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The work night was the typical boring Friday night at the local burger joint. I was the assistant manager making a big $4.85 an hour and in charge of a crew of four. Carrie was the number one cashier. Six nights a week there was a janitor that came in and cleaned so we could leave with just a quick wipe down. On Friday nights however, we had to do the work of the janitor so it wasn’t unusual to get home after 2:00 AM. Carrie had finished her front end cleanup and asked me if there was anything she could do to help finish the rest of the cleanup so we could all leave a little earlier. She was the same age as I was, had nice reddish-auburn hair, a cute smile and a great looking set of 32B tits under her cute orange and white burger uniform. Plus, she always smelled great, which is hard to do in a greasy burger restaurant.

Nearing the end of the night, she asked me if I would be able to give her a ride home, because her car was broken down. “No problem,” I said.

I lived just a few blocks from her house. We locked up the store and headed home in my ’69 Roadrunner with a front seat big enough to sleep in. I pulled up in front of her house and she slid across the seat and gave me a long deep french kiss, reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants and asked if she could have a ride home again the next night. “Sure.” I stammered.

I was in shock from the kiss and the rub through the pants. I drove home as fast as I could, went straight to the bathroom and wacked off just imagining what Saturday night was going to bring.

On Saturday I could hardly keep my mind on my work and every time I turned around, there was Carrie. I found myself watching her as she walked by to get a roll of quarters, or when she came back to the grill area to help with a large kahramanmaraş escort order. She smelled especially sweet tonight and I noticed the top button was open on her uniform, showing just a hint of a white lace bra when she bent forward. She asked me again if I was going to be able to give her a ride home after work. I smiled and told her, “Of course.”

I had no idea what was wrong with her car, but since it gave me just a small shot to look under that lace bra or maybe get some hand action from her, it was fine with me if it was never fixed. She finished her cleanup very quickly as usual and went off to the ladies room. When she came out a few minutes later, her hair was brushed, her makeup was fixed, she had fresh lipstick on her sweet lips and she had just refreshed her perfume. She asked me for my keys and said she would be waiting in the car. I’m not sure how well my cleanup crew did that night, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted to get in that car with Carrie and hit the road.

As we approached her house, she asked me to shut off my car about 2 blocks early and just coast to a stop in front of her house. She didn’t want to wake her father with my noisy Plymouth. The street was dark except for the lone streetlight about a 1/2 block away. As the car rolled to a stop, she slid across the seat and layed a long and hard french kiss on me just as the night before. I was not stunned at all this time, and tried to keep up with her skilled tongue. My free left hand was wrapped around her waist and I slowly started undoing the buttons on her uniform. As I reached the last button, she slid her hand into the front of her white lace bra and pulling up on the center strip, let her perfect tits loose. We kissed for several more moments, as I slowly fondled and caressed her left, then kastamonu escort her right breast. Circling her nipples, I could feel her breathing becoming heavier and she broke off the kiss, laying her head back on the seat. Her eyes closed slightly, and she pressed her chest forward, silently begging me to do what I wanted with her fine tits.

I lowered my head to suck her small hard nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth, gently flicking it with my tongue, making her hotter and hotter. I made a move down her flat belly, lower towards her snatch. She slid her hand into the way and placed my hand back on her breast. My cock was straining in my pants, and almost as if she could read my mind, she reached over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and sprang my rock hard seven inch prick out of my pants.

I had never been so turned on and without a word between us, she slid off the seat onto her knees and smoothly slid my cock into her warm mouth. I felt her fingers cup my balls underneath, as she slowly sucked up and down my rod. She stroked with one hand, stopping from time to time to squeeze precome from the tip and flick it off with her curling tongue. My hands reached in front of her and fondled each of her tits, gently tweaking each hard little nipple, causing her to make sweet moaning sounds as she worked her mouth on my dick. Faster and faster she stroked and sucked, rolling my balls with one hand, and smoothly jerking me to an orgasm with the other. She was an expert with her tongue. I moved her hair out of the way so I could get a better view of her sucking my cock. She stopped for just a second and begged, “Keep squeezing my tits, it feels great.”

No need to beg, I thought, I could stay here all night. I climbed closer and closer to shooting my load and she kayseri escort kept moaning as I squeezed her jugs and almost without warning, I felt my balls clench and shoot a monster load of cum into her ready and waiting mouth. She never missed a drop, slowly jerking and milking until she had swallowed every last drop.

I couldn’t beleive what a skilled tongue she had. I helped her back onto the seat. I wanted to make her come, so I once again tried to slide my hand into the band of her pants. She made a half-hearted effort to stop me, but she was definately still turned on from the blowjob. I slid my hand all the way into her panties, and found her slit was soaked. I felt her lift her ass off the seat and I used my other hand to help her get her pants and panties down to her knees. I twirled my finger inside her and slowly started finger fucking her, while I diddled her clit with my thumb. Soon she was writhing on the seat and bucking her hips up and down, as she neared her own orgasm. She grabbed my hand and pushed down, trying to get me deeper and deeper inside. I slid a second and then a third finger inside her dripping pussy, and pounded her with long smooth strokes. I lowered my head for a mouthful of tit, tweaking her nipple with my teeth. I felt her gasp and breathlessly moan, “Oh God, I’m coming.”

She grabbed my fucking hand and squeezed her legs together, holding my hand in a vise grip between her thighs until her spasm left her.

We were both panting and sweaty, as we slowly pulled our clothes back on. I gave her one last kiss and hug before she got out of the car and I watched her walk into her house. I drove the few blocks to my house and went upstairs to take a shower. As I turned on the bathroom light and started to get undressed, I saw that the hand that I was finger-fucking her with was covered in blood. What a time for her period! That’s why she was pushing my hand away.

We’ve both married and have had this hot secret between us for over 25 years. I still see her from time to time and the first thing I think of when our eyes meet is that totally hot summer night in a ’69 Roadrunner. I hope she thinks the same thing.

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1

She came to Medley Hall twice a year to visit his employer, her grandfather, Lord Templeton, but the last time she’d been here, Toby Linton had almost lost his job.

He remembered it well, a mixture of good feelings and bad now blending within him as the memories danced around in his mind. For it had been pleasurable to be around Miss Templeton, she had always been a strikingly attractive girl, as long as Toby could recall, and as her years increased between her infrequent visits to the leafy Hampshire countryside, her looks only became more and more bewitching.

“I’m feeling cold, Toby, very cold. I want you to put an extra sweater on me today.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Can be seen shivering when she gets here, eh?”

She had always flirted with Toby – if for no other reason than the fact that he was the only member of the staff of her own age – but it had always been a game rather than anything serious. She knew as well as he did that his primary function was to serve her grandfather, particularly when he had taken over as valet, taking personal responsibility for the fragile lord’s person.

“No sir, of course not.”

“I think that green one will do.”

But the last few times Miss Templeton had been to Medley Hall, she’d been spending more and more time with Toby, dragging him away from her grandfather to get him to show her round the gardens or take her riding through the various bridle paths in the beautiful rolling green countryside. And Toby had enjoyed spending time with her.

Yet the last time she’d been at Medley Hall, Miss Templeton had rung for him in the middle of the night, asking him to stay with her a while since she could not sleep

Now, as he dressed Lord Templeton, buttoning up the elderly gentleman’s spotless starched white shirt in preparation for her arrival once again at Medley Hall, he felt real nerves flutter around inside his chest. He remembered how Swainson, the stuffy butler had burst into the room that night, apologising to Miss Templeton but dragging Toby out into the corridor for a serious dressing-down. He remembered the red-faced butler demanding to know why Toby had been in Miss Templeton’s room at such an hour, shouting that Lord Templeton had been ringing for him for nearly half an hour while he was attempting to seduce the poor man’s granddaughter.

“Yes, I may be eighty-four, Toby, but I can’t be seen shivering – not by anyone.”

“No, sir.”

“If a man doesn’t have dignity, Toby, a man has nothing worth anything.”

That little incident had nearly cost Toby his job – and no one hired valets without good references, so it may have cost him his career. He’d had a long lecture about how dangerous it was getting involved in an affair with an employer’s relative – and despite Toby’s own protestations that he had not purposefully been trying to seduce Miss Templeton, the lecture had been long – and he was warned in future to keep away from her.

But now she was coming back to Medley Hall, Toby was slightly worried. Because although he had never done anything morally reprehensible with Miss Templeton, if he was suspected of it, that was bad enough as far as Swainson was concerned. Swainson had been looking for a way to get rid of him for a while now, because Swainson was looking for a way to get his nephew a post at Medley Hall.

“Right,” said Lord Templeton, reaching for his cane before pulling his elderly frame up onto his feet, “she should be here in a few minutes. Shall we go?”

“Certainly, sir,” Toby replied meekly, assisting the old man in his sluggish shuffle towards the elevator. Why the old man did not get a wheelchair was beyond Toby’s reasoning: it would have been so much easier. But pride was a huge part of Lord Templeton’s temperament, and being seen in a wheelchair was not something for a man of his social standing as far as he was concerned.

As the elevator sank through the elegant floors of the great house, Toby found himself getting more and more nervous. She was coming back – the most beautiful girl he’d ever met – and he was worried that he would be caught looking at her in a way less than professional. Because he did care for her – he’d grown up with her, despite only seeing her twice a year – and he liked her very much as a person. He also worried that she would get him in trouble. And deep down, he was worried that she would arrive and have her own life settled, and that she would no longer desire to spend time with him at all.

“Her car just drawing into the drive now, sir,” Swainson was there immediately they left the confines of the elevator on the ground floor. The tall butler escorted them through the lavishly furnished hall past the gloomy oil portraits of previous Templetons.

“Her room is ready, Swainson?” Lord Templeton demanded.

“Of course, sir, and Alice has placed fresh flowers in all the vases.”

“Grand.”

Standing out in the drive like that, their polished shoes motionless in the clean yellow gravel, the servants watched as the shiny tokat escort black Rolls Royce approached. Winter had turned to spring and the green oaks dotted across the estate were full with their brilliant green regalia, their fresh leaves so beautiful in the light breeze.

“Miss Templeton will want her supper fairly soon,” Swainson said to the cook as they stood there in front of the house, the glossy black Rolls Royce drawing closer and closer as it progressed towards them up the drive. “You’ll fetch her luggage and take it up to her room, Toby,” the irritatingly smug man continued, always seeming to enjoy ordering Toby around.

And then, as the vehicle came to a halt in front of them, they were all silent. Swainson stepped forwards to open the Lady’s door.

Toby was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been now. He’d worked at Medley Hall for most of his life, and even though he was still fairly young, it would be hard getting employment elsewhere in this modern age with no real qualifications and no references. Miss Templeton held the key to his future: if Swainson suspected anything, he would be out on his ear.

His heart was in his throat as Swainson opened the door of the sleek black Rolls Royce. Miss Templeton stepped out of the car. Toby stopped breathing. Wow. His first glimpse of her was like a punch in the stomach as he was reminded of her real beauty. She was absolutely astonishing.

She took two steps up to her grandfather, stooping slightly to kiss his cheeks – age had robbed him of height as well as strength.

“My dear, how is life treating you?” Lord Templeton asked.

“Great, thanks,” she smiled – such a sweet smile, “I’m in college now, grandpa.”

Her accent had always seemed slightly glamorous to Toby – the sharpened consonants and altered vowels from across the Atlantic being more at home on the silver screen that in reality in the sleepy shires of England. Part of it was Toby’s love of the cinema, part of it was his stifled desire to see the world – not something a simple servant had to look forward to. But part of it was merely the complete package: Miss Lisa Templeton was exquisite, and made his whole body seem light as a feather whenever she was around him.

“Would you care to have some lunch, Miss?” Toby heard Swainson asking Miss Templeton as he moved to take her luggage from the roof of the car.

“Sure,” she said, “later, though. First I want to get changed– I’ve been travelling in these far too long.”

“Very well, Miss.”

And as Toby took her two suitcases past her, he briefly caught her eye. The connection between them was fleeting, but it set his heart alight with its intensity. There was no doubting that she still felt something for him in the same way he did for her – but that might not be a good thing.

2

He was in her bedroom – so elegant and feminine with its four poster bed draped in spring colours and the various arrangements of flowers – having deposited the two heavy suitcases ready for Alice to unpack, when Miss Templeton arrived.

He was already breathing heavily, his skin flushed and his flesh warmed by the effort of heaving those solid cases along the various corridors up to this room, but now his heart quickened even further.

Alice, the maid, followed her in, but Miss Templeton turned to her and smiled, saying that she would not be needed. A brief expression of bafflement escaped the thirty-year-old maid, who was normally the one to help Miss Templeton with her person, but who was she to question Lord Templeton’s granddaughter? She did as she was bid, and retired from the bedroom. Toby caught her eye briefly, and a look of solidarity passed between them – Toby knew he could trust Alice not to alert Swainson to this breach of protocol, since Alice like most of the rest of the staff was no great follower of the stuffy butler.

