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I was on a business trip to Sydney and my colleagues wanted to take me to a nightclub for the evening.

“There’s this really sexy dancer — you’ll love her,” one of my bachelor colleagues said enthusiastically.

With my wife back in Perth I wondered whether it was wise, but I managed to let him persuade me. Better to stroke myself in the company of sexy women than on my own in the hotel, I thought.

We ate dinner in a chic restaurant around the harbour and about 11 pm we (there were three other colleagues and me) took a taxi to this nightclub. It looked fun at the doorway and as soon as we got inside I was amazed at all the gorgeous sexy girls all around the place. One of them took us to a VIP table (my company has money!!) and sat us down, giving us a great view of a pair of beautiful tits as she bent down to arrange our table. The music was not too loud and there were several girls already dancing on the stage. Well, dancing was not quite what it was — just an excuse to show off their gorgeous bodies. An extremely pretty waitress came up to serve us — she was wearing, if that’s the word, a short skirt and black tights — and little else — just a necktie. Her tits were full but not too large — the nipples erect and the girl herself was obviously horny. My colleagues knew her and teased her a lot. She was quick to giggle and laugh with them and even sat on my senior colleague’s knee and let him play with her tits for a short while. I and my colleagues soon all had large erections in our trousers.

When she went off to get our order, the guys all relaxed but they couldn’t keep their eyes off the girls. I had to admit that I was enjoying myself and starting to feel very aroused. The music suddenly stopped.

“Here she comes,” whispered a colleague, “Watch this!”

The stage blacked out, everyone went quiet and then the spotlight shone onto a very long left leg sheathed in a black stocking and red garter belt. This leg started to move and the rest of the totally stunning body moved into the light.

“That’s Susy,” came the loud whisper from my left.

Dressed in just a tiny top and very short skirt, this beauty began to gyrate to the sensuous music. I couldn’t help but get extremely aroused — her body was sensational and, as I watched closely she began to strip off her clothes. Not quickly but in the time-honoured tradition of the stripper. It took about 2 minutes for her to take off her top, showing a little red bra underneath. By this time I had a raging hard-on and I was stroking myself under the table. Susy’s breasts were large, but not unduly so, and looked deliciously firm.

“Wouldn’t you like to suck on those?” asked one colleague.

I just nodded, hoping he couldn’t see what I was doing.

“You just wait!” he said, mysteriously.

Susy continued to gyrate and writhe on the stage, smiling and licking her lips, and sometimes going to the floor and making simulated sex movements. It was extremely erotic and I could already feel my cum starting to boil in my balls. She peeled off one stocking and threw it to a guy on a table near us. The second one was directed at me. I caught it and put it on the table. One of my colleagues picked it up and sniffed it, waving it at Susy, who grinned even more. Just as she was about to slip out of her skirt, she came off the stage and made straight for our table.

One guy whispered loudly, “We arranged this for you — it wasn’t cheap!”

My colleagues moved aside as she came over and stood right in front of me. She roughly pushed the table away and I was just able to pull my hand off my throbbing cock.

“It’s OK, big boy,” she grinned, “all the guys do it when I’m on stage.”

Now so close to her, I almost came in my pants, especially when she sat down on my knees facing me.

“It’s OK,” she cried, “You can touch!”

I put my arms round her and felt her body trembling. She shifted her body further along my legs until I could feel her hot pussy start to press against my erection.

“My, you are a big boy,” she cooed, wriggling so that her pussy was caressing along my throbbing length. “Would you like to take off my bra?” she asked loudly so that everyone could hear.

I nodded, almost unable to move from the sheer beauty of her presence.

“Come on,’ called my colleagues, “take it off. We want to see them too.”

My hands were still around her back so I slowly slid them upwards across her hot soft skin until I found her bra strap.

“No, silly,” she murmured softly in my ear, “It’s at the front.”

“Oh”, I managed to mutter as I released her and let her lean back away from me. This close up her breasts looked magnificent, even better than my wife’s two beauties! I struggled to find the clasp of her bra, but enjoying the feeling of her tits pressing on my hands as I searched. I finally found it, while my colleagues were shouting encouragement, and I slowly unfastened it.

“It’s otele gelen escort OK, big boy,” Susy giggled, “You can let go now!”

For emphasis she slid her pussy right along my hard cock and I could feel her wetness soaking my trousers.

I released the two ends of her bra and the cups fell away from her delicious tits. She immediately took my hands and put one directly on each tit.

“Squeeze them, big boy,” she urged, pressing hard down on my erection, “I’m going to cum on your cock very soon.”

I grabbed each tit and played with them, enjoying the feeling as her nipples erected firmly under my palms. I didn’t need to know from her what she needed next. I just picked up each of her large nipples between a finger and thumb and squeezed in the same rhythm that she was now rubbing herself against my cock.

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “I’ve not cum like this in the club before. Enjoy!”

With a deep groan, Susy threw her head back and came in an explosive orgasm, her whole body rocking all over me and her pussy grinding against my throbbing cock. I’ll never know how I was able to contain myself, but I didn’t want to cum in my trousers. There were huge cheers from my friends and the rest of the now-packed audience. I even noticed the waitresses and other girls watching the show Susy and I were putting on.

When she finally calmed down, she slowly climbed off my lap, announcing, “Well, big boy, I needed that. See you later!”

She stood up close by me and slowly slipped off her thong. It clung to her wetness as she pulled it down.

“You can keep that as a souvenir!” she cried, throwing her wet thong in my face with a big smile.

Now naked apart from her tiny skirt, Susy went back on stage and all my colleagues gathered around.

“That was even more than we paid for,” the senior one said, quite amazed. “Did you cum in your pants?”

“Uh, no,” I managed to stammer, almost unable to speak, “but it was close.”

“I couldn’t help it,’ admitted one as he got up to go to the washroom.

“Nor me”, admitted two others, following him out. The remaining guy just grinned.

“I had my secretary twice before we left the office,” he grinned. “She wants to try you tomorrow!”

“Really?” I asked, stupefied.

His secretary had been my wet dream every time I’d visited the Sydney office.

We missed seeing Susy’s exit, but I doubt that anything could have bettered her performance so close up and personal. The rest of the evening we spent drinking, me in moderation, the others unfortunately to excess. They all became very rowdy when a young blonde started to do what was planned to be the last strip of the night. Eventually security were called in by the bar staff and my colleagues were ‘persuaded’ to leave. I was not sorry to see them go at that point. The pretty blonde completed her strip, showing a delicious pair of tits and a very wet pussy. I could see juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

I was about to stand up and applaud with all the other guys left when a hand fell on my shoulder. I immediately felt guilty, thinking that the security guys were going to ask me to leave. Had I been that rowdy, I thought. As the stage plunged into darkness again, I looked round to see that it was Susy standing behind me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle, but….” she murmured. She’d dressed in a short skirt and tied-up top that accentuated her lovely tits. She did a twirl for me “Do you like?”

“I’m astonished at how lovely you are even in real life!” I grinned.

She smiled, “Thanks. But actually when I was sitting on you, I really did cum. Your cock was pressing on just the right place.”

“Oh, I knew you’d cum,” I replied, I just thought it was a standard act.”

“Oh my God no!” she exclaimed. “Luckily the manager wasn’t here tonight or I’d have lost my pay. That sort of thing is strictly forbidden, but once I saw you, and your friends encouraged me, I couldn’t resist.”

“Did they pay you extra?” I asked, innocently.

“Who?” she asked, equally innocently.”

“My colleagues?” I continued.

“Well they have promised me a special birthday party next week — with all my girlfriends — at their office…”

“OK,” I said, “Now would you like to sit down for a drink?”

“No thanks, if you don’t mind,” she replied, “but I would like to take you back to my place. I’d like to feel if that cock can do what it promised.”

She came real close to me and pushed her hand between us, squeezing and stroking my still rock-hard cock.

“Mmmmmmmm!” was all she said, taking my hand. “I’m finished for the night. Let’s go!”

Without waiting for me to agree, she just pulled me with her and we went outside. A doorman had already called a taxi for her and we both got into the back. She gave her address to the driver, pulled up the security shade rus escort and offered her lips for me to kiss. Thinking for a brief moment about my wife, I couldn’t resist Susy and we were soon exploring each others mouths to great depths. She was an extraordinary kisser, and became extremely aroused, writhing all over me.

“I don’t think that I can wait till we get to my place,” she said, clambering off me and kneeling on the seat beside me.

Her deft fingers quickly peeled away my trousers and I gasped as her hand reached inside my jocks and clasped firmly onto my throbbing cock.

“Oooooo,” she gurgled, grinning broadly, “It really feels as nice out as in!” She carefully extracted my big cock from my jocks and just sat back on her heels to look at it. “So big…so hard….and so wet…” she cooed, stroking one finger across the top and gathering the large drop of pre-cum that had formed there almost instantly.

She took her finger to her mouth and licked it with a big smile on her face.

“Yum” she cried. “I’ll cum while I’m sucking you!” she stated flatly, but then grinned. “Do you mind?”

“Mind?” I cried incredulously, “Of course I won’t mind. But you’re going to suck my cock?”

“Sure am!” she replied, quickly bending her head and starting to suck my big hard rod into her hot mouth.

It took a while for her to open wide enough to get me inside, but soon her head was bobbing up and down in a delightful rhythm. As she pulled up each time, her hand grasped my shaft and rubbed it too. There was no way I was going to last long — and I didn’t! With a loud cry of pleasure, I felt my cum pass the point of no return and I shot off deep into her mouth. Susy gurgled and sucked as she felt me spurting, then exploded herself in a huge orgasm, almost biting me as she came. Thankfully she pulled her mouth off my cock leaving the last few spurts unattended as she enjoyed her orgasm to the full.

“Oh damn!” she cried as she gathered her senses again. “It’s always the same. When I cum like that I just can’t hold onto the cock. Let me clean you up.”

As usual, my cock just stayed firm despite its big orgasm and I enjoyed her soft lips and tongue cleaning up around my cock and balls. She’d opened my clothes enough that there was no cum on my jocks or trousers. She zipped me back inside and finally sat beside me again, cuddling up close.

“That was heavenly,” she murmured, almost falling asleep.

She did in fact doze off for about 10 minutes, but awoke immediately the cab stopped outside her apartment block.

It was now 3 am and very quiet on the streets. She paid the cab driver and took my hand.

“Come on! I doubt that Jess will be up but she’ll have a pleasant surprise in the morning.”

“Who is Jess?” I asked as we entered the building using a special security card.

“Jess is my girlfriend. We live together. Have done since I rescued her from being a call-girl. About 4 years now — she’s just 22.”

I guessed that Susy was in her late 20s or early 30s, but she had a body to die for. She must work out, I’d decided.

We took the lift up to her top-floor apartment, taking time to fondle and kiss on the way. I was aching with desire when she started to unlock the door.

“Let’s go in quietly. Sometimes Jess is playing with herself while she waits for me,” Susy giggled softly. “But most times she’s asleep, You never know.”

But it was soon clear from the sounds we could hear that Jess wasn’t just awake, she was very active. We crept further into the apartment and saw a light was on in one of the rooms to the side of the lounge.

The voice was very loud now, and it was saying “Ohhhh, that’s great, take me!”

“The little slut!” cried Susy, “She’s got a guy here!”

She pulled me to the side and then into an adjoining room. “This is where we can watch from safely — see!”

Susy pointed to a huge window that looked straight into the room from which the sounds were coming. I looked in amazement, and felt Susy respond, not just in surprise, but somewhat in horror.

“That’s my Danny!” she almost screamed, but I put my hand over her mouth.

“It’s OK,” I murmured, “Just watch them.”

Susy nodded her agreement and moved with me onto the bed that overlooked that window.

“It’s a complete one-way mirror,” she whispered in explanation, “and this room is almost sound-proof but don’t shut the door.”

I complied and went back to sit beside her.

She grabbed my hand, “The bastard! But it’s fun isn’t it.”

She’d settled now and I could take in what was happening in the next room. There were two totally naked young people, I presume the beautiful willowy blonde was her Jess, while the muscular looking stud must be Danny. Jess was leaning back against a big pillow while Danny was deeply inserted inside her pussy with what looked like an enormous cock. Susy squeezed my hand tightly.

“He’s özbek escort huge, isn’t he?” I nodded. “But Jess is stunningly beautiful too.”

“I know,” replied Susy, turning to me, “And it makes me soooo hot to watch them.”

I had felt her arousal already and she was getting hotter by the moment as we watched Jess enjoying a truly great from Susy’s boyfriend. From the loud cries, they had no idea we were there.

Danny shouted, “Cum, you bitch or I’ll blast you full before you get the chance!”

“OK, Danny,” cried Jess, “Just a moment longer.”

It was clear that these two had been at it for some time as they were both sweating profusely.

Susy got onto the bed on her hands and knees.

“Push up my skirt and get inside me while we watch this!” she ordered. “I’m aching to feel your big cock.”

I quickly clambered off the bed, watching the other two all the time, not wanting to miss the imminent explosion. I slipped off my pants and jocks and my big cock sprang out.

Susy grinned and giggled. “I’m going to enjoy this!”

I got behind her and found she’d pulled her little thong aside and she was holding her pussy lips open with her fingers. She had the most inviting pinkness that I could not resist. I put the head of my big cock between those horny lips and she groaned loudly. I pushed and she pushed back at me. Even tho I was big, she was soaking and very well-lubricated. I slid into her welcoming pussy with no trouble.

“You’re big!” she gurgled.

“And you’re tight,” I cried, feeling her pussy tightening up one my cock when I was fully inside her.

Just as I got fully inside, I heard a loud cry from Jess.

“Oh God, Danny. I’m cumming huge!”

She exploded into a violent thrashing orgasm at which point he pulled his huge rod from inside her pussy and began to stroke it furiously.

“Oh yessssss,” cried Susy, pushing her butt back at me hard.

“Cum all over her, you bastard.”

Danny obliged with a roar of pleasure, his throbbing cock spurting huge jets of cum all over Jess’ pussy and belly, while the girl cried in delight.

Susy was beside herself with pleasure, not only from what she was watching but also from the feelings that my slow hard thrusting was causing in her pussy. I kept pushing into her, holding onto her hips and pulling her hard back onto me each time. I could feel the head of my big cock pushing against her cervix at every in-stroke.

While I continued to enjoy Susy slowly, the two lovers in the other room disengaged and we heard Jess call out “I’m gonna clean up now, you gorgeous man!”

She giggled and then moved out of sight. After a few seconds I looked at the doorway. There was Jess standing there with her mouth open.

