do so in the future. But I’ll swear I’ve never had an erection like the one that Cheryl was forcing on me. Now I know why they call them blow jobs. They cause your cock to blow up like a balloon. I could feel myself swelling to bursting point. It was an act of sheer desperation when I lifted Cheryl’s head away from me.

She saw the look on my face as I lifted her and twisted so that she was flat on her back on the couch, and the look on her face was the triumphant look of a cat that had got both the cream and a canary as a side dish. Smug doesn’t even start to cover it.

She remained smug as I moved over her, preparing to take her. Then she glanced down at my erection and I was relieved to see that she looked just a tiny bit apprehensive. I pushed one leg off the couch and then I was coming down towards her. I was rough, I admit it. I sensed that Cheryl didn’t mind, actually relishing being treated roughly. Spreading her lips I pushed between them.

I paused for a moment after that initial entry, flicking a glance towards her face. A waste of time. She was staring hard at where I was joined to her, a look of anticipation on her face. So I drove in hard.

Cheryl shrieked, lifting her legs high, helping me to fill her. Then her legs closed around my waist. And I mean around my waist. Not around my legs or my thighs or my buttocks. Her legs came lifting up, and around my waist they went, holding me deep within her.

My hands closed over her breasts. There was no gentleness in me at the moment and Cheryl wanted none. Her hands dug into my shoulders and I was mighty glad that cheerleaders had to have short nails. Long nails would have scratched me so deeply I’d have been hospitalised.

We took each other, starting hard and fast and continuing that way. I mauled her breasts while thrusting hard into her. Cheryl raked her nails down my back while energetically responding to my thrusting need, meeting my needs with her own.

We gasped and panted and pounded. Cheryl was noisy, squealing when I drove in hard, moaning and tossing her head from side to side as we went at it. We bucked hard against each other, two wild creatures come together for a vigorous mating.

I took her, pounding her as hard as I could for as long as I could and she stayed with me every step of the way. They say it takes time to adjust to a new lover. In our case the time was the time it took for that first thrust. We just seemed to fit.

We made love violently on that couch, each ravishing the other and taking enjoyment from it. When my release came I thought I was dying. From the sobbing scream Cheryl gave I also thought that she had died.

Afterwards I dug out the assignment and the notes that went with it and gave them to Cheryl. I also advised her that if she didn’t both read the assignment carefully and study the notes, she’d be an idiot. She solemnly swore that she would. She was halfway to the front door, clutching the assignment before I suggested that she might like to get dressed before she stepped outside.

– – –

“Hey, Cheryl, did you get your assignment done?” Jenny asked me at our next practice.

“Of course,” I said. “Simon was a great help.”

“I bet he was, poor fool. And did you make the grade? I hear that old Eddings can be a rough marker.”

“I passed with flying colours. He suggested that I had help and I admitted that I had been given some assistance by a friend. He insisted on giving me an oral on the assignment and I passed without any problems.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32