“Uh… will that be all, Miss?” Toby asked the attractive auburn-haired girl. His job had been to bring her suitcases up to her room, and that had been accomplished.

“Aren’t you going to unpack for me, Toby?” she said, sitting down on the large velvet-covered bed.

“Uh… if you would like me to, Miss,” he said, the confusion clear in his voice.

“Good,” she grinned, loving her power over him, “you know, I always liked you best out of all the servants.”

“Thank you, Miss,” Toby tried not to blush by concentrating his mind on the job at hand – unpacking the suitcases.

“Do you think my grandfather looks frail, Toby?” she asked.

Toby was not awfully familiar with the female items of clothing, but he did his best. The walk-in wardrobe was already filled to quite some extent with a certain amount of her clothes, which was why she needed only these two large suitcases for her fortnight’s stay. But there was enough in the suitcases to keep Toby busy for a while. He tried not to focus on the items of a more personal nature, the lacy underwear and so on, because to think of what the beautiful petite American girl dressed yozgat escort in such a way made the blood stir between his legs.

“He is getting old, Miss,” Toby said, trying to be neutral. He knew she was hardly enamoured of her elderly grandfather – she only saw him twice a year, after all, and that was largely out of a sense of duty – but he still felt he needed to deal with her question with tact.

“I’ve never seen him so frail,” she said. “I shall miss him when he is gone, you know?”

“Of course, Miss.”

Miss Templeton’s parents were dead, so Lord Templeton was now the closest relative she had in her father’s birth country. Her mother had died during her childbirth, but her father had died in the Great War, just ten years ago. That had effected her greatly, but with time she had recovered her smile.

“He may still have many years ahead,” Toby tried to reassure her.

“I doubt that,” she said sadly.

He looked up at her, and she grinned knowingly at him. For a moment, he was unsure what she was grinning knowlingly at, but then he realised that he was holding a pile of her underwear.

“Do you like serving me, Toby?” she asked, her voice sounding innocent but her face displaying something that was less than innocence.

“Of course, Miss,” he replied.

“You’re sure you’re not just saying that because I might be your employer one day soon?”

“No, Miss,” he said.

But a fire seemed to have ignited within his chest. He had never really stopped to think about it, but if Lord Templeton did die, the whole estate would go to his granddaughter – his nearest direct descendant. Toby would be employed by Miss Templeton. What would that be like?

“Good,” she said with that satisfied smile, “I’ll enjoy having you as my personal servant, Toby. I’ll be able to tell you to do anything I want.”

“You can do that now, Miss,” he said – and it was true to some extent.

“No,” she said, “not quite. I’ll have you all to myself then, without my grandfather here to take you away when I most need you.”

“Uh… of course, Miss,” Toby said. The suitcases were, at last, emptied, and Toby stashed them away out of sight. He wanted to be out of there – he was sure Swainson would be wondering where he was. He walked back out of the wardrobe and was surprised to find that Miss Templeton had removed most of her clothes, and was now standing in merely her underwear. He avoided looking at her, but as she sat back down on the bed, her small petticoat riding up on those stunning legs, it was hard not to. She really was something, and he was really in trouble if anyone came into the room.

“Uh… will that be all, Miss?” he asked, praying that she would let him go. He was now trapped: if he walked out on her without being dismissed, he would be in trouble, but if he was caught in here with Miss Templeton in such a state, Lord Templeton would be informed and he would find his career prematurely ending.

“Will you not help me dress, Toby?” she asked innocuously.

“I…” he said, “I… I really should be seeing to your grandfather…”

She reached behind her to remove her petticoat, and he was given the most extraordinary sight of her slender thighs and elegant white lace knickers. It was incredible, quite taking his breath away. But it was also very strange: he had grown up with this girl, seeing her twice a year, helping her to enjoy her time at Medley Hall, an environment hardly suiting a young girl. Until a few years ago, he had never really been attracted to her, never really seen her as being of the opposite sex.

But now, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop seeing her that way. She was sitting there, asking him to take care of her personally – in a way that a maid usually did – dressed in only a few scraps of white lace and white cotton stockings with that sweet fragrance of her perfume so thick in the air. If he didn’t get the sack, he was going to go crazy.

“You mean you refuse to help me?” she asked.

“I… uh…” Toby didn’t know what to say.

“I’m kidding!” she giggled. “You go do whatever you have to do,” she smiled. “You know, in America we don’t have servants at all?”

“Of course, Miss,” he said, gratefully retiring as she let out a last giggle and breezed through into the elegant bathroom.

3

While Lord Templeton had lunch with his granddaughter, below the stairs Toby ate his midday meal with the other members of staff. At the beginning of the meal, after grace, Swainson had publicly warned them all to take care while around young Miss Templeton, for though her American ways were less formal than they were used to, there was no excuse for sloppy behaviour.

Toby knew this warning was aimed at him more than anyone else, and it made him blush slightly. How he hated Swainson. How he wished the snotty butler would leave.

There was a certain amount of excitement around the table for the remainder of the meal, for the staff liked having Miss Templeton around – zonguldak escort it was a connection to the outside world that normally wasn’t made with Medley Hall. Alice and the other maids bore most of the conversation, feverishly gossiping about the little they knew about Miss Templeton’s life and future plans.

Swainson was silent all meal – he never did hold any part of a conversation with the members of staff, he treated them as inferiors. Toby was also silent, for he had much to think about. It was clear that Swainson was gunning for his job, and that made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. But the image of Miss Templeton in her underwear was also prominent in his mind. He had not had much contact with the opposite sex – his job was so full-time that he never saw anyone not directly connected with Medley Hall, and the other members of staff were mostly much older than him.

He felt like a monk sometimes, but now he had had a vision of inestimable beauty, he felt real temptation – temptation that could ruin him. And there was Swainson, ready to watch him fall.

The meal was unpleasant: the tension between himself and the butler beginning to become unbearable. Towards the end of it, Toby was wondering if perhaps it might not be better for him to leave – hand in his notice before Swainson had the chance to sack him. At least then he’d have good references to take to another employer.

“Toby, they’ve nearly finished dessert.”

Toby looked up to see Davenport pop his head round the door, his black brill-creamed hair glistening in the dull light. Well, if the Templetons had nearly finished dessert, then he’d be needed to assist Lord Templeton to wherever he wanted to go next.

“Thanks,” he said, and excused himself from the table.

It was a relief to put his jacket back on and head out of the room, along the gloomy low-ceilinged corridor to the servants’ stairs up to the ground floor. He waited outside the dining room until at last Jeffrey came out again, and ushered him inside.

The dining room was designed to seat a party of at least twenty – in his younger days, Lord Templeton had hosted many lavish occasions, but during Toby’s recollection there had only been two notable gatherings in this room, both of which had been funeral-related. Now it was all but empty, for all its grandeur, with Lord Templeton sitting at one end, his daughter at the other – with what seemed like a mile between them.

“Ah, Toby,” the elderly man smiled gratefully as his valet moved to his side to help him onto his feet. “I’ll want you to take me to my study for this afternoon.”

“Certainly, sir.”

“Then I rather think young Lisa would like you to take her to play tennis.”

“Ah, very good, sir.”

Tennis. Well, at least it would take him out of the house, away from the accusatory eyes of Swainson. And an afternoon in the company of Miss Templeton would be pleasant enough. Toby looked at her now, and she flashed a smile back at him in a conspiratorial manner. Was she recalling her standing before him in her underwear – or was she planning on exhibiting herself again for him in the future? Toby smiled back, of course, in that meek way servants avoid becoming overtly involved in their superiors’ lives, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight tingle between his legs at the recollection of what he’d seen in Miss Templeton’s bedroom.

“Right, I’ll be fine, Toby – you may go and play your tennis.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I wish I could watch you both play,” the old man smiled, “but I fear I have far too much to do to be sitting around a tennis court all day.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Run along, then, young Toby.”

It was quite exciting – he never normally got the opportunity to play tennis, it wasn’t something the servants were supposed to do. It was only whenever Miss Templeton was around that he got the chance – and they couldn’t play in the winter. It was a great game, though, really got the pulse racing. He hurried along to his room in the servants’ quarters, changing into his white tennis clothes – unused for the last eleven months or so – and out to the back of the house where the immaculate grass courts were situated.

Miss Templeton was already there, practising her serves, and Toby just managed to stifle a gasp. He should have known – she always liked to wear that tight white blouse and short white skirt – but today, her skirt seemed just that much shorter than usual, her top that much tighter. Her exquisite feminine lines were really on show, and irresistible to the eye.

“Ready to go, Toby?” she asked.

“Ready,” he said back, and she served.

One of the reasons Miss Templeton seemed to like playing Tennis was that Toby wasn’t all that good at it. He simply didn’t get any practice when she wasn’t around, and it showed. But it was the servant’s place to lose in favour of his employer – or his employer’s daughter, in this case. On numerous winter evenings, Toby had dutifully lost various games of chess to her grandfather.

The game went on and on, and as they hit the ball backwards and forwards, both getting cheerfully sweaty in the warm sunlight, Miss Templeton asked Toby what seemed like pretty personal questions – such as whether or not he had a girlfriend. Toby felt awkward, but he answered her as best he could.

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He had spent the last week of the spring break as a guest at the home of a friend and teammate from University. Both he and his friend were on football scholarships and were majoring in academics and physical education. He was unaware until he arrived at their home that his friend had a twin sister. She was absolutely beautiful and it seemed like she was before his eyes almost every minute from the time he arrived.

He was attracted to her instantly and the more time he spent around her the stronger the attraction got. He never discussed it with her brother but it seemed that she was very much aware of him and who he was. He was sure seeing the closeness of the brother and sister that they had talked and discussed this guy he was bringing home with him. Over the next few days they had gone out to a club in a group, he had danced with her, chatted with her and they had gone for walks but always in company with others.

On one occasion they had hugged each other and he had kissed her softly almost as if she was his sister but this was the first time they had actually been alone and they would be for the whole afternoon as his friend had taken his mother to visit relatives and the house was empty except for them. He knew if he was to make a move it had to be now so he made his way upstairs into the area of her bedroom. He could even still smell the musky scent of her from when he had been up there earlier and that made him more determined.

He knew what he wanted but was not totally aware of the thoughts that had also been going through her mind. He was not aware she was at that very moment in the bathroom readying herself for an “all or nothing” show. He was everything her brother had told her and more. She was completely taken by him and had wanted him since she first laid eyes on him. She hoped he had the same feelings, if not she was going to be in some serious trouble with what she had planned.

He would be returning to college in a couple days with her brother and this would probably be her last chance. She silently untied her shirt slipping it off of her shoulders; the only noise she made was unzipping her shorts. She moved out into hall just as he whirled around and almost fell over, for she was standing in front of him completely nude.

Her breath hissed out in pleasure as she got the reaction she wanted so she said to herself “this is it, now go for it” and stepped closer bringing her soft breasts flush with his hard chest. Without hesitation he gripped her hips in his hands and brought them into contact with his. She could feel the already thickening bulge beneath the fly of his rough jeans. She smiled and without taking her eyes off his she unbuttoned them then slowly slid the zipper down. As the zipper slid down, so did she, until she was on her knees in front of him.

She looked up and smiled as she pushed his jeans down his thighs to his ankles. She then slid his jeans and shorts right off and he stepped out of them. She caught her breath at the sight of his large hardening maleness. She gently wrapped a hand kırşehir escort around the base and slowly stroked. He gasped and jerked in her hand. She bent her head and slowly touched the tip with her tongue. He groaned and buried his hands in her hair. She swirled her tongue around him and licked the sides of him, gently sucking and nibbling. When she took him in her mouth he almost cried out. She sucked gently on the head, taking him in inch by inch, torturing him. When she had most of it in her mouth she started sucking him hard.

He threw his head back and groaned loudly, his hands running through her hair. His hips started moving in rhythm with her mouth, until he was sliding it in long strokes and making love to her mouth. Almost at once because of the excitement he stiffened and she felt the hard warm spurt against the back of her throat followed by another and another. She continued until she was satisfied she had sucked all of it from him. She had swallowed it and now licked him clean.

She stood up and smiled at him then turned and stepped into the shower. He stood there astonished and slightly confused until her hand came around the shower door and beckoned him to join her. He smiled and stepped into the shower with her.

She was a stunning sight, her hair wet trailing over her shoulders and across her perfect breasts, water droplets gleaming on her skin. He bent to lick up a drop of water on her nipple and she gasped. He looked up at her and grinned. She brought his face up to hers and kissed him soundly on the lips, tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue, then stroking his tongue with hers. She drew it out of his mouth and into hers, sucking and nibbling on it. He groaned into her mouth and caressed her body, running his hands up and down her back, cupping her soft smooth bottom and pressing her into his hardness.