“I…I…I thought I’d heard something!” she gasped.

Susy looked at her. “It’s OK, darling, you clean up and go back to lover boy. Me and this gorgeous man have some business to attend to.”

Jess looked shocked but went off. In between Susy’s cries of pleasure, I could hear the toilet flush. Then Jess was back at the doorway.

“Can I come in and watch?” she asked softly.

“Guess so,” said Susy, quite roughly, “But tell that bastard to go home. We won’t need him any more tonight.”

Jess disappeared and I could see them arguing. I couldn’t hear anything as I guess she’d shut the door. I just continued slowly to shaft this incredibly sexy woman who was now starting to cum on me. I saw Danny gather up his clothes and leave.

“I’ll see you, bitch,” he cried as he stormed out of the apartment.

Susy groaned out a huge orgasm as the door slammed after him.

“Oh man,” she cried, laughing, “I’ve never had so much fun. Now me hard while Jess gets in here….” she raised her voice “…..and helps!”

Jess, still naked and still beautiful, came slowly into the room, staring at us, especially at the place where our bodies were sexually joined. A great glob of cum ran down her leg and Susy saw it.

“So that wasn’t the first time you’d had him tonight,” she cried.

“No, Susy,” muttered Jess apologetically. “He came onto me so quickly he almost raped me the first time. But then….”

She was standing close now and started to caress Susy’s back and tits

“….I enjoyed it. He came enormously inside me and I couldn’t stop him. Then he wanted it again. How much did you see?”

“Just the last 10 minutes,” I whispered, gazing in awe at her superbly shaped body.

She must be a fitness-freak, I thought. She smiled and carried on caressing Susy, who was now vigorously thrusting her butt back at me as I thrust into her still hard and deep.

Susy’s cries of pleasure were soon dominating the room and I could feel my cum wanting release again.

“I’m almost ready,” I cried to Susy, “Do you want it inside you?”

“Oh, yes, lovely man. Fill my pussy up with your hot cum.”

That did it for me. I thrust one last time holding her hard against me as my cock throbbed and began to spurt out a big load into her hot pussy. She orgasmed wildly as she felt me cum, crying out Jess’ name over and over again. Jess was there to enjoy her pleasure too and the two girls hugged and cuddled as Susy slowly calmed down.

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(NOTE : HAPPY NEW YEAR!!)

…Welcome to the first new chapter of Starting from Scratch for 2021. I want everyone to know I’m grateful for your loyalty to my little world here. I’m constantly amazed by the reception of this series and it’s rich characters. I almost hate to ruin this happy moment but I must tell you all that I am decreasing the output of chapters from 2 releases a week to 1 a week for the time being. While even I like offering 8 a month it would not take long to run out of finished chapters. If and when I can offer more without any long gaps I will. By going 1 a week/ 4 a month I have enough to keep my going without the well running dry until I write more chapters. I hope you can all understand and stick with me in my efforts. I’ll do my best to not let you all down. God bless!

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STARTING FROM SCRATCH 54 LIP GLOSS

Face to facial Josie shares her lip gloss with the last person she expected. It’s the battle of the century with her boy toy Reese.

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“That’s it for Hamlet guys.”

Josie McKellen heard the bell as she paced her classroom holding a hardbound copy of Shakespeare’s Hamlet in her hands, the binding perched right between her cleavage. Closing her book briskly while holding it there she ogled her male students devilishly and rolled the binding up and down between her tits. She just could not stop flirting. At one point she knelt in the aisle between two students and held her palm up poising with a skull as if Yorick in the story. While reciting, “To be or not to be.” , one boy mouthed silently, “A slut.” A second boy said pointing at his enclosed erection, “My head should be in your hand. This head.” A flirty wink she departed but agreed 100% with both 18 year old boys. The trouble was the other half of her class was not 18 and her tactics were more relaxed so as not to get herself into more trouble than necessary. At least they were grasping Hamlet. Of course they would have rather been grasping her.

With everyone departing Josie returned to her desk seating herself appropriately and packing up for the day. After ignoring her extra curricular partner Coach Roman Crandell much of the last two days due to various reasons she had planned on meeting him in his office after school for their afternoon quickie before heading home to her husband. Today, she was being headed off at the pass. Awaiting her last student to vacate Roman stood at her classroom doorway with a scowl on his face. Not noticing him at first she began humming to herself until he cleared his throat. Eye contact made her eyes flare wide.

“Roman? I was just getting ready to come downstairs and find you.”

“Can you believe Carl looked up the camera footage onlooking my truck and it was blacked out? Say’s he needs to get a tech to come readjust it properly. The cam guys are adding cameras to the gymnasium Saturday so he’ll fix it then. So I’m screwed in finding out who busted my truck window out.”

“Oh noooo!” She pouted, “What bad timing. You do have insurance though, right?”

“You know I do. There goes my premium through the roof.” He rolls his eyes with a disgusted huff. “Who the hell has it in for me? I’m a good Coach, my troops adore me right?”

“Of course they do.” Josie gently smiled with concern but thought to herself, “They adore me more.” Her pussy got wet just picturing his entire football team with their dicks poking through the chain link fence on the football field, coaxing her to go after them. So much fun. While she did feel badly for Roman’s woes it was not enough to rat the boys out for breaking his window. Loyalty toward them, meant loyalty toward her. She wanted those big cocks enough to lie to her man, well her lover. Technically her own Husband Henry had no idea of her in school hijinks, even after he and she had agreed to open relations as long as the other knew about it. So far only Henry had been up and up with her. He might not be so happy over what she was getting away with. In her mind it was better that way.

“Are we going to your office?” She stood up from her seat, sliding her purse on the desk closer. “Or, are you going to take me here on my desk? You did get pretty bold in here the other morning. I liked that gutsier you.” She winked playfully.

“Hate to break it to you but I’m in a mood right now. Not sure I could even get it up right this minute.”

“Challenge accepted.” She moves the four foot distance to his side and hugs him first, before crouching to unzip his slacks. Pausing her hands he looks back at the open doorway seeing students still filtering from other concluding classrooms.

“Shouldn’t we close the door? Still kids herding out.”

“Where’s the adventure in that?” She slaps his hands away and continues her mission in drawing out his limp cock. Seeing it much smaller than usual she scowled, “Poor thing.” With alluring eyes rising to meet his she puckers her lips over his crown and kisses it, eyüp escort a twitch certainly but Roman was still not convinced he could perform. With all the stress lately from his window breakage, to the big game tomorrow, compiled with potentially being busted Roman huffed his cheeks and caressed Josie’s hair.

“Maybe once I know the students are all gone home. Gimme a minute.” She flicked her tongue over his urethra and shook her head negatively, she wanted him too badly to take no for and answer. Meagher in size or not she insisted, knowing her abilities to get what she wanted. Taking in the entirety of his cock it did indeed grow up, but for short periods. Trying his best he just closed his eyelids and let her give it her best shot.

While standing tall lost to reality a familiar face arrived in her doorway, Josie’s boy toy Reese froze before walking right on in. Witnessing her blowing Roman he grinned and decided to hide out for awhile and see how far their passions might go. For now Reese was content on being a voyeur. Easing from sight he noticed that Mimi Alexander’s door was still open. Spying the clock in the hallway he wondered why she was still here. Quietly and with swagger he moved down the short amount of hallway to peek inside her room. She wasn’t at her desk yet he did hear what sounded like a mouse squeaking and winced.

“Wonder what Minnie Mouse is up too?” Cautiously hugging the door frame he peered into the room and found an unexpected sight. “Holy crap!” He mumbled and ducked back to avoid her sensing his presence. She was in the back corner of her classroom with of all people fellow instructor Kevin Fowler, the geeky Spanish teacher whose classroom was just next door.

Shrill squeals of delight forced Reese to become nosey. While he always found Josie the hottest teacher in school, he had noticed a big change in Mimi. Her attire was adapting to that of both Josie and Counsellor Cherry in short, if not quite as revealing dresses. At the moment she was sitting up on a rectangular fold up table used to display her students artwork for class participation critiques. While she herself was facing right at the front of the class, feet up in the air over Kevin’s shoulders Reese instantly knew what was going on. The Nutty Professor was eating her out. “Nice!” Reese puckered, “I might have to take his place sometime.” Evil he took his cell out and set up video mode and captured their romantic rendezvous to use at his discretion. His thoughts were on Josie still, but this was just plain amusing. Even the geeks needed love. “Heard she was a lesbo. Guess not.” Bi-sexual but who truly cares these days, right?

Arm only, extended inside the room at an angle to record them Reese spotted Kevin lift his right hand in the air with something in his hand. With a simple push of a button Mimi reacted with a round of giggles which fought to be pushed aside in favor of moans. “What’s El Geeko doing?”

He decided to peer around straight at them for a less obstructed view and realized Kevin was holding up a pink remote. Knowing immediately what his weapon of choice was Reese almost laughed. Mimi Alexander was wearing a silver bullet either up her cunt or in her asshole. Either way she was loving the combo of his tongue and the vibrations. Recording just a bit more Reese opted to back away and see how Josie and Roman were doing.

Tiptoeing to Josie’s class they were still in the same positions, Josie’s riled up moans proving her mouth was still full. Roman staggering in step had found his pecker more alive than predicted but just let her do all the work. Recording them now Reese was accruing quite a bit of footage. This part was for his own benefit, Josie his pet project more than willing to do anything he asked of her. However, she had already reneged on showing up early today as he had directed. He didn’t like being denied, even in her 1st period class he was challenged to reel in his desires due to the younger girl in the class Tabitha. He and the other students all working as one with Josie were feeling neglected, guys and girls alike. This footage might force his hand to get what he wanted regularly. Even if it upset Josie should he use it as blackmail he knew deep down she would cave in. The nympho loved her fans. He would only abuse the footage should she decide enough was enough.

Hearing Roman groan he knew the Coach was nearing a nice detonation. As the growling intensified Reese was caught off guard by his cell vibrating, he was lucky the ringer was turned down. Ducking out of sight he stepped down the hall further to avoid detection, hiding in the shadows of a sunken doorway four classes down on the opposite side of the stairs. Noting his messenger tipping him off as one to of his best buds on the basketball team wondering where he was, Reese told him upstairs by Josie’s room. Asking his ally Dean where he was the boy returned with, “Parking lot.” Inspiration hit immediately.

“Dude I need şişli escort your help.” Instructions typed the boy replied with, “Are you insane?” Reese chuckled under his breath and replied with, “You know I am. Just do it. Nobody got in trouble last time.” The boy ended his texting with, “I’ll kill you if I get suspended, arrested even.” Nothing further was written, Reese trusted Dean and knew that if carried out he would have his sign. Fearing any more buzzes he silenced his cell completely.

Starting for Josie’s room he heard Mimi Alexander have an ear piercing orgasm. The racket was so loud that he heard Roman and Josie laughing in her room, discussing that Josie was rubbing off on the Art Teacher. It wasn’t just due to Josie, Piper Cherry had a hand in it too.

Eying the clock Reese knew that anyone heading up to Detention would be coming upstairs any minute. A fast retreat to his blind spot he noticed Piper Cherry hurrying up the stairs in her tearaway grey mini dress, which looked almost like a bath robe, her breasts bouncing everywhere. Gritting his teeth at her beauty, especially her peeking ass cheeks in heading up to the next floor he decided a 1 minute video of her in passing warranted his time. The cheeks spoke to him. Hearing a lot of male voices he slithered back against the closed door so as not to be seen. Forced to endure a stampede with stragglers for a good fifteen minutes he was stressing that Josie might finish and leave before he had a chance at her.

Mostly football players and goth punks heading to the 3rd. floor he spotted Angus Furlong talking to a kid named Ebonn, discussing something that held them back. Overhearing Angus wheel and deal financially with them seemed insane but that was all on the Quarterback. With the last second intrusion of Finn Rice carrying a book bag, Angus claimed it then passed it to Ebonn. The jocks then went upstairs alone. Pinned in by loitering punks killing time Reese just said screw it and walked right by them nodding. The punks just nodded back.

The second he passed them a wailing car alarm outside Josie’s side of the building began sounding. Pausing a second Reese stepped back and joined the punks as if part of their group. Ignoring them the group heard Roman Crandell yell, “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!” and come flying out of Josie’s classroom. Pants unzipped but buttoned the Coach bolted past the group who looked in awe. Nobody really noticed his slacks unzipped, nor his accrued erection. “I’LL KILL WHOEVER’S FUCKING WITH ME.” Pushing around the gathering Crandell headed downstairs and out to the parking lot.

Feeling they had spent enough time downstairs the goth group of ten moved up to the third floor landing without questioning Reese in any way. Once they had faded from view Reese pumped his fist and huffed, “I owe you Deano.” Hurrying to Josie’s door he found her peering out her classroom windows overlooking the parking lot. With her attention distracted Reese snuck up behind her and reached down to put his hands up her skirt and guide her dress upward. She jumped and palmed the window without looking behind her, she rather liked being surprised. Forcing her to stand up just long enough to remove her dress entirely her hands went right back to the window. The scent of cologne told her it was Reese but she kept his recognition to herself.

“You’re back early. Was it your truck alarm?” Reese grinned but said nothing. Dropping his jeans and boxers Reese just nudged her forward over the window sill and penetrated her juicy cunt without asking. She preferred it that way. While looking out the window as his thrusting claimed her she spotted Roman at his pickup truck. Sure enough his other cab window was broken out. Two for two she giggled under her breath. “So not my Roman. He’s down there ready to cry. Did you miss me that much to have his window broken out?”

“Wasn’t at my hand, all that matters.” Reese revealed his identity, figuring she knew., “Now this is my hand.” He snatched up her hair and got rough with her, his other hand palming her right breast. Josie gasped at his aggression and whimpered, “God yes!” In his angst he ravaged her interior with rapid, almost violent thrusts. She moaned extremely loud which made him wonder if Mimi and Kevin had heard her. Just then Mimi herself screamed a second time. Kevin Fowler must have been doing something right. Good enough for Reese. As long as Piper upstairs didn’t…Reese shook his thoughts off, “Anything to do with Furlong, Counsellor Cherry is going nowhere.” Reese had it all under control.

Hearing Josie’s cell ringing on her desk next to her purse he rolled his eyes while she sighed over the intrusion, “That’s Roman calling me. I should answer so he doesn’t come back up here.” In her suggestion Reese picked her up without pulling out of her and awkwardly carried her to her desk. Bending her over the desk and fucking her harder than he had been she nearly dropped her cell in trying to answer it. Phone to her taksim escort ear she huffed, “Yes Dear?”

