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I remember the first time we made love very clearly.

It was winter, and the house was – not cold – cool. It was late, and everyone else had gone to bed, but the two of us were still up, bundled under a blanket, and talking quietly between kisses.

We had been dating for several months at that point, but we were still a little afraid, I think, to decide how serious we wanted to be. Hanging over us was the fact that she was in the United States only on an extended visit to her brother, and that she was due – eager really – to return to Hong Kong in a few more months. Unspoken, but always present, was the knowledge that we needed to decide what our relationship would be soon; neither of us was certain whether we should spend more time together or break off immediately to lessen the eventual pain.

Neither one of us had a great deal of sexual experience. Although we both had dated others in high school and college, she was still a virgin. When compared to her, I was knowledgeable, but one college love affair does not a complete lover make. I did know enough to at least realize that she was not ready give herself to anyone until she was ready to make a commitment; I managed, somehow, not to pressure her about it. We had kept our relationship on a light, flirting, level, the highlights being the slow good night kisses at the end of each date.

That night, though, the longer we talked, cuddled, and kissed, the harder it was to part. I could feel her pressing tighter against me; I was acutely aware that all she had on was a flannel nightgown. When she straddled my leg and began to unconsciously rub up and down on it as we kissed, I realized that she was just as excited as I.

I pulled back until I could see her face, and asked her “Are you ready to make love with me?”

She lowered her eyes, and seemed to struggle with herself. Finally, she whispered “I don’t know – but if you told me to come to bed with you I would.”

For a moment, I was very tempted. I had wanted her since we first met, and she was telling me that she would let me decide. But if I had learned anything about her at all, I knew that she would not take an affair casually; it was just too easy to hurt her if I took her offer. Slowly, regretfully, I shook my head. “No. I want you very much, but you yourself aren’t sure. I would rather wait until you know that you are ready. I think we had both better go to bed; I don’t know how long my self-control will last.”

I could tell I had guessed right by her expression, which blended disappointment and relief in equal measures. She leaned forward, gave me a light kiss, and climbed the stairs to her room. More slowly, I went down the stairs to mine.

Though I went immediately to bed, my mind – and body, damn it – was still wide awake. For over half an hour, I lay looking up at the darkened ceiling, not sure if I felt good due to temptation declined or stupid for the same reason. No matter how many times I reasoned it out, I came to the same conclusion – to push her before she was ready would almost certainly hurt her. Unfortunately, you can make the Side escort right decision and still feel terrible.

Suddenly, I came fully alert; I heard a light scratching at the door. I opened it to see her. She looked determined, excited, and frightened, in just that order. “I’ve decided.” was all she said.

For all of our flirting and kissing, I had never seen her without clothes. Now, she pulled off her nightgown rapidly, as if to prevent second thoughts from stopping her. Her panties followed with equal speed. Though she was blushing, she held her clenched hands at her sides and stood erect, then slowly turned to give me a full view.

I could have given you a good guess, before, about how she looked without clothes – slender, golden skin, long dark hair, small, firm breasts. What I couldn’t have predicted was the details, and how she fit together into a graceful whole. And I would never have guessed that those small breasts would have supported such large – no, huge – red-brown nipples.

She shivered when I put my arms around her. It could have been the coolness of the house, or it could have been nervousness. Rather than guess which, I pulled her under the covers and held her until she was still. Soon, we were kissing once more, the only difference being the feel of skin on skin. This time, when she straddled my leg I could feel a warm wetness, proof that despite any nervousness she was as ready as I.

She giggled when I lightly kissed her breasts. Inexperienced as she was, she expected me to push right in, but I wanted her first time to be more than a quick fumble. Instead, I slowly began to explore her body with hands and lips.

Her skin was silky smooth, and warm to my touch. She shivered slightly as I began to kiss my way slowly down her body; as I neared her center, I could feel her legs tense slightly, and slowly relax as I continued past her hip and on down the outside of a leg. Another, stronger, giggle as I kissed her toes, and ticked her instep. I transferred my attentions to the other foot, and gradually worked my way up the outside of that leg. This time, she did not tense as much as I worked my way higher, so I took a chance and planted a light kiss at the base of her small pubic V.

The hair was sparse, soft, and only slightly wavy; inconsequentially, I remembered how puzzled she’d been by the phrase “by the short and curlies” in a movie we’d seen. This close, her aroma was intoxicating. She’d showered after dinner, but the smell of clean skin and soap overlayed with the musky-sharp smell of her arousal. I moved slightly lower, and slid my tongue tip up her folds to glance off her clit; before I could even register the taste, she shuddered and pushed her crotch into my face, hard.

What followed was almost comical. I was determined to take my time, and thoroughly explore her pussy. She was equally determined to grind it into my face as hard as she could; it was the first time she had ever experienced more than heavy kissing, it felt good, – and she was in no state to remember that I might like to breathe. I finally had Side escort bayan to concede defeat; I could tell that her pussy was small, smooth, smelled and tasted wonderful, and was rather wet at the moment, but sight and even touch were not really functional. When I began to run out of breath at the same time that my jaw started tiring, I pulled back and started kissing my way back up.

When I got to face level again, I leaned forward to kiss her. When she tasted her own juices on my face, she gasped and began to pull away; suddenly fierce, I held her still and slid my tongue into her mouth. After a frozen second, her mouth opened, and I felt her tongue slide out to answer mine. If anything, the minor outrage had been transmuted into more passion; I could feel her wet pussy sliding up and down my thigh in rhythm with her kisses. We had built up a lot of tension over the last few months, and she seemed determined to release it all at once.

This time, I worked my way down with more confidence. The first time, I’d been afraid of going too fast, so I had given each breast no more than a light kiss. This time, I wanted to take the time to examine them in detail. Could the nipples really be as big as they’d seemed? I might as well admit a minor fetish right now: I’ve never really cared about breast size per se – I’ve dated girls ranging from boyish to buxom – but I’ve always found large or erect nipples extremely attractive. It’s never been a big part of my fantasy life, and I’ve certainly never selected girlfriends because of it, but still . . .

My judgment wasn’t wrong; if anything, they were bigger and nicer. Imagine a pair of small, but nicely shaped breasts. Give each breast a dark red-brown aureola in proper proportion. So far, everything had matched my imagination. But instead of the pencil-eraser sized nubs I’d imagined, I found myself facing a pair of erect nipples as large as the first joint of my thumb. I gave each a light kiss; her giggle turned into a gasp as I slid the left nipple into my mouth.

I nursed gently, then moved to the other breast, rolling the free nipple between my fingers. Urged on by her moans, I was soon firm, if not rough. I would have thought the way she had me tugging, twisting, and biting at her nipples was painful, but if I slowed she would whimper till I sped up again.

At first, all of my attention was focused on her breasts. Soon, though, I slid my left hand down to cup her mons. She was very wet, and began to press herself into my hand in time with the kisses, bites, and tweeks I was giving her breasts.

Almost without thinking, my middle finger began to stroke along the length of her slit. The outer lips had opened, and at the end of each stroke my fingertip glanced off the little nub at the top. From the sounds she was making, she was very near the edge. Instinctively, I slid my finger into her tight hole while fluttering her clit with my thumb. Instinct had been right; she bucked, cried out, and went limp. By the time she was coherent again, I was holding her in my arms.