He marveled at how well their bodies fit together. He liked the feel of her full, firm breasts crushed against his chest. He noticed a small shelf behind her and picked her up and sat her down on it, still maintaining the contact of their kiss. He cupped a breast in each hand and gently kneaded them, rolling and pinching the nipples, making her squirm. She moaned against his mouth and he broke the kiss, nibbling his way down her throat and across her collarbone and down the slope of one breast. He moved his hand away and circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucked it into his warm mouth. She moaned and arched pushing against his lips, gripping the back of his head with her hands.

His free hand made its way down and parted her firm thighs, lightly drawing circles up the inside of her thigh. She gasped and her hips moved in anticipation of his touch. He lightly touched the outer lips of her slit and she quivered. He moved his mouth to the other breast and sucked it gently while rolling and softly pinching the nipple of the other with his free hand. She was moaning louder now, her thighs parting wider for the width of his shoulders to come between. His malatya escort mouth left her breasts and he kissed and nibbled his way down her ribcage to her hipbone. He trailed his tongue along to her navel, licking it and then slipping it in and pulling it out again. She gasped in pleasure and her stomach muscles tightened. He smiled up at her, winked and then returned, as he started lower.

He lightly parted her soft lower lips with his finger and slid up and down the slit, gently touching her clit. She moaned loudly and tipped her head back, her nails digging slightly into his shoulders. He slowly slid his finger into her and found that she was extremely tight. This excited him and he felt himself swelling even larger. He moved his mouth over her soft mound and slowly touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. She jerked and cried out, her body tightening around his finger spasmodically.

He slowly licked back across the clit and tasted the wetness oozing from her lubricated opening. He slid his tongue inside her and felt her contract as he probed her in and out softly and sucked her fragrant juices. He moved his hands so he was holding her hips tight and brought her to him with his lips locked tightly on her whole clit area and he began to suck her hard. She was almost delirious as she felt his tongue flicking on her clit with the sounds of his sucking and the licking as he forced her body tight against his wet probing onslaught of passion.

She moved herself hard against him and her breath started to come in gasps and she began to whimper as the uncontrollable spasms started to course their way through her whole body. She could feel the sweat forming on her in the humid room but her whole senses were centered on the area between her legs where he was licking her and sucking her until she finally cried out and clasped his head to her body forcing him to her as she felt the release through her whole body followed by a soothing feeling of warmth that flowed through her.

He looked up at her smiled and then stood up and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue and she moaned against his mouth. He gently picked her up and had her wrap her legs around his hips; he placed her back against the shower wall and kissed her deeply and held her body to him. He felt the arms tighten around his neck and felt her legs clasp his hips and he knew she was ready for him and that she wanted him now. She was in a state of complete passionate submission with her lips against his shoulder as he moved closer between her legs. Her knees were spread on both sides of his thick hard muscular thighs.

He guided his hard throbbing rod down and started the head into her wet drippy sensitive area and she flinched as she felt him push slightly. She held her breath slightly and moaned as his thickness spread her and began the slide into her tight, warm body. He was careful to take it slow and easy due to her tightness. He groaned as her warmth enveloped him, her body was now squeezing his almost too hard, but he niğde escort loved it. When he was finally in to the hilt he crushed her to him, burying his face in her hair. He began moving slowly hardly able to control himself as he felt her responding and knew this was what she had waited for and wanted so much. He suddenly gripped her hips and began slamming into her body, sliding deeper and deeper with every thrust.

She tipped her head, rolling it back and forth in ecstasy as she groaned loudly. Her hips matching his thrust for thrust as she slid her hands up his back and into his hair. He was now thrusting madly into her soft flesh his fingers digging into her hips. He alternated his strokes using long hard deep ones occasionally holding himself deep in her as he rubbed on her mound with his. He teased her with some short fast strokes before resuming the long hard deep ones. He was sliding smoothly and her lips were all over him wet and warm as she licked his neck and sucked his sweating skin.

Suddenly she stiffened and screamed, her body tightening around him so he could barely move within her. He felt her contract around him and he body began to quiver. He could not hold his release any longer and was ready. He thrust very hard and deep one last time and held it there. He felt the pressure and feeling of the pins and needles course through his lower body as he spurted wildly inside her. He flooded her with his sticky warmth. She moaned softly and almost purred with her head against his chest as she absorbed every warm drop of his release.

His hands caressed her arms, stroking her as she trembled. His own knees were a little wobbly. He slowly eased himself out and away from her, bracing her against the wall as she lowered her legs and feet to the floor beneath her. His hands continued to stroke her arms and hair as she calmed. Her head was bent, her chin almost touching her chest. Her hair was plastered against her head, the ends hanging in wet ringlets against her neck and shoulders, trailing sexily over her bare creamy breasts.

He cupped her chin and raised her face so she was looking up at him. His hand slid down and around to the back of her neck. Her lips parted, swelling slightly as his lips lowered. He looked into her ice blue eyes for an instant before closing the distance and kissing her tenderly. Her arms came up around his neck, her body arching into his as she moaned into the kiss. He felt her tighten on him as she moved her warm body soft against his. The warm water soon enveloped them as they stood like that in each other’s arms feeling their hearts beating as each of them softly caressed the other.

He woke from his sleep instantly as the two little girls came around the corner into the patio area where he had sat back on the chaise and dozed. When the first little blonde one saw he was awake she was all over him. They were excited with the new little rubber animal toys they each got as a reward for being good during their shopping trip. They then told him how their grandma had taken them for ice cream. The little girls were on his lap and edge of the couch as he looked up to see their grandmother come around the corner and smile at him. She was slightly gray but every bit the same beautiful woman that he spent the afternoon in the shower with almost thirty-five years ago. He smiled softly back at her.

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“Where did you run off to, young lady?” Amanda inquired when Hina came in the front door. She was watching TV with her dad and Ray in the living room trying not to think about the moves her brother was trying to put on her girlfriend.

“I took a walk down to the pond with Max,” Hina said. Amanda’s concerns were playing out. She knew how charming her brother could be.

“So where’s Max?”

“He’s outside. He had an accident.” That got the attention of the two guys.

“What happened?” Dad asked.

“He’s fine. He fell in the water. He needs a towel,” Hina explained.

“Ray, get your brother a towel,” Dad ordered. Max came up to the porch and Ray tossed him the towel.

“If you’re going to go skinny dipping you have to take off your clothes first, idiot,” Ray chided.

“I’m going to bed. You guys work this out,” Dad said and headed upstairs.

Max stripped off the soggy clothes on the dark porch and wrapped the towel around him. He came through the living room and went up to his room. Even though Hina had had her hands all over the contours of his chest and had pressed her body against his, this was the first time she had seen Max’s bare torso. She started feeling those same urges she had at the pond to run her hands over his body. Amanda noticed her girlfriend’s eyes follow her brother up the stairs and felt a twinge of jealousy.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed, too. Are you coming?” Amanda asked Hina.

“Yes, in a minute. I want to sit here for a while.” She didn’t feel like answering Amanda’s questions yet.

“Ok, good night.” Hina couldn’t figure if Amanda’s abrupt departure meant she should stay in the guest room. After Amanda went upstairs it was only Hina and Ray left on the sofa.

“What are you watching?” She asked.

“Saturday Night Live. It’s hilarious,” he answered without taking his eyes off the TV. Ray laughed, but she couldn’t understand any of the jokes, so her thoughts drifted. The incident at the pond had gotten her aroused. She so much wanted to be taken by Max, to feel dominated by the power of his sex and service his pleasure, but now she was left unsatisfied. The thought of seducing the younger brother crossed her mind, but the logistics of it seemed impossible. Besides there was a big difference between the brothers, Max was a young man, but Ray was still a boy. Then she worried that she was becoming a slut and may end up causing trouble, hurting people. She decided to go to bed too, and went to the guest room.

She changed into a pink satin camisole with matching shorts and stared at the empty bed. She hated the idea of sleep alone when her lover was in the next room. She brought the cute lingerie because she wanted Amanda to touch her in it, to feel the sexy sheer fabric on her skin, under her lover’s hand. She wanted to be Amanda’s cute little sex kitten, a present for her to undress. The way Amanda left, she wasn’t sure if she would be welcome in her bed, but she had to take the risk, as the alternatives, sleeping alone or going to Max’s room, were unacceptable. She silently opened the door and walked slowly down the hall. The glow of the TV reflected in the stairwell. She slowly turned the knob of Amanda’s door and gently pushed it open. She hadn’t made a sound. She peaked in and saw Amanda lying naked on her bed, the glow of her cell phone in one hand reflected on her face. Her other hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. Her knees were bent and spread wide, almost touching the bed. Hina froze and watched her friend. She was obviously watching porn and Hina wanted to see it too. Amanda’s fingers went up and down her labia and darted into the hole, came out again and swirled around her clitoris. Hina couldn’t resist reaching her own hand down between her legs and mimicked her friend’s movements. She was dying to be on the bed with her friend.

“Can I come in?” Hina whispered so quietly.

“Yes,” she answered, without seeming surprised at all, “I was wondering how long you were going to watch me.”

Now Hina was surprised. “You knew I was there?”

“I heard you coming down the hall.” Hina was so relieved her friend wanted to be with her and got on the bed next to Amanda.

“You were so sexy; I was touching my pussy, too. What were you watching?” Amanda opened her phone and showed her the video. A white girl and an Asian girl were naked on a bed. “Is that supposed to be us?” They had their legs crossed so their pussies were very close. One girl took a large black double ended dildo and slid it into her partner’s pussy then put the other end into herself. They pumped and moaned in an exaggerated porn video way. Amanda stroked her friend’s body over her lingerie. Hina had one hand in her pussy and felt a warm tingling.

When the video ended Hina took off her clothes and tossed them on the floor. “I want to do that with you,” she said.

“I think I have something,” Amanda went to her dresser and reached way in the back. She pulled out a clear Plexiglas double ended dildo. It wasn’t too long, but it had a large knob on each end, one side of the shaft had a spiral ridge, ordu escort the other end had raised studs.

“My god, where do you even get something like that?” Hina asked.

“I don’t know. It was a gift.”

“Who gave you a dildo?”

“Somebody who wanted to use it with me.”

“So you’ve used it with other girls?”

“Hundreds.”

“You liar.”

“Honestly, just one.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then put it in my pussy.” Amanda put the toy on the bedside table and lay on top of Hina, her hips nestled between the smaller girl’s thighs. Hina drew her knees up and apart so their pussies came in contact. Amanda started slowly grinding against her friend. Amanda was resting on her elbows, but her breasts still rubbed on her friend’s chest. Their lips and tongues meshed, igniting their lover’s passion. Both girls felt their friendship was natural and deeply satisfying. Hina’s hands traveled up and down her lover’s body. She could sense Amanda’s strength and sensuality through her fingers. She wrapped her legs around her waist and held her tight. They both wanted this heated intimate passion to last all night.

Max couldn’t sleep either. He was lying in bed thinking about what happened at the pond, and waiting for everyone to fall asleep. He couldn’t get thoughts of the sweet sexy Asian girl out of his head. He was upset at himself for blowing his load in Hina’s mouth, and wondered how things would have gone if he had maintained control. Most of all he hoped he hadn’t offended her. He wanted her, he wanted to experience her body, by touch, with his mouth, he wanted his cock inside her, and he thought she wanted the same. His plan was to wait until the house was quiet, sneak into the guest room and stealthily slip into bed with her.

He reached the door of the guest room and silently slipped in. There was just enough light for him to see the bed was empty. He knew where she must be. Outside his sister’s door he could hear the girls talking in quiet voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He could hear the bed moving and a few muffled moans coming from both girls. He had had suspicions about his sister’s sexuality before, but this was confirmation. His heart sank at the realization his crush was his sister’s lover. He was burning with jealousy, but he kept listening. He wanted to see, but dare not open the door, so he went outside.

“Let’s try your toy,” Hina said. The girls sat up and aligned their legs so their pussies were inches apart. They pushed their vulvas together and wiggled around so their wetness coated each other.

“Which side do you want, studs or ridges?” Amanda asked. Hina ran her fingers over both sides. “Studs.” Amanda took the toy and gently slid it into her friend. Hina leaned back on her hands so the dildo angled upwards. Amanda lifted herself and lowered her pussy onto the dildo sticking out of Hina. The dildo completely disappeared between them.

Ever so quietly and slowly Max climbed up the gabled roof and inched himself closer to Amanda’s window. He was so quiet he could hear his own heart pounding. He peeked into the window just as Amanda was lowering herself onto the toy. He almost choked.

