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Note: In part one of this story, Dave’s friend James returned from Bangkok with a surprise, a potent herbal aphrodisiac. Though skeptical at first, Dave tried the powder on his wife, Karen and as it turned out, her friend Nancy. The result was an episode of incredible, unrestrained sex – the kind men dream about. The story continues from the next morning.

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Dave awoke the next morning with a smile that covered his whole head. It was literally a dream come true. Not only had his wife ravaged him beyond anything she’d ever done in the past, she’s even had sex with him and another woman – wild, uninhibited, cum-flying, ball-licking sex!

He held a key that obliterated a woman’s sexual inhibitions completely, causing her to desire sex more than air. My God, he thought, it could be worth mega-millions, but he knew of course it that he would never be able to market it, unless the FDA got really liberal.

For her part, Karen felt fine that morning, if a little confused. She remembered what had happened, but not with total clarity. More of a vague grasp of the details, with an overall image of a night of immense passion. One thing: how, she wondered, could she have been so incredibly loose, even participating in sex with another woman?

Perhaps David was right, we all have latent desires that are never acted upon until they build up and overtake us. After all, she hadn’t taken a survey of other people’s sexual habits. For all she knew, these things happened all the time. She was sure that she had enjoyed herself tremendously. She had loved being very naughty – it was something she secretly longed for – to fuck with reckless abandon. Karen had no regrets. On the contrary, she hoped it would happen again soon, somehow.

Dave called James at home to fill him in, only to get his answering machine. He finally reached James on his cell phone.

“James, where are you?”

“I’m getting the van worked on. What’s the good news?

“James, you da man!”

“No shit? I told you, brother. Give me the details.”

“Well, I put in on some pizza, and it melted right in.”

“Cool,” said James, “how long did it take till the fireworks began?”

“About fifteen, twenty minutes. But her friend Nancy walked in first.”

“Oh no,” James frowned.

“Oh yes,” beamed David. “Before I knew it, she ate a couple of a slices of the pizza and joined in the fun.”

“You mean, you got a twofer?”

David roared with laughter, “Actually it was a threefer. I did them, they did me, they did each other.”

“Oh, man,” James cried, “What I wouldn’t have given to see that. Did you film it?”

“No,” David reflected, “but that’s a good ideal for another time. Let me ask you a question. What effect does the powder have on us – the same as on a girl?”

“Not really, unfortunately.” James answered. “For some reason, it doesn’t have the same type of unrestricted arousal on the male system. Gives you some hard on and staying power, though. Like super Viagra.”

“Better than nothing,” David lamented. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Actually not much. Diane is traveling to her parents’ house for the weekend, so I’m stag.”

“Excellent,” replied Dave, “keep Saturday open.”

On Friday night, David told Karen that they were going to look at some antiques in the countryside with James on Saturday. Karen, who loved antique shopping and their friend James, was happy to go. David told James to come over with the conversion van – they were going to the country. James knew something was up – Dave hated shopping – and he couldn’t wait to see what David had in mind. What a wild man, he thought, I love that guy.

The ride to the country was filled with pleasant chatter, and they actually stopped at a couple of shops and looked around. Karen looked simply wonderful in her shorts and halter-top. Her tall, toned physique and exotic good looks were eye catching. Stopping at a roadside stand so Karen could use the restroom, David bought three cokes.

“Get ready to party, dude” David smiled at James.

“I knew you had something like this in mind, you nut. You sure that you want to do this?”

“No problem,” said David, “you’re like family, and this can open up a whole new vista for all of us.”

“But how are you going to get it going, what are you going to . . .”

James stopped speaking as Karen approached the van in the afternoon heat. David handed her a coke, which she nearly drained, as they got in the van and left. James drove along the lovely rural roads, music from his favorite Grateful Dead CD, American Beauty filling the cabin. “Just a box of rain . . .” he sang along with Phil Lesh.

David kept one eye on his watch and the other on Karen. Again, it took no more than fifteen minutes. He could see her eyes look off and hear her breathing change. Her hands played with each other. Her legs crossed and uncrossed. She’s probably getting wet, he thought. Now is the time, I just need escort to light the fuse.

“So, Karen,” David asked innocently, “do you want to tell James about Thursday night with Nancy?”

“What?” Karen replied, unsure of what he meant. She felt almost as though she’d had a cocktail. Not drunk, but very nice, very serene, her mind uncluttered and her natural inhibitions quickly stripping away. “What, baby?”

“I mean about the movie we watched?” He turned to James. ” Man, James, you should have seen it. It started out with the usual talking, blah blah. Eventually this gorgeous redhead with huge tits pulled the guys cock out of his pants and began sucking it. I mean she swirled her tongue around the head, then somehow sucked the whole thing down, right Karen?”

“Yes he did,” Karen replied enthusiastically, her voice becoming thicker with passion as she spoke, “and he returned the favor. He pulled off her underwear and went to town on her sweet shaved pussy, licking it over and over and sucking on her clit until she was squirming like a fish out of water. Then he put the head of his big cock – his big fat cock – right against the opening of her sopping pussy . . .”

Karen began to speak faster. “And his cock was huge. It was beautiful. I have the . . . and he put it in her magnificent pussy and pounded away just . . . slamming her. It must have felt . . .”

Karen’s own words were wreaking havoc on her libido. As she recounted the porno to James, the images flooded her mind. She felt her lower back get slightly moist, as if she were exerting herself. Her pubic area started to tingle, as blood began to pour into her pussy lips and clit, swelling them.

Although she knew that she was starting to somehow mysteriously lose control – there was no doubt of it – Karen did not care. She reveled in the sensations. She stuck her hand down her pants, looking around self-consciously at first, and began to massage her mound. David smiled at James and went on.

“Then Nancy began sucking my cock. It was great, James. She slid her tongue all over it and sucked on my balls. She inhaled me. I held both her big tits in my hands and played with the nipples until they become rock hard.”

Suddenly feeling warm, Nancy stripped out of her shorts and top, revealing a white lace thong and matching bra set, which David had carefully bought her for the trip.

“David,” Karen begged. “I’m feeling – you better not talk . . .”

“She poured her hot saliva all over my big, stiff cock until is was soaking wet. She stroked my cock hard as she licked my asshole . . .”

Karen was now on the verge of totally losing control. She was rubbing every part of her body and licking her lips, her breathing ragged. It took all of her powers of concentration to say “James, please pull over – please.”

As her pulled to car into a secluded tree filled area, Karen got out of her seat and opened her shirt wide, literally sticking her breasts out at James. She cupped them in her hands as she swayed back and forth, as if dancing to charming island music. They were beautiful – firm and round, nipples just a little bigger than a quarter. James noticed that her nipples were fully erect as well, fairly pulsating.

“Haven’t you always wanted to see my tits, James?” Karen said unashamedly, her voice slightly slurred. “Do you like them? Why don’t you touch them?”

James responded by looking at David, who nodded his approval. James reached out and caressed Karen’s breasts, holding them in his large hands. Karen shivered and let out a sigh.

“Oh, James’, she said, looking at him adoringly, “that feels so good, having you touch me that way. So good.” Karen shut her eyes. The full effect of the powder was just hitting her system. She was about to go into arousal overdrive.

James brought his face to Karen’s breasts and lightly licked around one swollen aureole, then the other, while he gently squeezed her raised nipples. One at a time, he pushed a nipple in, only to watch it snap back out – bringing Karen incredible pleasure. She held onto his head with both hands as the feeling set in.

“Yes, baby,” she said. “Suck them, squeeze them. I’m so horny right now, James. I’m going to do things to you, to both of you, that I’ve never done before. Would you like that baby – would you David?” Karen’s head was awash with erotic energy as she continued, “I’m going to fuck you both as hard as I can. I’m going to suck on your cocks – I can’t wait to suck your cocks.”

David was incredibly turned on, listening to his wife talk like a full blown slut to their friend and him. The small amount of powder he put in his and James’ drink was working as James had explained. Both men had rock solid hard-ons, which they were going to put to good use on David’s electrified wife.

While James kissed and fondled Karen’s glorious tits, David reached around her waist and, kissing her back, put his hand inside her thong underwear. Descending his hand down over her mound, escort istanbul he found her clit and, with his index finger, made it stand at attention. Karen was going nuts.

“Oh David – James. I’m so hot, I want you both. I want to taste your cocks. I want to fuck you. Let’s get wild on each other.”

James figured, what the hell – this is David’s idea. He pulled his cock out of his pants and fed it to Karen.

“Here you go, Karen. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted to see and taste? You want my big, fat cock between your pretty lips?”

Karen took James’ sizable cock in both hands and stroked it like it was her favorite toy. Looking into his eyes, she said in a wickedly sexy voice, “Oh yes it is James. It’s what I’ve wanted in my mouth for longer than I can tell you. I’ve always wanted to suck your cock – always wanted to fuck your brains out. I’m going to make your dreams come true.” James smiled at David and they both grinned at Karen’s uninhibited candor.

As Karen began to lick around the head of James’ engorged cock, David pulled her thong off and licked up and down the crack of her magnificent ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, he quickly found the entrance to her beautiful asshole and licked it softly. Karen sighed deeply and sucked further down James’ cock, using the flat of her tongue to contact as much area as possible. David proceeded to perform an extraordinary rim job on her, drenching her asshole with saliva.

Karen was bent over James, her seductively long legs spread to allow David’s tongue to tickle her asshole. With her full breasts hanging in front of him, James thought he might as well fondle them. Holding a breast in each hand, he used his thumbs to make circles around both aureoles, then pinched her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Each time his fingers made this journey, he squeezed her nipples a little harder, and shock waves surged through Karen’s body.

Still sucking James’ cock, she began to buck in orgasm. The intoxicating swells of pleasure coursing through her body encouraged her to suck even harder on it. Taking his shaft in both hands, she began to jerk James off. At first, she kept her mouth on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it rapidly. But finally, as the full extent of the orgasm hit her, she pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her gorgeous eyes seared into James’.

“Cum on my face, James,” she pleaded in a low, throaty voice, her body shaking recklessly and her hands furiously pumping his organ. “Cum on my face and tits – like in the movies. I want to see you cum. I know how much this turns you on, I can feel it – you have me so hot – so hot – I need to see the cum shooting out of this beautiful cock.”

Karen was right, James was incredibly turned on by the sight of this gorgeous brunette working intense magic on his cock. He grabbed her hair as he felt his load roaring up the shaft like a freight train. His mouth formed an unconscious grin as he shot thick streams of semen that hit Karen in the chin, neck and upper breasts.

“Oh, Karen,” he moaned, you suck my cock so damn good – you can suck it anytime.”

Karen rubbed James’ seed into her neck and tits, then turned to David, her eyes still brimming with passion. Pulling his shorts off, David positioned her wet slit just over his full erection and tried to slip just the head in. To his delight, her pussy was so wet and excited that the full length of his cock slid in effortlessly, so that he was balls deep in his wife’s pussy. Karen began to use her long, shapely legs to move up and down on his cock.

“Fill me up, honey,” she blurted, “pump my pussy. Again – again – again . . .” Karen chanted as she rode her husband’s cock like an energizer bunny. Up and down she went – each down stroke delivering the sensation of waves crashing on the beach.

As wonderful as it felt, she needed more, and both men knew it.

“Karen?” David asked, “do you want more honey – do you want to feel something you’ve never felt before? Do you want to fuck James and I at the same time? Can you handle that?”

“Yes – yes I can,” she cried breathlessly. ” James — James, help your friend out – I need you both. Yes, that’s right – I’m ready for both of you now. Can you do it, James? Will you join in? I want to feel both of you.” Karen wasn’t quite sure what to expect – nor did she fret. All she knew was that her body was on fire and sexual fulfillment was the only thing that could put it out.

James took his still rock hard tool and wet it with some of the juices flowing freely out of Karen’s pussy. Karen slowed down her pace of riding David’s cock to give him a perfect target. James took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her ass, the shape and perfect skin tone she was blessed with. The way her defined upper torso tapered in to meet the top of her ass, as her long legs met at the top. Her body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, accentuating the intoxicating smell of her perfume. beykoz escort The beauty of a woman’s body, when viewed from any angle, should never fail to be appreciated.

James spread her ass cheeks as wide apart as he could and moved his crown around the entrance to her hole, lubricating it further. Then he carefully inserted the tip of his cock inside her sphincter. At first impossibly tight, it soon began to accommodate him. He drove out and in again a few more times until it stayed open, ready to accept his full length.

Holding Karen’s shoulders, he pumped his entire cock into her asshole for the first time. She gasped.