The following conversation was mostly Roman cussing up a storm, giving her time to enjoy Reese in his thunderous penetrations. Each caress of his beast over her G-spot made her whimper and hold her breath. “You clean up the glass I’ll be here when you get done. Take your time I won’t leave this time. I’ll find something to keep me busy.” A grip over the back of her neck forced her head down to the desk top, in the sudden move she hisses, “Yesssssssssssss!” Luckily Roman had asked her if she was sure. Oh she was certain.

Hanging up on him she slid the cell away and gripped the chair side of her desk and endured Reese in top form. “This is what you get for not showing up this morning.”

“I’ll never show up again.” She giggled, “I love that cock. I’m sorry I can’t be perfect about what you want of me. I have a family, you know that. I told you I would always make it up to you.”

“You need to figure out how to get that Tabitha girl out of your 1st. period class so we can tag you every fucking day.” He worked up a sweat in his exertion.

“That’s a tough one Reese. GOD YES!” She rolls her eyes back into her head, “All I can do is work around her each day. I can’t just remove her or questions will rise. I did look into it, her birthday is in a month, then she will be 18. Then, it becomes a matter of her outlook on things.”

“Come on…she knows something is up. If she hasn’t said anything by now she never will.”

“It is difficult hiding things…maybe you’re right. I’ll try and find ways to see where her mind is at.”

“Damn straight you will. I need this cunt when I WANT IT, not when you want me.” He raises his voice with a masterful tone.

“If I can get past Tabitha…I’ll never deny you again. Please fuck me harder…I’m getting close.” A third scream out of Mimi Alexander’s room reporting in, Josie laughs, “I think we’re having a duel.”

“Her and Fowler.”

“Did she finally let him go all the way?”

“Dunno! Sounds like it. I saw him eating her out earlier. You don’t have to tell her I was snooping.”

“Loyalty Reese. However, I believe she might take it better than you think. She’s really opening up. Still shy but in private like now…she’s…OHHHHH FUCCCCCCK! HARDER DAMMIT!” No more words escape her throat, only cries of pleasure that haunted her for three heartfelt minutes until she squirts all over his cock, a thin waterfall trickling to the tile floor.

Reese hardly done grabs her as he had before and carried her limply back to the windows onlooking the parking lot. There he pressed her awkwardly against the glass, her 34B’s flattening under pressure. She could see Roman sweeping his cab seat out as he had yesterday. If he glanced up to her second story window he could easily have seen her being…well…being Josie McKellen. Facial features contorted at Reese’s power play she frets that Roman might learn more than she was prepared to explain. Her secondary thought was having to ask Carl Manley to ignore a second terrorist attack upon her lover’s truck. That was the easy part.

“Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssseeeeee!” She hissed, effectively greeting a multiple orgasm, her nails screeching as they clawed at the glass. Amid her puppeteers clutches she was drawn from the window ferociously and carried once again in a zombie shuffle toward the classroom door, halfway there he redirected and slammed her against her chalkboard at the head of the class, chalk and erasers toppling to the floor upon impact. Her chest once again compressed under her weight, nails dulling at more screeching along the slate, Josie McKellen lost her sanity.

Squeals to lightning fast strikes over her nerve endings she cum again just that proudly. Her body praised his demonic efforts. This was the kind of sex Josie dreamt of having, raw, losing complete control, unforgiving, savage. BANG BANG BANG! Orgasms one, two, three in a row. The puppet was dancing to a joyous spasm, her inability to stop laughing at herself for her reactions mixed with shrill whimpers of, “Dear God!” Reese was just that talented.

“I expect you here before daylight tomorrow morning. Don’t fucking argue with me.”

“I…I…I’ll make the effort. Shit, Reese!” She tugged at her hair mind still trying to focus properly. “Do this to me every time and I might leave my husband for you.” So very untrue but it was meant to boost his ego, as if he needed any extra adrenalin spikes. Before she could fully catch her bearings he yet again claimed her body’s weight and continued their Frankenstein waltz. Not once did his magnificent cock leave it’s warm, wet residence.

At the doorway he escorted her right out into the hallway in a shuffle, trying not to trip over his jeans around his ankles. Slamming her against the wall, the impact taking the wind from her sails she gasped with a hint of fear. Pinning her there he found his lips kissing her shoulder as his thrusting returned full force. Between a passionate moment, conflicted with a shuddering of sensations Josie’s concerns over being caught were fading fast. Tested for five minutes straight and further orgasms they heard voices to their right.

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Now I have done some rather strange things in my life, but this by far had to be the strangest. Here I was, sitting buck naked in an unknown motel watching a man and a women kissing and caressing on the bed. What made it so strange was the fact that the man was a total stranger and the woman was about three weeks away from being my bride. A little voice in the back of my mind kept trying to tell me how wrong this was and that I should stop it right now before it went too far. Unfortunately it had already gone to far. It was plain to see that Chris, my perspective wife, was really enjoying what was happening and eagerly waiting for what was going to happen. As for me? Well I won’t say I was out of my mind with passion, but at the same time I had a hard-on that you could have used to kill chickens!

As I continued to watch the two of them I realized just how much I was looking forward to what was going to happen. Chris had always known that I harbored feelings of voyeurism and she didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact she was the one that brought up the subject of her fucking a strange man while I watched her. She had informed me that doing something like that had always been her fantasy and so we decided to put both fantasies together. And here we were, both of us hot enough to fry eggs and eve gelen escort it became even hotter when she slowly slid her warm lips down his chest and abdomen before taking his hard cock deep into her mouth. As she was sucking his cock her eyes were intently watching me as if to see if I was going to stop her. I wasn’t! It had gone too far to stop now and I found myself silently cheering her on.

It was apparent that the guy was about to explode in her mouth and Chris must have sensed it to and she suddenly stopped sucking on him. I heard a soft moan of disappointment slip from his mouth but it was too bad. That had been about the only stipulation Chris and I had placed on this fantasy. She could do anything with him that she wanted, but only I was ever allowed to cum in her mouth. Besides, she had something else in mind for him.

Chris slowly made her way back up his body until her lips were on his and then, looking into the mirror above the bed and directly into my eyes, she slipped her legs over his waist and leaned forward. Her eyes were still on mine as she slowly, gently lowered herself onto his waiting shaft. For a split moment I thought my mind was going to explode as I watched his hard cock slowly disappear into her more then willing mecidiyeköy escort pussy.

Now there is something to be said about sound effects and my cock grew even harder as I watched her slowly begin to fuck him. The sounds of their love making along with the soft sighing of the bed springs almost made me pass out right there and then. The blood was pounding in my head so hard I was sure they could here it all the way to the office. Without even thinking my hand went down to encircle my cock and I began pumping up and down in time to the rise and fall of her body as she rode his shaft. From where I was sitting I could see right up between them and I had no problem watching his cock appearing and then disappearing in and out of her now dripping wet pussy.

The faster Chris pumped up and down the faster my own hand pumped up and down on my shaft. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out and from the way he was acting I knew he would not last much longer. He must have really been good because, knowing her like I did, I could tell that Chris had endured at least two good orgasms and was well on her way to her third. The sweat was dripping from her face as she rode in to oblivion and just as she reached the pinnacle of her third orgasm, I saw him ram his evi olan escort cock upward and as deep into her pussy as he could and for a moment or two he held it there and I knew beyond a doubt that he was filling her still shaking body with his seed.

That was the last straw for me as well as I exploded with a gigantic surge that sent my cum shooting outward to fall on Chris’ naked ass. She was still trying to catch her breath but I honestly believe she had yet one more orgasm as she looked into the mirror just in time to watch me shooting my cum all over the place. I have to admit it was the hardest I had cum in a long time. It made my knees so week I knew I would not have been able to stand even had I wanted too

For several long minutes the three of us laid there gasping for breath and then without a word the strange man quickly slipped into his cloths and walked out the door closing it behind him. That was my signal and with no hesitation at all I almost flew onto the bed and Chris’ waiting arms. Our lips joined in a violently passionate kiss and as I was still hard, I quickly slammed myself into her arching body. I could feel the heat of his seed coating the inside of her shuddering channel and it took only a few minutes for both of us to erupt again. It was by far the hardest and most pleasurable orgasm either of us had ever had and it seemed like ages before either of us could come down from the top and catch our breath. As we slowly snuggled up to each other our lips met in sweet love and we both knew this would probably not be the last time for this fantasy to happen.

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Jacob walks quickly along the sunlit sidewalk with both hands in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie. His shaggy brown hair limits his peripheral vision, and his gaze is low, tracking the other pedestrians around him by their legs and feet. He gives ample space to passerby and shares the sidewalk with a courteous, but silent and avoidant manner. In his right pocket, he grips a slip of paper.

When he arrives at his destination, he pushes through the door with his shoulder and makes his way into the short lineup leading to the front desk. He pulls his phone from his pocket as he waits. Tapping and scrolling, he never lifts his head despite flowing patiently with the queue.

Minutes later, at the front of the line, Jacob is greeted by a middle-aged woman.

“Hi there. How can I help you?”

He smiles politely, briefly makes eye contact, and hands her the package slip from his pocket.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not here yet.” She points at some text on the paper. “You see, it says here that your package will be available after 1pm today.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Jacob as he turns to leave.

“Shouldn’t be long,” she assures him.

Sitting on a shaded park bench nearby, Jacob kills time again on his phone. For months, he’s been learning Japanese with the help of a language app. The octopus mascot with the monocle always amuses him. He flicks his head habitually to move hair out of the way when a glint of light catches his eye.

It came from a bronze statue in the centre of the parkette. As he only ever comes to this part of town to pick up the odd package at the post office, Jacob had never noticed it before.

The subject is a young woman. She stands barefoot in a silky dress holding a wide, shallow bowl in front of her. It functions as a bird bath, and a small, light brown sparrow flits about in the water. The woman’s hair is tied in a long braid that hangs over her shoulder, and she looks down lovingly at the miniature scene before her.

Jacob is similarly transfixed. Her bronze form glows warmly under the midday sun, and she inhabits the green space, serene and peaceful, like a woodland fairy. He squints to admire the smoothness of her skin, the flowing weightlessness of her dress, and the quiet majesty of her form.

When a mother crosses between them, dragging a screaming child, the spell is broken. Jacob returns to his phone and checks the time.

Back at the post office, Jacob again reaches the front desk and holds out the package slip a second time.

“Welcome back,” says the service clerk, scanning the barcode on the paper. “Can I see your ID?”

He complies.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

When she emerges from the back room holding an 18-inch box, Jacob’s face lights up.

“Here you go, sir,” says the woman. “Have a nice day.”

“Thanks. You too,” says Jacob before turning to leave, still staring down at the package.

Though excited to get home, with the box under his arm, Jacob slows his pace as he passes the parkette to get another look at the bronze statue. There she stands, as before, bathed in sunlight. His eyes drift down to get a look at the shape of her hips peeking from behind the sides of the bowl she holds. Just as his eyes begin to trace those hard curves, he bumps into a man that had stopped to drop his coffee cup into a trash bin.

“Oh! God, sorry. Sorry, I’m sorry,” Jacob blurts out. He lowers his head and hurries away.

Walking through his front door, Jacob listens for signs of his roommate. He looks down at the mat by the door to see that Noah’s shoes aren’t there. He smiles to himself and kicks his own shoes off, then rushes through his bedroom door and closes it behind him. When he locks it, he notes the erection growing in his jeans.

Giddy, Jacob şişli escort bayan places the package on his bed, cuts the packing tape with his keys, pulls open the flaps, and peers inside.

A pool of packing peanuts fills the box. Jacob carefully wiggles his fingers into it until he can confidently grasp the large PVC figure buried within, and gently pulls it out.

“Yes,” he whispers to himself, as he gently removes additional packing materials from the figure, “she’s perfect.”

He sets the figure on his large computer desk and sits in his leather gaming chair to admire it. She’s twelve inches tall with porcelain white skin. Her large eyes and joyful grin fill her thin face, leaving only a small spot for her miniscule and pointed nose. Sky blue hair cascades down from her head, and swirls around her petite body. She wears a tight white blouse and a short, pleated black skirt that blooms behind her as she leans forward in a dynamic pose. The blouse is open at the top, revealing her firm breasts barely supported by a tiny black bra.

Jacob’s chair squeaks as he leans back and unzips his pants.

“I’ve been waiting for you a long time,” he speaks softly to the figure. “I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

He pulls his half-hard penis through his fly and starts to stroke himself.

“I’m glad we didn’t have to wait before we–” Jacob notices another plastic figure at the end of his desk. It’s smaller. A blonde girl.

He releases himself, stands, takes the blonde figure in his hand, and walks a few steps to a large display shelf against the wall. It’s full of other such figurines and collectables with varying levels of undress. Jacob places the blonde one in a free space, and hurries back to his seated position in front of his brand new, blue-haired delight.

He turns the figure slightly so that she isn’t facing him directly. She has a more playful look from this angle.

“You tease,” Jacob thinks while he continues to stroke himself. He imagines her touch, her small, cool fingers running along his inner thighs, tickling their way to his balls. He shivers.

With another turn of the figure, Jacob now has full sight up her short black skirt. Pale pink panties cling to a smooth, hard ass. Tiny painted daisies adorn her underwear, and he appreciates the attention to detail.

Standing, Jacob unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just below his butt. He squeezes a hot bead of pre-cum from his cock and, with the figure at roughly waist height, he teases her tiny ass crack with the wet tip. He flinches at the cold sensation, and imagines the sound of her soft, high-pitched moan.

Peering down from above into her tight, open blouse, her tits call out to him. They beg for their due. Their gift. He pulls back from the figure, turns it to face him again, and begins to masturbate faster.

As he prepares to climax, he grips his ass cheek hard with his other hand and aligns himself with the figure. She stares forward blankly, without recognition of the purply, swollen cock less than an inch from her tiny, happy face.

Jacob groans. Hot cum pumps from his cock in waves over the figure. She looks on cheerfully as it glazes her hair, her face, and runs down sloppily over her chest, into the hard plastic cleavage and the stiff ripples of her white blouse.

With a sigh, Jacob slumps back into his chair and admires his work. His coated idol looks back at him without any less pleasure on her face and enjoys the warmth of her reward. Jacob continues to stroke himself, savouring the gently fading pleasure of his orgasm.