The girls gyrated their hips against each other causing the shaft to rub and press their vaginas at various angles. Both girls tried to maneuver the dildo to reach especially sensitive places. They were in ecstasy. They needed one hand to prop themselves up, but with the other they touched their lover’s breasts and ass. They leaned forward to share kisses from time to time.

“This is so good,” Hina whispered. She was breathing heavily and felt herself close to orgasm. The tingling sensation throughout her body was pure joy. She saw her partner biting her lip and gripping a pillow hard. Amanda threw her head back and closed her eyes, drawing in her breath. With her wide open mouth pointed at the ceiling her body began to shake, she felt her pussy contracting hard around the toy. The pleasure was so great she had to fight not to scream, but a muffled grunt did escape her lips. She looked at her friend who was in the throws of her own orgasm. Hina was bucking her hips against her friend trying to make the shaft go deeper inside. It took minutes for the last of the spasms to leave their bodies. The girls looked at each other and smiled.

“That was incredible,” Hina said, “You have to bring this back to school with us.” There was a large wet spot on the mattress between them.

Outside the window Max had his cock in his own hand. He stared at the Japanese girl in amazement. She was the living embodiment of cuteness and sexuality, and there she was fucking his sister when just a few hours before his cock was in her mouth. He was fascinated with her, and wanted her more than anything, but even so, he had mixed emotions. He was jealous that his sister had a sexual relationship with her, and they made love so passionately together. He was also afraid that she would want nothing to do with a man. He would just have to wait and see.

He had a difficult time osmaniye escort propping himself up on the angled roof, keeping silent, and masturbating at the same time. His orgasm was bitter relief from his tension and he dumped his load all over the wall under the window. He snuck away before he heard the conversation he would have loved to hear.

Both girls felt like jelly after their powerful orgasms and lay back on the bed with their arms around each other staring at the ceiling.

“How did Max fall in the water?” Amanda asked.

“I’ll be honest with you, but you might get upset,” Hina said.

“Oh, this sounds like a good story.”

“We walked through the woods just talking. We reached the pond and got to the end of the dock, and then he kissed me.”

“So you pushed him in the water? Good move.”

“No, I kissed him back.”

“That’s very polite of you.” Amanda was trying to keep her cool. She probably would have reacted differently if she hadn’t just had an amazing orgasm with her friend.

“It got pretty heavy. I could feel his penis through his jeans. It was so big and hard. I wanted to see it.”

“Alright, so what did you do?”

“I pulled his pants down. When I saw it I had to put my mouth on his cock. I was so crazy I couldn’t stop.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No. Suddenly he came in my mouth. I was so surprised I fell backwards then he tripped over his pants and fell in.”

“That sounds like Max. That’s when you came back?”

“Yes. Are you upset?”

“I don’t know. I’m a little jealous. Do you like him?”

“Not the way I like you. You are in my heart, but something about him makes me want to have sex with him. I really want him to fuck me.”

“Wow. Ok, be careful. It’s not nice to mess around with people’s feelings. If you just want fool around you have to tell him up front.”

“Ok, and one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to watch.”

“Wow! Max would never go for that.”

“You have to hide. It would drive me wild having you watch his cock going in my pussy. I’m getting crazy just thinking about it.”

“Ok. Tomorrow we’ll find a place. Then you can bring him there and fuck him.”

“You won’t hate me.”

“No, but I will have to punish you.”

“Spanking?”

“Very hard.”

“I can’t wait.” The girls drifted to sleep touching and kissing.

By the time the girls came down for breakfast, dressed in plaid shirts and jeans, the guys had already been fed and were at their chores. There were some leftovers from last night, eggs and coffee on the table.

“Your father asked if you could tend to the new borns today,” Mom told Amanda as she cleared the table, “He thought you two might enjoy doing that this morning.”

“Baby cows! Oh, cute. What do we have to do?” Hina asked.

“I’d better not tell you. You’ll go hide in your room,” Amanda said.

“If it’s too much, get Max to help you,” Mom said.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s going to be too much,” Hina said. Amanda gave her a little slap on the shoulder. The tone of the comment didn’t slip past the mother. She thought it was perfectly natural that any girl would have a crush on her son, but Amanda understood it was a reference to his cock.

After breakfast they walked to the barn where they keep the calves. There were five, sitting in stalls full of hay.

“Oh my god, they’re so cute. Shouldn’t they be with their mommies?” Hina asked. She couldn’t resist petting them.

“Not really, cows aren’t such good mothers. Babies get stepped on a lot, and it’s easier to make sure they get what they need if they’re here. Good care now means good milk producers later. That’s what they say in 4-H.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“It gets sold, and eventually made into hamburgers.”

“Sounds cruel, but I love a good cheeseburger. What do we have to do?”

“Change the hay, feed them and give them supplements. Next door in the barn there is a bunch of hay. Fill the cart and bring it here. I’ll clear out the stalls.”

Hina went into the barn and saw it was the ideal place for her plan. There were piles of hay. With a blanket thrown on top it would be a great place to get fucked. At one end there was a loft that looked down on the hay where Amanda could have an unobstructed view and yet remain perfectly hidden. When she came back with the hay she conferred with Amanda while they tended to their chores.

“After lunch I’ll leave you alone with Max,” Amanda said, “I’ll go up in the loft, you lead Max here and you guys do your thing.”

“Ok, I’ll need a blanket.”

“No problem. We use these to keep the calves warm.”

“Ok, not too smelly. And I need a condom.”

“I don’t have one. Ask Max. He’ll come in his pants.”

The girls kept busy until lunch then headed back to the house. The men showed up and they ate a lot quickly. Hina and Amanda ate just enough to make it look like they were eating. Max didn’t talk much during lunch; he kept looking at Hina and then his sister. Hina thought that was a good sign, but sinop escort Max was having several different thoughts.

He knew that Hina had been coming on to him. She was showing off her pussy when milking the cow, she suggested going for a walk and then she sucked his cock at the pond, but last night he saw her having sex with his sister. His feelings were a mixture of desire to have the girl, jealousy that she is intimate with Amanda, and reluctance to get involved in a potentially volatile situation. He was leaning towards forgetting about the whole thing.

After lunch Amanda excused herself to go lie down. She said she was feeling tired, but instead went down the back stairs and hid in the loft. Hina sat out on the sofa on the porch. The men headed back to work.

“Max, can you talk to me for a minute?” Hina asked.

“Sure.” The other guys gave Max sly smiles and left him to his fortunes. He sat next to Hina.

“About last night,” she started, but before she could go on Max jumped in.

“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to…you know, but I couldn’t help it. You were too good. I hope you don’t hate me.”

“No, that’s ok. I liked it,” she paused, “Did you think it was going to go further?”

“Well,” now Max paused, “I don’t mean to be presumptive, but I wanted it to.”

“Do you have a condom?” Max almost came in his pants.

“Upstairs.”

“If you aren’t busy now would you like to take a walk?”

“Yes,” He instantly forgot all his apprehensions from before, “but I have to ask you one thing. Are you my sister’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“So this is just a one time thing?”

“Maybe two or three, I don’t know. I’ve never had sex with a boy.” Max just about died.

“I’ll be right back.” He ran into the house and came out in record time.

“I know where we can go,” Hina said. She took Max by the hand and led him to the barn.

With the door closed the barn was fairly dark. Hina took the blanket and

spread it over the hay. She lay down sinking into the hay. She reached her arms up for Max to join her. He lay next to her, kissed her mouth and stroked her hair. He thought she was so cute and tiny in his arms, but she exuded a sexuality that was overwhelming. Hina was giddy with excitement that she about to get fucked by this virile young man, and what made it feel deliciously naughty, her girlfriend was watching.

Max knew he would have to go slowly if was taking this girl’s heterosexual virginity. He kissed her gently on the lips and neck, and stroked her shoulder and waist. She responded by smoothly mingling her tongue with his. They both felt tingling through their bodies and were eager for it to intensify. His hand reached her ass and slid inside her jeans. Her ass was soft and cool and the flesh melted between his fingers as he squeezed. Her hand went under his shirt and roamed across his chest and abdomen. She switched direction and slid it down the front of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he was already rock hard. Hina felt herself getting wet. They felt their actions and reaction coming into harmony like a spontaneous dance, and were ready to go to the next stage.

Lying in the loft Amanda peaked over the edge and felt the same burning desire of jealousy her brother had felt at her bedroom window the night before. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand down her pants. She wanted to run away, but she was transfixed. Not watching would be worse than watching.

Hina pushed Max onto his back, straddled his waist and unbuttoned his shirt. She tossed it on the floor. Her hands felt all over his body, followed by her lips. She licked around the contours of his chest and took his nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and gently bit them. She kissed down his stomach tracing the lines of his six pack with her tongue. His taste and smell was intoxicating and filled her head with desire. She had an urge to rub her pussy all over his chest. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. His cock was straining to escape his underwear. She reached in and pulled it out, gave it a few licks and stopped.

“I learned my lesson from last time,” she said, “I’m not letting you come anytime soon.” She tossed his underwear on the growing pile of clothes.

“Let me see if I can return the favor.” He sat up with Hina sitting across his thighs. She watched his hands as he unbuttoned her shirt. He slid it off her shoulders and tossed it with his. He kissed her neck, shoulders. He reached behind and unfastened her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and flung it away. Max often talked with his buddies in crude terms about the virtues of big breasts, but he thought Hina’s breasts were a vision of sweet loveliness. They were a perfect match for her, smaller but they had a beautiful shape, covered in smooth creamy skin and had small pink nipples. When Max kissed them they melted under his lips. He turned her onto her back. He gently squeezed and licked one and then the other. His hand slowly slid down her stomach and into her jeans. The first thing he noticed as his hand covered her vulva was she completely shaved. His fingers found the slit between her labia and massaged her clitoris; they became slippery with her wetness and easily probed inside her vagina. His touch sent waves of pleasure through Hina’s body and she moaned through heavy breaths.

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Alexandra Flatly Chapter One. I meat my new breast friend.

“Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!”

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All characters are 18 or over.

When Alexandra Flatly, the new transfer student, walked into our Advanced Placement English class every male jaw hit the desktop! Flatly was completely inappropriate as a last name! Squeezed into a mohair sweater and short, tight skirt was the body of a top-heavy stripper! She looked to be about five foot eight inches tall. Her mile-long legs were caressed by dark hose. As she slithered into her assigned seat across the aisle from me she crossed her legs. The flash of thigh and glimpse of dark hose top announced that she didn’t wear pantyhose, but stockings held up by a garter belt. Her massive, bullet shaped breasts thrust arrogantly against the tight grip of her soft sweater.

Her auburn hair brushed her shoulders while she glanced around. Her dark eyes were accented by makeup that gave her a feline, predatory look. Her full red lips quirked into an arrogant smile as she accepted as her due the worshipful stares of every male in the room. And the hateful glares of the suddenly outclassed girls.

Every male had the same immediate reaction as I did, I am sure. But in my case the hard-on that formed was so large as to defy all logic. To my utter shame I possessed a dick so big that all the boys teased me and all the girls shunned me.

That Friday night at the Spring Hop Alexandra’s entrance was equally stunning. Wearing a strapless gown her massive breasts seemed to defy gravity. The square cut bodice boldly displayed the rounded tops of her breasts. Her legs, revealed and then concealed by a thigh-high slit, were magnificent as she danced on stiletto heels that no other girl in school could possibly have managed.

Every boy, including me, wanted to dance with her. But the informal pecking order dictated that I would have to wait. The competition to dance with her led several times to the brink of a fist fight. She seemed oblivious to all the commotion. She danced once and only once with each of the boys. Each in turn was dismissed with a smile and the next was met with the same smile. No matter what the tempo of the music she preferred to dance as close to her partner as possible. Just watching that magnificent body rubbing up against her dance partner was enough to bring the dead to life.

I tried to time things as it became my chance to dance with Alexandra. Emerging from the men’s room my dick, which was a constant source of embarrassment in the locker room, was limp with the recent release I had provided myself in the privacy of a stall. As I tapped on her shoulder I was eager but not over-excited. She was almost my height and as her arms went around my neck she leaned heavily into my chest. Her breasts dug firmly into me as we moved to the slow music. I felt individual points mash into me at the tip of each bosom. Her extravagant nipples were rock hard!

As we moved, her hips, pelvis and stomach thrust and ground against me. In response my dick began to thicken and harden. Despite my attempts to avoid it she quickly became aware of my growing condition. Instead of giggling and pulling away as had so many others she just tightened her grip and moved even closer to me.

Her boobs were squashed against me. Glancing down I saw large crescents of breast flesh pushed up over her low cut dress. Her cleavage was shifting and flexing as she rubbed herself against me. What her dress exposed was more tit than most of the other girls in school possessed. And it was less than half of her magnificent endowment! That realization caused my dick to get harder and longer. Noticing the focus of my gaze she grinned slightly karaman escort and leaned her shoulders back to give me a better look. This also forced her pelvis tightly against my prick. She moaned softly.