Karen now had the exquisite sensation of a cock in her pussy, while another pounded her asshole. It was a first for her and she most certainly had never felt anything quite like it in her life. The fullness, the stimulation – it was almost unbearable. Sweat was now cascading down her lower back in streams, and she leaned forward on David as both men fucked her hard. She held her tits as they bounced uncontrollably from the force of both cocks hammering her.

When she could finally formulate words, they spilled out like sand pouring out of a slit bag.

“You – you two. You’re fuck – you’re fucking me – you’re fucking me to death. I’m dying the most – the most exquisite death – I feel like – I feel like I’m going to heaven – my whole body feels – Ohhh – Ohhh no . . . . Oh . . .yes . . .”

Karen’s orgasm literally started at her toes and traveled like shock therapy through her calves and thighs and all the way through her genitals. She felt as though she was having two orgasms at the same time – and indeed she was – one that started from her pelvic floor, where David’s cock was smashing, and another deep inside her anal canal, which James’ rod was stretching her. Together, they made her stomach feel warm and created a tingling sensation in her breasts. The sensation spread rapidly though her arms and shoulders, finally resting just below her jawbone. Her eyelids fluttered as her body was rocked hard, the orgasm ripping though her. She shivered, and her body was covered with goose bumps – her head thrust back and her mouth wide open.

“Woooww,’ she managed. “Oh – my – God – it’s – so – intense – wooah.” Her orgasm crashed into her like an automobile accident, then slowly subsided, leaving her wanting more.

David was astounded at the sexual energy the powder gave Karen. Without missing a beat, she dismounted him, and with James’ cock still buried in her ass, devoured David’s cock. “I – just – have to taste – your cock in my – mouth,” she mumbled between slurps. In a matter of just a minute or so, David was on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, honey, I feel it building up . . . where do you want it?”

Karen didn’t reply, nor did she remove her mouth from David’s cock. She just looked him in the eyes and this was his answer. He shot his thick stream down Karen’s throat. Somehow, she was able to swallow blast after blast with her head still dancing up and down on him.

Still, neither man was spent and Karen, covered with sweat, was still frenzied with raw lust.

Karen dismounted James’ cock and turned her back to David, who was sitting in the van’s other captain’s chair, his stiff cock pointing toward the roof. She placed her asshole, still stretched open from James’ onslaught, over his pole. David pulled her onto him. His cock slid easily into her rectum.

“Oh my,” Karen shuddered, “such a sweet sensation, darling. Your glorious cock — filling my ass. It feels like it – like it is filling my whole body.”

David reveled in the feeling of his cock in Karen’s ass. The smooth feeling, the inexplicable wickedness of it. In their relationship, she had never really enjoyed the feeling of anal sex, but tolerated it. Now, however, she craved the feeling of a cock filling her anal passage more than anything.

James had now moved in front of Karen. She took his cock between her tits and began jerking him off with them, sweat beading on her forehead.

It was so quiet and peaceful in the country, it was a wonder that the three lovers didn’t hear the State Police cruiser pull up – though they were otherwise occupied.

Sgt. Paul Truman exited his vehicle to see what was going on in the new conversion van. He’d noticed it there by the trees for over a half-hour now, and was becoming suspicious. With two years on the force, the handsome young trouper felt ready to handle any situation. His training had prepared him well. He was strong and brave, and totally unprepared for what he saw when he looked inside the van.

Through the tinted windows he saw two men and one hot brunette engaging in what looked to be extraordinary sex. She had one fella’s dick between her tits and the other one was – was that her ass he was fucking? Good Lord, he thought.

Paul was somewhat unsophisticated, but far from stupid. He quickly sized up the situation as non-threatening. His only concern was whether it was consensual sex or not. He knocked on the window with his nightstick. The occupants jumped. James and Dave quickly dressed, while Karen covered herself with a blanket from the back of the van. James opened the window.

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Guys I am still not sure quite the direction I will go in the end so if you have a preference at the end please let me know! I have written the second chapter and so what I am talking about might not make sense to some of you until after you read that. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I am quite busy at the moment – juggling school, work and sporting commitments so I apologise if it takes a while for me to submit chapters.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of 18.

*****

It was the first day of school for the year. There was an energy through the school which was felt on no other day but the first. The hallways filled with yelling and laughing as kids were reunited with their friends after the long summer holidays, travelling and swimming in the river. Zoe Merton was just like any of these kids. She walked across the yard toward the old school which looked like some castle that had been pulled out of a history book and plonked smack bang in the centre of London. Jack Horton, one of her best friends chatted happily to her as she smiled at the kids who said hello to her. Jack was a good-looking boy, about 6ft with a muscular build and wavy, unruly sandy coloured hair. He was going on about how he’d spent the summer in California, surfing.

“I wish you could have come Zoe. It would have been sick! You just don’t understand how mad these waves were, they were like 5 metres high, I swear!” Jack exclaimed.

Zoe chuckled “Sure. Anyway, you know I don’t have the kind of money to be going surfing on the other side of the world – besides I have to work and study for this year.”

Jack scoffed. “I wish you would just have some fun while you’re still a kid. You’ll be grown up soon enough, why rush toward it?”

“I have fun all the time, and I do plenty of immature things.” Zoe paused. “Just not on the other side of the world, that’s all.”

Jack shook his head. “Well, there’s a party this weekend – you’re coming to that, right?”

Zoe shot him a ‘really?’ look and said “You think I’d miss that? You’re mad. Of course, I’m coming. Eddy asked if he could come too, I told him I’d drive him.”

“You’re sneaking your little brother out of the house for a party? Maybe you’re not as uptight as I thought.” He joked.

Zoe punched him lightly as they began climbing the old stone steps toward the huge front doors of the school.

Kids hung around the front steps, sitting on the stone walls and smoking while they chatted to their friends.

“Where is Emily?” Jack asked as they neared the top of the stairs.

“I don’t know. I’ll text her. There’s no way we’ll find her in this bloody maze of a school.” Zoe said.

It was her last year of high school and she still got lost in the numerous corridors. The inside of the school was huge stone corridors and pillars, she imagined that Hogwarts from Harry Potter looked something like it. This school was probably bigger. There was a huge grassy court yard in the middle of the school. The classrooms and corridors snaked around it. All together there were over 300 classrooms, housing over 6500 students and 360 teachers. The school was very prestigious and strict. All students had to wear the school uniform – though how well they wore it varied greatly. The school uniform consisted of black shoes, a white button up shirt, red sweater and stiped red/grey tie, grey pants for the boys and a grey skirt for the girls with long grey socks. Jacks top button was undone and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He had a small leather back pack slung across one shoulder, barely large enough to carry half of Zoe’s books.

Zoe carried a similar backpack and a laptop bag, crammed full of notes and more books, barely leaving enough room to slid her laptop in. Zoe’s phone binged. She took it out and looked at it.

“Is that Emily?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, she said she is sitting on the wall on the east side of the court yard, flirting with some douche bag.” Zoe said.

“She didn’t say douche bag, though did she?” Jack replied knowingly. Zoe never approved of the guys Emily dated.

“No.” Zoe admitted. “She’s flirting with Luke.”

“Really? I didn’t think he was even good-looking. I thought he was just popular because he was captain of the soccer team.” Jack said doubtfully.

“Um, no Mr. I-Should-Have-Been-Captain. He is totally good-looking. But that doesn’t change the fact that he is a douche bag and she shouldn’t be flirting with him.” Zoe told him.

“Hm, if you say so. But Em will do what she wants, she always has.” Jack warned her.

“Yeah, then it’ll me who has to clean up after her. Anyway, I just wish she didn’t throw herself around so carelessly, she’s going to get hurt.” Zoe complained.

“Don’t worry about it Zo. She’s the one doing the hurting most of the time.” He smiled.

A group of girls standing against the wall of the corridor were giggling and stealing looks at Jack. He smiled at them and they all blushed. Zoe rolled her eyes.

“Tarts.” maslak escort She said disapprovingly.

“Be nice. It’s not their fault they have good taste.” He said cockily.

Zoe spotted Emily sitting cross legged on the low stone wall that enclosed the court-yard, talking to Luke who was leaning against a huge stone pillar, next to her. He was good-looking, Zoe reflected. He was about 6ft 1″ with short dark hair, light stubble, and deep set brown eyes with a strong jaw. He was decently muscled but still seemed smaller than Jack.

Emily said something to him and jumped off the wall. He turned around and sneered at Jack and Zoe who both ignored him, before walking off to join a group of his friends who were standing around nearby. Emily walked over to them and embraced them both.

She pulled back and looked them over. “You guys look good; summer agrees with you.” She observed.

Emily was a gorgeous auburn haired girl with pale English skin and fine facial features. She looked delicate but in truth was extremely feisty and hard-going. She had green eyes and stood about 5’6.

Her skirt was a size too small and her blouse too tight. Though, so was Zoe’s though so who was she to critic?

Before they could fall into conversation the school bell rang loudly across the grounds and kids started shuffling through the halls.

“What do you guys have first?” Jack asked quickly, before they could get split up by the crowds.

“Maths” Zoe rolled her eyes.

“Music, you?” Emily asked Jack.

“Yeah, same, lets walk. We’ll see you later Zo, have fun in maths!” He called out as the crowds drew them apart.

Emily and Jack had both chosen music as an elective that year. Typical. She got stuck with the boring subjects because she wanted to go to university while Emily was singing her heart out and Jack was bashing away on his drum kit.

Emily began trudging toward her maths class. She hated maths. It was her worst subject and she had a lot of trouble understanding the concepts. At least they had a new teacher this year, anyone was better than pervy old Mr. Newman, who she had last year.

She looked at her timetable which she had already written neatly into her homework diary. Her new teacher was called Peter Oakley. She hoped he wasn’t too old and creepy like half the other professors at the school.

She got to class 5 minutes late. She had been at school 10 minutes before the bell and still she managed to be late. Of course. She paused outside the door, not wanting to be the person who was late to class on the first day of school. It wasn’t her fault the school was so damn huge and confusing. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open, ready for the whole class to turn and look at her.

She opened the door, her gaze focused on the class who all turned and watched her walk in. Some of the kids she knew smiled at her and the boys looked her up and down, drinking in her body. The only seats left were right up the front of the room, no one wanting to sit there for fear of being labelled a nerd or having the teacher ask them questions they didn’t know the answer to. She was so busy trying not to flush at the embarrassment of being late as she made her way to her seat that she didn’t even notice her new teacher.

It was only when she heard him say “You must be Miss Merton,” did she look up. Her breath caught slightly in her throat at the sight of him and she was certain she was gaping. She quickly recovered and sat down.

“Yes sir.” She replied.

He was gorgeous. Her new teacher, Mr. Oakley looked to be in his early thirties and was about 6’2″ and a well-muscled body not even his white button up shirt could hide. He had dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to drill into her. His jaw was square and set with light stubble across it. His face looked as if it had been moulded by the hands of God.

‘Why are you late?” he asked.

“I’m sorry sir. It just took me a while to walk across the school.”

His face remained stony, revealing no expression. He gave the briefest of nods and turned back to the chalk board where he was scrawling complicated equations and notes. She noticed he had a very nice ass.

Zoe half expected him to say something else but when he didn’t she took out her note book and began copying notes as fast as she could, trying to stay focused and not let her eyes wander, though it was clear no other girl in the class had the intention of doing the same.

By the end of the day Zoe was exhausted. Her writing hand was sore after minimal use during the summer and she’d had to eat her lunch during her free period while she studied in the court yard.

The bell had just rung to signal the end of last period when she got a text from Jack.

“Hey, wanna go grab a coffee with Em and I?”

Zoe typed a quick reply and went to go meet them in the school parking lot by Jack’s car.

She was glad it was a Friday, though it was stupid that school started at the üsküdar escort end of the week and not the start. Thursday had been a public holiday though and so they had decided to make the Wednesday (their official starting date) a student free day so all the teachers could get their lesson plans ready.

Zoe found Jacks car already loaded and squeezed in the back with Jack’s little brother Billy and his friend Greg. The stress of the day began to seep out as she talked and laughed with her friends. Though there was one thing she couldn’t get out of her mind, Mr Oakley, her hot new maths teacher.

Oooooooooooo

When she’d walked into his room Peter had almost gaped. She was five minutes late, making even more of an entrance than she otherwise would have. She didn’t notice him as she smiled at her peers, many of whom obviously knew her. He could see the boys greedily taking her in, practically drooling at the sight of her.

She was about 5’7″ and had long, dark brown hair, tied back in a lose pony tail, her skin was olive. Her skirt was too short and her blouse too tight for her c-cup breasts by his guess. As she turned he lost his breath. She had gorgeous dark green eyes and a button nose, her legs were long and ass was perky and perfect.