For a time we cuddled. Escort side I really didn’t expect more, at this point; she had already gone far beyond her previous experience, and seemed to be drained. I felt a profound tenderness, and a willingness to hold her as long as she felt the need. My own aching hardness, though not forgotten, lost all importance.

As limp as she had gone, I expected her to fall asleep. Instead, she began a slow examination of my body, as slow and meticulous as my examination of hers. Before, she had gone from shyness to need far too fast to take time for things like this; now, she had the time, and she seemed to regard my body as a marvelous toy. I was flattered by her gasp at the

size of my cock – I am of average size, but to her it seemed enormous.

Rather hesitantly, she took my cock into her mouth. She only had the vaguest idea about what to do, but she was an eager learner. Only her inexperience allowed me to keep from finishing then and there – and she was a quick study. Just before I passed the point of no return, she relented, and let the head pop back out of her mouth; gradually, the threatened eruption receded. She slid back up to kiss me; after a hug that threatened my ribs, she rolled onto her back and said “Now. Take me.”

I supported myself above her, and placed the head of my cock against her entrance. Somehow, I made myself stop, and looked down into her eyes. I saw excitement, eagerness, and fear all mixed together. “Are you sure? I can stop if you’re not ready.” Her jaw firmed. “Yes! Do it now!.”

I still can’t fully describe what I felt when I first entered her. I could use all the old, trite, terms – hot, wet, tight, soft – but beside the physical, and much more important, was that she wanted me, and trusted me enough give me her virginity. Even through my passion, I felt a wave of tenderness, and protectiveness.

Paradoxically, that first entrance seemed both to last forever and be over instantly. I had worried about hurting her, but neither of us even noticed her hymen’s breaking; we were both too absorbed in other sensations. All too soon, I was buried to my full length, my pubic hairs mingling with her scant crop. We both paused for a moment to absorb what had happened.

She brought the moment to an end with a murmured “so full,” emphasizing it with a squeeze of her pussy; what she lacked in experience her natural aptitude more than made up for. I cupped a breast and kissed her, as slowly and lovingly as I could, before I began to move again. Our mutual need, held in abeyance by first-time tension, returned to the fore.

Whatever little self possession either of us had left was soon lost. Dimly, through a building orgasm, I was aware that she was moving with me, matching thrust with thrust. Once started, she seemed to have a need that exceeded my own. We were both past the point where subtlety, or gentleness, mattered. If it was possible for two people to force themselves into one, we would have done so. This time, when she came, I felt her pussy clench around me, tight enough I could barely move. With a final thrust, I joined her, my wordless groan blending with her cry of triumph.

“Was it like you expected?”

“No. If I’d known what it’s like, I couldn’t have waited this long.”

“Just as well you didn’t then.”

A giggle. “You’re right.”

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**THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY** BRACE YOURSELF

Every day of chemistry we made perfect eye contact. Something about the way he looked at me made me feel as though he saw me in a different light than he did my peers. It was undeniable that i wanted him badly, and I think he could tell. He is the type of man that you can’t help but stare at. His beautifully ocean blue eyes contrasted perfectly with his raven black hair. His figure was to die for, not too buff, not too scrawny, just right. Just right enough to be held by and cuddled with. He is the teacher that every girl giggles about and the teacher every guy wants to party with. I had to have him. He moved from Franchinni, Italy to Arizona when he was 17 to go to school, giving him a thick Italian accent, which made him even sexier. I would say he was about 29. He was a work of art, something God spent more time on. I definitely had to have him. And something told me that he was thinking the same thing about me…

Now I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I am quite a looker. Long dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, a great bust, washboard abs (kudos to my swim coach), and amazing lips. You could say I was Ms. Thing of P. Ferris High. I knew people wanted me. Guys and girls alike. But I wanted nothing to do with them. I had a few casual boyfriends here and there. I even let a few guys finger fuck me. But I was holding out for someone I actually liked. Someone like Mr. Blassioli. Maybe even him…

Senior Year: Chemistry

“Okay class, take out your textbooks and turn to page 334. Today we are learning about…”

I drifted off, not ignoring Mr. Blassioli, or but more along the lines of…”undressing him with my eyes.” You could see his huge manhood through his slacks, everyone knew he was packing some major heat. I imagined him fucking me on top of the lab counters in the classroom. Although he didn’t seem like the pounding type (more like the sweet, romantic love making type), I wanted him to fuck me hard. I felt my groin pulsing at the thought of it. I immediately turned a bright red and snapped back in to it, in fear that someone knew what I was thinking about. I heard my name. What?

“Nicole? Nicole? Someone wake her up…Ms. Cutler, I see you after school at 3. Try to pay attention.” (Mind you, his english is poor)

Shit, he caught me. Oh well, more time alone with Mr. Blassioli meant more to me than hanging out in İstanbul Escort the school parking lot with my juvenile friends…Wait…Wait that’s it! Today is my chance. I can seduce the hell out of Mr. Blassioli and finally feel everything I have been imagining. I constantly catch him taking a peek down my shirt. Not that I minded or anything, but it gave me more confidence for what I was preparing to do at 3:00 today.

The rest of the day was a blur. I think I slept through the last 2 classes and then I woke up finding myself zombie walking to Mr. Blassioli’s office. I had never been there before. Teacher’s offices are in the corners of their rooms. Privacy. Just what I needed. I approached the closed door with caution, taking an extra second to give myself a reality check.

Knock. Knock. Kn-

“The door open.” (God I loved his poor english!)

His voice interrupted my last knock, throwing me in to shock. For some reason, I was thinking he wouldn’t be there. But he was. Oh, baby, he was!

“Hi Mr. Blassioli. You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Ms. Cutler. It seems you have a problem paying attention. Now, what is the deal?”

“I’m sorry, you know how it can be tiring listening to teachers all day long. I just…I’m sorry. But I…I have trouble with chemistry. I don’t understand it. “

“What do not you understand?” He motioned for me to sit in the chair next to him. I was definitely going for it. I casually walked over there. And…of course…He was looking at my chest. I sat down and took out a notebook of the day’s notes.

“The lesson from today, I just don’t get it.”

I leaned in closer, our noses almost touching. I could see it in his eyes that he understood why I was so close. I felt a strong heat in my pussy. It was building up. Then, suddenly, his hand was on my knee, just at the edge of my skirt. Every nerve in my body was in shock. He gave me a very sexy smile, I knew what was coming. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. Oh so sensual! He pulled back. What did I do wrong?

“Is this right?”

“W-…I don’t…”

“You know,” He moved his hand higher up to my thigh sending shivers down my spine “I have always thought you were special girl. You are beautiful girl and I have think about this since first day I met. You will not say anything, no?”

I smiled, giving him the response he was satisfied with. Slowly, İstanbul Escort bayan I moved in again and grabbed hold of his big hand and slid it up my skirt on the heat of my body. I was almost shaking. He put his other hand on my shoulder for reassurance. I took the courage to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. His masculine chest hair was making me so horny. I was about to fuck him right then and there, but just as I thought, he did me with passion. Slowly he stood up and motioned for me to do the same. He placed me with my ass against his desk and his throbbing cock against my hungry pussy. He began to kiss my neck.