As he does, his mind wanders back to the statue in the park. She was like something out of a dream. Though he does love his brightly coloured, energetic, and often lewd character escort bayan fatih figures, that lovely park denizen possessed a decidedly different aura. She was about subtleties and unpretentious elegance. And there was something nostalgic and familiar about her, like vintage porn.

As a glob of cum falls from the figure and plops softly onto the desk, he determines he’ll return to her tonight.

It’s 11:30pm. Jacob sits on the same park bench, gently lit by a streetlamp. He’s been sitting there for thirty minutes already, waiting for foot traffic to die down. As the rate of late-night joggers and dog walkers slows, his heart rate increases in anticipation.

He’s been admiring the statue, but only in short intervals. To appear less weird or suspicious, he spends a good deal of time on his phone. Nonetheless, he notes the new quality of her beauty in the night. Her skin is golden in the light of her own lamp nearby, and she stands glowing in stark contrast to the deep, dark greens and blacks that surround her.

Jacob wonders about who she is and where she came from. He considers what might be her name, and what may be her thoughts and dreams.

“Mabel,” he thinks. “So gentle and kind.”

Her Old-World aesthetic reminds him of the fantasy realms he often inhabits in his spare time. She’d fit right in.

“A lovely, young maiden walking the cobblestone streets, perusing the curious and enchanting wares of the town’s merchants and artisans; humming lilting melodies to herself or to passing children; dreaming of a suitor she may encounter someday soon,” he imagines.

But, reflecting on her silky dress, her luscious, braided hair, and the crown of flowers she wears on her head–there’s something decidedly magical about Mabel.

“A gently fairy of the woods,” he imagines, changing course. “She cares for the greenery and the delightful creatures of nature that populate it. Her presence is warm and peaceful.”

Jacob sighs.

Clearly hearing his own breath, he realizes that a silence has fallen on the whole park. He slowly scans the area to confirm that he’s alone, then shifts to the other, more shaded side of the wooden bench. With his heart pumping, he once again unzips his jeans, and pulls his penis out and into his hand.

Jacob sits perfectly still, unable to believe himself. He’s alone on a park bench in the middle of the night–with his dick out. But despite the doubts, his erection swells in his hand. He takes one last, cautious look around the park, and slowly starts to stroke himself. Slowly, shallowly, but deliberately.

“You look after this place, don’t you? This peaceful corner of a hectic, dirty city.”

He gazes at her.

“It’s amazing what you’ve done. I can’t believe I’ve never spent time here. You fill this place with magic and wonder.”

“And you…” He deepens his strokes slightly. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jacob shifts his butt forward and leans back more comfortably on the bench, fully immersed in his fantasy. With his eyes, he traces again the curves of her hips behind the wide, shallow dish she holds in front of them. And then down her legs to her ankles. Her bare, golden ankles. He hadn’t noticed them before, but their sharp angles impress him. He imagines them lightly bumping against his own as their bodies entwine, and he nibbles at his lower lip.

“But who cares for you?” he thinks, looking back to her face. “You spend your time here generously with the birds and the squirrels, but who is generous with you? We all need someone to care for us from time to time. To keep us company. We all need love…”

The tip of Jacob’s penis is starting to leak, and the head is wettened gradually with each gentle stroke.

“I would be honoured to love you, Mabel. merter escort bayan If you would have me.”

She smiles shyly, unable to meet his gaze.

Jacob allows his eyes to drift to her chest. Mable’s breasts are quite modest but firm, and he attempts to translate the sight of their form into the sensations they would create in his hands. He imagines how they fill his palms as he cups them lovingly. They don’t feel hard, metallic, and cold, but supple and warm. Her small nipples harden against his hands.

“Don’t worry, Mabel. You can trust me; I would never mistreat you. I understand what it’s like to be hurt.”

Jacob looks down at the cool grass between them.

“But you could never hurt me,” he says, again admiring her solid form and unwavering expression of kindness.

“You deserve so much more. You should be the guardian of this whole city. And its people would worship you. You’re a beautiful spirit to be revered. To be honoured!”

An idea enters Jacob’s mind. He prepares to stand but is suddenly conscious of the open space between them. He looks around the park, nervously, then back to Mabel. She continues to smile encouragingly in his direction, and so he tucks his penis back into the fly of his jeans and rises with purpose from the wooden bench.

Swiftly crossing a narrow gravel path, then a wide patch of grass, Jacob comes to stand next to Mabel. He positions himself on the left side of her bowl, facing inward, and with his back to the lamp light.

“We may not have much time, but I needed to be close to you,” he whispers to her.

Jacob notices Mabel’s lowered gaze. She’s looking at the bulge in his pants.

“Here. Touch it,” he says, pulling himself from his pants again with his left hand. He takes a quick look around and over his shoulder. Bending his knees slightly, he rubs his cock against the back of her left hand that supports the bowl, and it skips softly over each small knuckle.

He shivers. She’s even colder than the blue-haired figure from earlier. But his pleasure is in no way diminished, and the contact awakens something in him. Jacob begins to stroke himself again with vigor while holding his cock against the back of her hand.

“Do you like it, my love? It’s all for you.”

Jacob puts his right arm around Mabel and strokes her back.

“Like I said, you deserve it. And much more.”

He finds her ass and palms her right cheek.

“So, let me do this for you. Let me honour you.”

He stands a little taller, raises his cock over the edge of the bowl, and masturbates hard. The cool midnight breeze flutters the tree leaves above them, and the only other sounds to be heard are those of the occasional passing car in the distance.

“To your beauty. To your spirit of love and kindness.”

Jacob takes a deep breath and holds it. He wants to match her humble silence. He leans his face against the top of Mabel’s head and finally achieves his orgasm.

He cums generously into her dish. His thick, warm offering glides down the gently sloping inner wall of the bronze bowl, over thin layers of green algae and past a fallen leaf, to collect at the bottom with the unevaporated remainder of the day’s gathered rainwater.

Jacob enjoys the sweet, floral scents of Mabel’s crown of flowers as he lingers for a moment; the metallic smell of weathered bronze is only an afterthought. He then squeezes out the last of his semen, kisses her smooth, cold forehead and puts his penis away.

“You’re amazing, Mabel,” he mumbles.

When he hears the distant screech of car tires, Jacob is suddenly self-conscious, and shoots looks all around him, trying to pierce the darkness. Seeing no signs of shocked onlookers, hearing no shouts of disgust, he retreats to the dark corner of the park by the bench and waits for his galloping heartrate to slow.

Before making his way home, Jacob takes one final look at Mabel. At the beautiful young woman. At the cold hard statue in the center of the small park. And he sighs, a little melancholy to be leaving her behind.

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I was in the midst of moving into my new dorm room, which was in one of the older buildings on campus but had the novelty of a small sink in the room, when I discovered a small door in my closet. Being only nineteen at the time, I had no idea why there would be a small door inside my closet until I opened it and realized it was to access the pipes for the sink. I was thinking that it might be a nice little stash hole, so long as I didn’t have any plumbing problems, and as I was exploring it further, noticed a bit of light visible further into the wall. I dug out my flashlight and took a closer look, discovering that it was from the hole where the pipes penetrated into my neighbor’s room. This didn’t mean very much to me until my new dorm neighbor showed up later that morning.

As I was continuing to unpack, having forgotten any thoughts of the little door in the closet at least temporarily, I heard some racket next door and assumed that my neighbor had arrived. Since it sounded like there were some other people helping with the move, I didn’t go over to introduce myself right away and, a little while later, she ended up stopping by to introduce herself to me. I was trying to find someplace for some of the last few items I had to unpack when I heard a knock on my doorframe. The door was propped open and, when I turned toward it, I was pleasantly surprised by what I was seeing; I was even more pleasantly surprised when she identified herself as my new neighbor. Her name was Tina and, based on her last name and her appearance, I surmised that she was of Greek ancestry. Her hair was thick, curly and dark, she had a really nice rack and was curvy in all the right places. Her face, though not unattractive, was just about average but the entire package together was definitely visually pleasing.

It wasn’t until later that day, after Tina was back in her own room and I got to thinking about her body, that I thought about that hole in the wall again. I was definitely interested in getting a better look at her figure, but living in a dorm there was always the potential for an opportunity to present itself; however, the thought of a hole leading into her dorm room was a strong lure. I knew there was no way that I could fit my head into the wall to look through the hole but I was somewhat familiar with pinhole cameras and wondered about one of them as a possibility. Of course, with the campus being in New York City, there were a lot of resources for learning about such devices and, after a few days of admiring Tina’s figure, I started looking into them.

As I said, there was the possibility of becoming more familiar with Tina’s body in other more intimate ways, whether via a discreet hook-up or due to her not being overly modest, but neither was a certainty and, the more I saw her and the more I got to know her, the more fascinated I was becoming with the idea of seeing that body on a regular basis. Of course there would be the risk of a pinhole camera being discovered, either by her or someone else in her room or by a plumber should there be any problems with either of our sinks, but it was getting to the point where I was willing to take the risk. There was also the concern that the investment wouldn’t end up being worth it due to the resolution limits of such small cameras. The more thought I put into it, though, and the more experts I talked to in various shops around the city, the more confident I became that I could pull this off and that it would be worthwhile.

I ended up buying a nice little camera in Chinatown along with some software that would allow me to record video files onto my hard drive which I could later edit down to only the desired segments. The next issue was going to be getting it installed inconspicuously, which I managed to do one afternoon when I didn’t have class but I knew that Tina did. I worked as best I could with my arm jammed into the wall and attached the cable to the drain pipe so that, if somebody opened the little door in her closet, they wouldn’t see anything that looked out of place. With a few minor adjustments, I had the camera aimed to encompass about half of her room, including her bed and the front of her dresser. If she tended to change or dress in front of her closet, I’d end up being out of luck but I suspected that there would be a fair amount mecidiyeköy escort bayan of action in front of the dresser and near the bed, so I was quite satisfied. The clarity was much better than I had expected, so the last thing I had to do was see how the camera looked from inside Tina’s room.

Luckily, that evening after I got it set up, Tina had her door propped open so I wandered in to socialize a bit and meandered around her room a little, showing some interest in little odds and ends here and there. I sat on her bed at one point and looked right at where I knew the camera was and couldn’t even see it. I even took an opportunity to stop and discreetly squat down right next to the sink and doubted even at that location anyone who didn’t know the camera was there would notice it. It looked to me like everything was in place, so I went back to my room and played around with the software for a bit. I had a rough idea of Tina’s schedule and figured I could fine tune the settings as I learned more about it. I wasn’t planning to record anything during the day, since I expected that she’d be in class for most of that time and, even if she was in her room, there wouldn’t be a high probability of her getting changed.

The first few days were even more successful than I could have imagined. The evening following the first night the camera was set up and operational, I sat down to review the footage from both the previous night and that morning. I started out fast-forwarding through a lot of Tina reading on her bed or sitting at her desk or walking around as she talked on the phone, but eventually hit relative pay dirt. I started watching even more intently as I saw her turn down her bed and close her shade, but she grabbed a little basket off her dresser and left the shot for a while. I recognized the basket as being full of her toiletries, so I assumed she had left the room to do her pre-bedtime ablutions, and just fast-forwarded until she was back in the room. Once she was back, she placed the basket back on her dresser and went in the direction of her closet. It occurred to me then that, like me, she probably had her laundry bag or basket in the bottom of her closet, so she’d probably undress near the closet door. There wasn’t much I could do but hope that she dressed near her bed or in front of her dresser in the morning.

The relative pay dirt came when she crossed to her bed wearing only her panties, lifted her pillow and pulled a nightshirt from underneath it. She turned toward the dresser as she pulled the nightshirt over her head, so I got a quick side view of her luscious tits, with their large areolas, before they were covered by her sleepwear. It was just a few minutes later that she climbed into bed and turned out the light. I rewound and noted the time frame that I would want to retain, then went to the next clip, which was from that morning, anxious to know if there was more to see in the AM than there had been in the PM. Tina did not disappoint.

The room was fairly dark, but I could see the vague shape of Tina moving until she reached over and turned the light on. She sat up on the edge of the bed, showing a quick flash of her panties which ended up being meaningless when she pulled the nightshirt over her head. I could feel my cock stiffening as she let her nightshirt drop onto the bed and her beautiful tits were right there, exposed in all of their glory. I devoured them with my eyes, taking in the size and shape as well as the dark pink of her areolas and nipples. They were truly works of art and this moment made the whole setup worth it. Luckily for me, it got even better. With her nightshirt cast aside, Tina raised her ass off the bed and slipped her panties down her legs, exposing her dark bush, then stood and walked toward the closet with her panties in hand. When I next saw her, she was wearing a robe and grabbed her basket of toiletries again, so I assumed she was heading for the shower.

I rewound and watched her undressing again, then got up to make sure my door was locked and slipped out of my pants and underwear. I sat down and fast-forwarded, stopping when the overhead light came on in Tina’s room, indicating that she was back from her shower. She returned the basket to her dresser then disappeared toward the closet again. When she reappeared, she was stark naked. My cock stiffened quickly as I watched her pull a pair of panties from her dresser, step into them, then take out a bra and put that on as well. She disappeared again and returned wearing a pair of jeans, but didn’t put a top on as she went to work on her hair and makeup. I fast-forwarded again until she was finished, completely dressed and the overhead light went off. Sitting with my cock semi-rigid, I decided to do my editing and save the files, then watch them a few more times before putting my pants back on.

The editing went smoothly and I soon had my stiff cock in my hand as I watched the side view of escort bayan taksim Tina’s tits, her early morning undressing and full-frontal nudity and her after-shower dressing over and over. Once I’d blown my load all over my fist, I hid the files in the depths of my hard drive and set up for that evening and the next morning before redressing and getting started on my schoolwork. Over the next few days, I captured more of the same and added to my collection, masturbating nightly over Tina in various stages of undress. As the weekend approached, though, I knew I’d have to expand my window of recording because I didn’t know if she’d sleep later or stay up later. I wasn’t expecting to catch much different over the weekend since I knew she didn’t have a boyfriend and I got the sense as I got to know her better that she wasn’t the type to just hook up at a frat party. Again, I found myself pleasantly surprised.

I found some time on Saturday afternoon to review the footage from Friday night and that morning and, though Friday night’s footage was pretty typical, Saturday morning’s redefined pay dirt. Tina’s room gradually lightened as the sun got higher and Tina began to stir, just a little at first, but gradually more and more. I really didn’t have a sense of what was going on until she suddenly flipped the covers back and raised her legs to slip her panties off. It was light enough that I could see her bush pretty clearly, though not as clearly as if the overhead light had been on, but I was going stiff pretty quickly regardless. She then pulled her nightshirt up to her chin, exposing her tits, and immediately began to massage them. The room continued to lighten as I stared unbelievably at Tina gently tugging her hard nipples before her right hand slipped down over her body and between her legs.