He quickly pulled his lust in check and addressed her. It was not often he fawned over women these days. Practically never. However, this girl, in just a glance had given him what he had never felt in a life time. It was going to be a challenge teaching her for an entire year.

As he packed up his things that afternoon he thought of her. It had been a while since he had bedded a girl, maybe that was why he was lusting over a school girl.

oooooooooooo

After going out to coffee with Jack and Emily, Zoe felt great. Jack dropped her and Emily at her suburban house just outside of London and told them not to be late to the party that night because they were too busy gossiping and deciding what to wear.

Zoe said hi to her mum then went up the stairs to her room with Emily to get ready for the party.

“What kind of party is this anyway?” Zoe asked.

“Pretty casual, just wear something nice, a dress of some sort.” Emily said.

Emily knew just about everything there was to know about fashion. She always looked the best at parties and she always threw the best parties, though this time it wasn’t her party.

“Who’s party is this anyway?” Zoe asked.

“Do you even talk to anyone?” Emily frowned. “It’s Zeke’s, his older brother used to throw the best parties ever. Before I came along of course. Well, and before he graduated. Either way, it’s meant to be awesome, they have a pool and everything.”

“Like you don’t?” Zoe replied, as she started sifting through her closet for something to wear. Emily’s father was a rich business man and they lived on a huge estate with horses, tennis courts and a swimming pool.

“Yeah well, most other parties we go to don’t so you know, just thought I’d inform you before you asked.” Emily said.

Zoe shrugged. “Anyway, do you think I should wear this dress or this one?” she held up to dresses. One was a short pink party dress which was puffy at the waist and the other was a strapless black dress which clung to her figure.

“Definitely the black one.” Emily informed her.

“Wow, I think that’s the fastest we have ever decided on anything.” Zoe said.

“Yeah, well, let’s see it on you first,” Emily instructed.

Zoe ducked into the bathroom and slipped on the dress. “How do I look?” she inquired.

“Ohh, it gorgeous.” Emily cooed. “We should curl your hair and you should definitely wear black heals with this.

“I thought you said it was casual.” Zoe said.

Emily shrugged “You can never look too good.”

Soon they had gotten out the curling iron and make up and were sitting in front of the bathroom mirror. Zoe applied light make up while Emily curled her hair.

“So, met any guys you like yet Zoe?” Emily asked. She asked at least weekly.

“I told you I’m not really into ‘playing the field’ and all that. I want to meet a nice guy and date him for a while. I haven’t met any nice guys that have lasted more than a month.” Zoe said.

“You’re too uptight you know that? You need to have more fun.” Emily frowned.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what Jack said.”

“Because it’s true” Emily smiled. “You don’t need to have serious relationship, it’s only high school, you have a lifetime for that.”

“You sound so much like Jack” Zoe informed her.

“What about that super-hot maths teacher I heard some of the girls in your class telling me about?” Emily inquired.

Zoe groaned inwardly, Emily did know everything that happened at the school.

“What about him?” Zoe asked.

“Well, do you like him?” Emily pushed.

“He’s super-hot just like those girls said, but he’s a teacher so it doesn’t really matter anyway.” Zoe replied.

Emily bit her lip and smiled a bit. “I know, that’s bjk escort way too naughty for you, isn’t it? I think he’d totally go for it though.”

Zoe blushed “What? No, why would you think that?”

Emily rolled her eyes, “Oh please, you’re like the hottest girl I know, Luke asks me like every day if you want to hang out with us and his friends because they all want a shot with you. Hell, if you weren’t always with Jack, they would totally go for it but they don’t want to cross Jack.”

“How would that even be crossing Jack?” Zoe asked, curious.

“They think he has a thing for you. Half of them are convinced you two are dating. I know him though, he’s way too much of a fuckboy for you.” Emily explained.

Zoe laughed “True. So, what is the deal with you and Luke? Are you guys an item?”

Emily thought about it for a moment. “Not really” She said, “I mean we hung out a bit over the summer but we aren’t dating or anything.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, that reminds me!” She continued, “Luke invited us and Jack to go clubbing with him tonight after the party, his older brother is a bouncer at this club and can totally get us in!”

“Really? That’s awesome! We should totally do it.” Zoe exclaimed.

“Really? I so thought you would say no, this is great, we are going to have so much fun!” Emily squealed.

Soon they were both changed and ready to go.

“I’m just going to get Eddy, then we can go.” Zoe told Emily.

“Ok, be quick, we don’t want to be too much later than we already are.”

Zoe hurried to her brother’s bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Just a minute!” Eddy yelled through the door.

“Come on, we are going to be late.” She nagged.

“What’s the time?” he asked.

“Like 7.30” she replied, glancing at her phone.

“Didn’t it start at 7?” he questioned.

“Yes, that’s the whole point, hurry up.” She replied, agitated.

He pulled the door open, hopping out as he pulled his second shoe on.

“I’m ready, let’s go.” He said, striding out in front of her, down the stairs to her car where Emily was waiting.

Eddy was only 14 but he was already taller than Emily, at around 5’10’ with wiry muscles and dark hair like her own, short and spiked. He had a handsome face and olive skin with dark green eyes, just like hers, people never had trouble knowing they were related. They all bundled into her car and set off to Zeke’s house following Emily’s directions.

They made it to the party just after 8.00pm and found Jack hanging around with a group of girls by the side of the pool. He was wearing wet shorts and no shirt, showing off his summer tan and chiselled abs.

“Thought you guys would never make it!” he said, leaving the group of girls, whose eyes trailed after him. “The water is nice” He gestured to the pool behind him.

“Yeah, well, these dresses are not getting wet Jack.” Emily told him.

He shrugged “You could take them off, no one would complain” he smiled.

Zoe looked around for Eddy, but he was already gone, mingling with crowd and hitting on pretty girls.

“Where’s Eddy?” Jack asked, seeming to have read her mind.

“He’s here somewhere.” Zoe shrugged.

Jack grinned “Your mum let him out of the house then?”

“She doesn’t know” Zoe laughed, “he told her he was staying at a friend’s house for the night. He’s going to get busted, and if he doesn’t he is going to have to be nice to me for quite a while.”

Just then Luke showed up, carrying a tray of vodka shots.

“Hey Emily” he winked at her, “Jack, Zoe, good to see you guys here. Come, sit, have a drink with me.”

He led them over to a poolside table with stools around it. He set the tray of shots down and placed one in front of each of them. He picked his up and everyone else followed.

“To this awesome party!” he said.

“To this awesome party!” they yelled and clinked glasses, downing the shots.

Luke and Emily drifted off after a few more shots, leaving Jack and Zoe alone with the drinks.

They’d had about 3 or 4 each.

“So I heard that some people think you and I are dating.” Zoe started.

Jack scoffed “Really? Doesn’t surprised me actually, we do spend a lot of time together, and I guess because Emily is always out with her little playthings they don’t really see her as a part of our little trio.” He paused.

“Why do you bring it up?” he asked.

Zoe shrugged. “It’s just that lately I’m starting to realise that I need to loosen up, or so people keep telling me.” She smiled at him and he grinned.

“So, what is that supposed to mean?” he asked cautiously.

“Maybe I need to try things I never have before.” She replied easily, the alcohol flowing through her veins.

She downed another shot and Jack followed suite.

“Like what?” he asked as he put the glass down.

She turned to him, regarding him carefully. One of his elbows was leaning on the table as he watched her closely.

She shrugged “Like this.”

She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him toward her. Their lips met and his arms moved to grab her waist. He kissed her back for a moment before pulling away.

“You’re drunk already?” he chuckled.

She shrugged “Maybe, I don’t care.”

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“You asshole!”

I felt a cold, watery sting as the ice struck my neck and slithered into the collar of my shirt. I wheeled around, directing my verbosity at the culprit: Danny Bishop, the son of my employer. I thought I had been blessed when I landed a summer job at one of the hottest eateries in town, which happened to be owned and operated locally. For a non-franchise establishment, the Down South Deli sure brought in a lot of people, which usually made every workday fast-paced and tiring. As if that wasn’t enough, I constantly had Danny making life hell for me. For some reason, he and I never seemed to really get along.

Actually, thinking on it, the reason is pretty clear: we’re as different as night and day. He’s a spoiled, private school educated prep who has about thirty friends who all look exactly like him. Never dressing in an article of clothing priced under fifty dollars, he’s definitely the type who thinks his shit doesn’t stink. His view of society is one of conformity; if you’re not like everyone else, that means something is wrong with you. This makes me the embodiment of everything threatening to his “anti-individuality”. I’m the eccentric type; I don’t dress like a J. Crew model, I don’t objectify the opposite sex (when it’s not deserved), and my intelligence quotient isn’t at or below my shoe size. So, of course, he hates me. Which really doesn’t bother me, because at the moment, I’m not too fond of him either.

“What’d I do?” Danny asked with mock innocence.

“Threw ice at me, maybe?”

“What makes you think it was me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, the fact that you’re holding a bucket of ice might give it away, if my deductive reasoning serves.”

“If you’re deducting what? Why don’t you speak English for a change?” Danny shot scathingly before adding, “Instead of all those weird-people words?”

“So you equate intelligence with weirdness now, huh?” I asked bitingly. “Excuse me for having a decent vocabulary. I’ll remember to go monosyllabic whenever I talk to you. How about that?”

“God, you’re so weird,” he said, rolling his eyes and going back to his task of cleaning off the grill.

“Knock it off, you two,” Carol, our manager, chimed in pleasantly. “Danny, you got that grill cleaned yet? I’m telling you two right now, I don’t want to be stuck in here till ten o’clock tonight, so get moving on your closing work.”

“Dad gave me the keys tonight,” Danny announced proudly. “He told me I was locking up.”

Carol shrugged. “Take your sweet time, then; but don’t think about leaving until everything is done. And done right.”

A trail of sweat slithered down my forehead as I hurried to sweep the last of the kitchen. Two of our front people had already clocked out and left. Carol was gearing up to leave; I, on the other hand, had the entire kitchen to mop, but couldn’t do so until Danny finished taking the old grease out of the fryers and replaced it with fresh oil. Typical Thursday night closing work, only when I was the one stuck with the job of mopping, Danny liked to take his sweet time with the fryers just to make me have to wait.

“Mmmm, about four more buckets of grease; hope you’re not planning on going anywhere tonight,” Danny said, his spiteful shit-eating grin spreading across his perfect features.

“At least I have places to go,” I muttered aloud.

“Oh, yeah, that weird-people place downtown. I suppose you were going to get up and read one of your little poems,” he jeered sardonically. He exaggeratedly cleared his throat and held up a cupped hand as if he were dramatically reciting a line from a Shakespearean drama. “The moon…is full…and the owls…go hoot…and I like to eat fruit…from a big brown boot,” he recited haltingly from whatever miniscule part of his already tiny brain that computed rhymes.

“Wow…how deep,” I said in a sarcastic monotone. “They’d love you. That is, if they even recited poetry there.”

“My friend Mike told me what that place is like…what’s it called, the Living Room? He told me about all the weird freak-o people down there. You must fit right in,” Danny said condescendingly.

“At least I know that it’s one place I can go without having to see your sorry, pathetic, conformist little face. Now if you’d like to hurry the fuck up with that grease, I’d like to start mopping so I can leave,” I spat bitterly.

“Woo, she’s getting mad,” he said patronizingly. “Better not make her mad. She might do something weird to me.”

“Fuck you,” I said simply, going back to my sweeping.

Thinking back, perhaps that planted ideas in his head.

“You can mop now,” Danny said about thirty minutes later, having just finished taking out the last bucket of grease. Carol had been gone for some time, leaving the whole place to the two of us, to my consternation. I hopped down from my perch on the counter and grabbed the mop handle, pulling it out of the soapy water. I placed it in the yellow plastic wringer, leaned my weight onto the handle to squeeze out the escort bayan excess water, and flung the mop head onto the linoleum with a flat ‘splotch’. I wove the mop across the floor quickly; once one starts mopping, it barely takes any time to have done the entire floor. I became determined to make quick work of it; I was definitely ready to leave.

I heard a tiny splat behind me as I carried on mopping the rest of the floor. I turned around to see Danny holding a plastic squeeze bottle of ketchup. A few small dots of ketchup were on a freshly mopped section of the floor.

“I’m not in the mood to fuck with you tonight,” I said, quickly lowering the mop onto the spot spattered with ketchup, wiping it up.

“Too bad,” he said. “I’m feeling playful.” With that, he squeezed the ketchup bottle again. Being completely full, it didn’t take much for the ketchup to erupt through the nozzle and land in another small puddle on the floor.