God, this man was good! Who knows how, but with one hand he unbuttoned my shirt in a matter of two seconds. His strong hand was placed on my left breast. He began to massage it and I felt his breaths becoming heavier and faster. My body was screaming at what this man was doing to me. He unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. His mouth made its way to one of my nipples. He sucked on it and nibbled it causing me to almost orgasm. Now this had been done to me before, but never had someone given me a near orgasm by only fondling my chest. His slippery tongue drew circles on my nipple making me so wet. Then, after what seemed like hours, he slowly unzipped my skirt. It fell in the same manner as my bra. He smiled at me and whispered an Italin phrase in to my ear. “Il mio fiore prezioso” (It translates in to “my precious flower”.

He traced the pattern of a flower outline on my underwear. My knees almost buckled. I began to undo his belt and he closed his eyes. We were both in ecstasy, no doubt. I undid his slacks and slid off his briefs, exposing his enormous, erect penis. I had no idea how that was going to fit in to me without causing me excruciating pain, but it was going to. He eased off my lacy black underwear and began to tickle my thighs with his soft hands. Teasing my every erogenous zone. Finally he took his index finger and slid it between my vaginal lips. My wetness had made it slippery. I made my way to his ear and sucked on it, making him let out a soft moan. He then whispered “Rendete me il tatto vivo” (translating to: You make me feel alive).

He slid his finger into my tight vagina which hurt a bit, but felt so good. Slow at first, but then faster and faster. He then took another finger and did the same. The pain was almost too much. Escort İstanbul I bit his shoulder which only made him finger fuck me harder. I wanted him to fuck me. It was like he knew what I wanted. He remover his fingers and then sat me up on his desk and planted kisses all over my body. He planted a soft kiss on my clit which sent shock waves down my body. He then put his arms around me and rubbed my clit with his rock hard shaft. I was going to have an orgasm. He rubbed it soft then hard then soft again. The variation of pressure put me in ecstasy and i came on his hard cock. That orgasm was my first, but not my last with Mr. Blassioli. He then inserted his dick into my tight pussy which hurt much more than the fingers. He did it slowly. A tear ran down my cheek and he kissed it off of me. I was digging my nails in to his back, which made him fuck me harder. It then felt as though he broke through a barrier inside of me and his entire penis was inside of me.

This was a good kind of hurt. I was moaning louder and he was too. His thrusts in to me were becoming harder and faster. I cried out “Oh God Mr. Blassioli, fuck me harder!”

“Antony. Call…me…ungg…Antony…ohh baby…Nicole you make me feel soooo good. I fuck you as hard as you want. I want to make you feel good.”

“Antony, harder, faster, faster…Oh God Antony.”

We were moaning and I was crying his name out. I don’t know how we didn’t get caught. But thank God we didn’t.

At that moment, we orgasmed simultaneously. His hot cum mixed with my hot juices. And he rested on my shoulder. His wavy black hair tickled my chest. Our hot and sweaty bodies tangled up in one another. It was a beautiful thing. He kissed me over and over again until I had to go to swimming practice.

We dressed and couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other. When I was leaving he stopped me. He turned me to him, kissed me long and hard while caressing my ass cheeks. Then he said something I will never forget. “Making love to you was the greatest thing God could have allowed me to do.”

I kissed him back hard. I started crying into his chest and he held on to me. He even started to tear. We both knew it was wrong. But it felt so right. After what felt like an eternity he tilted my chin up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I walked away knowing that what we had done was the start of something that would lead to great pain and strife. But it would also lead to love.

Mr. Blassioli resigned as an employee of my high school. I thought I had scared him off, being a threat to his career. But little did I know that he did it for us. So that we could be together. And we were together. And we are together.

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Weeks later, Skye was with her friend, Summer, who was a courtesan. “What is it that you really want, Skye?” Summer asked her friend.

Skye laughed. Honestly, I want Storm. But he won’t sleep with me until we are married.”

“You won’t marry him?” Summer asked.

“No, I’d rather be his mistress.”

“There could be serious consequences.”

Skye sighed. “I know. It isn’t fair that men are allowed to have as many lovers as they wish, but ladies can be ruined by a mere hint of indiscretion.”

“So, how far have you gone with him? Did he kiss you?” Summer wanted to know.

Skye hesitated. “What we did was far more intimate than kissing.”

“More intimate?”

“Yes. And I liked it very much.”

Summer smiled. “You didn’t make love to him, did you?”

“No. I am still a virgin. We have just used our hands and mouth so far. The first time he just kissed my breasts and I gave him a hand job. The second time he used his mouth on me again. This time on my… my…you know.”

Summer smiled, knowing what her friend meant. “How was it?”

“It was the most incredible experience that I have ever felt,” Skye admitted. “I get wet just thinking about it.”

The two friends were quiet for a few moments. Skye spoke first. “Summer, I have a proposition for you.”

“What proposition?”

“You know that I have never followed the rules of society. I am tired of being a lady. Until I decide to take a man to my bed, I want you to be my lover.”

“I don’t know, Skye…”

“With you as my lover, I can stay a virgin for as long as possible. Storm has shown me what it could be like. I want to know about passion, about pleasure. You can teach me.”

“What if someone finds out?”

“I’m willing, even eager to become a scarlet woman.”

Bending, Skye drew off her slippers. Then she unfastened her gown and let it slip to the floor. Stepping out of it, she stood in front of Summer in only her chemise and silk stockings.

Her nipples hardened and the rosy aureoles showed through the thin fabric of her chemise. “Please, Summer. Do this for me. You don’t even have to get naked. Just take off your dress.”

As Summer started to undress, Skye sat on the bed and pulled her chemise off and rolled her stockings down her legs. When she was done, she lay back on the bed with her legs hanging over the side.

Summer was standing there in only her chemise and stockings.

As Skye opened her legs, Summer kneeled between them and started kissing her thighs and slowly worked her way to her now swollen and distended clit. Flicking her tongue at it, Skye squirmed in unbearable pleasure and loudly cried out as Summer pleasured her. She is good, Skye thought, she had to be with her profession. Summer pleasured men and women for a living. That is why she asked her to this for her.

Summer might be good at what she does, but that will be the only time she will do this for Skye. She didn’t want her to get into trouble. She will have to convince Skye that if she really wanted Storm, then she will have to seduce him. No man, no matter who he is, will eventually give in to a woman’s seduction. And Storm would be no exception.

Skye was moaning as Summer increased her movements with her tongue. As she sucked on her clit, she slid in first one finger, then two, wild desire flared through Skye. Thrashing beneath Summer’s ministrations, Skye’s orgasms came quickly and hard.

When her senses returned, they were lying side by side on the bed. Summer was the first to speak. “Skye, why don’t you seduce Storm. If you want him for your lover, I think you should act now. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that no man can resist a woman’s seduction.

Skye agreed and nodded, in full agreement with her friend. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She had been fighting her desires long enough, and she wanted Storm.