I looked up to see her eyes half closed. She regarded me from under heavily made-up eye lids, a small smile broken as her tongue came out to languidly wet her lower lip. “Ohhhh, Tommy, I’m so glad you asked me to dance!” Her voice was smoky and low.

Her body was pressed urgently against mine from breast to mid-thigh. I knew that she could feel my growing excitement. I expected at any moment that she would push me away. The size of my erect penis had always embarrassed me. She did not seem fazed by it. In fact she seemed to want to encourage it’s expansion.

“Ohhh, Tommy, is that ALL you?” Did her voice hold a twinge of excitement? Her pelvis swished side to side as she snuggled even closer to me her head resting on my shoulder.

“Um, ahh, ” I mumbled, not sure how to respond.

“Why don’t you take me home?” she asked.

“Me?” I stammered.

“Sure, lets blow this joint” she responded. Her voice husked to a whisper and I thought I heard her say “Then I’ll blow your joint.” But I must have imagined it.

“You want to have ME take you home?” I asked again, not believing my ears. I had never had any luck with the girls in school!

“Tommy, I’ve danced with every other boy here. You are more of a man than any of them! Believe me, I know” Her pelvis hunched against me in emphasis. Her eyes closed with a dreamy smile as she slid her pelvis against my rampant hard-on.

“You can’t want to take anyone else home, can you?” she continued, her emerald eyes regarded mine with a mixture of arrogance and smokey desire. “Look at me! I’m prettier than any of the other girls, I’ve got a body that makes all these other girls look like boys! I deserve the big… the best! That’s you!” She snuggled even closer as she said this her lips fleetingly caressed my neck and ear lobe.

I couldn’t believe my luck as we ducked out the door leaving the crowd of hopeful guys behind.

“Oh, baby, I can’t wait,” she moaned, pulling me into a deserted Home Ec classroom. Her lips grafted themselves to mine, her tongue swabbing out my mouth as she kissed me harder than I had ever been kissed. Her whole body leaned into mine, breasts heaving, pelvis sliding side to side. Her hands urgently pulled me closer to her.

“Oh, Tommy!” her hand groped blindly for my crotch as she slid her wet tongue into my ear. “I have to see this big beauty!”

“But, but Alexandra…” I protested vainly.

In seconds she had my pants down to my knees. With a moan she slithered down in front of me giving me an inspiring view of cleavage and tits as she knelt in front of me.

Her shaking hands grabbed the waist band of my shorts and began to pull them down. She gasped in delight as the root of my cock was revealed. “So THICK!” she moaned. Her delight changed to frustration as she struggled to un-entangle my dick from my briefs. Cursing in frustration she tugged and pulled. Finally reaching in with her other hand to hold my dick out of the way, she pulled my briefs down my legs.

When released my dick snapped upward almost hitting Alexandra on the face. Grabbing it with both hands Alexandra cuddled it to her cheek as she looked up at me with worshipful eyes.

“I just KNEW you were hung, honey. I love a big dick! Let’s get you harder!”

My ego soared as she began to lick up and down my shaft from my groin to the rapidly expanding head of my dick. I had always been self-conscious of the size of my dick. Now here was a girl who seemed to get hot at the sight of it.

“OH, baby, let me get my lips around this. Ummm, you feel so good kars escort in my mouth, honey!” She murmured thru her cock stuffed lips.

Her mouth and tongue went wild over my dick. Within moments I had reached full erection. Gasping for air Alexandra pulled back and gazed in wonder at the rampant staff she now held. Both her hands grasped less than half it’s length. She had to use both hands to encircle it’s massive girth.

“God, honey, I knew you were hung, but this is unbelievable! How big is this monster?” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she gaped at my steel hard shaft.

Reaching behind me she picked up a tape measure that had been left on the worktable I was leaning against.

“I’ve gotta see this!” she stammered as she wrapped the tape around the middle of my shaft. “Oh, my God! More than nine inches! And thicker at the bottom!” Her voice was quivering with excitement. Her hands moved expertly, had she had done this before? “And over fourteen inches long! I don’t believe it. How do you lug this thing around?”

“It’s a lot smaller when I’m not excited,” I explained.

“Who cares about that? I’ve found the biggest dick in the world!” she breathed in awe. Her hands were running up and down my shaft while she gazed up at me. Her eyes were misted over with lust, her tongue continually wetting her glistening lips.

“You’d kill me if you tried to cram this into my pussy! But I’ve got to try this.” Her voice died away with a gurgle as she crammed her lips over the tip of my dick.

“Come on, baby, feed me your dick!” With a groan she managed to force the head into her mouth. “It’s so big, I think it’s going to split my lips,” she moaned. “But I don’t care, I’ve got to take it!”

Ramming her head forward she forced herself farther and farther down my shaft. Her breath was coming in panting gasps thru her nose as she continued to cram inch after inch down her gullet. Her hair was flailing the air as her head moved in and out.

“Feed me your cum, honey. I want it all!” She gasped as she let my dick slip from her lips. I was right on the verge as she went back to work on my dick.

She went as far down on my dick as she could – less than half way. Her hands pumped and squeezed the part of my shaft that she could not ingest. My dick swelled out her throat dramatically.

I grabbed her head with both hands as I felt the cum blast up from my balls. With a groan I started to spurt wad after wad of cum deep into her throat. She pulled back so that my dick head filled her mouth. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she swallowed.

As fast as she swallowed she could not keep up with me! My cum over-flowed her mouth. Cum dripped from the tight-stretched corners of her mouth to drool over her chin and cascade onto the tops of her exposed tits. She was groaning and moaning, gurgling sounds mixed with gasps and panting breaths as she struggled to keep up with the streams of cum that just kept erupting from my rock hard dick!

She didn’t let my cock slip out of her mouth until she had wrung out every drop of cum I had to offer. A small pool of cum had gathered in her cleavage and there were dribbles all over the top of her tits and the neckline of her dress.

My first sexual experience! The best looking girl in school gave me a blow job while going crazy for the size of my dick! I could have died happy, right at that moment.

I watched, awe struck, as she used her fingers to push the cum on her chin into her mouth and swallowed it up.

“Yummy, and SOOO much of it!” she said. “And look, you came so much it spilled all over my tits!”

“Do you think semen makes titties grow?” she asked with a giggle, “Lets find out.” Quick as a flash she pulled the top of her dress down into her lap as she knelt kıbrıs escort in front of me.

I goggled at the biggest, firmest tits I could imagine. Alexandra’s tits were huge! Massive and firm, they stuck almost straight out from her rib cage. Each one shaped like half a football although they were larger than that. Her nipples were centered on pink aureolas, jutting out at least a half inch. Despite having cum so much just moments ago my dick began to revive! Demonstrating that each one was much more than a handful, Alexandra smoothed the cum all over her tits. Mashing them against her chest, she pushed them together, jiggled and bounced them up and down and massaged them until all the cum had been absorbed. When she let them go they quivered firmly, again pointing almost straight ahead. The nipples seemed to look outward, away from each other. Even unsupported her cleavage was amazing!

“Aren’t they wonderful?” she asked, looking up at me as I watched her. “I just love having big titties. And they are so firm!” She jiggled them together. Leaning a little closer to me she confided, “I never wear a bra! Do you like my big tits?”

“Yeah, I sure do!” I enthused. “You’ve got a great body!”

“I know! I’m so lucky! 42-22-34! If I ever bought a bra I’d have to get a 36F Cup! I’ll let you jerk off on my tits sometime, honey! I know you’ll like that!”

Just the thought had me on the brink!

I drove her home. As I drove she leaned against me. Her breast mashed against my side, I put my arm around her and slipped my hand into the top of dress to play with her tits. She raised no objection. She was using both hands in my crotch. Her hands molded my pants leg to the shaft of my steel-like dick.

Parked in front of her house she gave me another blow job. This time I managed to play with those massively firm tits as she worked. They were wonderful! And Alexandra seemed to enjoy what I was doing almost as much as I was. I’d never imagined that I would have a chance to play with a pair of tits as big and firm as hers! It was a night I would never forget, I knew.

The next day in school I was treated like a king by my fellow students. The guys deferred to me and the girls looked at me in a completely different way. And Alexandra got me alone and gave me a quickie blow job. Once in the morning and again in the afternoon.

She didn’t seem to be able to get enough of me! And for my part, every time I saw her or thought of her, my dick would race down the leg of my pants. I got some strange looks in the hall, I’ll tell you!

That weekend I picked up Alexandra Friday night and we went to a movie. As usual when we were together our hands couldn’t stay off of each other. Before the lights dimmed her hands were in my lap playing with my dick through my pants. To make things easier I had stopped wearing underwear. As the movie started I heard a zip and felt a cool breeze waft over my balls and shaft. With-in seconds my cock was jutting out the fly of my pants.

As I started to protest that it was too public, Alexandra unbuttoned her sweater and slid my hand into her cleavage. That shut me up, I’ll tell you! For the entire length of the movie I played with Alexandra’s nipples and breasts while she teased my dick. It was only as the movie reached it’s climax that she slid down in her seat and swallowed as much of me as she could while I grunted and released jet after jet of cum into her hot mouth.

I came like a fountain, again overwhelming Alexandra’s ability to handle the torrent of cum that I produced. I feared that her gurgles and panting would draw attention but to my relief no one seemed to notice.

Later that night, as she prepared to once again swallow as much of my rock hard prick as she could I tried to slide my hand into her crotch.

“Now, Tommy, none of that! I promised my Mother I would remain pure! Blow jobs don’t count! And I just love the way you fondle my big tits! Now, sit back and let Alexandra do her thing on your super big dick!”

I relented, of course. But I wondered if I was ever to get into her pussy.

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Dr. Dunhaven chuckled amiably at the shared witticism, as he stood, assessing appreciatively, Ms. McCarthy, the receptionist and office manager at this, his Canadian base – this large, up-scale specialists’ clinic in Toronto. He was impressed with her – Geraldine – and her vivacious, business-like manner. As office manager, she was very efficient, and virtually ran the shop. At fifty-three, Boswell Dunhaven – pronounced dun-?-v?n, like Donovan with a ‘U’, as he was always quick to point out – a consulting neurologist / neuro-surgeon, was a full eighteen years older than Geraldine. Still, he was ever-intrigued by her understated allure, and found himself very attracted to her. He, a high-strung, hyper, type-A personality, who visited the clinic from New York for a few days every 4 to 6 weeks, was always very personable with Geraldine, indeed, made an obvious effort to slow down when he was chatting with her in the front office. With a depth of focus verging on OCD, the good doctor did his best, with Ms. McCarthy, in the unfamiliar waters of social interaction.

Dr. Dunhaven had, from early on, insisted that she call him Boz – “It’s ‘Boz’ to my close friends.” Which she found cute. Giving him a thousand-watt smile, she had replied, “And you can call me Geri.” From that, in those small ways, they began to cultivate a relationship.

Geri admired and respected Dr. Dunhaven, finding him articulate and intelligent, if rather reserved. Still, it seemed he tried to chat her up whenever he got a moment. As they established something of a friendship – at least it was more than a simple acquaintanceship – Geri could see that Boz had finally begun to relax for a bit, as they enjoyed their little chats.

One day, after many months of brief visits, in the course of a conversation, Boz queried, “You’re married, aren’t you?”

Surprised by the inquiry Geraldine responded, “Yes. Eight years.”

In an apparent non-sequitur, he went on, “I’d like to buy you a drink after work, and make a proposition.” Puzzled, her eyebrows rose as she looked into his face for clues. After a moment, he went on, “regarding a simple business arrangement, which I hope you’ll consider.”

He said, matter-of-factly, that he hoped she’d show up. “I’m staying, as usual, at the Hilton across the street. I’ll be waiting in the lounge at five-thirty. I do hope to see you there.” Despite her further questioning looks he’d say nothing – gave her absolutely no details – except to pat her on the hand and murmur, with an almost patronizing tease, “Wait until after work.” Then he left her to her job.

Geri puzzled over the cryptic invitation all afternoon, until, by quitting time, her curiosity had the better of her. Besides, she rationalized, her husband, Paul, was out of town on one of his very frequent business trips; he was a chief engineer in a successful systems controls tech firm, and spent a lot of time traveling – troubleshooting as well as sales and follow-up. So, after work, Geri wandered into the lounge and found Dr. Dunhaven waiting. He ordered a drink for her, chatting amicably until it arrived. They toasted the day, then, after a pregnant pause, she asked, “So, Boz?”