“Dammit, Danny, stop it. I mean it,” I said threateningly. I was nearly fed up with his bullshit. A few more pushes and I felt I’d erupt just like the small shower of ketchup had.

“And what if I don’t?” Danny asked, giving the bottle another squeeze, sending more ketchup onto my newly mopped floor.

I let the mop handle drop from my hand. I crossed the space between us in two strides, being careful not slip. “I’ll fucking hurt you, is what,” I growled, inches away from his face. My eyes were boring holes into his. If looks could kill…

“You can’t do shit to me,” Danny said indignantly, putting the ketchup down.

“Oh, I can’t?” With that, I shoved him into the prep counter.

He quickly regained his balance. “I could knock the shit out of you,” he said in a low, murderous voice.

“Do it,” I challenged, getting right in his face again. “Come on; I dare you. Hit me.”

“You’re a girl,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

“Who cares? That shouldn’t stop you. Let’s end this right now. You and me,” I said. I was really fed up. I was about his size, and I knew I could hold my own.

“You and me, huh?” Danny said slyly. Without warning, he shoved me, so hard that I landed against the cutting table, which was basically just a huge marble cutting board on legs. He came toward me; instinctively, I reached out and slapped him savagely across the face.

This didn’t stop him; I was against the table, and he had bridged that distance in no time. He grabbed both my arms firmly. I struggled a bit, trying to get my arms free. I thought he was going to kick me or knee me in the gut.

He didn’t.

The cutting table was a tad lower than level with my waist. With one more shove, I lost my balance so that I was sitting on the cutting table. He pushed himself against me, forcing his body between my legs so that I couldn’t kick him. As he held my arms, to my ungodly surprise, he pulled me forward and grabbed my lips with his own.

I was outraged and reared back, breaking the forced kiss almost as soon as it had begun. In response, he pushed me backwards even further, using my arms to force me upon my back. As he did this, he crawled onto the cutting table, directly above me, so that now I was beneath him, my arms pinned above my head. He re-attempted the kiss. This time, there was nothing I could do.

His kiss was hard, angry, and soon he had pushed his tongue past my lips, ravaging my mouth with it. I could have then bitten his tongue, but for some strange reason, I didn’t. Wild horses wouldn’t have dragged out of me the fact that I was getting somewhat turned on.

Danny is about 6′ tall, light brown eyes, dark brown hair, tanned, with a flat stomach and muscular arms. He isn’t a hulk of a guy but he is strong and cut nicely. If I were ever to break down and give him credit for anything, it would be the fact that he is quite easy on the eyes. The stubborn side of me would have said to fight back ardently, and accuse him of rape later to really fix his clock and assure that he never touched or spoke to me again. I guess this revealed two sides of me: the stubborn side and the horny side. The horny side wanted to give in, let him do to me what he wanted, and at least get something out of him besides just insults and rude comments. After all, if his intent had been to rape me, it would spoil his fun if I suddenly warmed to him. After all, you can’t rape the willing.

I could imagine his surprise when he felt my tongue mingle with his, felt my body arch up and press into his own. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull away and interject some scathing remark; instead, he simply released my arms and began to push my shirt up. I rose a little to help him take it off of me. While I was at it, I let him unhook my bra. He grabbed both sides and eased it over my arms, tossing it aside.

Leaned over me, he gently explored my breasts, caressing them with a feather light touch so that, soon, they were as hard as pencil erasers. I felt a shiver go down my spine as tuzla escort he tugged at the left one with his teeth; a line between pleasure and a faint tinge of pain was crossed several times in the space of a second. He gently flicked at both nipples alternately with his tongue. I could feel my pussy beginning to grow damp, and I shuddered as the most of the warmth in my body migrated toward my clitoris. It throbbed with an aching frequency and begged for the slightest touch to send it over the edge.

He eased himself off the cutting table, taking those wonderful, soft, warm lips from my nipples. He planted random kisses down my solar plexus, farther downward across my abdomen, even pausing at my sides. He kissed my navel, and slid his tongue teasingly down my pelvis. Not breaking that rhythmic kissing for even the slightest moment, he quickly unbuttoned my khaki work shorts and tugged down the zipper, hooking his hands into the waistband and quickly pulling them down, over my thighs until they were lying on the floor next to my forgotten T-shirt and bra.

He resumed his progress down my body, leaving my panties on as he kissed further down my pelvis and onto the very peak of my mound. At first, he kissed the fabric over my pussy, which was already growing a little wet from my natural lubrication. He pressed his open mouth into my clothed pussy, and let out a throaty groan. The vibrations sent a wonderful pulse through me, and I moaned softly. I could feel his tongue pressing gently up and down the seam between my vulva, stretching the fabric of my white cotton panties as his tongue tried desperately to push inward. Finally, he pulled the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my wet pussy lips. He licked at the slit earnestly, teasing it a bit by not quite reaching that ultra sensitive core. Nonetheless, I was aroused such that I writhed slightly, mostly from anticipation.

Finally, he tugged at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down to free their hot, throbbing prisoner. He had barely gotten them from my ankles when he began a full assault, spreading the lips and letting the flexed point of his tongue tickle my clit. I felt my pussy walls contract deliciously and moaned loudly, barely able to keep my hips from bucking. He darted his tongue in and out of my vagina while alternately traveling upward a bit to pay homage to that sensitive nub just above it. Danny was incredible at this, and I let him know audibly. His occasional moans of approval that he would release into my pussy nearly sent me over the edge more than once.

He knew I was close to coming, and in response he began to lap at my clit faster. In addition, he put his index and middle fingers into my pussy, fucking me with them as he continued to worry my clit with that extraordinary tongue. In no time, I felt that warm rush of release spread through me, calling his name as I orgasmed.

Completely naked now, I stood up carefully, as my legs were a little shaky. I whipped his shirt off, threw his distressed baseball cap to the side, so that now he was standing in nothing but his jeans, the waistband of his boxers visible as well. He lifted me back onto the cutting table, so that I sat again, and kissed me; I could taste my juices on his tongue and figured he must have enjoyed the feast. As we kissed, I helped unbuckle his leather belt and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans. He kicked his Birkenstocks off his feet as his loose fitting jeans sank to the floor of their own volition. He stepped out of each leg effortlessly, not pausing our hungry, messy kiss for a moment. He was in nothing but his boxers by now, and I didn’t even hesitate to reach for my prize.

He had grown hard and fully erect while eating my pussy; his erection was already snaking through the gaping hole down the front of his boxers. I grabbed it gently, letting my palm slide over the smooth, hot, taut shaft. I could feel his groan of appreciation as we continued to kiss. I eased my hand down the shaft and back up again, flicking my thumb over his head and down the very center of his slit, which was wet with pre-come. Our lips parted as he winced with a concentrated shiver of pleasure as I stroked that sensitive area. His hand traced up my thigh and back to my pussy, seeming to want to return the same favor I was doing him. His warm, dry fingers against my clit were maddening; I ground my pussy against his hand, still fondling his cock with my own. Flushed with a fever of arousal, I let my hand fall from his erect penis and hurriedly struggled to get his boxers off. He ceased rubbing my pussy to accommodate this; he pushed them down and kicked them aside so that now, both of us were completely naked together.

He grabbed my hips and pulled my pelvis toward him, so that I could feel his cock against my belly. “What do you want?” Danny whispered hoarsely.

“I…I…” I stammered incoherently, caught off-guard by the question.

“Say it,” he demanded more urgently.

“I…want you to…” I hesitated still.

He began findikzade esc to stroke my pussy again. He was going to play a little game with me, I could see. So far, he was winning.

“Come on, what is it? What do you want?” Danny asked again, fueling my lust with those lovely, dexterous fingers.

“I…God…I want you to…” I breathed heavily, the words forced out by spasms of near-orgasmic pleasure.

“Yes?” Danny teased, giving my clit one final, hard stroke that sent me over the edge.

“Unnnggghh…I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!” I blurted out uncontrollably.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured slyly.

He pressed the head of that lovely cock slightly into the folds of my pussy, rubbing it a little on the hole and up towards my clit. I pushed my pelvis against it, leaning in ecstasy back on my arms. “Fuck me,” I demanded softly, my eyes shut tight with pleasure.

At that, he eased his cock into my pussy. His strokes started out slow at first, my pussy being tight from a couple of months’ celibacy. He towered over me as I reclined on the cold marble table, his hands on my hips, pulling me deeper onto his cock. Soon, he built up some speed. I occasionally squeezed the walls of my pussy tight, and the sudden moan of pleasure he emitted was proof that he had indeed felt it. The heat of his cock as it glided in and slid out was exquisite, and his fullness was sending me to the brink, and fast. He fucked me deliberately, pulling all the way out until the head almost reemerged from my pussy and driving it deliciously back into my warm, wet depths. We built a rhythm, and soon we were fucking like the most familiar of lovers, groaning and writhing against each other. It was good, but I wasn’t satisfied yet; I wanted to do it all now, as if this was not only the first but also the last time we would fuck. I wanted it to be, in a sense, complete.

I stopped him, gasping and panting, and eased down from the table. He looked confused for a moment until I leaned over the marble with one knee hoisted up onto the cold, smooth surface. From behind, my pussy lips were displayed prominently beneath my ass, wet and inviting him back in. Without a moment’s hesitation, he put his hands on my hips and again pulled me onto his cock, this time from behind. He stood behind me, using my hips as leverage, and fucked me savagely.

With each thrust, his dick slammed into that taut, sensitive area of my vagina, and I found myself screaming out, clutching the table desperately. I laid my fever-flushed face against the cool marble, crying out in the bonds of unbelievable ecstasy. I squeezed the walls of my pussy tight with each withdrawal, his loud, guttural groans of approval telling me to keep it up. My screams got louder and hoarser as he sent me hurtling into my first orgasm, a burst of white light exploding in my head as the wet walls of my pussy contracted around his hot cock. He was now fucking me so hard that I could hear the loud slap of his thighs pounding my ass. I regained a little of my energy as he continued drilling my pussy, and again stopped him, prolonging his orgasm. I could tell he was more than ready to come…but I didn’t want it now, not just yet.

“Get on the table,” I demanded, feeling like a nurse in a doctor’s office. “Lay on your back.” He obeyed perfectly, lifting himself upon the table and reclining back on his arms, much as I had done before. When he was settled, I climbed on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips. He lay all the way back, using his hands to caress my outer thighs as I slid my pussy back onto that painfully hard cock. He closed his eyes, head lain against the cold marble, as I began to fuck him.

I lifted myself onto and off of his cock in a perfect rhythm, making it slow but excruciatingly tight around his dick. I could see his winces of pleasure, which turned me on even more, making me squeeze him that much harder. I bore into him, using as much pressure and tightness from my pussy as I could to torture him to the brink of an orgasm. His hands ran up my sides, down my hips and over my thighs as I rode him like a prize stallion. It was now he that was nearly screaming in the throes of pure delight as I ground my tight cunt up and over the sensitive head of his cock and eased back over the shaft. I had been supporting my weight on my arms above him, hovering over him so that we could kiss.

To make the pressure deeper, I rose up, straightening my back and lengthening my body over his so that we were perpendicular to each other. He now had sight of my entire body, and coursed his gentle hands up my abdomen to fondle my breasts, which jumped and swayed as I rocked myself up and down on Danny’s cock. I was going faster now, feeling the onset of another orgasm, that tight, full feeling beginning in the depths of the stomach. I could tell Danny was close, from the noise he was making and the look of agonizing ecstasy on his face. He slid his hands down to my hips again, where he gripped me and began to thrust upward, desperate to come now. I counteracted his thrusting with my own, and our bodies slammed and slapped together like the arms of a seal. I fucked him wildly, squeezing him as hard as I could, so hard that it almost hurt but was unbelievably wonderful at the same time.

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I unlock the door and let myself into your apartment. I smile as I am greeted with your scent when I step into the apartment. I lay my keys and purse on the counter. I surely wouldn’t want you walking in and thinking of shooting me because you think I am a robber.

I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I watch as the mirror steams from the heat of the water, coating it with a fog. I walk back into the bedroom and have a seat on the chest at the foot of your bed. I unbuckle my shoes and remove them. I sit there looking around your bedroom, thinking how much I love being here with you and how lucky I am with all the time I get to spend with you. A warm smile spreads across my face at the thought of you, a flutter filling my stomach as I think of how much I love you.