Despite her decision, Skye lacked experience to seduce men. “The thing is, Summer… I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“You’ll be fine. It’ll come naturally. And you can use my place. It is quiet and discreet, and wear a veil and pretend to be a widow until you are safely inside.” After a moment she added, “If Storm is concerned about dishonoring you, Skye, be prepared to become the aggressor.

She wondered how he would respond when she was his pursuer. She smiled. It was difficult to see herself as a brazen seductress and Storm her victim. Even so, it will be interesting.

Skye was feeling excited as she waited at Summer’s place for Storm to show up. She had written him, asking him to meet her here at eleven o’clock tonight, but was uncertain if he would come.

When a knock sounded at the door, she jumped, but bid him entry. Her heart pounding before Storm even entered the room. He slowly shut the door behind him.

“What do you want by asking me here, Skye?”

Ignoring his question, “Won’t you join me?” she asked, pointing to the empty chair.

“Why don’t you come to the point of your invitation? What are you up to?”

She İstanbul Escort swallowed hard. Well, I… I have a proposition for you.”

“What proposition?”

Skye’s lips trembled. “I know it is normal for a man to initiate an affair, but… I want you for my lover.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I don’t want to remain a virgin any longer. And it’s all your fault. You gave me a taste of passion when I want the whole experience. You have teased me enough.”

“You don’t expect me to deflower you, do you?” he retorted. “I thought you were a lady.”

Skye smiled. “You said you wanted me in your bed.”

“As my wife, not my mistress.” his frown deepened. “What is this, Skye?”

She stood, holding his gaze. “It has to do with desire. I want you.”

“You know my terms.”

Skye reached up to pull her pins out of her hair. Storm’s eyes followed her movements as she let down her dark tresses and combed them with her fingers.

“Don’t you want me, Storm?” she asked seductively.

“You know I do.”

“And I want you. Why be so difficult about it?”

“I have no intention of taking your virginity until we wed.”

Bending, she took off her shoes. Then reaching behind her, she unfastened her dress. She let the dress slip to the floor and stepped out of it, and stood there wearing only a delicate chemise and silk stockings.

Her nipples hardened as Storm’s gaze fastened on her breasts. When his gaze dropped lower, she knew he could see her already wet womanhood. The desire in his eyes encouraged her a bit.

She leaned down and slowly peeled her stockings down her legs.

“Skye, stop that right now,” he commanded.

“No, I won’t. If you don’t make love to me, then I will have to get more aggressive.”

She slowly walked to the door to lock it and withdrew the key. Turning, she held the key up. “If you want to leave you will have to come and take this key.”

He stood and made no move, watching her every move. She tossed the key onto the floor beside her dress.

She slowly backed up to the couch as he started moving toward her. When she was on the bed, he nudged her thighs wider. His hands firm about her breasts, he ducked his head, found her lips and drew her into a long, increasingly erotic kiss. She caught his shoulders and leaned back to expose her throat.

He broke the kiss briefly. “Lean back on your hands.”

She did and felt steadier right away and felt more exposed as his fingers closed about her nipples and tightened. With a gasp she arched her spine, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands, offering them up to him. Arms braced, head back, eyes closed, she heard her own gasps as his lips touched, then lightly brushed across the flushed, taut skin of the upper curves of her breasts. Then his hand firmed about one mound, raising it. She cried out as his lips close over the aching nipple.

She whimpered as he stroked his tongue across the peak. She shuddered as he turned his attention to her other breast. She wanted to bury her hands in his hair and hold his head to her breasts, but she needed both hands to lean on. So she just sat there her spine arched, her breasts surrendered to him and let him do as he pleased. And he did.

As he drew one tight nipple deep into his mouth, he silently thanked God for Skye and her perfect little breasts and that she would accept his marriage proposal. He will not take her virginity. No matter what she does. He will just pleasure her again like he did before.

She sat up and probed the firmness of his burgeoning erection beneath his breeches. “Do you really think you can resist me?” she murmured. “Do you even want to try?”

When she unbuttoned his shirt, he stopped her. “Skye… I am sorry, but that will be all. Either you marry me or we are done. It is your choice.”

Standing abruptly, Storm straightened his shirt.

“You are leaving?” Skye asked dismayed.

“Yes, and so are you.” Bending, he picked up her gown and tossed it at her. “Put it on.”

She clutched the gown to her naked breasts. “But I thought we will sleep together. Please, Storm. Do this for me.”

“No. I don’t have that right. Please, marry me, Skye.”

“Storm… I want to make love to you.”

“What you want is beside the point. I’m not touching you again. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

“Storm, please…”

“That is the end of it. Get dressed.”

Pretty ticked off, she dressed. She pulled on her dress and struggled to fasten the hooks while various thoughts spun through her head. She stopped trying to fasten her dress. The evening was mostly a failure. Storm was too damn honorable. She was only partially satisfied, again. Suddenly, she realized something. Storm was not like her father. Not all men are the same. She loved him.

“Storm…”

“Damn it, Skye, I said…”

She stopped his words by kissing him. “Okay. I will marry you, damn it. Now make love to me.”

“No. We will get married first.”

“When?”

“As soon as possible. İstanbul Escort bayan Tomorrow.”

She wrapped her arms around him.

“What caused the change of heart so quickly? I have asked you numerous times, and you refused every time.”

“I know. But I just realized that I love you, Storm.

“I don’t know if your love is enough.”

“N-not enough?” she repeated, her voice quivering.

“I need your trust as well.”

“You have my trust, my love.” Tears start to form in her eyes. “I know I was wrong to fear marriage. You would never hurt me.”

“Thank you for finally admitting that.”

Skye nodded in agreement. “I have been a fool, I know that now. What we have is unique and rare. I can’t throw it all away because of my fear.”

“It would indeed be foolish.”

“Yes.” She hesitated several heartbeats before she found her voice again. “Do you love me enough to give me a second chance?”

“Of course I love you, Skye, you stubborn women.”

“I was terrified that I was too late.”

“So this is a marriage proposal?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her beautiful body to his.

“Yes.”

He stepped back a little. “Say the words, my love. I have done my share of proposing. I believe it’s your turn.”

“Do you want me to go down on my knees as well?”

“No, a simple proposal will do.”

“Will you please marry me, my love?”

“Tell me why I should.”

“Because I love you dearly, and I don’t want to live without you.”

He gazed into her eyes. “I thought you wanted your independence.”

“Independence is not worth having if I am miserable. And I am utterly miserable without you. My life would be empty if I lost you.” Skye held his gaze. “I want you for my husband. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, as your wife.”

The relief was so great that her knees nearly buckled as Storm bent to kiss her. His lips touched hers, gently, unbelievable wonderful. Then he stepped back. He handed her a document.

Curious, she took it and proceeded to read it. She stared in disbelieve. It was a marriage license. She looked up at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. “We’re married?”

“No, not yet we aren’t,” he corrected her.

“Of all the despicable, underhanded, deceitful things to do!” she sputtered.

“You frightened the devil out of me, vowing you wouldn’t marry me no matter what I did.”

“So you waited until I said ‘Yes’?”

Storm smiled widely. “Yes.”

She poked a finger into his chest. “You are a villain, darling!”