I paused the playback, double-checked that my door was locked, and stripped down completely. I backed the footage up a few minutes and watched again as Tina slipped off her panties, exposed her tits and started to fondle herself. I was gently stroking my tool as I watched her right hand moving over her bush and her left alternating from one nipple to the other. She started rocking her hips as she fingered her pussy and stroked her clit as I felt my own orgasm quickly building. I was transfixed as the room got lighter and more detail of her body was revealed, including that her eyes were tightly shut and her nipples were thick and hard. I was very close to cumming when she started to shake and was obviously doing so herself. I continued stroking as she went still and her hands dropped to her sides, leaving her nearly naked and exposed to me. By the time she sat up and stripped off her nightshirt, I was done for and began to spurt as I came.

I continued to watch even as I was blowing my load, as she stood and walked toward her closet. When I saw her again, my cum just dribbling by then, she was wearing her robe and grabbed her basket as she headed for the shower. I fast-forwarded until she was back from the shower and watched her get dressed, cum drying on my skin and my cock lying limply on my leg. I couldn’t believe that footage and knew immediately that my investment had been incredibly wise. I cleaned myself up and got dressed again, then edited and saved the new footage. Having captured something like that so soon after starting made me think that there was going to be more to see than I had initially expected. I didn’t know if Tina was a creature of habit or not, but I couldn’t imagine that her masturbating would be a one-time thing or that she’d always do it the same way.

The next afternoon, I started to rethink the creature of habit thing. As I reviewed the footage from Sunday morning, I was surprised when Tina flipped her covers back again as it was getting pretty light in her room. This time she pulled her nightshirt off and stuck a hand into her panties, humping against it as the other hand felt up her titties again. She eventually shed the panties and, laying there naked, took care of her needs again as I put my own hand to work taking care of mine. I paused the video as she stood and I had a nice full-frontal as she headed for her closet, soon blowing my load as I admired her full, round tits and her trim, dark bush.

As the weeks went on, I continued to collect footage of Tina nude or partially nude during the week and masturbating with regularity on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I never saw her bring anyone back to her room or saw her masturbate during the week throughout that time but I did start to wonder if she’d be interested in somebody else taking care of her rather than always doing it herself. While we continued to get to know each other, along with the other residents of our floor, I made sure that I subtly flirted with her and casually complimented her without blatantly coming on to her. I was starting to craft an idea that was making more sense the longer I thought about it. If a better escort bayan beşiktaş situation didn’t present itself, I was going to go for broke one weekend morning and coincidentally head for the shower at the same time she did. The bathrooms were totally coed, though the showers were surrounded by stalls just as the toilets were, so we could essentially end up just feet apart and still chatting while we were naked and lathering up. I was thinking that maybe if she wasn’t completely satisfied by masturbation, the two of us being naked under our robes or in adjacent showers might pique her interest in me as a sexual being. If she was horny and thinking about me naked at the same time, I surmised, good things could happen.

It wasn’t too difficult to figure out what time she typically got out of bed on the weekends and, with the ability to watch live as the computer was recording, I got up one Saturday morning and waited, sitting in my robe. I had decided against masturbating along with her, not wanting to be already spent if something was to happen between us. She didn’t disappoint and was soon fingering her pussy and caressing her breasts while my cock tented out my robe and I resisted the strong urge to stroke it. When she’d finished and was getting up, I grabbed my toiletries and quietly opened my door. No one was in the hallway, so I stood there as if I was just closing it until Tina stepped out and I actually pulled it shut and locked it. I said “Good Morning” and waited for her to lock up, then walked with her down to the bathroom. She seemed a little embarrassed that I was seeing her first thing in the morning, so I wanted to let her know that I found her attractive anyway and ended up asking her if she wanted to conserve water by showering together.

She whipped her head sideways to look at me and see if I was serious so I moved my own basket of toiletries aside to reveal the tent pole in my robe. She looked back up at my face and, after a moment of thought, said that if no one else was in the bathroom and we could both be quiet about it, she thought it would be a good idea. My prayers were answered as we found the bathroom deserted, though I suspect if anyone had been in there we might have ended up back at one of our rooms after showering separately. We went into one of the shower “anterooms” and set our baskets inside the shower itself then looked at each other and I sensed that she was waiting for me to take the lead. I went ahead and opened my robe, since she seemed fixated on the tented out area. My cock was rigid and pointing at her so I stepped closer and she took it in her hand, gently stroking it as I moaned softly.

I was pleased when she sat down on the edge of the tub and wrapped her lips around my throbbing tool, sliding them down to engulf it in her hot mouth. She was still wearing her robe, but I was so completely worked up from watching her masturbating earlier that I knew it wouldn’t take very long before I was cumming down her throat. I was running my fingers through her thick hair and pushing my hips toward her face slightly each time she engulfed my cock in her mouth. She held the base of my cock in one hand and gently fondled my balls in the other and I was quickly aware that this wasn’t her first attempt at a blowjob. Even if I hadn’t been completely worked up already, it wouldn’t have taken much of her cocksucking to get to the point where I could feel my orgasm coming on very quickly.

I was relishing the feel of her mouth, looking down at her to see my cock sliding in and out of it, while also thinking about how her tits had looked and how trim her bush was, realizing that I was about to see them again, but up close and personal. The fact that they were so close to me and covered only by Tina’s robe probably helped push me along as much as her skillful cocksucking. I tried to keep my desire to moan loudly under control even though I hadn’t heard anyone come into the bathroom, but an occasional gasp escaped the closer I got to cumming. As my cock swelled even more, I started to push my hips toward her face a little bit more and she responded by pumping the base of my shaft while trying to take more of it into her mouth. I couldn’t help but let a little noise escape when I finally exploded into her mouth and she swallowed my load while continuing to suck my cock.

She let my tool fall from her mouth once I was spent then I helped her to her feet. I whispered that we should turn the shower on and get in and that I’d take care of her inside where no one would be able to see two pairs of feet under the stall. I hung my robe on one of the hooks, then opened hers and slid it down her arms while devouring her awesome tits with my eyes. I hung her robe, too, then ran my hands over her succulent globes before I remembered that we were trying to avoid having two sets of feet spotted. I suggested that she turn the water on and my eyes locked on her ass as she bent over to do so, the blood already trying to return to my spent organ. With the water temperature set, we stepped into the shower and I immediately dropped to my knees. She leaned against the tile wall and put one foot up on the opposite edge of the tub, opening herself up to me as I leaned in and started lapping up her juices.

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Chapter 4

Rivals

As winter approached the days were getting colder and the students were wearing more layers as they walked around the campus lawn on their way to their classes. Dawson walked alone in a tight-fitting, grey and black sweater which extenuated her large, round breasts. She held her books in front of her as she hurried through the yard towards the science building for Geography.

On the way she saw Jordan walking in the opposite direction, the girl who would have been her pledge sister had she not walked out during the final test of Pledge Week. The petite, short-haired blonde was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt which tried to show more of her tits than there was there. She walked with another girl whose tits were quite a bit larger, about the same as Dawson’s. She had long, straight brown hair and a rather plain yet inviting face.

“Jordan, hey!” Dawson waved to her as she approached, “How are you?”

“Oh hey Dawson,” Jordan said with a bit of a scowl. Dawson wondered if she was still bitter about not making Sigma.

“I haven’t actually seen you around since…”

“Since Pledge Week? Yeah,” Jordan’s voice began taking a bitchier edge to it, “Well, don’t worry. I’ve found a much better sorority than your slut fest. Tawnee here brought me into Lambda Kappa. So don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Okay….” Dawson was at a loss for words, not thinking that Jordan would hold such grudge, “I didn’t kick you out or anything. I didn’t want you to hate me….”

The brunette gave an exasperated sigh. “What a bitch.”

“Hey watch it!” Dawson defended herself.

“Whatever Dawson,” Jordan rolled her eyes, “You Sigma girls had better watch out. I’m not the only one who thinks you’re all a bunch of bitches and sluts. Us Lambda girls are much better than your sorry house. You’ll see.”

With that Jordan and Tawnee held their noses up and marched past Dawson, leaving her wondering exactly what happened. She eventually just decided to shrug it off and walked on.

* * *

Dawson walked into one of the cafeterias over lunch hour and ordered herself a veggie wrap. As she was ordering, Alison came up behind her ordering the same thing. They went to find a table and saw Anne sitting all by herself at the end of one of the tables looking very disheartened.

“Hey Anne, something wrong?” Dawson asked as they sat down beside her.

“What?” Anne looked up from under her long, blonde locks, barely aware they were there, “Um, no, nothings wrong.”

“You sure?” Alison checked, “You seem, I don’t know, distant or something,”

“Yeah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Before they could get anything out of Anne however, they were joined by Nikki, Faith and Lana who all took places beside them on the table.

“How’s it going newbies?” Nikki asked as she brushed her long, straightened auburn hair out of her face.

“Guess who I saw today?” Dawson said as she went on to tell her sisters what happened with Jordan.

“What a bitch,” Alison shook her head. The other girls all seemed to agree.

“Don’t worry about it Dawson,” Faith told her, “She’s just bitter. Lambda Kappa has a tendency to take all the Sigma rejects. It’s built up a pretty good rivalry because of it.”

“Yeah, that Tawnee girl she was with was turned down by us last year,” Nikki said, “We haven’t had a good war with them in a while, though this may trigger one.”

“What? Just me running into her like that?”

“They’re petty,” Lana piped in.

“Yeah, their head girl, Katie, really hates us. It wouldn’t take much,” Nikki told her.

“Guess we should keep our eyes open then,” Faith said in her sultry British accent, “And let Brandi know too.”

“She’ll love another war,” Nikki smiled, “Brandi loves getting dirty.”

* * *

In the evening the girls were having naked movie night. They had pushed the couch back to the furthest wall of the den and laid a number of soft comforter blankets on the floor facing the TV. The girl’s favorite chick flick, The Notebook, was popped into the DVD player and six of the girls got ready to watch.

Raven wandered in from the kitchen completely nude from head to toe, showing off her glistening smooth body and bringing two bowls of popcorn. She handed one bowl to Faith who was lying down on the blankets in front of the couch, then sat down with the other beside Brandi who was sitting by the right arm of the couch.

On the other side of the couch, Kate was lounging against the left arm of the chair, leaning on her side with her legs on the couch, taking up most of the left half. She was wearing only socks. Her perfect ten nude body was exposed for all to see.

On the floor in front of the couch laid the three second year girls. Faith was underneath Brandi’s petite form, contrasting it with her own full figure and gigantic tits. Eileen sat against the middle of the couch on the floor with her knees up covering her large, slightly hanging boobs. Lana’s European-style good-looking naked body was lying down on the floor on the other eyüp escort side of Eileen, her big breasts flat down against her chest and her long, silky legs stretching off towards the TV.

Brandi liked doing naked movie night every now and again. She felt it formed a trusting bond between the girls and made them all feel more comfortable with each other, strengthening the sisterhood.

“So why aren’t the new girls at naked movie night? This should be their first one,” Lana asked as she grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl Eileen was holding.

“I let them off the hook this time,” Brandi explained, “Dawson and Alison are swamped with homework, and Anne was just somewhere else completely.”

“That’s not new,” Kate mumbled, never really liking Anne’s artistic nature, turning her attention to Raven beside her, “Hey don’t hog all the popcorn!”

“Then don’t take up half the couch!” Raven rebuked.

“Shut up!” the naked Faith cried from below, “The movie’s already started.

“Hey girls?” Brandi said after a short pause when all six nude college girls were glued to the TV, “Where’s Nikki?”

* * *

Later that night, after the sun had already gone down, Nikki snuck into the Alpha frat house when she was sure no one was looking. She made her way inside, avoiding the house’s residents until she reached Colin’s room and slipped inside.

Not long after, Colin opened his bedroom door and walked in casually, not even noticing at first that Nikki was already standing by his bed completely nude. When he finally did notice, he jumped back a little bit in surprise.

Nikki stood with her hands on her wide hips which ran along her stomach to her full, bouncy, massive breasts. Her long, straight auburn hair fell around her shoulders. And if her nude pose in the middle of the room wasn’t enough to tell him what she wanted, the look in her eyes was.

“Nikki, I-,” he stammered, “Look, I thought we had talked about this. You, um, didn’t want a relationship. You made that quite clear.”

“I don’t,” she shook her head, “That’s not what I’m here for.”

“But you know how I feel-“

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she cut him off demandingly as she reached her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Colin knew he was being used by her, but when she spoke to him like that, there seemed to be nothing he could do. He willfully followed her fleshy, curvy naked body to his own bed.

* * *

Very early the next morning, Nikki snuck out of the fraternity just as she had snuck in earlier. The sun was just coming up as the campus was quiet and empty, save for the few people like herself who were sneaking back after a late night hook-up.

But as Nikki rounded the corner of another building on her way back to Sigma House, she realized that she wasn’t as alone as she thought. For suddenly her way was barricaded by a group of girls standing with their arms crossed in front of their chests. Nikki knew immediately what going on. They were Lambda girls.

The plain looking brunette Tawnee stood at the foreground of the group with the tiny blonde Jordan standing behind her and at least six other girls around them.

“Hello Nikki,” Jordan said in a cocky and sarcastic tone, “Going somewhere?”

Nikki simply sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh great.”

* * *

Later that morning Dawson walked to class with Alison from their dorm. It was a nippy, cool morning and they were both wearing sweaters as they walked through the lawn. As they crossed the center part of the lawn, they noticed a group gathering around one of the school trees. They wandered over to see what the commotion was about.

There they saw none other than their own Sigma sister Nikki tied to the tree wearing nothing but her white bra and panties. Her ample figure was shown almost in full as her large, DD tits looked as though they were going to pop out of her bra any moment. And all over the bare parts of her body was scrawled writing in black marker, saying ‘Lambda Forever’, ‘Sigma sucks’ and various other slogans.

Nikki looked embarrassed enough, but not nearly as embarrassed as Dawson would have been had it been her. Dawson and Alison both ran up to her pushing their way through the gathering crowd.

“Nikki! What happened?”

Nikki simply shrugged. “I guess we’ve got a sorority war on our hands. Now, I’m kind of cold. Think you can get me out of here?”