He leaned toward her conspiratorially and got right to the point. “What I’m looking for,” he began nonchalantly, “is a no-strings-attached sexual relationship. And I’d like it to be with you.” He said this just as if he were looking for a tennis partner.

Trying, unsuccessfully, to hide her shock, she sputtered, “But, as you are well-aware, I’m married.”

“That,” he explained, “is a big part of your appeal. Less chance of undue emotional attachment.” Boz eyed her silently for a moment, before going on. “I’d be willing to pay you $500 for an after-work romp in my hotel room.”

“What? Now?”

“No, next time I’m in town. I always stay in the same room. 2401.” He finished his drink and stood up. “Just think about it. Okay?” Then, with a “Good-night,” he turned and headed for the elevators.

It was some five weeks later before he was in town again. “Have you given my proposal some thought?” he asked after dispensing with the small talk and greetings.

“Oh yes, I’ve thought about it,” Geri whispered, looking around unnecessarily, to ensure no one was listening. “I’m just not sure how you can discuss it so casually – what you want me to do. To become.”

“Well, if you feel like discussing it further, come up to my room after work, for a drink. Just a drink, if that’s all you want. You have my word.”

As he tipped his head, and turned on his heel, Geri heard herself breathe, “Okay.” She knew it was probably a bad idea, but, for some reason, she felt – no, knew she could trust him.

Consequently, shortly after work, she found herself, sitting across from her doctor friend, in his room, drinking from his mini-bar, and discussing everything under the sun – except the elephant in the room – the possibility of their having sex. Eventually, after several drinks, following a brief pause in the hatay escort conversation, Geri raised her eyebrows and asked, “So…?”

In a low, non-threatening voice, Boz reiterated all he had said earlier, then went quiet, leaving the ball in her court, as it were.

“Oh, what the hell?” she finally conceded, rationalizing to herself that, with Paul being out of town so much, it was highly unlikely that he was remaining a hundred percent faithful. “I mean, at age 43,” she argued convincingly to herself, “he is almost always horny. I somehow doubt that he remains completely celibate during his extended business trips.” And then to bolster her confidence in her decision, she added, still silently, “Besides, if something were to happen, he’ll never find out, anyway.” Snapping out of her inner dialogue, Geri rose abruptly from her seat. “Okay, then. Let’s get at ‘er!”

If he was more than a little amazed at the sudden decision, Boz was very pleased with the outcome, and didn’t betray any surprise. He simply stepped forward, gathering Geri into a brief embrace, and murmuring, “Wonderful!” Smoothly, cautiously, he began to undress her, peeling open her blouse and flipping her bra down with a surprisingly delicate touch. He leaned in tentatively and lightly tongued her exposed nipples, each in turn. When she responded by gathering her bosom to make her buds more easily accessible, he took that as a positive sign, and proceeded to suck and lick her breasts in earnest. Shimmying her shoulders, Geri shook her blouse loose down her arms, then pulled her arms free of her bra, before wrapping her arms around his head, and holding him gently at her breasts.

With an unhurried, almost laconic gentleness, Boz’s hands dropped to loosen her skirt-waist. Geri assisted his efforts by wriggling her hips, purring from his continuing lingual attention at her tits. As she shook her skirt off over her knees to puddle at her ankles, Boz’s hand returned to her waist to gradually, delicately pull her panties down off her bum. At that, he began to draw his tongue into her cleavage, between her breasts, down off her chest, across her tummy, and into the trimmed forest standing guard above her sacred grotto. Holding still, his nose in her bush, he inhaled deeply, savouring her redolence, while his hands crept back up her body to fasten onto her nipples once more. After a moment of anticipatory silence, Boz began stroking his tongue the length of her nether lips, lapping up the gathering moisture. Feathering the tip of his talented tongue the length of her blossoming pussy several times, he paused once again, before commencing to poke and swirl around Geri’s stiffening clitoris.

She felt her herself jolt, her spine vibrating as a burning heat crept outward from her very core. Her chest heaving, her head thrown back, Geri fought to retain control. But the crackling, sparkling stimulation grew inexorably, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely. Slowly, her focus narrowed, blotting out everything but the tongue splitting her labia and stroking across her clitoris, and the fingers that persistently tweaked and twiddled her sensitive nipples.

Still, the onset of her first orgasm truly surprised her. Her quivering legs, slowly transforming into rubber, could no longer support her. As she began to collapse, in slow motion, Boz backed her to the edge of the bed then eased her down to sitting. Smoothly, Boz moved between her knees, his hands resting on her shoulders, his crotch in front of her face, waiting patiently for her to recover. Gathering herself slowly, indeed, emerging from a trance, Geri raised her eyes for a moment, to meet Boz’s, before lowering them as she lifted her hands to fumble with his trousers.

Geri worked at Boz’s fly front with increasing eagerness, until she revealed his member. It flopped out, limply hanging like a large moray eel, poised at the mouth of a crevice, waiting for passing prey; then, it visibly began to thicken and stiffen, even as she watched. This cock was, by and far, the largest Geri had ever seen. Even semi-turgid it hung out from his body, and bobbed. As she watched – stared – while pushing his trousers down over his knees, it rose and stiffened until it stood out, stiff and bouncing at about 60 degrees – “Eight?” she wondered, “nine? ten, maybe, inches.” It was, in any case, a very impressive woodie!

Geri was not big on giving head – never had been; but his rising truncheon virtually begged for attention. She felt compelled to taste it. With a sultriness she wouldn’t ever have recognized in herself, she leaned in to brush the serpent with her open mouth. Lips following tongue up and down the sides and top, she established a sensuous rhythm. Notwithstanding, it wasn’t long before she pulled back and paused, briefly, to study the beast, then, rounding her lips into a perfect ‘O’, she slipped her glistening mouth over the plum, and pushed gently onto his erection.

She felt the veined surface ripple ığdır escort over her lips and along the inside of her mouth, almost tickling her. Her sensitive mouth immediately detected the telltale signs of arousal: rising temperature, vibration, twitching, increasing stiffness. Growing impatient on its own accord, the rampant cock began to thrust itself roughly, convulsively into Geri’s mouth, smacking hard against her lips. Finally, Boz announced that he was getting dangerously close to cumming – that if she didn’t stop he would lose it. In response, Geri redoubled her efforts.

Boz came noisily, filling her mouth with his cum, causing her to gag and cough, and pull back to catch a breath, before pushing herself back onto his juddering cock with an unfamiliar urgency. As Boz’s tool began to deflate, Geri busied herself sucking and licking his spilt offering. The effect was, of course, that he began to rise once again.

“I want to feel the inside of your pussy, too,” he murmured, almost pleadingly, as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Without uttering another word, they moved to missionary position. Geri lying back and shuffling up the bed as Boz kicked off his pants and briefs, and crawled up over her.

Geri had grave concerns about his size, and protested and complained as he placed himself firmly against her opening. However, her wet and puffy labia parted easily, opening up like the Red Sea before Moses, swallowing his impatient manhood whole; and the instant his cockhead was fully inserted the complaints transformed into the whimpered sighs of arousal. As clichéd as it sounds, he was soon touching, in his inexorable push, erogenous places she didn’t even know she had.

Breaking his ingress for a beat, Boz withdrew slightly before pushing in again, setting a very subtle push-and-pull rhythm as he reached very slowly further into Geri’s now-welcoming vagina. Her arousal unexpectedly spiked. She came again, suddenly exploding in a wild frenzy of bucking and twisting, thrusting her hips convulsively against him, as a keening wail rose from her chest.

Letting her catch her breath, for a moment, and recapture her reality, Boz rolled off her, onto his back on the bed beside her. Having not yet come himself, this time around, his erection stood up proud, vibrating from time to time. Geri gave it a few affectionate strokes, noting that her hand could not quite close around it, before she, with a mixture of hunger and trepidation, swung her leg across Boz’s supine body, and rising as high on her knees as she could get, positioned her dripping pussy directly above him.

Carefully lowering herself onto the proffered cock, Geri was struck by such an intensity of sensation that she completely lost control; She began bouncing up and down wildly, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, sweeping away her awareness, and leaving in its place a sparkling field of pure ecstasy. In the midst of this climax – perhaps among her many climaxes, she felt Boz thrust up into her with extra gusto, if that were possible. She even felt, at the edges of her awareness, the spurting of his semen, as he came deep within her quivering womb. Geri continued to bounce feverishly until all of her energy reserves were gone. Then she collapsed, a sticky, panting, quivering mass onto his chest, and into his arms.

They lay there, for a long time – motionless, except for the gentle quakes that rippled, on occasion, across one of them and into the other. It was amazing! That afternoon, in two hours, he got it up and came in her four times – and each time he’d given her multiple climaxes – and they were powerful orgasms. Geri was embarrassed by her complete loss of control, but, at the same time, she was pleased with the intensity of her response – and the response she’d imbued in her partner; furthermore, she was proud of the fact that she could take and handle his enormous penis, without undue difficulty or pain. In her reverie, she tried not to compare Boz to Paul, her husband, but the truth was that Paul rarely came more than once per session, and even more rarely gave her more than one orgasm.

As afternoon faded into evening, Geri was reluctant to go home to an empty house, as Paul was out of town – again. Still, she felt that she was already poised at the edge of a slippery slope and she didn’t want to get in too deep too fast.

Furthermore, there was the money to consider – the $500 which she had collected right up front. “Isn’t that the way the pros do it?” she’d thought at the time. “So, what does that make me?” Geri mused in retrospect. She certainly had a lot to think about.

Although she was still glowing and tingling, she worried, also, that her hubby would notice that she was loose and stretched when he got home – two days hence.

The next day, her husband still being away, there was time for much protest and regret. When they got a private moment at the office, Geri told Boz, in a tone that brooked no discussion, ısparta escort that they had to talk. “Meet me in the lounge of your hotel, right after work.”

Boz was already seated when she got there, and summoned the waitress to order drinks. They made inane small-talk until their beverages arrived, then Boz said, not beating around the bush in response to Geri’s impenetrable look, “Is there a problem?”

“You’ve made me a prostitute!”

“No, no,” he smiled beneficently, “More a very exclusive call girl.”

“That’s just a euphemism for an up-scale whore!” The harsh truth was, she admitted to herself, that what she’d done was, indeed, simply prostitution. Still, even in that cold light, she couldn’t actually think of herself as a whore. She was not a slut or a slattern, she told herself; she was more like a geisha – whose role it is to provide comfort and relaxation and release to her clients – or, in this case, her client. Perhaps she could live with that.

Boz said he’d rather think of it as a friends-with-benefits relationship – the money being more of an honorarium. Then he went on to answer an unasked question; explaining why he preferred her over a professional. “I could, I suppose, simply hire a call-girl – a professional escort, as they say. I have, in the past, but…” Here, he stopped, and looked her in the eyes. Geri thought she could detect a true affection, glittering in his vivid blues. “But,” he went on, “it’s so much more satisfying having sex with someone you know and like, than with a stranger, no matter who she might be. It’s more personal, more like making love.” He shrugged, before adding, “And I dare say it’s safer.”

Geri admitted that she enjoyed his company, and was thrilled by the naughtiness. But, keeping it all a business arrangement, meant that the personal aspect stayed at arms-length; it, if not precluded, then discouraged any silly eventualities, such as falling ‘in love’. “And,” she added, silently, to herself, “the cash won’t go amiss, either.” Notwithstanding, she was very non-committal about any further trysts. The next couple days at the clinic, before Boz returned home, Geri eyed him self-consciously, but barely spoke beyond simple greetings. For his part, Boz respected her reticence.

Meanwhile, at home, after work, she was tense and uneasy. For while she thought she’d physically recovered, she couldn’t relax as she and hubby made love the next few times following his return, calming, eventually, when he made no mention of feeling any difference in her.

The next time Geri saw Boz, the following month, they chatted as usual – not addressing the elephant in the room, until, late in the afternoon, as he left the reception area for his final consultation. Stopping briefly before her desk, Boz nodded and asked quietly, “After work?”

She smiled, nonchalantly, and murmured, “We’ll see.”

Her quiet response belied the sudden excitement that sparked inside her. Visions of their sex the previous month sent shivers down her back. Memories of the tremendous orgasms warmed her gut and tingled her brain. During the rest of her shift, she actually caught herself zoning out, a goofy smile – an anticipatory grin – playing across her lips. No, there was really no question.

Boz answered the door of his suite wearing a hotel robe over his undershirt and trousers. Geri had shed much of her clothing by the time she’d reached the bed, and was tearing at his pants as she flopped, giggling, onto the mattress.

It was much the same as last time – active, energetic sex – just as thrilling, just as novel. In some alcove of her mind, she vaguely, silently debated the morality and propriety of what she was doing, but ultimately allowed herself to be convinced that it wasn’t really the same as having an affair; it was simply a business arrangement – she was just moonlighting – working a second, part-time job, that she enjoyed, and, as it turned out, she was very good at. Indeed, they rendezvoused a second time later that same week.