“You left me no choice, my stubborn little hellion. What else could I do? I couldn’t force you to accept my hand. You had to choose freely.”

He brought her fingers to his lips, pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. “I was never going to let you get away from me. I love you too much to ever accept ‘No’ for an answer. This should prove to you that I love you.”

“I suppose so.”

He reached up to caress her cheekbones with his thumbs as he stared into her eyes. “So you accept that we can get married tomorrow.”

“Yes, Storm. I accept.”

“Thank God. I was getting scared that I would lose you.” He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. He rested his cheek on her hair. “I could never live without you, Skye. I thought I was content and happy until I met you. I never realized how much I was missing until now. I haven’t been the same man since I kissed you that first time.”

Skye felt the same way about Storm. He filled all the empty places in her heart and in her life.

She leaned into the warm, solid strength of him, cherishing the feeling of holding him, of knowing that he belonged to her now, until forever. “I am grateful that you didn’t give up on me.”

When she reached up to unbutton his shirt, he stopped her. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I want to make love to you,” she said huskily. “I thought I’d give you a wedding gift. Myself.”

“That is a gift I will always treasure, but I won’t accept it until we are married.”

“Please.”

“I am as impatient as you are, but I am not making love to you until you are my bride.”

“But I am willing now.”

“You will have to be satisfied with kisses until tomorrow.”

“Only kisses?” Highly disappointed, Skye made a pouting face. “You know it will be torture, waiting until tomorrow.”

“It will be worth it, I promise you.”

Skye silently thank God that her stubbornness almost cost her; her future husband and happiness.

“We can stay here for the night. My friend gave me permission to stay here if I wanted to.”

Storm gently kissed her. “Goodnight then, my love.”

They quietly made their way to separate beds. Tomorrow will be a glorious, glorious day.

The next day, they were married by a judge with a few of Skye’s friends there as witnesses. Right after they went to bed to celebrate and consummate their marriage.

When they were both naked, Storm urged his wife to the bed. Laying down he pulled Escort İstanbul her down on top of him, then let her take the lead. Her long, dark hair fell in a silky curtain around their heads, then teased his skin as she bent and pressed passionate kisses over his jaw, throat and chest.

When she was at his groin, he tangled his hands in her hair and closed his eyes as his wife’s lips closed over the crest of his arousal. He jerked eagerly, and gave a low, strangled sigh as she suckled on him.

The fire built inside him as Skye went on suckling him, plying him with her warm tongue and lips, laving and pulling, coaxing a shudder from him.

Storm groaned as his climax neared. “Sweetie, I going to explode if you don’t stop doing that.”

She didn’t stop. With a groan, he grasped her hair tighter and yielded. He exploded. His seed spurting into her mouth. Some of it escaping, but she lick every drop up and swallowed it. “Why did you do that?” he asked, breathing hard, shocked that she even considered doing what she just did.

“I have a friend that told me how to pleasure a man. And I enjoyed it.”

How he wanted her. But he had to go slow, for she was still a virgin.

He trailed his fingers down her body to the apex of her thighs, finding her velvety folds. She was already hot and swollen for him. He brushed the sensitive bud and stroked it with exquisite tenderness. He teased her until he was aroused again.

He made her arch and shivered against his hand. He probed her warm, silky folds with his fingers and pressed slowly inside her.

Skye gasped and tensed her muscles, but Storm murmured a quiet reassurance. When he stretched himself over her, she was gazing up at him.

Bracing his weight on his forearms, he nestled his body in the cradle of her thighs and parted her swollen sex with his.

“I may hurt you,” he warned regretfully.

She smiled and reached up to touch his face. “It’s all right,” she whispered.

The love he felt for her deepened, he stared into her lovely face and very gently, he eased the head of his erection into her quivering flesh.

Skye held her breath but made no sound. With gently care, Storm pressed forward again, pushing inside her a little.

When a wince flashed across her features, he halted and feathered light kisses across her forehead, cheekbones, lips, wanting to kiss away the pain. After a moment he felt her relax again, so he slowly slid in further, his long, thick arousal stretching her flesh, filling her.

She was tight, wet, fitting him like a glove, enveloping him in glorious heat. He was so hard that his entry hurt her. As she whimpered, Storm suddenly thrust through her maidenhead. She gave a small scream at the burst of pain that ran through her body.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, my love,” he whispered. “In a moment there will only be pleasure.”

Skye answered by wrapping her legs around his torso. After a moment or two, Storm started moving in and out of her slowly. Dear God in heaven! This is better than I dreamed. Her head fell back, and he leaned forward to lick at her slender throat with his tongue. Her legs unwound from about him, and he pushed them back, allowing him better access to her throbbing sheath. She raised her arms above her head, giving him total freedom to her breasts.

She cried out in pleasure as he reached out with both hands to squeeze them, smiling at her cry of passion. Leaning forward, he began to tongue the nipples. He teased her breasts unmercifully, licking, nibbling, kissing, biting down on the sensitive crests just enough to cause a quick pain, which he immediately kissed away, all the while remaining buried deep within her.

Skye could feel him throbbing within her. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, as if they were about to burst. She was afire with desire and was almost sobbing with pleasure. She tried moving her hips, but his weight held her down. “Make love to me, damn it,” she hissed at him. “Please.”

He looked down into her beautiful face and laughed softly. “Really.”

Bending, he took a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle hard upon it.

She almost screamed at the pleasure. Her whole body began to ache with her hunger to be satisfied. “I want you, Storm!” she sobbed. “I want you now!”

Then he started moving within her. The rhythm became faster and faster until their passion exploded in a furious burst that left him breathless, and her unconscious for a few moments.

They slept for a few hours, and when Skye awoke she found herself lying upon her stomach with a pillow under it, and the covers off her. She tried moving her arms but found that she couldn’t. She saw that they were tied to the bed. As were her legs, but she could move them more freely than her arms. She was confused. Feeling a fluttery movement on her back, she turned her head slightly to see that Storm had placed fruits along her spine, and was in the process of eating them off her back.

“What’s with the restraints?” she wanted to know.

“Arouse your senses even more, for a more intense orgasm.” he answered.

When he had eaten all the fruit, he moved over her and slowly, slowly entered her. When she raised herself a little on her elbows, he reached under her and he fondled her breasts, her cries telling him of the pleasure she was receiving.

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Let me narrate a very sweet, memorable and outstandingly sexy incident that ever took place in my life. I had just taken my 12th board exams and got completely free until my results. I had been getting bored at home. Noticing my boredom, my mother suggested I go to my bua’s (father’s sister) village for some days to dispel that monotonous time. I took it for otherwise since I was not a bit interested in visiting the village. But what to do….I thought something is better than nothing. So I acted upon my mother’s advice and got ready with my bag the next day.

I turned up at the village in evening. When I entered I really felt serenity in the virgin air of the village; untainted and unpolluted and inexplicably salubrious. I felt smug at my agility of obeying mother’s suggestion. I got my bua’s home and performed ablution. I went to the roof. I got fascinated with the surroundings. The twilight was swaying on the earth and playing on my face. The entire environment had put a strong check on each throb of my heart and I willingly did not want to be unleashed from that sacredness. The chirping of frolicking birds was innocently killer. My bua called out for me to take milk. I got down and took milk. Then she told me to take a visit to the fields with her. She took me with her.