* * *

“So how do we get them back?” Brandi threw the question out as she convened with Nikki, Raven and Kate in her bedroom. The four older girls often discussed issues like this together, and once Brandi found out about what Lambda did to Nikki, she immediately called them to a meeting.

“Come on girls, we need something good,” the feisty, black-haired Brandi urged.

“Yeah, we can’t let them get away with this,” Nikki stated, “It took me an hour to scrub all that marker off in the shower today.”

Raven, whose sleek and sexy dark-toned body was leaning off to the side on Brandi’s dresser, looked up şişli escort with an idea. “Hey, why don’t we just go old school?”

“What do you mean?” Brandi inquired further.

“Simple. A panty raid.”

“Seriously?” Kate grimaced.

“No no, I like it. It’s classic,” Brandi agreed with Raven, “But not when they’re home. In the middle of the school day when they’re gone.”

* * *

As older girls were planning their revenge upstairs, Eileen walked into the Sigma House with her boyfriend Jeff, who was a stocky, built guy with curly black hair and a friendly face. He had been dating Eileen for practically a year and was a familiar face around the sorority.

They walked into the kitchen to find Anne already cooking supper for the girls. However, as they walked in on her she looked as though she had been crying. Anne quickly turned away and wiped her eyes when she saw them

“I’ll talk you to later babe, okay?” Eileen said quietly to Jeff as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Yeah, okay,” Jeff understood as he made his way back out of the house.

“Anne, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” the blonde sniffled.

“Don’t give me that,” Eileen chided her, “Something’s wrong. What is it?”

“I… I think I was drugged…”she admitted.

“What?” Eileen said sounding astounded.

“That night we went to Bikini’s,” she told her through her sniffling, “I woke up in a motel room all wet. I don’t remember a thing!”

Eileen looked at her sorority sister with pity. “Do you have any idea who?”

“There was this creepy guy there who tried hitting on me before,” she shook her head as she tried to remember, “I think it was him. But how can I know?”

Anne’s voice became more hysterical as she spoke and Eileen tried to calm her down by pulling her into a hug.

“Listen, it’s okay. Alright? It’s okay….”

* * *

The next afternoon, while most students were in their classes, a group of Sigma girls snuck their way across campus to Lambda House. Dawson crept her way along the side of the large, blue and white house, thinking that she probably shouldn’t have skipped class. Her grades were already slipping quite a lot. But Brandi had managed to convince her.

Brandi led the line of girls, with Nikki, Raven, Lana, Dawson and Faith behind her. They reached one of the side windows and crept behind a bush which ran along the house.

“Okay, Faith you stay here in the bushes and keep watch,” Brandi whispered, “The rest of us, we have to move quickly. Raven and I will take the top floor. Lana and Dawson take the second, Nikki, stay here on the first floor.”

So Brandi opened the window cautiously and the five girls snuck in while Faith stayed hidden in the bush.

“Okay go go go,” Brandi called as they ran off, spreading out into their different areas. The girls broke out in giggles and they charged their way into the different bedrooms with their pillowcases in hand, raiding all the underwear drawers in each.

Dawson broke into a room she thought may be Tawnee’s and rummaged through the top drawer, grabbing all the panties and thongs that were stuffed in there.

“Bras too?” she called to Lana who was passing by going to another groom.

“Yeah, take it all!” she said, hurrying to stuff her pillow case full too.

Raven and Brandi ransacked the top floor finding every piece of underwear available; in the drawers, laundry hampers, lying around the rooms. Brandi burst into the head girl’s room. She looked around and smiled. Katie would be so mad if she knew Brandi had made it this far. Brandi opened up the closet and found a number of different lingerie outfits inside. She snatched up them all and smirked again as she closed the door.

Outside, Faith thought she saw a couple girls approaching the house and she called through the window.

“Nikki, tell them to hurry!”

Nikki called out to the others and they all charged down the stairs with their full cases in hand, climbing back through the window and giggling and snickering as they got away successfully.

* * *

The girls went straight to setting up the next stage of their prank. Outside on the central campus lawn, they began stringing the panties and bras in lines across the trees. The Lambda girls’ underwear hung with a large sign declaring Sigma’s superiority.

Once the next set of classes were let out, the students of Jameson University poured out of the buildings and howled in laughter as they saw the display. Every now and then an embarrassed Lambda girl would recognize her own collection of thongs and bras and would run over to pull them down.

Dawson stood away from the group chuckling with Faith and Lana. Then she heard someone call her name behind her. She turned around only to see her Sociology professor behind her. The other two girls looked awkwardly and left Dawson alone.

“Professor North,” she stammered, “Hi.”

“You weren’t in my class today I noticed,” the forty-something, attractive professor said, “Had better things to do, did you?”

As he said this, taksim escort his eyes wandered over to the exhibit of panties on the other side of the lawn.

“No sir, it wasn’t that, it’s just,” she gulped, “I don’t know.”

“Well, your grades are already slipping Dawson,” he warned her, “Coming to class should be a priority for you at this point I would think.”

“Yes sir,” she agreed sheepishly as he went of on his way.

* * *

Darren quietly made his way down the hallway to his next class as he saw a sight he didn’t want to see walking towards him. Anne and Eileen came straight his way with no intention of letting him by. Anne was looking as sweet and innocent as ever, while Eileen was looking like a bloodthirsty vixen.

“Was it you?” Anne asked with a shaky voice as she hugged herself with her arms.

“What are you talking about?” the spectacled, scrawny Darren responded.

“Don’t act dumb,” Eileen snapped at him, her golden, straight hair hanging over the right side of her face, her eyes blazing, “We know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.”

“Listen you stupid bitches, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now leave me alone.”

“You made a big mistake,” Eileen told him as he pushed his way by.

* * *

That evening, the girls went out to the Young Leaf for a celebratory drink after their successful prank. They all sat in their regular booth which was always set aside for them, thanks to Brandi’s “promiscuities” every now and again with the guys who ran the place.

As the ten of them were sitting around having a good time, a group of the Lambda girls wandered in. Tension suddenly filled the air of the pub, and all the other students in the place could feel it.

“Stupid fucking bitches!” Jordan called out to them, ‘We should have you arrested for breaking and entering!”

“Then we’ll have you arrested for kidnapping!” Nikki yelled right back.

“Do you really think you have a chance against us?” Tawnee taunted them as the Lambda group ended closer to their booth.

“Tawnee, Jordan, go home” Raven said calmly.

“We will, we will,” Jordan said as she came closer to the table, “But first we thought we could buy you some drinks!”

And as she said that, she grabbed two beers from the table next to them, and poured them both over the head of the nearest Sigma girl next to her, which happened to be Lana. The beer drenched her long, blonde hair and ran over her soft face, running down over her shoulders, making her shirt stick and cling to her breast and torso.

As Lana’s face went to shock, the first one out of her chair was Alison, who ran straight for Jordan with her fist clenched. Jordan flinched and stepped back.

“You whore!” she cried as she charged, but Faith and Raven acted fast and held her back.

“Enough!” Brandi finally yelled as she stepped into the middle of it all, “Enough of this squabbling. Listen girls, let’s have a real challenge, instead of these stupid bitchfests. Here,” she looked to the wall beside her, seeing a poster for a wet t-shirt contest that weekend, pulling it down and jamming it into Tawnee’s chest, “Young Leafs Wet T-shirt contest. Let’s put it all on the line there. Let Katie know, and tell her she’s welcome to show up herself if she’s tired of sending her little bitches out to do her work for her.”

Tawnee didn’t say a word, but simply shut up, took the poster and walked out of the pub with the other girls trailing behind her.

“Lana, you okay?” Alison asked as things quieted down.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lana said as she shook the beer out of her long, beautiful hair, “Thanks though.”

“Hey, here’s a towel,” some guy said as he came from the bar, handing her the towel.

“Thanks,” Lana said as she glanced at Alison, looking with admiring eyes at the first to get up to defend her.

“That was crazy,” the guys said, obviously hoping her could use this small moment of chivalry as an in.

“Yeah, Lana shrugged, “Crazy. Thanks for the towel.”

“No problem. I’m Kirk.”

“Lana,” she answered, as she looked back to Alison who was now sitting at the table with the other girls again, barely hearing what Kirk was saying to her.

* * *

Lana talked with Kirk the rest of the night, and since he was being really nice to her, she decided to go home with him. They went back to his dorm and threw a sock on his door to tell his roommate not to interrupt.

Lana stripped down for him and he for her. She found he was quite well-endowed and he saw her beautiful D-cups and thought the same. Lana lay down on the bed and he followed her quickly, grabbing a condom from the drawer and slipping it on immediately, sinking himself deep into her already moist pussy.

But Lana’s pussy was moist not because she saw his long, stiff rod, but because she was thinking of someone else entirely.

As he started ramming his dick inside her, grabbing onto the headboard as he did so, Lana lifted up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting him get even deeper, moaning with pleasure as she did. Her eyes were shut the entire time as she just focused on feeling the dick inside her.

Her mind drifted as she felt the pleasure run up from her loins and she started moaning harder and giving out short shouts, which increased as he pounded away faster.

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So this man asked me out

by Vanessa Evans

Okay, so it was more like he told me where and when to meet him.

Part 1

I was having a drink in a pub with two of my girl friends when one of them told me that a guy standing at the bar with two of his mates was staring at me and had been for the last half hour.

I couldn’t understand why he would want to stare at me because there is nothing special about me. Both my mates are prettier than me and they have bigger tits. What’s more they were both wearing dresses that were shorter than my skirt and both dresses were low cut revealing a lot of cleavage whereas I was wearing a blouse that was showing nothing.

I shrugged off Jenny’s comment telling her that she needed to go to specsavers and thought no more of it.

Anyway, about fifteen minutes later I needed to go to the rest room and on the way there I got intercepted by the guy who apparently had been staring at me.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m John, meet me here tomorrow at 7 p.m.”

Then he turned and went back to his mates.

I just stood there for a couple of seconds trying to convince myself that I had heard what I thought that I had heard. Then I went and relieved myself and freshened up.

Back with my mates I told them what had happened. Jenny asked me if I would go back there tomorrow whilst Rose told me that I just had to go back tomorrow.

“No,” I replied, “it was a wind-up, he was just trying to make me look stupid.”

“The way he has been staring at you all night I don’t think so.” Jenny said. “What have you got to loose?”

“My dignity, my life.” I replied.

“Tell you what, we’ll come with you but as soon as we get inside Jenny and I will go and sit well away from you. If things go tits up we’ll be there to rescue you.” Rose said.

I thought for a few seconds then agreed with them.

“What am I letting myself in for?” I asked myself.

I guess that I should tell you a bit about myself. I’m Jade. I’m a bit on the short side, I’m skinny and flat chested 32AA 28 32. I have shoulder length light brown hair. I am 160 cm tall and I weigh just 44 Kilos. I am smaller in every respect compared to my friends. I’m nineteen and I have a nothing job in an office and I live in a little flat on my own — long story. Oh, and I don’t have a boyfriend unlike Rose and Jenny.

Our conversation change subject to talk about another of our friends who had just told us that she was pregnant and didn’t know who the father was.

On our way home Jenny asked me if I was going to go to the pub tomorrow and Rose chipped in, again telling me that I definitely should. They kept pestering me until I said that I would.

*****

“Hi,” John said as he walked up to me, “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“I wasn’t going to but my mates persuaded me.”

“Remind me to thank them when I meet them.”

“You think that you’re going to be around long enough to meet my friends then?”

“Oh yes, you and I are going to be an item for years to come.”

“You think so?”

“I do. So what do I call you?”

“Jade.”

“Such a nice name Jade, and if you remember I’m John and I’m very pleased to meet you Jade.”

And he put his hand out for me to shake which I did, feeling a firm and positive shake.

“Nice soft hands Jade, is the rest of you that soft?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out John.”

“And I will Jade, I’m going to run my hands all over every bit of your naked body.”

“And just what will I be doing while you are groping me?”

“You’ll be sucking my cock, and it won’t be groping it will be sensually caressing you.”

“And just where will we be when we are ravishing each other?”

“On a romantic beach or meadow enjoying the sun on our naked bodies.”

“Well you certainly seem to have got it all worked out John but what makes you so sure that it will all happen?”

“Because we make the ideal couple, the beautiful you and the handsome me, just like Barbie and Ken.”

“Woah there John, comparing me to Barbie is just crazy and all this talk this about dominating me, is it just a facade? Do you really want to dominate me?”

“Who says that it is a facade? And don’t you think that I look like Ken?”

“How the hell do you even know about Barbie and Ken, you’re a bloke?”

“I have a younger sister. Don’t you want me to dominate you Jade, make you my slave, my gang-bang queen, my bukkake queen, my flashing queen, my orgasm queen, make you my exhibitionistic nymphomaniac who wants to orgasm none stop for hours every day, let the whole world know that you will do anything for me?”

“Wow John, I don’t know what to say. You’ve certainly got some unusual chat up lines, do they work with many girls?”

“A few but I think that it’s working with you Jade.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Well you’re still here for starters and I bet that your knickers are wet. Tell you what Jade, prove that you are interested in what I’m offering you by taking your knickers off right here and now.”

“WHAT!? You’re crazy John.”

“Maybe but do you otele gelen escort want me to give you what I’m offering?”

I was stunned, what John was offering sounded soo exciting and my life was definitely boring but it was crazy, he could never deliver what he was saying, could he? And would I really want to do all this crazy things, were some of them even legal? My mind was in turmoil. I just sat there for a couple of minutes then without realising what I was doing I slid my hands up the sides of my skirt and started to pull my thong down. I even lifted my butt so that it would get to my thighs.

“This is crazy.” I said, “I hardly know you and you’ve got me taking my knickers off in the middle of a pub.”

“That’s because you want all the things that I’m offering you Jade, an exciting life doing things that you never even considered, things that will give lots of orgasms every day, pushing yourself beyond your widest dreams and letting the world see that gorgeous body.”

“What makes you think that I have a gorgeous body John?” I said as I balled my thong in my hand only to have John take it from me and sniff it.”

“Stand up Jade.”

I did.

“Turn around slowly.”

I did a slow 360.

“I can see your body with my x-ray vision and I can smell your beauty.” John replied as he sniffed my thong again.

I actually blushed a little as I sat down again.

Jenny and Rose were sat quite a way behind John but in my peripheral vision I saw Jenny stand up, look over to me and the point to the ladies room.

“I need to go to the rest room John.” I said as I stood up again.

“Don’t make yourself cum whilst you’re in there Jade, that’s my job from now on.”