This time, however, she took no chances regarding her recovery time, and used Preparation-H to shrink and tighten her distended, puffy vagina, before going home to Paul. From then on, it became a more or less regular affair – an ongoing arrangement – once a month or so. Geri made up cover stories and explanations for when her husband was not travelling, and things progressed smoothly. In fact, a routine quickly developed: they started off each rendezvous with a drink, and a room-service meal – ostensibly to legitimize the trysts, but, more aptly, to quell the initial urgency.

So it was that, on subsequent assignations, once the dinner meeting aspect of the evening was concluded, at some non-verbal signal, they surrendered themselves to the vibrant lust that filled the room, undressing one another with all the fervor of their very first time.

Geri continued to be astonished by the orgasmic pinnacles they achieved – the peaks they surmounted – levels of arousal she’d never before experienced. Subconsciously, she wondered if she was becoming obsessed with the heights to which he’d taken her; to which he took her repeatedly. Although she refused to entertain the thought that she was in danger of becoming addicted, deep down she suspected she might be.

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The fire crackles as Bradley throws another stick in, sending embers flying into the warm night air. He could see the flashlight’s beam coming out of the tent and into the trees above, Samantha inside searching for the bag of marshmallows among the supplies.

“Aha, success!” she called from inside. The marshmallows thrust threw the flap in the tent and then her head poking out. “Can you take these? I want to change into something warmer.” Bradley walks over and grabs them, taking her hand in his other.

“Love you, baby.” He says as he kisses the top of her smooth hand. She smiles and puts her hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. Sparks fly and there are shooting stars just like every time they touch or kiss.

“Love you too,” she says and ducks back into the tent. She comes back out in a zip up hoodie and black lounge pants. Even in such comfortable and shapeless clothes, Bradley still gets a tingle in his groin. As she leans over the fire with a marshmallow at the end of a stick, he sees that underneath the hoodie she wears nothing but her silver cross that never leaves her neck. He smiles to himself and takes a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Want a ‘mallow? I promise not to burn it.”

“Can I eat it off you?” Bradley asks. Samantha sticks her tongue out and shoves another marshmallow on her stick. She turns it slowly over the fire, making sure to get it nice and brown on all sides then brings it to her mouth. Knowing Bradley is watching her, and that he knows she has nothing under her clothes she decides to tease him and lick and suck the marshmallow making noises she knows are unnecessary.

“Well, I think it’s time for bed.”

Samantha laughs and sucks the sticky marshmallow that’s on her finger. “Oh? Kinda early dontcha think?” She smiles and winks up at him. He stretches and his shirt lifts revealing an inch or so of his belly, his shorts low on his hips.

“Want to be up nice and early tomorrow so we don’t have so much heat to walk through when we hike.” Good excuse he thinks elazığ escort and stands up.

“Guess you’re right, not like it’s still light out. Must be 8 or 9 at least.”

Bradley follows Samantha inside the tent, leaving his shoes outside in a bag with hers. Their sleeping bags laid out open on top of each other with a couple blankets from home underneath created a pretty soft place for them to sleep. Was no bed but better than just sleeping on the hard ground. With Sam snuggled under the top sleeping bag Bradley got in with her, removing his shirt and shorts so he was left with nothing but his boxers.

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“I’ve got you to snuggle up with, I’ll be fine.” He gets down under the sleeping bag and cuddles in close to her, resting his head on her chest. She starts to stroke the side of his head, combing her fingers through his hair while he rubs her back.

His hand moves up her side and slips under the roomy hoodie; he runs his palm over the soft curves of her stomach and ribs. His hand moves to the side of her considerable breast and his thumb gently caresses Samantha’s erect nipple. She moans and moves her hand from his hair to the back of his neck, a spot that drives Bradley crazy whenever she touches it softly with her fingertips.

Bradley turns over and is on top of her as he presses his lips to hers, hand never leaving her breast, his other on the zipper of the sweater pulling it down. He moves the sweater aside and even in the darkness of the tent he can see the outline of her nipples against the paleness of her beautiful skin. His mouth is on the left breast, hand on the right with Samantha moaning and grinding against him. She sits up and removes the sweater completely, kissing him the whole time.

“Make love to me, baby, I want to feel you in me.” Bradley is happy to oblige and gets on his knees to remove her pants. With no panties to remove he rubs the hairless mound with the palm of his hand causing Sam to arch her back in pleasure. erzincan escort He strips his boxers off and gets back on his knees between her legs looking down at her, she’s so beautiful and he loves her so much that his cock is already hard. She reaches up and strokes him a few times, fingers brushing his balls and making him shudder. She sits up on her knees and pushes him back down on the sleeping bag.

Samantha kisses his lips, his neck, shoulders and down his chest making sure to lick and gently bite his nipples, another thing that drives him crazy. Her hands on his hips massaging them as she kisses down his stomach to right below his waistline, his little moans and quick breaths turning her on more and more. Her eyes meet his throbbing cock as her hands do, one on top of the other she strokes him up and down making sure to rub her thumb along the tip once in awhile, pre-come oozing out with every stroke she makes. She licks her lips and lowers her head, mouth around the tip of his rigid cock and her tongue darting out to lick up pre-come, Bradley thrusting his hips up and moaning.

He grabs her by her hair, not pulling or pushing her down on him, just enough to get a grip. Her lips feel so wonderful around his cock and he loves the way she moves her tongue. He was the first she had ever given oral to and he would be the only, perfecting how she moved up and down on him and how she’d use her tongue and lips. She loved his cock in her mouth as much as he did, so long and thick, the head glistening with pre-come and her saliva.

Her mouth comes off with a pop and Bradley moans in displeasure, but only for a second as he feels her lips moving down the back of his shaft, kissing as she goes down his eight inches. Her tongue hits his balls and he tenses up, the flat of it resting there as she moves her lips around them and starts to lick and suck.

“Oh God baby, don’t stop please don’t stop. Mmm I love the way you go down on me, Sam.” He groans as he feels her hand wrap around erzurum escort his cock and start to pump up and down in a slow steady motion. She goes back to the tip of his cock and sucks fast and hard, hand pumping the rest at the same speed. “You’ll make me come baby, don’t you want me to fill that tight pussy?”

Samantha takes her mouth off his cock and moves it to his lips, positioning herself right above his hard cock she can feel the tip of it rubbing against the wetness of her pussy lips. She eases herself down on him, his thickness enveloping her whole pussy as she slides down to his base. She sits up and starts to move herself up and down on him, his hands on her thighs she moves her long dark hair behind her and settles into a steady and comfortable pace. They pant in rhythm and she starts to move a little faster, she can feel his cock growing and throbbing inside her, nothing between them to ruin the experience, there never has been. Her first orgasm shudders inside her and she feels herself tighten around Bradley’s cock, she moves even faster, her juices coating him and making it easier to move up and down on his shaft.

Her breasts going up and down as she bounces on top of him, her knees almost leaving the ground. She feels him tensing again and squeezes around his cock, her pussy wanting to suck the come right out of him.

“Oh baby, oh Sam unh I’m gunna come baby.” Bradley’s head and shoulders lift off the sleeping bag as he explodes inside her, a small second wave hits him and he falls back on the bag panting. Samantha’s own orgasm hitting her, she convulses and feels the hot come from Bradley run out and down her leg.

Laying her head on his chest, fingers playing with his nipple she sighs happily and smiles. “You ok?”

“Mm, yeah I’m real good. How about you?”

“Perfect, like always. And tired, move over.”Bradley laughs and she gets off him, settling next to him, head back on his chest. Her eyes close and she falls asleep to the sound of Bradley’s heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest.

Bradley lies there, feeling her eyelashes on his bare skin, fingers tracing up and down her back. He smiles to himself and drifts off to sleep himself, a dream approaching…. Samantha naked on a bed of roses. ‘Hmm’, he thinks to himself and goes back to enjoying his dream.

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At three and a half feet tall she wasn’t tall enough to reach the back of the counter, even while standing on tippy-toes and stretching her arm as far as it would go. A frustrated scowl marked her adorable, olive-skinned features and she absently pushed a wave of long brown hair behind an ear in a way that perfectly mirrored her mother. While seeking a solution she spotted a folding stool collapsed between the refrigerator and a garbage basket; the girl suddenly smiled with the innocent mischievousness only a four year-old can obtain.

Moments later she was able to slide a blue porcelain container shaped like her favorite Sesame Street character to the edge of a stainless steel kitchen counter. Carefully removing its lid, she began digging for the tasty treasures contained within.

Miley suddenly appeared from a hallway to catch the girl with her hand literally in the cookie jar. “Gwendolyn Taylor,” she admonished, using her daughter’s full name in the exact same way Miley’s own mother used to do when Miley was misbehaving, “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Standing on the stool with half her arm buried into Cookie Monster’s neck, Gwen froze and shot a surprised look towards Miley that betrayed her guilt, “Nuthin.”

“Nothing?” Miley’s brow rose, “That’s not what it looks like to me.”

Gwen looked to the jar and then back to her mother, “Can I have a cookie?”

“Of course not. You know the rules, no sweets before bed; it’s not good for you.” Miley hoisted Gwen up by her armpits and set her down on the floor.

“But mommy, I’m hungry!”

“How about I slice up an apple for you?”

Gwen stuck her tongue out and shook her head.

“Do want some banana?”

Gwen seemed adamant, “No, I wanna cookie.”

Miley knelt to fold the illegally obtained stool and replace it next to the fridge, “Then you can’t be that hungry.” She patted Gwen’s rump, “Now go get your pee-jays on. It’s time to get ready for bed.”

“Can I play Cap’n Darkness before bed?”

“No more PlayStation, tonight. C’mon, sweetheart… chop-chop!” Miley clapped her hands together, “Daddy’ll be there in a few minutes to read to you.”

“Okay,” Gwen relented before dashing off.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth!” Miley called after her.

Charlie appeared from the opposite direction that Gwen vanished towards. “There’s no way,” he was saying to a cell phone, “I’m not leaving Marvel to write for DC, even if they are offering me Superman.” He absently reached into the open cookie jar but had his hand slapped away by his wife.

“No sweets before bed,” Miley chastised him, putting the lid back on the jar and lifting it towards a higher cupboard.

“No, I don’t care about Batman either,” Charlie sighed at his phone, “Sam, I’m the monthly writer on Captain Darkness as well as Amazing Spider-Man. Those are the books I’ve dreamed of writing since I was a kid. There’s nothing DC can offer me that will lure me away. Yeah. Yeah. Okay… yeah. All right, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“How’s Sam?” Miley asked, wiping the kitchen counter as Charlie hung up.

“She’s fine,” Charlie set his phone down, “She thinks I should take on another monthly book. I swear, living in New York City has put the zap on her head if she thinks I have the time to take on another comic.”

“Sam and her husband don’t have any kids,” Miley reminded him, “They’re more career-focused, him at HBO and her with her rep agency. They don’t understand how much time you give your family.”

“Brian and I haven’t even finished scripting season three of Captain Darkness yet,” Charlie further complained, “Does she think I don’t need sleep?”

Miley placed a hand on Charlie’s chest, “Quit stressing and go read to your daughter while I finish cleaning up. But no more Spider-Man; I swear that kid thinks she can stick to walls the way she climbs all over this house.”

“All right,” Charlie grinned, kissing the top of Miley’s head before wandering towards his daughter’s room.

He found Gwen lying on her stomach in the middle of her bedroom floor, working on a coloring book with Crayons scattered all around her. “What are you doing?”

“Colorin,” she looked up at him.

“Coloring?” Charlie feigned shock, “But it’s bedtime!”

“I wuz waitin’ for you, daddy!”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

Gwen bobbed her head in an affirmative.

“Let’s see,” Charlie crouched beside her.

Gwen proudly opened her mouth wide.

Charlie leaned in real close before widening his eyes, “Holy cow, what’s that?”

Gwen gave him a quizzical look but continued to hold her mouth open.

Reaching between her lips Charlie snatched the tip of her tongue between two fingers, “There’s a big worm in here!”

Gwen giggled loudly.

“Let me see if I can get it out of there,” Charlie tugged playfully. “Uh-oh, it seems stuck!”

“Thas mah tugue…”

“What?” Charlie kept hold of her wriggling tongue, “I can’t eskişehir escort understand you with this big worm in your mouth…”

“Thas mah togue!” she continued to giggle.

Charlie finally let go, “Oh, that’s your tongue? It looks like a big worm.”

“No it don’t,” Gwen grinned broadly, “You’re so silly, Daddy.”

“Yeah, that’s what your mom says, too.” Charlie scooped his daughter up and carried her towards the bed, “What should we read tonight?”