On our way a lady ran into us. She was returning from the fields with a heavy burden of hay on her head. My bua introduced me to her and told she was her fast friend and neighbour. I greeted her. She asked me to drop in her home having returned from the fields. She insisted on my having dinner at her home the same night. I accepted like a very obedient child.

I was observing everything while walking to the fields. I noticed the girls of the village were extremely beautiful with no paint and makeup on their faces. A raw beauty!! The beauty that had never been tampered by any urban beautician. They had never known the way to parlours. I was intoxicated by their countenance. That time I was just 18. I, however, was often attacked by carnal desire and curiosity to know about chudaii (fucking). I often got the itching in my mind and heart and body to have the touch of a female. But I had been untouched by then and had never known the unprecedented touch of a girl. I had faint jhaant (pubic hair) around my lund (dick). I had never ever known what the cum was. I just had overheard others discuss all the cum and chudaii in my class.

It had been dark by the time we arrived at home. Then a cute small boy came and told me that his mother was calling me. I was surprised that who he was. Then my bua told me that he was the son to the same lady who had met on the way and he had come to remind me about the invitation to dinner. My bua taught me that her friend was also bua to me in relation. I then went to her home for dinner.

As I entered I greeted and felt feet of bua and fufa (bua’s hubby) and sought their blessings. Bua was cooking. Then bua called out a name Deepa!!!! Then from the other room emerged a lady who seemed to have just taken bath. Her incredibly long hair was scattered on her shoulders emitting some shampoo fragrance. She was wearing a blue saree. She was fairly tall around 5’7″. Her skin was milky fair. I had and have never seen such a gorgeous, voluptuous and nymph-like brunette. Oh my god!! What a thrilling siren she was!!! Her chuchiyan (boobs) were absolutely round, soft and enormous popping out as if they had been getting suffocated in the bra and wanted to let loose violently the moment bra was taken off. Her gaand (ass) was ridged out in round and carved shape in saree making a perfect ratio with the waist. When she walked the two parts of her gaaand (ass) chit chatted with each other. Her face was superbly sexy, awfully beautiful and so innocent as if it had never committed any wrong. Her lips were worth sucking for centuries at a stretch. Oh oh!!! Anyways she walked to bua and took the charge of cooking. My eyes were not going off her face and body. I was watching her stealthily. She had wounded my heart; and my lund too, obviously. The whole world vanished. My eyes were darting her body only.

Deepa laid the table for all of us. Bua introduced me to her saying she was her younger sister. She had been married ten years before. I greeted her nodding my head. She gave a slightly naughty glance with a dim smile. I was dead at that. She was making chapattis and serving us. In each trip of hers of serving chapatti I did not lose a chance to have a closer view of her face and cleavage. I had been hungry since noon but then my hunger was nowhere to be found. I was just chewing chapattis mechanically. Having finished meals bua said,”Don’t forget to come in the morning for milk. Ok? And besides, you can come anytime.”

I came back and chit chatted with my bua for sometime. In talks I managed to ask about Deepa. She told me that she had been married to an engineer with whom cropped up some differences the previous year because of which she had left her own home and had come there to live. Since Beylikdüzü escort then she had been living there with her elder sister.

I could not sleep that night and kept thinking about her. My conscience was alerting me each time that she was also like bua and I should not think in that respect. But my mind kept on disturbing me and was not letting me think anything else but Deepa bua. She must have been 35 then.

The next day I woke up late. Having finished with my ablutions I rushed to the next door. It was 11 am. I knocked at the door. Oh god!! It was Deepa who opened the door. She welcomed me and showed me in. After sometime I got sweetly surprised to notice that there was no one at home but Deepa bua. I asked bua about others. She said that they all had to go to the city for some court work and would be back by evening. I said, “Ok then I will come some other time.” She insisted on my sitting there and offered me milk.

She was sitting just beside me. I could feel the warmth and perfume of her body. She asked me about my exams. I was trying to control my mind and behaving very decently. I was avoiding looking at her but I sensed that she was incessantly gazing at my face. I at times felt shy but she did not. I was tall dark handsome. My height was 5-10.

My milk was finished. Then I was to go. I stood up to go. But to my surprise she caught my hand and pulled back on the chair and asked me not to go. I took it for casual. Then she said,” lemme show u my album. That has the pictures I got taken with my staff when I was working with a multinational company.” I said ok. Then she fetched a big album from her bag and came near me. She sat beside me. Her thigh was touching mine. The moment her left thigh touched my right one, an acute current passed through my body. Then she began to show. In the mid she often put her hand on mine to indicate some picture. Each time I felt sweet jolt. I could not see anything but her. I could smell her breaths tinged with lipstick. Then I felt that she was gradually growing nearer with some pressure. I felt like hugging her but my mind alerted each time that she was bua and far older than I. I was not supposed to think in that way. She came so close to me while showing pictures that my right elbow was touching her chuchi. My mind stopped functioning. I could feel the softness of her chuchi. She intermittently put a slight pressure on my elbow.

After the album was over she looked into my eyes and said, ” Hey Babbu! You are very sweet.” My heart started pumping hard at that comment. I politely thanked her without looking up. I noticed she was only looking at me. I had no moustache or beard grown on my face then. I had been untouched and inexperienced teen lad. Then I rose to pack up but she again caught my hand and pulled harder. This time I landed less than half on her left thigh. I restored exclaiming sorry. She put her hand on my right thigh and started rubbing slightly. I was feeling terribly shy. I commented what she was doing. She sped up her movements on my thigh. She reached the level on my thigh where one of her fingers was touching my lund. It was extremely tight. I felt shyer.

Looking into my eyes she asked me how many friends I had got. I said three. Then she said, “What about girl friends?” I said, “None yet!” She made a pitiful face and said, “Oh! Poor guy! So old and no girl friend! It is a pity.” Then she asked, “Will you be my friend?” I said, “How can I be your friend? You are so older than I. Moreover you are bua to me in relation.” She smiled at me and said, “Can bua not be friend? And is there any role of age in friendship?” Her finger still kept hitting my lund during the conversation. I was getting out of my breath and so was she. I could clearly notice her breaths were getting faster. I said, “I don’t know.” She said with broken breath and mischievous eyes, “Ok then I am making you my friend now on.” I said nothing. She asked if I had accepted her offer. I said, “As you wish.” At the same time I was getting terribly nervous. She however seemed to be a good player. She then said, “Then shake your hand with me for this friendship.” I raised my hand. She caught my hand in hers which was awfully soft and warm. What beautiful hands she had! Each finger seemed to have been carved taking years. Very light purple veins on her hands were beautifully conspicuous.