“In your dreams buster.” I said as I started walking towards the rest room feeling a little strange not having any knickers on.

“So how’s it going Jade?” Jenny asked.

“I don’t know Jenny, I’ve never met a man like him, he’s already told me that I’m going to be his sex slave and that he’s going to make me want to be fucked and cum all the time and he says that he’s going to grope me and finger me and put me on display when we’re out in public.”

“Nice, I always fancied cumming in public but Geoff is too scared to even touch me in public.”

He’s already talked me into giving him my knickers.”

“You haven’t got any knickers on? Prove it girl, this all sounds too good to be true.”

I lifted the front of my skirt up giving Jenny a quick flash of my bald pubis and the front of my slit.

“Bloody hell girl, you sound to have struck gold there Jade.”

“I don’t know Jenny, do you really think that he’ll make me do all those sex things? I mean, some of them I’ve never even heard of, and he wants me to do them in public, that’s crazy.”

“But as sexy as hell Jade, you’d be an idiot to not at least try them, you can always tell him to fuck off and come back to your old boring life if it gets too much for you.”

“I don’t know Jade but I’d be so embarrassed and humiliated, and I might even get locked up.”

“But at least you’d have tried to have a romantic, sexy, exciting life, not like my boring life with Geoff.”

“Why don’t you dump Geoff and go out with John instead?”

“No Jade, he was interested in you so he’s yours, assuming you let him get in your knickers. Oh wait, you sort of already have and you only met him a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, okay, he’s a smooth talker, maybe he would want you as well, finger fuck us both in public at the same time.”

“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself Jade, this John maybe all mouth and no cock.”

“Oh he has a cock, I’ve seen the bulge in his trousers.”

“Maybe it was a dildo just to make you think that he’s got a big cock. You need to find out if it’s real, you should let him fuck you to find out.”

“You know that I don’t jump into someone’s bed that easily Jenny.”

“It sounds like you might not even make it to his place before he fucks you Jade.”

“I’d better get back Jenny, he might think that I’ve done a runner.”

“Go on Jade, you don’t want to miss your chance for a good fuck.”

“Jenny, you know that I’m not like that.” I said as I left the ladies room.

John was still sat there and I saw that he’d got us both another drink.

“You haven’t put some date rape drug in my drink while I was away have you John?”

“Hell no Jade, I have no need for that kind of thing, you want me to fuck you don’t you Jade?

When I didn’t answer him he continued,

“So did you make yourself cum in the ladies room Jade, you were in there long enough.”

“No I didn’t, I’m not like that.”

“Oh yes you are Jade, you just don’t know it yet. I bet that you’re all wet Jade. Come on, spread those legs and let me confirm that.”

“No.” I said but my knees were already moving apart.

I gasped as his hand went straight up under my skirt and to my pussy.

“Yep, just as I suspected Jade, dripping, you’d better lift the back of your skirt up so that you’re not sat on it. You don’t want a big wet patch rus escort on the back of it. Come on, lift that cute butt of yours.”

Just like with my knees I did lift my butt and John pulled up my skirt so much that I saw my slit before I grabbed the hem and pulled it back down a bit.

“Don’t do that John, you’ll get me arrested.”

“No you won’t get arrested Jade.” John said as his hand went back up my skirt.

This time it was a moan not a gasp that came out of my mouth.

“See, I told you Jade, you liked that didn’t you?”

I blushed and said,

“Stop it John.”

“You don’t mean that Jade, you’re one of those girls that says ‘no’ but means ‘yes’ aren’t you?”

I said nothing as John’s fingers continued rubbing my clit and invading my hole and no more that two minutes later I was cumming on John’s hand and struggling to keep quiet and still.

“Told you.” John said when he finally pulled his hand out and let me look at it before he stuck his fingers into my mouth, me having, yet again, done something instinctively by opening my mouth then sucked my juices off his fingers.

“You taste good don’t you Jade?” John stated.

“Yes.” I quietly replied.

“Now go to the ladies and take that bra off, that top looks a little too tight for you to take the bra off here. I don’t like bras and I don’t want to see you wearing one ever again.”

My jaw dropped but it was definitely the day for doing things without thinking first because I stood up, straightened my skirt and did just what I had been told to do. This time Jenny didn’t follow me and I left my bra in the trash can. As I walked back both Jenny and Rose gave me the thumbs up.

“Much better Jade, if you’re wearing a top I want to see those big pokies every day.”

“Are you trying to get me naked in this pub John?” I asked.

“Nope, if I was you’d be naked by now Jade, we’ll save that for another time.”

“Seriously John, you’d have me be totally naked in a pub?”

“Of course, what’s wrong with that? You’ve got it so flaunt it.”

“But what about my embarrassment?”

“You’ll soon get over that Jade.”

“Oh I will will I?”

“Yes, just like you’re already getting over not wearing knickers and a bra. The world hasn’t ended because you haven’t got any on has it?”

“No.” I quietly replied.

“Finish your drink Jade, we have places to be, things to do.”

“Oh yes, and what would those be John?”

“I’m going to take you out to the car park to near my car then I’m going to take that top and skirt off you and fuck you over the front of my car. Then I’m going to take you to my place where I’m going to fuck your brains out all night.”

“Wow, think you can last that long do you John?”

“Oh I know that I can and by tomorrow morning you will as well. And by tomorrow night, after I’ve fucked you all day as well, you will will need a rest before we start all over again.”

“But we can’t do that John, I’ve got a job, I need to go to work tomorrow.”

“No you don’t Jade, you’ve just quit your job.”

“You definitely are crazy John. I should just go home now before you tell me that I’m never going to wear any clothes ever again and that your cock is going to spend ninety-nine percent of its life inside me.”

“That’s a great idea Jade, I just knew that you’d come round to my way of thinking, after all, it’s what you want as well.”

“You’re crazy John.”

“Maybe, but you like what you’ve heard so far Jade and here you are, with no underwear on and producing gallons of lubrication just waiting for me to fuck you.”

“I am not.”

“Jade, telling lies is naughty and naughty girls get their bottom spanked.”

“So you’re going to spank me as well now are you John?”

“I am if you tell me another lie, I’m not that bad, I’ll give you one more chance.”

“I need to go to the rest room again, back in a minute.”

“Don’t play with it Jade.”

Jenny and Rose both saw me get up and they were in the ladies room when I got there.

“Now what does he want you to take off Jade?” Rose asked. “He doesn’t want you to go back out there topless does he? That would be soo cool Jade.”

“No, no, he’s just threatened to spank me if I tell another lie.”

“Then keep telling them Jade, a red and hot butt is a nice feeling.”

“Seriously. No, he’s told me that I’ve just quit my job as well.”

“Going to be a kept woman as well, lucky you.” Rose said.

“What do you think I should do, it’s scary.”

“Your wet thighs are telling me what you want to do girl and I agree with you, go for it, you’re only young once and if it does go tits up you can always get another job.” Jenny said.

“But tell him that he’s paying the rent on your place just in case things don’t work out.” Rose added.

I stayed silent for a few seconds then said,

“Okay, you’re right, I’m going to have a totally awesome time and the sex is going to be out of this world.”

“That’s my girl. Don’t loose you phone and keep updating us.”

“I will.” I said as I gave them both a quick özbek escort hug then went back to John.

“You didn’t play with yourself did you Jade?”

“No I didn’t.”

“I know you didn’t, I can tell by your face. Come on, prepare to get fucked in the car park Jade.”

John had my top off before we got to the car park and I was stepping out of my skirt halfway across the car park. He bent me over the front of his car and rammed his cock inside me. I didn’t see his cock but it felt big enough as it went in and out of me me not too many times before I felt him dump a load of his seed inside me causing me to have the strongest orgasm that I’ve had for a long time.

“Get into the car Jade.” John said when he thought that I could understand him.

“What about my clothes?” I replied as he opened the door for me to get in.

“Leave them, you can get some more in a few days when you need some.”

I saw my skirt and top still on the ground as we drove out of the car park and I hoped that Jenny and Rose would see them and look after them for me.

“John,” I said, “I’m naked in the front of your car and were driving along the road.”

“And?”

“And it’s illegal.”

“Yes it is, put your seat belt on.”

I did.

“Now it’s not illegal.” John said.

I gave up and looked at the inside of the car then said,

“Nice car John, have you got loads of money?”

“It’s a Lexus LC Convertible and I’ve got enough money to keep you naked for the rest of your life Jade.”

“You’re not going to let me put some clothes on then?”

“Have you got any clothes with you Jade?”

“No.”

“Well I guess that you’ve just answered your own question. By the way Jade, did I say that I was happy that you shave?”

“No, and good because there’s no way that I’m going to grow a bush again, not even for you.”

“That’s good Jade, we’ll let it grow a bit then laser it all off permanently.”

“That’s the first sensible thing that you’ve said to me John. Where are we going?”

“My place, and everything that I’ve told you that I am going to do to you will start to happen.”

“Wow, if this car is anything to go by you must have a big place.”

“Big enough for you and me.”

A few minutes later I confirmed that it was big. The gates opened automatically as we approached them then John stopped the car outside a huge door. I lost count of the number of windows on the front of the house before John opened my door and held out a hand to help me out. I should have been careful to keep my legs together but not only wasn’t I thinking, but I didn’t care as well, the man had just fucked me and I didn’t have any clothes to put on. But at the moment I didn’t care that I was naked.

My jaw dropped as we walked through the front door, the place was huge but I didn’t get the chance to see much of it because John took me straight up to his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

“So is this the part where you fuck my brains out?” I asked.

“Yes it is, well the first time that you get your brains fucked out.” John replied as he stripped naked and I confirmed that his cock is quite big.

*****

Dawn was breaking as we nearly crawled into the huge bathroom and then into the huge walk-in shower. It felt wonderful and it even eased the slight soreness between my legs. John was making a half-hearted attempt to finger fuck me but he was as tired as I was.

Somehow we managed to get dried and get back to the bed.

It was the middle of the afternoon when my eyes opened again to confirm that it was John’s cock that was fucking me from behind because I had fallen asleep on my front.

When John saw that I was awake he pulled out of me, rolled me over then lifted my legs and pushed them back so that my feet were behind my head then he rammed his cock into me again, this time keeping fucking me until I orgasmed again.

When I was still up there he pulled out and his mouth went straight to my pussy where he chewed my clit and tongue fucked me to keep my orgasm going for longer than ever before. Then as I finally started to come down from my high his tongue left me only to be replace by his cock which took me back up there until he dumped yet another load inside me.

“Jeez,” I said when I was finally able, “I never knew that men could produce so much semen so quickly.”

“You’ve seen nothing yet baby, sometimes you’ll be able to float a boat in there.”

“I’ll look forward to that.”

“Yeah, but not right now, I need some coffee, you need to make a phone call then I’ll give you the tour of your new home.”

“You really are a cocky bastard aren’t you John?”

“I am, but that’s why you love me and will spend the rest of your life with me.”

We got off the bed and John led me by the hand downstairs and to the kitchen where I grabbed some sheets from the paper kitchen towel roll and stuffed them between my legs.

“This is your fault John.”

“No it’s yours Jade, you make me cum so much.”

“And you’ve made me cum more times in the last twenty four hours that ever before.”

“Good, get used to it girl. Now, this is the coffee machine and this is how it works.”

I was glad that he explained it because I’d never seen one like that before. As the coffee was brewing I looked around, the kitchen alone was bigger than the whole of my flat and the equipment was amazing.

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I have left a few details out like hair colour and breast size, just so you can use your imagination to make me your dream slut. I mean girl.

intro:

Hello I am Emily, I am now 21 but since I was 15 I discovered I love to be a sticky gooey mess. I started to go to night clubs drinking and dancing when I was 18. When I’m drinking my pussy rules me, I become a depraved and desperate, a teasing beast. So I don’t drink too much so I can keep some control. I love to go out wearing a short skirt, white tank top, thin bra to show off my tits and a tight thong, usually a size too small. makes me tingle before I even go out. Feeling the thin soft fabric of my panties between my ass cheeks then cupping my pussy. The material barley covering my lips and running into my crack showing off my camel toe. I like the pressure holding everything in, The risk of some1 seeing up my skirt and seeing a wet spot on my panties, or the “embarrassing” camel toe that so many guys love to see.

I love to tease a guy or a few different ones in a night. I love knowing I made them hard, especially when they are trying to hide or make the erection go away so I just try harder. I treat it as a game to see how long it takes then to concede defeat and let there cock get hard. after dancing and grinding with him, getting him excited if I am lucky, witch is not every time. I will find a guy that will have a nice thick cock. Feeling it trapped inside his trousers pulsing as I rub my body against him makes eve gelen escort me so wet. After a few songs though I usually loose track of time I will let him feel my tits through my top, they take this as a cue to run there hand down and try to then slide it up my skirt to my soaking aching cunt; but I never let them touch it while we are dancing. When my juice is running down my leg and I can’t take any more. I ask him a question and the answer is almost always yes!

he will let me guide him to a dark place in the club or even the toilets, any where a bit quite where the security won’t catch us. I make him sit down, tell him to get his cock out and I rub my wet panty covered pussy against him, against his hot member making sure it is as hard as possible. I want it in my hand, I love the feeling of a cock in my hand holding them feeling them throb at the touch of my small soft hands. It takes all the will power I have not to grab it; I pull my thong to the side for him, the air hitting my hot cunt is enough to bring me right to the edge.

I love to feel used so I don’t touch his cock and get him to put it in me. As it slides through the entrance to my desperate quivering hole. I’ll fuck him bare back. I love the rush and the feel of the hot skin on a strangers cock slowly pushing past my lips. I start cumming as soon as his head is in feeling it pressing against the sides. When he is in all the way, I fuck him as hard and fast mecidiyeköy escort as I can. I do not care how long he lasts. I just want cum inside me. I try to be quiet but if we are in the toilets the others can always hear me. My hot cunt and juice running out of me onto there balls makes them cum quickly every time and I love it. As soon as he stops cumming I stand up, I pull my thong back over my fanny, and let the cum and the juice run into my panties. I’ll keep the guy with me. waiting for my poor panties to over flow and feel our mixed juice run down my leg. I’ll keep dancing and grinding to make him hard again. usually I end up struggling to keep my lips inside my panties they get so swollen and sensitive. I am so much hornier after having a quickly and I become so desperate, I need more but I love the pain of anticipation as my cunt literally aches for more attention.