I stand up and lower the straps of my dress from my shoulders. I pull my arms from the straps. The soft material slides down my body, stopping to catch on my hips. I shake my hips slightly and the material continues it’s descent, slipping over my legs and ruffling around my feet. I raise my fingers to my bra and unhook the single clasp holding the pieces together. I shake my shoulders as I slide the material from my body. I reach up and cup my breasts, the cool air rushing over my skin, my nipples tightening a bit from the air. I softly slide my palms over my nipples and think of you again, the roughness of your palms are such a different contrast than my soft, smooth ones. I smile thinking of the touch of your palms, how just the brush of them can make my nipples harden instantly.

I lower my hands slowly over my ribs, my hands moving out to my sides and feeling the soft skin, my hands coming back to the center and caressing my stomach. My mind still thinking about your touch. I can almost feel you next to me. My hands move down and I slip my fingers between the waistband of my panties and my stomach. I think of your lips kissing my stomach. I rock my hip slowly, thinking about your lips on my skin. I push the lace from my hips, feeling it slide over my thighs, down my legs and hitting the floor. I pick my clothes up and lay them on the chest before I go back into the bathroom.

I walk over to the sink and run my hand over the mirror, clearing a space for me to see my reflection. I look down and see your soap on the sink. My mind again wondering to you and how I sit and watch you shave, my eyes tracing more over the ripples of your body than actually watching you shave. I pull my hair onto the top of my head and fasten it loosely with a barrette. A few stray pieces fall down over my shoulders and neck. I stare into the mirror thinking of how you sneak up behind me in the morning, wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me into a strong hug. Your kisses soft on the back of my neck as I brush my teeth, your lips brushing across my forehead. Your lips touching mine when I finish brushing my teeth, your kisses gentle and sweet.

I step into the shower. The water covering my skin as I wonder what you are doing at that very moment, wondering if you are in the car yet or still working. I pull the bottle of shower gel from the shelf and pour it onto the sponge. I rub my hands together watching the liquid turn into foam. I run the sponge down my neck, I think of your fingertips on my skin. I sweep the sponge over my shoulders and across my collarbone. I think of your fingers washing my escort şişli skin, your touch tenderly skimming across my skin. I lower the sponge down between my breasts. I trace the outline of my breasts with the soft sponge. My mind again thinking of your hands massaging my breasts, your fingers teasing my nipples. I rub the sponge a little harder over my nipples as I feel them stiffen from thoughts of your fingers pinching, rolling, tugging.

I step forward under the water to rinse the soap from my skin. The water is soothing, but makes me think of your kisses on my skin. I step back again feeling the air on my skin. The air causing my skin to goose bump. I lean down and run the sponge over my legs, stopping to slowly brush the sponge over my calves. I think of your fingers moving over the muscles of my calves, the tips pressing firmly against my skin. I slide the sponge up my legs, over my knees and behind my knees. I glide the sponge over my thighs, feeling the softness on my skin. My mind wondering to the touch of your tongue skating up the insides, licking and nibbling into my flesh. I look down as if I can see you there, watching your green eyes as you look up at me, your tongue moving closer to my wet lips. I slide the sponge up the insides of my thighs, stopping when I reach my lips.

I move back under the water, the foam disappearing from my skin. I can feel my clit throbbing already, just aching to be touched. The warm water rolling over my skin only enhances the feelings running all over my body. I look down and watch the streams of water flowing over my skin, watching the water cover my already hard nipples, sliding down between my breasts and over my stomach.

I move back and see the beads of water forming on my skin. I pour more shower gel onto the sponge and rub my hands together, watching the liquid change to foam. I slide the sponge over my stomach, over my hip, over my cheek. I lower my arm and rub the sponge over my outer thigh, then up the back of my thigh. I switch hands and run the sponge up the inside of my thigh and bending slightly to wash the back of my thigh before sweeping the sponge over my cheek and hip. I turn my back and stand under the water. My hair plastering to my head from the spray of the water. I stop to unclip my hair and pull it up tighter against my head. I fasten the barrette back around it, feeling the stray pieces clinging to my neck and shoulders. I stand under the water, enjoying the water washing over my body.

I turn back around and step from under the water. I take the sponge back into my hands and hold it under the water as I watch the soap rinse from it. The white stream swirling and going down the drain. I reach up and put the sponge over the showerhead. I reach over and take the shower gel back into my hands, turning it to the side and squirting a little into my hands. I rub my hands together feeling the slickness of the liquid in my soft palms. I slide my hands up the inside of my thighs slowly before brushing my fingers over my lips. I tease my lips, very gently rubbing my fingers over them, letting my fingernails scratch lightly against them.

I push my fingers between my lips and I gasp softly when I feel my fingertips make contact with my clit. My mind wondering to you again, thinking of your fingers rubbing my clit. I slip my fingers around my clit and feel it vibrating between bostancı escort them. I push my clit out and gently brush my fingers over it. My moans getting a little deeper as my fingers skate across the surface of my clit. My thoughts again going back to you as I explore my pussy. I drop my hand down to my tight hole. I circle my index finger around the wet opening. I push gently sending my finger into the soft folds of my pussy. My pussy closes so firmly over my finger. I smile to myself at how tight I am. I curl my finger inside my pussy, feeling the wetness and hotness. I close my eyes as I think about you: having me pressed against the wall, your tongue licking inside of me your fingers pushing in and out of me, your cock moving in and out of me with the swollen veins scraping my opening. The moans coming deep from within my throat at the thoughts of you.

My mind goes to you yet again, wondering if I open my eyes will you be standing beside the tub?

Your voice is playfully teasing, “Good thing I’m here. You need someone to wash your back.”

I look up at you and smile softly. “How long have you been there?” I ask as I watch you climb into the tub with me.

“Long enough.”

You stand behind me. I lay my head back against your shoulder, tilting my head upward. You lower your lips until they touch mine. You kiss me gently. I slide my hand through your hair and hold your mouth to mine. Only stopping to lick your lips before slipping my tongue between your lips. Your lips suck my tongue, your arms enclose me in a strong hug, you pull me back against your body. I slide my hand along the back of your neck. I can feel your hair dampening from the moisture in the air. We share a really long, slow, deep kiss. I lift your tongue with mine and pull it into my mouth. My lips tenderly closing around your tongue, my lips sliding the length of your tongue. Your lips press tighter to mine as I bite at your tongue.

You kiss my ear, whispering, “You know, I love coming home to these kinds of surprises.”

You run your tongue over the wet skin on my neck. Your lips graze over my shoulder and up the back of my neck. My fingers push back into my pussy, the tightness sucking them deep inside. Your kisses move down across my shoulders, your hands move up to cup my breasts. I tilt my head forward as I feel your tongue slipping over the back of my neck.

Your words caressing my ear, “Don’t remove your hand from your pussy. I want you nice and wet by the time I get there.”

Your teeth nip at the back of my neck, your fingertips pinch my nipples hard. My stomach contracts from your touch, my nipples swelling up between your fingers. You slide your hands down my slide, your arm sliding underneath mine, your hands resting on my hips. Your hands hold my hips as you grind against me. I feel your cock growing hard against the small of my back. My own fingers pulling leisurely through my hole. My body burning with desire and pure lust for you. Your hands caress the curves of my hips before moving down and coming up the insides of my thighs, your fingertips brushing over the back of my hand. Your hands move back to my hips. You hold me firmly to you as you grind harder next to me. I feel your cock snaking along my ass. I sway my hips back against you, your cock becoming rock hard beneath me.

You bring your fingers up to the back of my nişantaşı bayan escort hand again. Your fingers resting on my hand as you feel me pumping them in and out of my aching pussy. Your fingers brush across my clit. I jump slightly as you touch my clit. You rub my clit with a relaxed pace. My fingers driving deeper into the softness of my pussy, my juices squishing all over as I drive further into my pussy.

Your words steaming in my ear, “Cum for me, baby.”

The words sending waves of pleasure over my body. I feel myself clenching around my fingers and replaced with wetness as I gush over our fingers. You add more pressure to my clit when you feel my body trembling next to yours. Your teeth bite into my neck, your tongue slides up my neck and your lips taking my earlobe. The sucking making me cum more, my fingers disappearing into my pussy. I grip around them, holding my fingers tightly in my pussy.

My breathing coming in short gasps, the steam from the shower making my body even hotter. You pull your fingers away from my clit when I stop moving my hand. You reach down and pull my fingers from my pussy. I watch as you bring my hand to your mouth, your tongue licking over my fingers. I lay back against you as I watch you cleaning my hand. You suck my fingers into your mouth. My pussy tingles more from the feel of your warm mouth on my fingers. I let out a slow, deep breath as I press to you.

I open my eyes and step back under the water. A smile creeps across my face as I think about you. I lift my head and let the water run over my face. I lower my head and feel the water cascading down my neck and back. Wow, you get me so excited without even being here. I laugh softly thinking about you.

I turn the water off and step from the shower. I grab a towel before I head back into the bedroom. I remove the barrette from my hair and let my hair fall down. I feel it sticking to my back, feeling the weight against my skin. I run my fingers through my hair and dry it with the towel. I slowly run the towel over my body, wiping away the beads of water. I walk over to the chest, spread the towel out and have a seat. I smooth lotion all over my body, thinking once again of your hands. I slide my panties back on before walking over and pulling one of your shirts from the closet. I slip it over my arms and button up a few of the buttons towards the bottom.

I hear you unlocking the door to the apartment. I watch the door of the bedroom, waiting for you to appear in the doorway.

A smile spreads across your face as you come over to me and squeeze me in your arms. You look down into my eyes, “You know, I love coming home to these kinds of surprises.”

I laugh from your words. “What?” You ask, slightly puzzled from my reaction.

I shake my head, “Déjà vu. I was just thinking about you in the shower and you said those exact same words to me. Amazing.”

I take your face into my hands and brush my lips over yours. I slide my arms around your neck and hold you close. “I’m happy to see you.”

You hug me tighter before pulling away, “I’m going to shower, then you can show me just how happy you are to see me.”

I roll my eyes, shake my head and walk away from you. You grab my hand and pull me back to you. You brush my hair off my face and look into my eyes. You lean down, kissing my lips tenderly. I pull your mouth closer to mine as I feel your soft lips on mine. You break the kiss, smile into my eyes and kiss my forehead before you let me go.

“I’m glad you’re here, honey.” I hear you say as I watch you disappear through the doorway. I curl up on the bed, eagerly awaiting your return.

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Meine Frisörin Carla ist Trans.

Sie ist eine sehr attraktive, dunkelhäutige Latina aus Kolumbien, Ende 30, Anfang 40.

Sie hat einen unfassbar athletischen Körper. Und es fällt mir bei jedem Termin schwer nicht auf ihre großen Silikontitten zu starren, die sie aber sichtbar stolz vor sich her trug.

Wir verstanden uns von Anfang an sehr gut. Nicht ohne Grund war ich schon über 2 Jahre ihr Kunde.

Bei einem meiner letzten Termine hörte ich Carla mir ihren Kolleginnen über einen Club sprechen. Der Zirkus.

Aus Neugier fragte ich sie danach.

“Oh Michi, das nicht seien für dich. Zirkus nicht so eine Club. Meine Freundinnen und ich gehen dahin, um zu ficken Männer und Jungs.

Du eine hübsche Junge. Wenn du gehen, dann meine Freundinnen herfallen über dich und ficken sofort auf Toilette.”

Ein Glück konnte Carla meinen Ständer unter dem Kittel nicht sehen. Doch der Gedanke machte mich total an.

Aber mein Gesichtsausdruck hat mich wohl verraten.

“Dir gefallen der Gedanke, oder? Ich schon oft gesehen diese Blick bei Jungs.”

Ich nickte schüchtern und verlegen.

“Du nicht schämen, Michi. Viele Jungs es mögen gefickt zu werden.”

Dann redete Carla lautstark mit ihren Kolleginnen auf spanisch.

Dann war großes Gelächter im Salon und ich sank tiefer in meinen Stuhl.

“Wenn du wirklich wollen gehen in Zirkus, dann du sagen du Freund von Carla. Dann du kommst rein.

Aber du passen auf. Immer Getränk gucken. Und immer Kondom nehmen.

Bitte, bitte du mir versprechen, du passen auf.”

Ich versprach Carla, auf mich aufzupassen.

Aber der Gedanke an den Club liess mich nicht mehr los.

Abends hatte ich mich mit meiner Ex gestritten.

Der Streit hatte mich so in Aufregung versetzt, dass ich mit dem Auto rumgefahren bin, um mich zu beruhigen.

Ich kann beim Auto fahren gut abschalten und nachdenken.

Meine Ex war immer der Meinung, dass ich zu unspontan sei.