She then put her moving hand on my lund explicitly. I felt shy and looked into her eyes with interrogation. She threw a naughty and inviting grin. My lund was hissing like hungry snake. She said, “Hmm really tight!” I was embarrassed. She said tightening her grip on my lund, “You naughty chap! What is this? Hmm?” I could comment nothing but sorry. She said getting more inviting, “It’s ok. It’s ok. It happens.” My heart burst into astonishment when she said, “Hey Babbu! Can I see it?” She asked shrinking her long and beautifully carved nose making her extremely sexually starved slut. I said, “Hm?” She did not wait for my reply and started Beylikdüzü escort bayan pulling my zip down. I was lustfully flabbergasted. My hands and the entire body got immovable with thrills. I was nonplussed. Having opened my zip she said, “Let me see your lund Babbu.” The answer was only my deep and warm breath.

She put her hand into my pants. I felt her warm hand on my sniffing beast. It got stiffer and started burning. She said rubbing slightly, “Oh Babbuo!!! Don’t you wear underwear?” I was abashed at the question. I said that I had forgotten. In real I never wear. She then took my lund out of my pants so tenderly that the pleasure of her touch was intolerable. She held my lund in her hand gently with perfection as if she was going to perform an earnest inspection. Then she started staring at it like hungry whore. “Hmmmm!!!” she said with dazzling eyes, “your lund is so thick and long! It must be around 8 inches, I guess.” I said nothing for I had almost forgotten all human languages. She then pulled the foreskin back. The black swollen forepart was shining. She said, “Your lund is really a tough rod.” I was dumbfounded with broken breaths. She then wrapped the lund with her right hand and held the skin back with the left one. I had never had such experience in my life before. Although I often rubbed my lund with my own hands yet I had not known the taste of ejaculation. I in fact did not know about that. That taste of touching lund by other hand was different and killer.

She started rubbing her right hand up and down. Ohhhhh!!! It was indefinable. I gave a deep moan. Ahhhhhhh!! She rubbed for 3 minutes and kept gazing on my face. Her eyes were penetrating my face and eyes. She asked in a very low sexy moanful voice, “Howww do you feeel hhhhhh Babbuooo??” I said, “Oh bua ji it’s grreaat!!!” She then brought her face near my lund along with staring at me with slanting eyes. She stopped over my lund for a jiffy and gave a lustful glance at me with her half opened eyes. And then she slowly took my lund into her mouth. “Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!.” I could not bear the joy and gave long moan. She then started sucking my lauda (dick) with tight lips holding it in her hand. She was moaning at the same time as her mouth was gagged. I said, “Ohhhhh buaaa ji I am gonna die of this thrill. Please be a bit slow.” At this she sped up her movement groaning deeper and faster. I held her face to slow down her speed but I felt frail against her strong movements. She made me mad thrilled toy.

She was wearing red saree and blue blouse. Stripes of the bra suggested black colour. I put my left hand into her bra through cleavage and with the other I started rubbing her neck and shoulder. She became more maniac about sucking my lund. I could not reach her nipples but I could feel her chuchiyaan (boobs) that were so soft that they seemed like water filled condom. Her boobs were so large and round that the bra and the blouse could barely hold them.

She kept sucking my lund in the same way for 35 minutes. She had been playing and enjoying sucking it as if she had got something very precious that had been lost centuries before and she had been craving to get it. Then she opened my pants and pulled it down. She removed my shirt. She undressed me completely. She made me stand up and then she hugged me hard. I also hugged her hard. That was the sign for me to be aggressive then.

I started moving my lips around her neck and ears. I took her left ear in my mouth and started sucking hard. She had been moaning violently, “Ohhhhh Babbuoooo!!! Main mar jaungi (I am gonna die)!!” My breaths were mingling with hers. I then took her lower lip into my mouth and started sucking. What a lip it was!! Oh my god!! I sucked her lips and tongue. The whole of my mouth was into hers. I was rubbing her waist and gaaand (ass) from behind. I caught her tightly. She implored in deep moan for…… she was not able to utter words but my name. She inserted her knees into my legs that I gripped hard. My lund was touching her chooot (pussy) from outside the saree. She was rubbing her chooot against my lund hard. She was standing on her paws and had come up. I had caught her through her waist tightly. She was bent backwards and I was bent forward holding her into my arms. We were standing like rainbow- I on her -depicting seven colours of sex. The two bodies were one.

I laid her on the bed. I began from her feet. I took her feet thumb in my mouth and started sucking hard along with inserting my hand in her saree. I pulled her saree up. Ohhhh my god!! What legs she had!! Extraordinarily sexy, round , soft and white legs. I pulled her saree more up to her thighs. Ohhhhhhh!! what a scene that was!! She was moaning brutally. I said, ” Bua ji, your legs are so sexy that I feel like licking them like butter,” She said, “Ahhhhh Babbuoooo! My whole body is yours. Do whatever you want to do with it. Don’t leave me alive. Destroy me and kill me with your chudaiiiiii hhhhh! (hardcore fucking)” Then I started Escort beylidüzü rubbing her legs and kissing her thighs. I gave a bite to her thigh. She said, “Hiiiiiiiiiii mar gayi meri maaaaa!! (Oh! Mom I am killed)” And then I started licking her legs and thighs thoroughly. I pulled her saree up to her panty. Her panty was black and sexy. I opened her saree and threw it aside. Now she was in petticoat. I then went up and licked her belly and waist. I was kissing and licking hard. She kept moaning with the same intensity. Then I opened her blouse. She was in black bra from which white melons were peeping. I came on her and covered her completely. I moved my lips around her neck and ears. She was feeling my warm breaths in her ear.

She filled the room with violent moans. I stamped a kiss on her lips and took them into my mouth and sucked hard. She started caressing my head with her hands. And I held her chuchi (boobs) and started rubbing. I sucked her lips almost 15 minutes at a stretch. I imbibed the whole juice of her lips. I went to her boobs. I took my hands to her bra hook and tried to open them. But one of them got stuck and was not opening. My lund was hissing and could not control. She said with terrible groan, “Hey Babbuoooo!! Rip out this nasty hook but do fast. I cannot withstand the wait to be your lund into my chooot (pussy).” With this I plucked the hook with force and threw the bra aside. I kept looking at her mommey (boobs) for some time. They were so gorgeous and butter-like soft that I sucked and played on them for 20 minutes continuously. She kept saying, “Eat up the entire chuchuiyaaaan and drink the whole milk of them Babbuoo.” I sucked her nipples.

Then I took her petticoat’s thread into my mouth and pulled it open. When I opened the knot I pulled the petticoat down to her knee and went near her panty. My hot breath was touching her choot (pussy). I put my hands on her choot outside the panty and rubbed it. I then pulled her panty down; and both petticoat and panty I threw away. She was completely naked. I widened her legs and put my tongue tip on her clit. She gave a horrible bellow. And then I started sucking and licking her clit. She was moaning and fidgeting on the bed like a hungry snake. She had squeezed the cushion ends in her hands with the pleasure. I then put my tongue into her choot (pussy) and started fucking it. I slurped all her choot that was utterly wet. Then I made her mare and sucked her gaaand (anal) hard. Her ridged gaaaand (ass) was looking splendidly sexy. I was sucking her gaand (anal) and choot (pussy) longitudinally together.