Ten minutes later, once finished with her cleaning, Miley arrived and leaned on the door jamb to Gwendolyn’s room. She smiled warmly at the vision of her daughter curled up next to Charlie in bed as he read a comic book to her. Gwen kept interrupting him and asking what different words meant. “Daddy, what’s ‘invulnabilty’ mean?” she would wonder and Charlie would patiently pause to explain the words to her every time. It warmed her heart so much that Miley didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

When she was obviously growing drowsy, Charlie closed the comic book and told Gwen they’d finish the next night and kissed her on the forehead.

Miley approached and kissed her as well, “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” Gwen murmured as Miley tucked her in.

Switching off the lights and leaving the door cracked open, Charlie and Miley retired to their own bedroom down the hall.

“Are you okay?” Charlie worried, seeing a hint of moisture gathering at the bottom of Miley’s eyes.

Miley bit her lip and nodded with a smile.

“Then why do you look like you’re crying?”

“Because, silly, I am.” Miley wiped at her cheek, “I just love her so much, you know? And you’re so good with her; I sometimes wonder if I’m half the parent you are.”

Charlie chuckled at her insecurities and wrapped Miley in his arms, “Are you kidding me? You’re the most incredible mother in history. Gwen worships you; she acts like you; she talks like you; she always wants to dress like you. Miley, you’re our daughter’s hero.”

Clutching her husband, Miley sniffled happily against his chest, “I know, I’m just so proud of how good a father you are. I love you, Charlie.”

“I love you too,” Charlie kissed her.

The exchange between their mouths rapidly intensified. After nearly five years of marriage their libidos and attraction for one another had held strong. Miley in specific seemed to want sex more than ever and she began unbuttoning Charlie’s jeans as they kissed.

“Let me relieve some of that stress, baby,” Miley murmured against his lips, her hand slipping beneath Charlie’s pants to close around the shaft of his cock.

“Hell yeah,” Charlie whispered eagerly between more kissing, “I’ve wanted to make love to you all day.”

Miley gave him a flattered smile, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you’ve been prancing around in that sexy sundress, driving me nuts.”

Charlie worked from home, in the house he and Miley purchased a year after their daughter was born. It was in the suburbs of Tallahassee, only a few short miles from where they grew up and where Charlie’s parents still lived. It was a modest but sizable four-bedroom home, with one of the bedrooms converted into an office for Charlie to write, and a large yard for Gwen to play in. Miley stayed home as well, happily assuming her role as a housewife and providing a strong maternal influence for Gwen.

Miley reached to her back and unzipped the dress while Charlie pulled the thin straps off her shoulders. It fell to the carpeted floor of their bedroom, revealing Miley’s excruciatingly sexy body clad only in a pair of thong panties. Her perfectly petite frame was bronzed from head to toe in a natural tan, though bikini lines kept the skin of her plump C-cup breasts milky white. Dark curly ringlets framed her twenty-five year-old face which was as beautiful as ever. A small patch of barely visible stretch marks on the lowest portion of her tummy remained from the pregnancy with Gwen, which Charlie proudly referred to as Miley’s ‘mommy scars’.

She tugged his tee shirt off after Charlie laid her back on their bed, curling a hand around the back of his head as he began kissing her neck. “Do you want to feed from me before we make love,” Miley asked in a warm tone, “…or after?”

Charlie drew back to slide Miley’s panties off her legs. “Before,” he decided, staring at her breasts and the way they hung toward the sides of her sternum.

Miley nodded and opened her arms to him, letting Charlie lie between her legs, hugging his slender frame as he took one of her breasts. Miley’s fingers slid through his hair and she caressed the back of his head as Charlie began suckling on her engorged nipple. “That’s it, baby,” she encouraged him lovingly.

Miley had breastfed her daughter for nearly a year until Gwen began eating solid foods only, but Charlie never stopped and Miley’s body continued to produce milk. Every night for four years, before they went gaziantep escort to bed, Charlie drank from his wife. It had become a ritual between the two that tied into their lovemaking, which also occurred on a daily basis. Miley loved the fact that she was providing nourishment for her husband and it provided a constant turn-on to have Charlie sucking and licking her breasts every night.

“Feed from my tits,” Miley said, rubbing her ankle between Charlie’s thighs and feeling his erection grow against her leg, “Drink mama’s milk.”

Charlie suckled until her nipple gave a hairpin stream of milk. He clamped his lips onto her breast and drank, savoring the slightly bitter flavor. He had grown accustomed to its taste even before their daughter was born and often found himself craving it. Charlie associated Miley’s milk with sex and it had become an aphrodisiac for him; whenever he fed Charlie would develop an almost instant erection.

Miley sighed contentedly at the release of pressure that had built up in her breasts. Charlie hadn’t fed from her that morning, which he often would do to help stimulate her production. “Baby, you’re making me so wet… I love it when you suck on my tits like this.”

When her left breast went dry Charlie switched to the right. “Me too, I’m so fucking hard right now,” he whispered before beginning to coax the second nipple.

Miley kept sliding her ankle against Charlie’s erection, “You love Mommy’s milk, don’t you… you love sucking on mommy’s tits every night.”

Charlie nodded and voiced a muffled affirmative as he sucked her milk. His hips began thrusting lightly, dry humping his erection against Miley’s leg.

“Damn, baby. You’re big dick is like a rock against my leg. Let me feel it. Let me feel how hard it is before you stick it in me.”

Charlie pulled away from her nipple, which dribbled out a few more drops that slid down the curve of Miley’s breast. Licking his lips, he slid his body next to hers so that his bobbing erection was within Miley’s reach. She clutched for it, trying to wrap her fingers around its girth. The throbbing shaft felt like steel in her grip; like ten inches of indestructible sex.

Miley moved her hand to pump him with masturbating strokes. “Are you going to fuck me with this big thing?” she asked in a teasing tone.

Charlie nodded and kissed at Miley, sucking on her lower lip.

She smiled and could taste the flavor of her milk on Charlie’s lips. Miley kissed him back and tilted her head when Charlie’s lips moved towards her neck. “You’re such a naughty boy, sticking your gigantic cock into me every night. I bet you want to fuck me really good, don’t you? Do you want to feel your cock penetrate my womb, Charlie? Huh? Do you want to fuck me so deep you can feel my cervix?”

Charlie groaned with desire as he kissed at Miley’s neck and nibbled on her earlobe. His cock pulsed in her hand with every word of dirty-talk. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered against her ear, “I want to be inside you right now.”

Miley squeezed his shaft tightly, right beneath the head, forcing a dollop of clear pre-cum to ooze from the tip. “Not yet,” she said, using a fingertip to gather up Charlie’s fluid and lift it to her mouth. She licked his essence and sucked on her own finger, resuming her slow stroking motions. “Such a dirty boy,” she teased with a coy grin, “Humping into me, making me take your huge cock. Are you going to cum inside me, too? Huh, Charlie? Are you going to pump me full of all your nasty goo?”

“Oh god,” Charlie moaned and began rolling over, unable to take any more of Miley’s teasing, erotic talk, “I fucking need you, right now.”

Miley didn’t resist. Her legs parted and her arms curled around Charlie’s neck. A whimpering gasp escaped her lips when she felt the presence of his erection push into her sex, a feeling she never grew tired of. Droplets of milk occasionally leaked from her and Miley hefted her breasts to lap at them, stretching her tongue out to lick one nipple and then the other. Charlie’s humping pace quickly intensified as he watched Miley clean her own breasts.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Charlie gasped, working his cock deeper with every thrust, “Suck on your own tits for me, Miley.”

Eager to please, Miley pushed one of her breasts up and dipped her chin in order to get the nipple between her lips. She sucked and licked on it until her stream began anew and began decorating her mouth, droplets of it falling from the corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Charlie loved it, humping himself into her with a grunt.

Miley felt him penetrate her depths and gasped at the sensation, letting go of her breast in order to reach out and clutch at the plush comforter beneath her, needing the support of anything to ground her against the immeasurable pleasure. Charlie’s hands had slid beneath her and were grasping her ass with kneading fingers, lifting her pelvis giresun escort onto his crotch in order to achieve maximum penetration. Her spread legs were bent at the knee, her ankles dangling and bobbing at Charlie’s sides.

“Your cock is so fucking big,” she moaned, “Fuck, Charlie… oh fuck. Charlie… I can feel you in my tummy, oh my god, fuck me, fuck your big cock into me harder… oh fuck!”

Miley’s fingers squeezed and clawed at the bed covers. Her eyes clenched shut and her jaw fell open.

“…gonna cum…!” she squeaked, “…make mommy cum…”

“Cum on my cock,” Charlie instructed her, “I want to feel your cunt cumming all over my cock.”

Miley squirmed and writhed at the deep penetrating thrusts, “Oh Jesus, Charlie!”

With a gasping, labored breath Miley began to orgasm. Her entire body tensed as the waves of pleasure roared through her body, causing her ankles to lock around the small of Charlie’s back. One of her arms remained outstretched on the bed, clutching, but the other went to Charlie’s smooth chest and her fingers splayed against his skin.

Charlie was fucking her with such a furious intensity that his cock sprang free from Miley’s sheath during the chaos. The hand on his chest immediately dropped and Miley grabbed his shaft, pressing it against her slit to generate friction on the clitoris.

“Oh god,” she moaned, humping herself against the underside of Charlie’s cock, right at the base of the shaft above his hanging scrotum, grinding her cunt and extending her orgasmic bliss.

Charlie kept thrusting too, sliding his cock against Miley’s dripping slit. He grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them and kneading his fingers into their milk-soaked skin.

“Cum on me,” Miley whimpered.

“…so close!” Charlie gasped.

Miley pumped her fist, masturbating him against her sex, “Cum on me, Charlie. Shoot your filthy goo all over me.”

“Fuck,” Charlie grunted, “Oh fuck, Miley… jerk me off. Jerk me off, baby…”

His cock seemed to inflate in Miley’s hand, turning into a rod of granite, just as it always did when Charlie was near orgasm. Miley squeezed her fist as tight as she could near the top of his shaft, halting the flow of semen halfway up.

“OH GOD,” Charlie nearly yelled at the unimaginable pleasure, the boiling heat of his cum filling his cock with pressure.

Miley held him there, as close to the edge of shooting that Charlie could possibly be. His body shook with a massive spasm and he nearly collapsed on top of her. Unable to contain it, Miley released her grip and let loose an eruption unlike any other.

Semen flew through the air to land on Miley’s face, hot cum splattering across her nose and cheeks. Her fist began stroking him rapidly and ropes of the steaming white fluid ejected over and over, landing across her breasts and tummy. Charlie’s hips were bucking uncontrollably into Miley’s hand as she jerked him off, coating her naked body with his pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Miley marveled at it all, “Charlie, you’re fucking cumming all over me.”

Charlie bucked and gasped until his semen slowed to a thick ooze dripping from the tip of his cock, falling as clumps into Miley’s trimmed patch of pubic hair. She slid her grip up Charlie’s shaft, coaxing the last of it out of him and letting it hang from her fingers.

“God damn,” Charlie breathed.

Miley giggled at the wads of cum stretched across her torso and face, “Look at what you did to me.”

“That was so fucking intense, the way you squeezed my cock like that. It made my orgasm… I don’t know how to describe it. It almost burned in me, like a volcano.”

“I read about it in Cosmo,” Miley informed him. “There was this article… ’14 Ways to Give Your Man a Better Orgasm’… I had already done the other thirteen, so I figured I’d try this one.”

Charlie laughed, “You’re so amazing, God I love you.”

Miley grinned, “I know you do, baby. I love you too. Now be a sweetheart and get me something to clean up with?”

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Sitting at a small round breakfast table on the far side of the kitchen, Gwen was in her pajamas playing with letter blocks. She had successfully spelled her name G-W-E-N and beamed with delight, “Look, mommy!”

Miley, dressed in a long fluffy robe with her messy waves tied back into a pony tail, was standing by the long kitchen counter near a toaster. She glanced over to the table and smiled, “Did you spell your name, honey?”

“Daddy showed me how,” Gwen informed proudly. She started grabbing more blocks and her cute features narrowed with concentration, “Mommy? How do you spell ‘invulnabilty’?”

“Invulnerability,” Miley corrected her pronunciation. Her own face scrunched as she tried to picture the word, “Um… I’m not sure. I had no idea that word even existed until I started dating daddy. It starts with I-N-V…”

Frozen waffles popping out of the toaster distracted Miley and she plucked them out onto a plate, spreading some peanut butter onto them.

Gwen stared at her collection of letters, “Which one is vee?”

“The one that looks like a triangle,” Miley said, reaching for a bottle of syrup.

A voice suddenly called from the front door, “Hey, is anyone home?”

“In here,” Miley called back.

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