Ich glaube aus Trotz und auch um mir zu beweisen, dass sie falsch lag, fasste ich den Entschluss in den Zirkus zu gehen.

Ich googelte die Adresse und mein Navi lotste mich in ein Industriegebiet.

Ich parkte ein wenig abseits und ging verlegen, aber zielstrebig zum Eingang. Von Aussen war der Club escort bayan şişli unscheinbar. Kein grosses Neonschild, keine laute Musik und keine Schlange vor der Tür. Nur ein Türsteher auf einem Hocker.

Auf der dicken Stahltür stand kunstvoll mit Edding Zirkus geschrieben. Ich war hier richtig.

Dem Türsteher sagte, ich wäre ein Freund von Carla und er nickte mich wortlos hinein.

Der Club war anders als ich ihn mir vorgestellt hatte. Es waren ca. 30-40 Personen anwesend. Grösstenteils Latina, aber auch einige Asiatinnen.

Auf den erste Blick aber alles Transfrauen.

Es waren auch ca. 10-12 Männer da.

Ich ging erstmal an die Bar und bestellte mir ein Bier. Es dauerte keine 2 Minuten bis sich links und rechts von mir 2 Latinas auf die Hocker setzten.

“Hola schöner Mann. Du doch nicht trinken Bier mit uns. Wir trinken Tequila.”

Ich wollte protestieren als die Unbekannte auf spanisch beim Barkeeper bestellte, aber die Schönheit zur linken Seite drehte in dem Moment meinen Kopf zu sich und fing an mich zu küssen.

Ich wusste nicht wie mir geschieht.

“Hey, ihr Zwei. Ihr nicht machen Party ohne mich.”

“Hier trinken, schöner Mann.”

Die beiden zwangen mir den Tequila förmlich auf.

Ich hatte das Glas gerade abgestellt als mich die andere ebenfalls küsste.

Als sie den Kuss löste, stand schon der nächste Tequila vor mir. Auch diesen musste ich trinken.

“Du bist eine schöne Mann. Wie heisst du?”

“Ich bin Michael.”

“Ich bin Isabella. Das ist meine Freundin Roberta”, stellte sie sich und ihre Freundin vor.

“Du sein erste Mal hier?”

“Ja.”

Es wird dir gefallen hier. Wir zeigen dir alles. Aber erst du musst noch trinken Tequila mit uns.

Dieses mal waren es jedoch grosse Gläser.

Nach zwei weiteren Tequila war ich schon sehr angetrunken und fing schon an zu lallen.

Ich bemerkte noch, wie sich die beiden Blicke zu warfen.

“Komm wir gehen zur Toilette.”

Isabella nahm meine Hand und führte mich direkt zur Toilette. Ihre Freundin Roberta drängte mich von hinten Isabella zu folgen.

Wir endeten in einer grossen Kabine.

Isabella setzte sich auf die Schüssel. Roberta dirigierte mich direkt davor und eh ich mich mich versah, taksim bayan escort hatte Isabella schon meine Hose runtergezogen und fing an mir einen zu blasen. Roberta stand ganz eng hinter mir und küsste meinen Hals und Nacken.

Es passierte alles so schnell. Ich nahm die ganze Situation gar nicht so richtig wahr, so betrunken war ich.

Ich hatte zu viel Tequila getrunken und zu oft eine Zunge im Halsich, als das ich darauf hätte achten können.

So war ich in dem Moment nur noch triebgesteuert und ein willenloser Spielball zwischen Isabella und Roberta.

“Jetzt du dich revanchieren”, forderte Isabella mich auf.

Sie erhob sich und wir tauschten die Plätze. Roberta hatte sich ihrer Hose schon entledigt und wichste ihren Schwanz.

Isabella schob den Saum ihres Rockes hoch und holte ihren Schwanz aus ihrem Höschen.

Ohne weiter nachzudenken, machte ich mich sofort über beide her und bließ ihnen abwechselnd ihr Schwänze. Es machte mich richtig geil, die Schwänze zu blasen und zu wichsen. Dieses Gefühl, wie sie in meinen Händen bzw. zwischen meinen Lippen grösser und härter werden, war für mich unbeschreiblich. Ich hätte noch minutenlang so weiter machen.

Doch für Isabella war Oralsex nur Mittel zum Zweck.

“Knie dich auf Boden. Ich will dich jetzt ficken, mein Schatz.”

Wortlos kniete ich mich auf den dreckigen Boden in der Kabine.

Roberta setzte sich dann auf den Sitz und dirigierte sofort meinen Mund auf ihren Schwanz. Mein nackter Arsch streckte in dieser Position halb aus der Kabine heraus.

“Du Jungfrau?”

Ich nickte.

Isabella hockte sich hinter mich, Beine links und rechts von meinen. Roberta drückte meinen Kopf ganz fest auf ihren Schwanz als ich Isabellas Schwanz an meinem Arsch spürte.

Ich wusste, dass sie kein Kondom auf hatte und ich erinnerte mich an die Worte Carlas.

Ich fühlte mich so willenlos und geil, dass ich es einfach akzeptierte.

Obwohl ich Jungfrau war presste Isabella ihren Schwanz in einer Bewegung in mich.

Es tat schon weh, was ich Dank des Alkohols, aber nur entfernt wahrnahm.

Isabella fickte mich dann einige Minuten ordentlich durch bis sie dann in mir kam.

Sie zog ihren Schwanz aus mir raus.

“Jetzt Roberta dich göztepe escort ficken, mein Schatz.”

Roberta lehnte sich ein wenig zurück und hielt ihren Schwanz in Position. Ich drehte mich und setzte mich rücklings auf sie. Ich wollte mich langsam auf ihren Schwanz sinken lassen, da er grösser und dicker als der von Isabella war. Doch Roberta war ungeduldig und drückte mich kraftvoll auf ihren Schwanz. Dieses mal schmerzte es noch mehr.

Aber Roberta interessierte es nicht und signalisierte mir, dass ich sie jetzt endlich reiten soll.

Isabella hielt mir derweil ihren Schwanz zum sauberlecken hin.

Ich bewegte meine Hüften so gut es ging.

Roberta war mit meinen Bemühungen offenbar unzufrieden.

Mit einem Mal stand sie mit mir auf – ihr Schwanz tief in mir – und drängte mich zum Waschbecken.

Erst jetzt realisierte ich, dass wir mehrere Zuschauer hatten. Aber ich hatte keine grosse Zeit darüber nachzudenken. Roberta drückte meinen Oberkörper bestimmend nach vorne über das Waschbecken und fickte mich dann mit harten Stößen.

Ihr Stöhnen wurde immer lauter.

Immer wieder konnte ich über den Spiegel die anderen Leute beobachten, wie sie fasziniert und erregt unserem Treiben zu sahen.

Robertas Stöße wurden schneller, ihr Stöhnen lauter und ich wusste, dass sie kurz vorm Orgasmus stand.

Mit einem ekstatischem Schrei, pumpte auch sie ihre Ladung in mich.

Aus der Zuschauermenge drängte sich dann eine Person nach vorne.

Es war Carla.

Ich schämte mich ein wenig. Sie hatte mich gewarnt und gebeten auf mich aufzupassen. Und doch lehnte ich betrunken auf der Toilette eines Clubs über einem Waschbecken und habe mich gerade von zwei unbekannten Transfrauen ungeschützt in den Arsch ficken und spritzen lassen.

Sie unterhielt sich kurz mit Isabella und Roberta auf spanisch.

Dann öffnete sie ihre Hose und holte ihren Schwanz raus. Er war nochmal eine ganze Ecke grösser. Ausserdem zierte ein PA ihren Schwanz.

Sie wichste sich kurz ihren Schwanz, bevor sie ihn ansatzlos in meinen Arsch presste.

Es tat sehr wehr. Aber auch sie kannte keine Gnade.

Sie beugte sich nach vorne und flüsterte in mein Ohr: “Ich wussten, du nicht können widerstehen. Ich sehen in deine Augen.”

Über den Spiegel sahen wir uns tief in die Augen. Ihre Augen funkelten und strahlten.

Es wirkte beinahe triumphierend, wie sie hinter mir stand und mich fickte.

Ich fühlte mich gebrochen und hilflos ausgeliefert. Aber in dem Augenblick wollte ich nirgends anders sein.

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Tonight’s the night. I’m sure of it. I’ve been monitoring my body just like the doctor said and I’m certain I’m ovulating. All I need now is for you to seal the deal.

You come home and finding me waiting for you in our bed.

You stop in the doorway when you see me, leaning against the frame, admiring the sight of your woman in nothing but skimpy lingerie.

I make my way to you, stealing a quick kiss before dropping to my knees in front of you.

I make short work of your belt, unfastening your pants and pulling them down.

Your cock is treated to a gentle squeeze as I run my hands up your thighs, then slowly peel down your boxers…

You chuckle as your hard cock springs out of your boxers, nearly hitting me in the face.

Your laughter quickly turns into a groan as I swallow the head and immediately start working my way up and down…

Your hands grip the door frame as I take your cock as deep as I can, your head falling fatih escortları back and eyes closing in pleasure as my eager mouth works you.

You fist your hand in my hair, fucking my mouth at a faster pace until you feel yourself starting to get close.

It doesn’t take long before you haul me to my feet and walk me backwards to the bed, kissing me deeply as we go.

My knees hit the bed and I tumble down to the mattress. You’re grinning down at me as you quickly kick off your boots and divest yourself of the rest of your clothing.

I take off my bra and shimmy out of my panties. I turn and begin crawling back up the bed but you grab me by the hips and haul me backwards again.

You slap my ass, leaving a handprint and I squeal. The second swat has me reaching back with my hands to protect my bare ass, but you capture my wrists and restrain them behind my back in one hand.

Your other hand delivers one last slap before making its way between my thighs, giving my clit a quick rub, then delving into my pussy.

You chuckle when you discover sarıyer escortları I am dripping wet, asking, “Are you a bit eager for my cock, baby girl?”

You plunge two fingers deep inside me, forcing a moan from my lips before you hear my response.

“I was playing with my clit while I was waiting for you, baby… you took so long to get home and I need it so badly…”

Without further delay, you grip my knee, force my thighs to spread to accommodate you before plunging your cock deep into me from behind.

I cry out in pleasure as you fuck me hard; I’m already so wet that you sink balls deep almost immediately, the sounds of sex filling the room.

I’m restrained and helpless as you fuck me hard, using a hand on my hip and your grip on my wrists to pull me back onto your cock.

My thighs are trembling and I’m moaning quietly as you use my body, your breath coming in harsh pants as you near your climax.

Without warning, you release my wrists and I fall forward onto the mattress. I barely have time to protest before you flip maltepe escortları me onto my back, shove a pillow beneath my hips, spread my legs wide and plunge back into my wet pussy.

I wrap my legs around your waist and meet your thrusts, trying to get as much friction as possible. I’m so close, I know it won’t take long before I cum.

It takes barely 10 thrusts before you growl in frustration, haul my ankles to your shoulders and begin hammering me hard.

The new angle takes you impossibly deep and I immediately cum on your cock, my pussy clenching down on your cock so hard.

I scream my orgasm as you pound into me, whispering obscenely in my ear between wet kisses on my mouth and neck.

“I’m going to breed you,” you tell me, “I’m going to cum inside you until you’re filled with every drop I have. I’m so deep there’s no chance you won’t be pregnant by the time I’m done with you.”

I’m still shuddering with aftershocks when you finally reach your climax, your cum spurting against my womb.

My legs fall from your shoulders as you collapse on top of me; I belatedly realize my nails have sunk into your shoulders as I came. Your cum is already beginning to trickle down to my ass from where we are still joined… it feels so hot inside me that I’m sure you were right; there’s no chance I won’t be pregnant after tonight.

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Yesterday’s exertions left me exhausted so I had retired early, slept well and woke up feeling fit and ready to go again. Perhaps that was fortunate, as I had promised Elisabeth that I would visit Jutta today. I had a hearty breakfast to give me energy for the day and, as I was eating, I got the thought, ‘What would my friends say, if they knew how I had spent yesterday afternoon?’

Well, I certainly wouldn’t be telling any of them. But I do know one thing: I’ll bet they have never enjoyed sex as I did yesterday. Putting aside the fact that Elisabeth was old and fat, she was very experienced and pleasured me as much as I had pleasured her. I wondered if I would have as much fun with Jutta today. I certainly hoped so.