Dancing while feeling hard cock pressed against me again just after my pussy has been pumped full of sperm makes me cum, I try to hide it from him. I almost cum any time he touches me after (and they always do) slide there hand to my shaved pussy, I can’t let him have too much control over me I move there hand never letting them finger me. That hole is only for cock on these nights. sometimes they will want to go again in the club or outside, frustrating them I always wait till I get home.

Well, after I get a pussy full of cum in the club, my panties have over flown with a mix evi olan escort of both our cum and my poor pussy lips are so swollen and wet that at least on of them slips out from my thong and I have to keep slipping it back in.

I don’t care who sees me doing it by now, I love telling the guy what I am doing. It should humiliate me when this happens… sometimes people see me adjusting my cunt back into my underwear. It adds to the excitement with something so filthy happening to my fanny, when it really should be a private moment. The thick sweet sex goo runs down me legs and when it reaches my foot on both of my legs I know it is time to leave. When I am wearing heels it’s OK, and I like the cum juices between my toes and under my foot. but when I wear my knee high boots it takes so much longer to get inside them, there is usually a good dollop slipping down the outside. It feels like a waist seeing it land on the floor when I need it on my leg. Waiting for it to make it to my feet it is like a torture.

I stay a short taxi ride away form a few nightclubs. So we taxi it back to mine. I usually try to sit so the driver can look in the mirror and see up my skirt. (in black cab this is always possible) the smell of my sex fills the car pretty quickly. Sometimes I need to make a little adjustment under my skirt. Sometimes this takes a little longer than it should when the driver is watching. When we get to mine I keep teasing him we stand in the hallway stand up against a wall I tell him to hold onto the empty shelf I got put up just for these moments. making out for a bit touching him telling him filthy things I know he wants to hear from a 1 night stand. then I tell him there are 2 rules; the thong stays on and he must cum in my pussy. Everything else is up to him…

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I woke in the middle of the night in a hot sweat. I was laying on my right side with Lover curled up behind me. I felt his right hand resting underneath the pillow cradling my head, while his left lay nestled between my breasts. I was afraid if I shifted too much I’d wake him, so I slowly peeled myself from his hot skin and headed to the kitchen for a glass of ice water.

We were staying at a small cottage that opened onto a private lake. An occasional vacationer would go by in a canoe or kayak, but motorized boats were strictly prohibited for ecological reasons.

The cottage was covered in various pine and fir trees, and I loved it, like I love most places that we venture to together. For being “out” in the woods, we had a lot of amenities including inside plumbing with enough water to fill an old cast iron tub in the bathroom, a stove, refrigerator, phone and the owner of the cottage was very proud that he’d just put in Dish TV. We didn’t have the heart to tell him it probably wouldn’t get used the whole time we were there.

I stood in the kitchen drinking my water and looking out the large picture window in what should have been the breakfast nook. Instead, two large recliner chairs fit comfortably at the window. They were great for both reading on a rainy day, or, as I found out earlier, making love with me straddling Lover. We were laughing and talking during sex, which is something you do when you finally become comfortable with one another. The lust is still there, but it becomes playful and knowing and no longer exploratory.

We were laughing and kissing and yammering on and on, when Lover looked over my shoulder and saw another couple in a canoe on the lake. He twirled halfway around in the chair so that I was facing the window. I could see there was no way they could make out what we were doing, but the idea of them seeing my breasts bounce up and down while we fucked brought me to orgasm immediately.

When the rain finally left the area around dinnertime, it left behind a humidity that was unbearable. We both took cold showers and crawled into bed naked. It was too hot for sex. Too hot to think of anything but getting to the morning, when hopefully, the weather would improve.

But here I was at 3 a.m., standing in the kitchen reminiscing. And it was still too damn hot.

I put my cup down on the counter and walked naked out onto the porch. The air wasn’t moving outside either. I walked down the four porch steps and made my way to the dock.

There were no clouds in the sky, so every star in the universe was out and the moon lit up the water to the point where I could make out a rowboat tied to a dock at a cabin across the lake.

My naked skin felt bloated from all the sweating. So I did what any normal person would do; I dove into the water. The water rolled over me. It was refreshing and sexy, and even better it was a very cool 70 degrees. I rolled over onto my back and floated for a while. I could feel my breasts bob peacefully and the water move through my pubic hair in tiny waves. I stared up at the moon and listened to the bubbles from under the water. I was so distracted that I didn’t hear Lover approaching.

“How is it?” he asked.

I pulled my head out of the water and started treading. It was a good 10 feet deep just 15 feet from the shoreline. “It’s a lot better than sweating all night in that bed,” I said.

“Hey, we sweated in that bed last night just fine,” he said putting his toe in the water to test it. “I didn’t hear you complain about it then — and that went on for h-o-u-r-s.”

The corners of my mouth turned up in a half smile. He was being charming and fishing for gratitude for helping me discover and master the world of multiple orgasms and female ejaculation with a partner. But I’m a pain in the ass, so I ignored his hook. He’d have to seek compliments some other time.

“The water is pretty cool,” he said lifting his foot out of the water. He was staring at my şişli escort bayan breasts with great appreciation. I leaned back and went into my float again, so he could have a better view. “Your nipples look happy in the moonlight,” he said. Then he dove into the water to join me.

When he surfaced, he approached me, so I started treading again. “Let’s move closer to shore,” he requested. He swam until he could touch the bottom and keep his head out of the water from the shoulders up. If I touched the bottom, it was still over my head, so I put my arms around his shoulders, kissed him and wrapped my legs around his back.

“This is nice,” I said in between playful openmouthed kisses.

“I agree,” he replied.

One of his hands was on my ass, while the other toyed with my nipples. Even in the cool water, I could tell he was turned on. “Is there a time you’re not in the mood?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I’m not in the mood—” he said. “Whenever you’re not in the mood. And I’ve never known you NOT to be in the mood, ma biche. You get worked up just about everywhere: airports, cottages, bedrooms, public restrooms, cars, botanical gardens, kitchens, rooftops, weddings, restaurants, docks, forests, dining room tables…”

I rolled my eyes and put my hand over his mouth to stop the list of places we’d fornicated. “So what will happen when you tire of me and my ambitious libido?” I asked.

“I’ve been asking myself about you tiring of me since day one,” he said kissing me up my jaw line. “That was almost a decade ago,” he whispered rubbing his left thumb over my right nipple. I tightened my legs around his waist to a death grip in response. He backed off slightly but traced the fingers of his right hand down my neck as he spoke. “Want to know the first time I knew I wanted to make love with you?” he asked.

It was unusual for Lover was offer personal insight, unless he was trying to goad me into trying something new and sexually deviant, so I nodded eagerly.

“It was that time we met up in California. You were there for a conference. It was maybe the second or third time we saw each other in person—”

“I remember,” I said.

“You had on these tight jeans and a revealing shirt,” he said. “We met at that little restaurant for a drink. I walked in and saw you sitting alone because I was terribly late. You had grown out your beautiful, blonde hair and were sipping on a martini and nibbling off of a cheese plate. The restaurant was small and quaint — romantic, really. The lights were dimmed with candles on the table and mellow white party lights on the wall,” he said. “When I walked up to the table, you tried to leap out of your seat to give me a kiss and a hug. But you didn’t have that kind of coordination left, because I was an ass and was so late that you were on your third martini.”

“Yeah, I remember being a sloppy drunk,” I responded.

“It was good. You so rarely let go of your proper self early on. It was one of the few times that you let everything come out of your mouth. I got to see a lot of things through your eyes. I saw how you looked at me. And although you were feeling quite overwhelmed as a new parent and not knowing where you fit into your own life, you seemed so confident to me. Like if someone had given you a list of either/or choices, you’d know exactly which ones you needed to make for yourself. As I walked you back to your hotel, all I could think about was pulling you into one of the side alleys and taking you right then and there. Instead, I gave you a chaste kiss on the lips and dropped you off at the door to the hotel.

“Yeah,” I said. “I wanted to kill you for it, too.”

“Really?” He was more than a little surprised.

“That night I was alone in my hotel bed tossing and turning and crying about it. I was so conflicted. I wanted to invite you up. I wanted to give you a real kiss. I wanted so many things. I ached for them, but the next day I took my cab to escort bayan fatih the airport and flew back home,” I said.

“I had no idea.”

“Of course not,” I said. “I wasn’t ready for it then. It was frustrating, but it was better to wait.”

“So when did you know?”

“It wasn’t just a big decision; it took a lot of baby steps. The first was when I stopped kissing your cheeks when we met and just gave you a quick small kiss on the lips. The second was when we went to dessert that night and we got really heated and intimate while talking across the table. I was so ready to walk over and straddle your lap that I had to look away from you blushing at every conversation topic.”

“Yeah, I was still clueless at this point,” Lover commented.

“I think the first time I really kissed you, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later,” I said sighing. “I don’t just kiss people.”

“You did warn me that you weren’t a casual girl at least a million times.”

“It’s true.”

We talked in the water for an hour and then we wrapped our naked body together in giant beach towels and sat on the dock chatting in the moonlight until sunlight broke.

I was extremely tired. I rested my head on Lover’s shoulder as we sat in silence.

“I propose I cook you a big breakfast and then we take a long morning nap,” he said.

“Mmm, pancakes?” I asked sweetly.

“I could do crepes,” he said. He knows I’m not crazy about crepes.

“Please, pretty please, with sugar on top, may we please have pancakes?”

“Humph.”

The couple in the canoe from yesterday paddled by on the far side of the lake, and I got an idea. I slid out of the towel exposing my naked body to the morning light. I sat between Lover’s legs and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I said.

His eyebrows raised slightly. “I think I’m going to like where this is going.”

I took his hand and put it between my legs. I was wet just thinking about my proposition.

“I’ll give you a blow job right here, right now, in front of those people, if afterwards you make me pancakes,” I offered.

Lover looked over my shoulder at the canoe. I had no idea if they were watching, and I didn’t care. “You do know the way to a man’s heart, don’t you?” he asked.

And with that, I smiled at him and lowered my face to his penis. I slowly kissed the underside from base to tip. I kissed gently around the head before licking it across the top and around the sides in slow circles. Finally, my mouth wrapped around his penis and I moved it up and down while I massaged his testicles.

Lover leaned back on his arms and threw his head back, so his face was looking up at the sky. “You’re really very good at these,” he said in a half groan. “Sometimes I think you’re a little too good.”

“Shush,” I said, “Just enjoy.”

I went up and down at a decent pace. It wasn’t rushed, but I changed my routine up a bit so as not to get boring. After 20 minutes, my mouth tired a bit, so I started using my hands to help out.

“No cheating,” he said. He was such a hard ass.

So I went back to work with my mouth. My tongue rolled over the tip several times causing him to babble. “Oh, right there. That feels good,” he’d moan.

I put a lot of spit on my right index finger and gently spread his ass cheeks, inserted my finger and began to massage his prostate while I moved my warm mouth up and down on his shaft.

Nothing that came out of his mouth made any sense in any language at that point, but what did make sense to me was his cum hitting the back of my mouth as I stroked him through his orgasm and watched his body twitch and shake in bliss.

I licked all of the semen from him and swallowed before I sat up again. His eyes were barely open, but he looked sated.

“What’s that look for?” I asked sweetly.

“As if you don’t fucking know,” he replied pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I’m merter escort bayan changing our deal a little.”

I frowned in response. He stood up and then pulled me up to a standing position. The canoers who’d gone by earlier were on their way back to their cottage.

He spread out the beach towels and lay down on his back. His head pointed out to the water and his feet pointed to the cottage.

“Lover, I want my pancakes,” I whined.

“And I’ll make them for you, as soon as I get to eat something.”

“Really?” I asked all chipper reading through the innuendo.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“What if I ejaculate?”

“I’m counting on it,” he said. “So get over here.”

I sat down over his face. My vagina was already dripping from giving him a blow job. His lips found mine without any problem. He moved his head from side to side and rubbed his nose against my clit. I bent forward a little and gave him more access with his hands should his tongue get tired. It also allowed me to look over the water.

The man in the bow of the canoe suddenly lost his paddle when he looked in my direction. He saw me naked, bending forward, clearly atop my lover with my breasts swinging back and forth as I jolted and rocked from the euphoria that is oral sex. The woman in the stern laughed and retrieved the paddle for her partner. Then she splashed him with her own paddle when he was unable to avert his eyes.

“They see us, Lover,” I said to him as he started to manipulate me with his long fingers.

He stopped licking long enough to say, “Use it.”

I didn’t break his gaze, as I normally would to fantasize. Instead, I kept looking at him, half of his face underneath me. Suddenly I wanted his penis, but it was too early. His fingers moved in and out of me trying to take their place.

“Talk to me, Lover,” I said.

“You’re naked—”

“No, talk to me in French,” I said.

I saw enough of his left cheek turn up in a grin to know he’d been waiting for this. Part of my attraction for Lover has always been his experience, open mind and the variety of sexual encounters we’d had. But another large part of my attraction is all about his culture. I am probably the only Quebecophile in the United States.

I love Montreal. I love Quebecois film. I love their dialect of French. I love that they have wine in a can, passion for the Habs and full frontal nudity on TV. I love the Dépanneur, the plateau, the Tom Toms. I love milk in a plastic bag, Loonies, not turning right on red on the island and frigid winters. But mostly, I love that my older, more experienced Lover knew how to woo me in not one, but two languages. I also loved that no matter what he said, it always sounded so much more romantic and so much dirtier in French than in English.

I moved off of his face and sat back a bit so I was over his chest. His right hand inserted three fingers into my pussy, while his left made slow circles on my clit. I played with my nipples listening to him taunt me.

I couldn’t look away from him. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice that the little canoe was getting closer and closer until they were only 30 yards away. It wasn’t until I threw my head back and my hips forward in pleasure and ejaculated all over Lover’s chest, neck and beard that I realized the woman in the canoe was taking photos of us with her telephoto lens. I could just see the vacation slide show. “Interesting pine tree. Crazy expensive rental cabin. Loons. More Loons. Oh, yeah, female ejaculation at first light.”

“We could give them the full show,” Lover offered. His penis was showing signs of erection again.

I looked down at his dripping body and swished some cum off of it with my hand. I kissed him gently on the lips as I maneuvered to sit on his penis. I could hear the camera clicking.

“Mmm,” I said looking straight at the woman. “Don’t laugh at me, since we talked about my insatiable, voracious sexual appetite earlier, but I think I’m too hungry and too tired.”

Lover sat up and hugged me. “We can’t have you passing out from low blood sugar, ma biche.” So we got up, collected our towels and walked back into the cottage, where 15 minutes later, Lover served me pancakes with melted butter and syrup, as promised.

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