I walked from the stairwell to Jutta’s apartment and, just as I pressed her bell push, a door further down the corridor opened and out came Frau Schmidt. As soon as she saw me, she smiled at me, the sort of smile that said, ‘I know what you are up to!’ Frau Schmidt winked at me as she passed and I felt my face colouring up. I turned and watched her walking away from me. She had a lovely figure and such pretty legs. I didn’t realise I was staring at her beautiful bum undulating its way down the passage until I was aware of Jutta standing at the open doorway, peeking out to see what had attracted my attention. When I finally turned my attention to her, she smiled benignly and welcomed me in.

“You like Heidi?” Jutta asked me, with no hint of disapproval.

“Well,” I stammered as I felt my face go red, “I…I…I …”

“That’s alright, Kurt. Yes, she’s a very lovely woman. I watch her myself sometimes. Come in, come in. I may not have her body but I can give you lots of fun.”

She turned me round, hugged me close, put her full, fleshy lips upon mine and gave me as sweet a kiss as I’ve ever had. Tender, but I felt there was the hint that passion might break out at any time. It felt nice to be cushioned against her big, soft bosom. Still maintaining that kiss, she stripped me of my shirt and pushed my shorts to my knees after negotiating around my stiffening prick. I, in turn, slipped her house robe off her shoulders and was just a little surprised that she was naked underneath. But then I was not wearing underwear either.

We had to break off to get rid of my shorts then she led me to her bedroom. Although she was not small by any means, she was at least 20 kilos less than Elisabeth was. After yesterday, I discovered that I liked extra flesh. It is so lovely and soft to lie upon.

She sat me down on the side of the bed. “Did you like Elisabeth’s lipstick yesterday,” she asked.

“Yes it was sexy, after I got used to the idea.”

“I taught her to do it. Will you wear my lipstick today?”

I told her that I was very happy to oblige. Jutta’s chosen colour was a bright scarlet and I watched her layering the lipstick on her own lips then she gave me the same treatment. “Now, Kurt, I want you to mark my breasts with your lips,” here her voice changed to a conspiratorial whisper, “and I want you to mark them like you gave Elisabeth – the marks that don’t wash off.”

As soon as we were side by side on the bed, I took charge of her nearest tit and put my lipstick kiss on that one then the other. As I had done with Elisabeth bayan escort merter yesterday, I set to work sucking up big love bites, alternating between her tits so the marks matched those of her friend.

Once she was marked to her satisfaction, she encouraged me to play with her breasts and suckle at her nipples. As I sucked her hard nubs, I held a lovely breast in both hands, squeezing and moulding the soft flesh quite roughly but Jutta seemed to be enjoying the treatment she was receiving: she was almost purring like a kitten.

When I switched to give the other breast a similar handling, she moved one of my hands down her body to her pussy, which felt hot and moist, ready for whatever I was going to do. I slipped a finger up and down her plump nether lips, straying now and then to her clitoris, which was sticking out as hard as her nipples. She seemed very sensitive down there and shuddered with each touch.

Jutta’s breathing was becoming more laboured and she pushed my head down to her groin. As it had yesterday, the fascinating, exciting, smell of her pussy invaded my nostrils and my tongue reached out to taste her nectar, tickling her perineum and lapping all the way up her pussy lips. Her flavour was different from Elisabeth’s, being light and thin-tasting: just as delicious in its own way so I continued to lap as I had started.

As I was servicing her pussy, I looked up to see Jutta lift a breast to her mouth and suck on the nipple. Her fingers were mauling the soft globe as her hips started to lift to meet my tongue. I took hold of her legs and looped her thighs over my shoulders, the better to spread her wide open. I briefly tongued her bum hole and her body jerked as she uttered a small cry. She obviously liked what I had just done so I switched my attention to that little hole, lapping over it and pushing the tip of my tongue inside. The taste was different but nice in its own way: I was enjoying myself and my prick was standing rock hard as I dry humped her leg.

Jutta must have sensed my growing urgency as she pulled my body further up hers until my erection nudged at her pussy. She pushed her hands between us and pulled her lower lips wide open as she welcomed my penetration. She groaned a little then gave out a long sigh as I buried myself deep within her body.

I bent my face to hers, spreading her legs even wider, and kissed her mouth. She took hold of my head and started licking the taste of herself off my face, pausing now and then to give me a tongue-thrusting kiss. Her lapping at my face finished, we concentrated on a frenzied kiss, our tongues fighting a friendly battle. I was aware of the taste of her lipstick mashing against my own. Yes, I liked this taste too, but I concentrated on banging into her pussy until I was groaning and humping in anticipation of my climax and finally called her name in the exquisite release as I felt spurt after spurt pumping into her depths. My lover wrapped her legs round my back and pulled me as far inside her as possible and she squealed her own shuddering orgasm.

She continued to use her legs to keep me inside her, every few seconds lifting her hips and squeezing my prick with her internal muscles. I never fully deflated because of this stimulation and when she presented anadolu yakası escort bayan her nipple to my mouth, I latched my lips round the hard nub and suckled like a baby, my tool started coming back to life.

“Mmmmmmm …” she hummed softly, giving my growing prick an extra squeeze, “something is coming back for more.” Soon I was hard enough to begin sliding up and down inside her, slowly and gently, filling her depths as she encouraged me. Having come once, there was not so much urgency so I was happy to let my body and tool take up a regular slow rhythm. Jutta was obviously enjoying this because she was kept murmuring my name: she was almost purring like a cuddled kitten. Every few minutes she would give out a shuddering groan as another minor orgasm washed through her.

After several of these, and keeping herself impaled upon my tool, she rolled us over so I was on my back and she was on top of me, rotating her hips as she continued to fuck me, still slow and undemanding. Now she was doing most of the work down there, I took hold of a lovely squishy tit, giving it a thorough mauling and pinching the nipples hard. Each time I tweaked the nipple, I heard a sharp intake of breath from her and her pussy would grind down on my tool before her hips resumed their rhythmic rotations. Eventually her movements became faster: she was really grinding our pubic bones together and her rising excitement encouraged me to match her thrust for thrust until, both together, we cried out and I pumped another load into her belly while her body just shook and shook. She remained impaled upon my tool until it finally slipped out, causing her to sigh contentedly then roll off me.

I was pleased at the respite because she was so heavy with her whole weight resting on me. She kissed me briefly then reached for her lipstick and renewed our lips. We kissed again, tasting the lipstick in a long and unhurried smooch as she encouraged me to play with her breasts and finger her sloppy pussy, her own hand toying with my soft penis and testicles. Her handling of me brought me to a state of semi-hard but it was a long while before my prick decided it was time to come back to life.

Jutta reached to her bedside cabinet and retrieved a bottle of some kind of lotion and poured a generous pool between her breasts which she massaged together to spread the lotion around. My prick was also given a coating. “Fuck my tits, Kurt,” she told me. “Slide that prick of yours through the valley of my tits. Shoot your juices over my face.”

I crawled up her body until my prick was resting between her breasts which she pushed together to engulf my tool. It felt really nice, sliding through that softness and we both watched as the purple head pushed out at the top, aiming towards her mouth. I started to fuck her tits, fascinated by the appearance and disappearance of the top of my prick in the slippery gap. When I had built up a rhythm, Jutta encouraged me to take over pressing her tits together, leaving her hands free to cup my buttocks and push them in time with my own thrusting.

Meanwhile I was not only pressing Jutta’s tits together, I was giving them a good mauling, digging my fingers into the pliant flesh harshly but she only smiled happily and encouraged me. One of bayan escort besiktaş her hands left my bum briefly and when it returned, I felt something cold dribbling between my bum cheeks and down over my anus. She massaged the lotion all around my bum, her fingertip sliding over my rosebud deliciously then eventually just penetrating my anus. I decided that I definitely liked what she was doing when her finger slid all the way in and started to fuck me. Elisabeth had done the same in the shower yesterday

I was surprised that it didn’t hurt at all, even when a second finger joined the first and they both rammed into me, each thrust sending my prick sliding up the oily channel towards her mouth which was partly open with her heavy breathing. “Come for me Kurt,” she panted, “I want your seed.” All the sensations came together and I groaned out loud as I felt myself getting to the point of no return. “Yes, Kurt. Do it. Do it now!”

Her fingers rammed home as far as possible, my own fingers squeezed her nipples harshly and my sperm pulsed onto her forehead and nose. The next spurts, over her upper lip and into her open mouth and the last couple just dribbled onto her cleavage. Jutta grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss while her face was still dripping my sperm. I tasted myself on her lips, mingling with our lipstick. The taste of my own juice was really nice and now I knew why women liked to give a blow job. I licked her face clean and shared it with her as we kissed.

We rolled aside and I looked down at her breasts. The two dark love bites were surrounded by smaller bruises where my fingers had dug in harshly. I ran my hand over the lovely soft flesh, looked her in the eyes. “Sorry, Jutta, I’ve put some bruises on your breasts.”

She looked down as I held a breast up for her to examine the marks. There was a happy smile on her face as she said, “They look just fine, Kurt, and I enjoyed you making them. I love having my tits hurt,” and almost triumphantly finished, “Elisabeth will be jealous when I show her what you have done.” She kissed me thoroughly again.

“Would you like some lunch? I have a chicken salad in the fridge.”

“Yes, please. I’d like that,” I responded.

“Right, then, you go and clean up in the shower. I’ll get the lunch out then join you there.”

I left the bathroom door open and turned the shower on. The lukewarm water cascading over my head and body was refreshing in the sweltering, oppressive atmosphere and I just enjoyed relaxing in the spray, eyes closed until I felt Jutta wrap her arms around me. I felt her breasts cushion against my back as her hands snaked round to my flaccid tool. It felt really pleasant and soothing but that did not last long as she slathered me in shower gel and washed me down, Not hurriedly but not lingering for long anywhere. I had to do the same for her, once she had rinsed me off. She would not let me stay on her private places, encouraging me to finish and rinse her.

We dried each other off and she wrapped a dry towel around my waist, pulling on a bath robe to cover herself but she didn’t close or belt it. Before we sat down for lunch, she painted our lips again.

The table was laid out with two places side by side, a delicious salad on the table along with a large glass of wine each. Soon we were tucking into the food and my hostess urged me to drink the wine. By the time we finished eating, Jutta and I had shared one and one half bottles of wine.

“Now, my little stallion,” she said, shrugging off her robe and pulling my towel away, “make love to me once again before you go.”

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“Can you feel that?”

He growled in my ear, His voice low and sinister, and I shivered in response. He had me pinned face down on the bed, holding me by the back of the neck, His very hard and aroused cock pressed against my ass. There was this primal heat coming off of His body and soaking into mine where we touched…. this palpable energy tinged with lust and need and it was intertwining with my own need, my own lust. I moaned loudly into the mattress, aroused beyond belief by Him, by His dominance, by the unleashed quality of His actions. It was overwhelming me, filling me, fueling my own lust until it became this palpable, powerful thing between us, building and building to a point of no return.

His other hand gripped the waistband of my skirt and yanked it roughly down my legs, exposing me to Him. “Spread your legs,” He ordered and I did as instructed, spreading my legs, exposing my already dripping wet pussy to His eyes. “Wider,” He growled at me as His hand came down on my ass, hard enough to make me yelp as I spread my legs as wide as I could, lifting my hips, exposing myself to Him as much as possible in that position. He thrust His hand in between my legs hard, His fingers sliding in the wetness that was dripping between the swollen lips of my sex. escort bayan topkapı I could hear Him breathing. I could smell my arousal filling the room as He touched me, His hand on my neck still pressing me into the mattress. Taking His fingers, He spread the lips of my pussy open roughly and I yelped a little as I felt myself being stretched wide. I knew He was looking at me. I could almost feel His eyes on my pussy, looking at how red and swollen I was; noticing how the wetness of my arousal was slowly sliding down my thighs. Watching my clit as it became engorged, begging for attention. I wanted Him. I wanted Him so badly in that moment. I wanted to feel Him inside of me. I wanted Him to fuck me.

“You were a very naughty little slut today,” He whispered as His fingers began stroking my clit. I moved my hips, trying to rub myself against His fingers harder but He pulled His hand away and smacked my ass, telling me to be still. I tried to remain still, really I did. But He was stroking my clit with His fingers, leaning over me so that I could feel the weight of Him on my back, and whispering in my ear, telling me what happened to naughty little sluts who were bad, and I couldn’t keep my hips from moving against His hand. I was moaning and moving escort bayan kadıköy my hips against His hand and asking to cum, no pleading to cum. But He was having none of that.

I felt Him stand up, but He kept the hand on the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. And then, with His other hand, He began to spank me. Each blow landed in the same spot, right on the most sensitive spot on my body and soon I was moaning with each strike. My ass was stinging and red hot, but He hadn’t stopped. He kept spanking me and spanking me and spanking me until I was screaming and moaning at the same time, the pain overtaking my body and pushing me up and up and up into that primal part of me. When He finally stopped, tears were running down my cheeks, my breath was coming in ragged gasps, and my whole body was shaking.

“Tell me what you need slut,” He growled at me as I felt Him pressing His hard, hot cock against my pussy. I tried to move back into Him, but He pulled away and I knew if I wanted to be fucked, I’d have to be still. He moved His hand up into my hair and pulled my head off of the bed and told me again, to tell Him what I needed. I caught our reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room and gasped at the eroticism of it. escort bayan fındıkzade I looked wild, hair messed up, and eyes wide and wet with the tears that were still streaming down my face, my lips puffy and swollen with desire; and Him standing behind me, looking fierce and primal Himself. “I need you to fuck me, please” I sobbed and He smirked at me in the mirror. I honestly believe He would have teased me if He hadn’t already reached that point Himself; that point where want becomes need and all you can think about is that release.

He thrust into me forcefully, spreading me open and filling me in an instant. I moaned His name as I watched Him in the mirror. He moved His hands so that they were gripping my hips bruisingly, His fingernails digging into my skin. I braced myself up on my hands so that I could keep watching Him as He fucked me furiously, moving in and out, slamming into me so hard that the mattress beneath me was moving with the force of each thrust. And then, He looked at me in the mirror and our eyes locked. A jolt of energy ripped through me when He whispered “Cum for me,” and my body exploded.

This primal growling sound ripped from my throat as I felt Him cumming inside of me, His hips pumping furiously, the sound of His body slamming into mine was drowned out by my screams as I felt myself cumming and cumming and cumming so powerfully that for a minute I could not longer see. My arms collapsed and I fell onto the bed as He pulled out of me slowly and lifted my legs onto the bed before lying next to me and wrapping me in His arms.

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He was a regular client; not especially frequent, but certainly regular. He would call every two months or so, sometimes every two weeks; the longest interval had been three months. He had been calling for nearly three years now.

She wondered what his story was. He didn’t talk much, and he didn’t want to have sex with her. It could have been disquieting and, in the beginning, it had been. But now she knew what to expect. Which didn’t stop her from being extremely curious.

At the appointed time, she knocked on the door of the usual hotel room. He opened it wide, standing aside to let her enter. She walked in and stood before the bed, unbuttoning her coat, taking it off and laying it on the back of a chair. He was sitting on the bed now facing her.

Standing there in only a deep blue, lacy thong with matching garter belt and stockings, and high-heeled shoes, she wondered again to herself what his story was. He was quite a good-looking man, in his forties probably, but looked kind of sad, empty almost. He turned to where it lay beside him on şişli escort the bed, and picked it up with two hands, cradling it almost reverently. He extended his arms to offer it to her, and she took it by the shoulders, dropping it towards the floor and stepping into it, slowly and steadily. She inched it up her legs, pulling it little by little over her hips, sliding her hands through the armholes, and using her opposite hands to move it slowly up her arms and onto her shoulders.

It was a beautiful dress, strangely cut, but in a beautiful midnight blue shade of satin. Its plunging neckline reached almost to her waist, and the draping behind dropped all the way to the small of her back. A fine silver chain across her collarbone stopped it from slipping off her shoulders, and she fastened it now.

She turned slowly all the way round so he could appreciate it from every angle. As she faced him again, she saw that familiar look in his eyes, the emptiness gone, almost sparkling. Happiness? Lust? Something of both. He was unfastening ümraniye bayan escort his pants now, freeing his erect cock from its confinement, and beginning to stroke himself. She knew it wasn’t her that inspired these feelings but the dress.

She started to hum a sultry tune in her head and swayed in time with it, making the folds of the material sway also, swishing as they brushed against each other. The light from the lamps made the fabric shimmer as she turned and moved. Her curiosity was overwhelming her, but she hid her skepticism well. What was with this man and this dress? Was it just a dress or did it have a history? The effect on him was impressive in any case. His eyes were half-closed now but he was still watching her, watching the dress, and he stroked more quickly, his hand firm on his long, thick shaft, rising and falling to some other tune than the one she was humming. She mused that it was a waste of all the money he was paying her, but who was she to argue?

She turned again, a little twirl now, making the dress escort bayan nişantaşı circle outwards, and then swayed again from side to side. He was close now, and was forcing his eyes wide to look at the movement of the gleaming satin as his hand moved rapidly up and down. She didn’t turn again because she knew what he wanted. He had been very clear with his instructions all that time ago: she would not talk, would not question; he would not touch. His hand was a blur now, and suddenly he grunted and his cum arched across the small space that separated them, landing at the point of the V of the neckline, and again full on the front of the dress, and again, and again.

She stood there for a short while as he surveyed the effect of his handiwork. When he was ready, he smiled and nodded at her. She walked sedately to the bathroom to remove the dress. As she took it off, she realized there was a drop of cum at the top of her abdomen. She scooped it up with her finger and, hesitating only a second or two, placed her finger in her mouth. What a waste.

She laid the dress on the toilet seat and returned to the room to put her coat back on. As she finished fastening it, she picked up the bills he had left for her on the table, nodded to him and left.

***

Inspired by Depeche Mode’s Blue Dress, from the Violator album

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The name is Monique Jeannette Henderson. A six-foot-one, heavyset, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, beautiful young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts-Boston, where I major in civil engineering. This right here of my tale of getting by in the city of Boston. It’s hard out here for a sister but I’m starting to realize that brothers have it just as tough if not tougher at times.

Take my man Andy Peterson for instance. This six-foot-four, broad-shouldered, chubby but still ruggedly handsome young black man is the captain of the men’s rugby club at University of Massachusetts-Boston. He’s popular, and a gifted student. Yet ever since we’ve been hanging out, I discovered just how lonely he was. Andy grew up in the Republic of Haiti and misses his homeland sorely. I can relate. I live in Brockton and commute to Boston. Bean town may be just a half hour away from the city of champions by car, but it’s a whole other world. I can understand the loneliness that Andy feels, believe me.

Life hasn’t been a bed of roses lately. A lot of things have happened in the world. America elected its first black president. Just a couple of years after the state of Massachusetts elected its first black Governor and the city of Atlanta, Georgia, elected its first black female Mayor. And now a black man is Governor of New York. Wow. Progress has been made. But the fight isn’t over. That’s what I try to explain to my fellow black college students these days. We have to keep working hard to make it. Our people are counting on us. Haitians. Cape Verdeans. African-Americans. Jamaicans. Africans. We’re all just one tribe. The sons and daughters of Mother Africa.

In Andy Peterson, I found a devoted friend and someone who shared my beliefs. He’s the first male friend I made at the university. The fact that he was also bisexual didn’t phase me one bit. I knew there were lots of bisexual black men out there. And as a bisexual black woman, I don’t have a problem with them. My policy is to live and let love. Andy was a really nice guy and I felt really comfortable talking to him. So I shared a painfully private tale with him as we sat down in the Healey Library one afternoon. Last year I was a freshman and escort şişli got involved with this tall, slim and absolutely beautiful young Haitian woman named Rosa Joseph. She was fine as hell, and an out and proud black lesbian. I was drawn to her and we became friends. She showed me a world I didn’t know existed. The world of out and proud black gay men and black lesbians. Rosa was a member of the Haitian Gays and Lesbians Alliance. An organization based in New York which devoted itself to helping Haitians who happened to be gay, lesbian, bisexual or transsexual. Rosa became my mentor in this new world. And I fell madly in love with her.

Folks, we had a torrid romance. Two beautiful young black women falling in love. I never thought I’d say this but I was madly in love with this woman. I belonged to her. Mind, body and soul. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Rosa. She changed my life and she changed my world. I didn’t know I was into women until I met her. I mean, I had felt some attraction to sexy young ladies growing up but mainly, I was into men. Tall, handsome black men. I thought my interest in women was mere curiosity. Rosa taught me otherwise. Or should I say she showed me otherwise. With Rosa, I learned that there was nothing wrong with two women loving each other. We walked through the halls of the University of Massachusetts while holding hands. I felt no fear or shame. In fact, I was proud. And I thought Rosa and I would be together forever.

Then one day, Rosa shattered my heart into a million pieces. She told me that she had met someone, and fallen in love. I couldn’t believe it. Was she serious? How could she do this to me? I thought she loved me. Rosa coldly told me that she had fallen out of love with me for some time, and simply wasn’t sure how to break up with me. She told me that I was clingy. Too emotionally needy for her taste. Also, she told me that I didn’t satisfy her in bed. I never thought the lesbian bed death would occur between us. I thought we had a passionate, loving relationship. I thought I rocked her world just as much as she rocked mine. Rosa rolled her eyes at me and told me that she would never date a newbie like me again. I asked her who her new love interest was. And it was none other than escort bayan taksim Patricia Blake, this recently divorced black woman who lived in our building with her son Matthew. I couldn’t believe it! Apparently, she and Rosa had been having an affair right under my nose. Wow.

You think you know someone and then you wake up one day and find out you didn’t know them at all. I thought Patricia Blake was a straight woman. I’d seen her talk to Rosa, but I didn’t think nothing of it. Patricia was a single mother raising a son after her husband Jeremiah left her for her best friend Bianca. Nothing about her exactly screamed lesbian or even bisexual. So I didn’t see her as a threat to my relationship with Rosa. Wow. I can’t believe how naïve I was. Yeah. Just like that, the woman I loved left me for another woman. An ugly older woman too. Wow. It took me a while, but I eventually moved on. Life goes on, as they say. I’m not the first person to get their hearts broken and I know I’m not going to be the last. Rosa and Patricia were going to be together and there was nothing I could do about it. Rather than to fight for someone who didn’t want to be with me, I chose to show myself more respect and move on gracefully.

Since Rosa left me, I’ve gone out with a few gay and bisexual black women and a couple of straight ( as far as I know ) black men. None of them really lit my fire. They weren’t bad people. They simply didn’t make my heart skip a beat, or rock my world the way Rosa did. Not that I was looking for a whirlwind romance. The last thing I needed was to hook up with another heartbreaker. A sexy woman or a hunky man who would stomp all over my heart before shacking up with someone else. No thank you. Next time I romance someone or I get romanced, I’m taking my sweet time to make sure I know who and what I’m dealing with. That’s my policy from now on. Thank you very much.

Once I was done with the story, I looked at Andy. The young Haitian man looked at me. His eyes were filled with sympathy and understanding. Without a word, he took my hand in his and squeezed. I smiled and he smiled back. He didn’t need to say anything. That lone gesture was enough. He let me know he’d be there for me no matter what. And just like that, kartal escort bayan we were the best of friends. We became inseparable. I’ve never had a male best friend before. Especially a tall, fine-looking bisexual black man like Andy Peterson. I don’t know what I’m in for but I think I’m in good hands. We should all have a good friend who’s a member of the opposite sex. Someone to keep us honest, you know. I think such people bring balance to our lives. I don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend but Andy is my best friend. And for now, he’s enough.

Of course, one night, that all changed. Hey, even strong Black women have needs. I asked Andy to come over and he ended up spending the night. Man, the stuff we did was amazing. We got naked, and smeared oil all over each other’s bodies. Then I took his big Black dick into my mouth and sucked his dick like cock sucking was going out of style. I fingered his ass while sucking his cock and he loved it. When he came, I drank all of his manly seed. Afterwards, I spread my plump thighs and asked him to lick my pussy. He did. He licked my pussy and fingered my snatch with those nimble fingers of his. I loved it. Then, he shoved his dick into my pussy and began drilling his cock into me. I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming him inside of me. I hadn’t had any in a while and I wanted to make up for lost time. He pounded my pussy like he was paying for it, and I screamed to high heaven.

We got down and dirty, folks. After he got done fucking my pussy, I got on all fours and spread my plump ass cheeks for him. Yes, this Black sister wanted some anal, and the brother known as Andy was happy to oblige. He lubricated my ass, then slid his cock into my butt hole. It had been a while since I got fucked in the ass but it turned out to be like riding a bicycle. Andy placed his hands on my hips and thrust his cock deep into me. He slammed his cock deep into my ass, making me scream. And I absolutely loved it. He fucked my ass hard until he came, flooding my asshole with his manly cum.

Still not sated, I whipped out my strap-on dildo and made Andy get on all fours. Then I came up behind him and pushed my dildo into his ass. Who says Black men don’t like strap-on sex? I fucked him good, drilling my dildo up his ass as he screamed in pleasure. Andy’s ass was no virgin and he loved what I did for him. I stroked his cock while pounding my dildo into his ass. We both came who knows how many times that night. And just like that, we went from friends to lovers. It was great.

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