The room was filled with the moan and fragrance of chudaii (fucking). I then put my lund onto her gaand (ass) and started hitting it with it. She said, ” Ya Babbu!! make my gaand (ass) red hitting it hard with your lund. Spank my ass you little nasty hungry sexy fella” I really made her gaand (ass) crimson by hitting it with my palms and lund. Then I put my lund on the lips of her choot (pussy) and gave a slight push. The forepart of lund went inside. She said, “ohhhhh babbuooo” Then I pulled out and gave another push – this time 10 times harder. She screamed horribly, ” Hiiiiiiiiii maaaaaa maregaaa Babbuoooo (Oh! Mom, you are gonna kill me, Babbu)!!!” Then I started a great chudaii (fucking) with to and fro motion of my lund in her chooot (pussy). The sound that was created with the collision between my thighs and her thighs and gaand (ass) filling the room with the sweetest music ever in the world; “patapat patapat patapat patapat patapat patapat.” And because of the spit on her choot (pussy) and wetness, the chudaii sounded, “pichapich pichapich pichapich pichapich pichapuch.” She said, “Bang my choot (pussy) and make it a shattered drum.” I increased my speed and did a memorable chudaii (fucking).

I fucked her for 35 minutes continuously. She cummed twice but nothing happened to me, for I had never known the orgasm ever before. Then I took my lund (cock) out. She was surprised to see my lund still erected and terribly thick and hard. She laid me on the bed and brought oil. She put oil on my lund (dick) and started rubbing her palm so hard that I could not bear that. I tried to stop her but she admonished me and kept masturbating my lund violently. She kept doing it for more than half an hour and then I felt a strange tickling in my monster which was quite new to me. I had never had such a sweet tickling in my brick before. It was sweet and very sharp. The sweetness and sharpness kept rising for over two minutes. I felt like pissing; a pissing with a different pleasure. At the peak it seemed as if some explosion was going to happen and lo! There was a BLAAAST. OHHHH GOODNESS!! A half glassful of yoghurt kind of substance sprang out of my little, naughty and hungry shaft with quick installments giving inexplicable pleasure which I had witnessed for the first time in my life. Almost all the shots hit Deepa bua’s face. The entire face of hers was smeared with the thick and white semen which after a while started dripping from her beautiful face. And I bet she was enjoying my loads on her face like anything. I then almost fainted and lay in bed with extreme frailty in the entire body. I had, for the first time, come to know the virtual CUM. We then kept lying in bed in each others’ arms for almost an hour.

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Larry and Sandy Wilson were relaxing in front of the television on this spring evening. Their three children were paying attention to the program that was airing; but Larry and Sandy were less engrossed. Sandy was paying more attention to the book that she was reading and Larry was dozing off periodically. Larry began thinking about how they had gotten to this place in their lives since he met Sandy while they were both in college in Ohio.

Larry had been in the first semester of his senior year at Ohio State when he saw this short, blond-haired girl in the mathematics class he was taking. After a couple of classes, he learned that her name was Sandy Hall and she was a sophomore. What initially caught his attention were the large breasts packed on the five foot-two, one hundred and five pound body. At the beginning of the semester he was concerned about that class because it was the last of his general education course requirements and if he didn’t pass he wouldn’t graduate in the spring. Early in the semester, Larry was struggling with the math class. Which brought about the second thing he noticed about Sandy, she was a wizard at mathematics. After a few weeks of frustration for this Business Management major, Larry decided that he would approach Sandy about some help with his math class.

Sandy had noticed Larry before she was approached about helping him with the math class. In fact, when she was approached, she hoped that he was interested in dating. Although somewhat disappointed with his intent, she agreed to spend some time helping him through the course work. Initially they started meeting a couple of weekday nights per week to study mathematics. After about three weeks, Larry asked one night, “How ’bout if we meet Friday to spend about an hour on math and then catch a movie or something.” Although her mind told her to jump at the chance, she suggested that they study some math and just go have coffee or something. Things went fairly well on that ‘date’ and Sandy agreed to go out with him the following weekend. Although she was not a prude when dating guys, she was still a virgin at the age of nineteen. Larry was trying to get in her pants from the beginning, but Sandy was intent on hanging on to that precious virginity for the time being. Although he was not enthused by her desire to remain chaste, he respected her wishes for a few months.

As they were getting into the swing of the second semester, she became frustrated from using her fingers to satisfy herself back in the dorm after their passionate make out sessions at his place after one of their dates. The spring semester had started and the two of them had become almost inseparable. It was an unseasonably warm day for late January so Sandy put on a short skirt over bikini underwear and a tank top over her bra-less, voluminous breasts. When Larry arrived to pick her up on this Friday evening, in his eight-year old car, the sight of her nipples protruding from those gorgeous mounds, although covered with a thin layer of cloth, made his mouth water. He remarked, “You look especially fine tonight, Sandy.”

She shot back with, “You mean that I don’t always.”

He stammered, “That’s not what I meant. You always look fine, but tonight you look especially good. Very sexy.”

Grabbing her own breasts, she said, “Well, you keep messing up the clasps on my bras trying to get at these; I decided save you a little work and save the wear and tear on my wardrobe.”

“What do you want to do tonight?”

“I don’t feel like going out and spending a lot of money tonight; let’s just go to your place and watch some TV.” That was another thing that Larry liked about her. She was concerned about his finances and more that once paid for their evening’s entertainment.

With a big smile crossing his face, he answered, “Sounds good to me. I’ve only got about twenty bucks left to last the weekend. Should we go?” With that, they got into his car and started the short drive to his place. When they arrived he went to the refrigerator to grab them each a soft drink then came back and turned the TV to a movie that he thought she would like. “This look good to you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I hear that this one is pretty good.” He then went to the couch, sat down and put his arm around her and started watching the TV. After a few minutes of watching the movie, he started squeezing one of her breasts. This made her scoot closer to him on the couch. Eventually he slid his hand to her waist so that he could slide his hand under her tank top and start working it up to her bare breast. When he started kneading it and fingering her nipple, she turned from the TV and started to kiss him. After about thirty minutes of heavy petting, she pulled away and slid her tank top over her head saying, “Let’s get this out of the way before you stretch it all out of shape.” By now, his cock was straining against the front of his pants. He thought that he was going to cum in his pants. He had a mouth full of tit and started to work one hand up Avcılar Escort the inside of one of her thighs. The pace of her breathing started to increase and she thought, “Am I going to be able to go through with this. I’m scared.” After a few minutes his hand reached her panty-clad pussy mound. She started hunching her crotch against his hand and he took that as a sign that he could move to the next step. He started to slide his hand under her panties. This was not a level that he reached every date, but it was not the first time for him to feel her bare pussy.

After several minutes, he had two fingers in her pussy and was using his thumb to flick her clit. Suddenly, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away and he thought, “Well, here comes another night of pounding my pud.” But he didn’t argue. That was another thing Sandy liked about him, he always let her control how far they went on any given night without openly expressing his disappointment at being cut short of his desired goal.

This night, though, she lifted her ass off of the couch and slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away. She said, “They’re going to get ripped the way you’re pawing around. What time is your roommate due back?”

Larry, short of breath, panted, “He’s gone for the week-end.”

Sandy, also short of breath, replied, “Good. Then we won’t be interrupted.” She then put her arms back around his neck and resumed kissing him. Larry returned his hand to her now bare pussy and the other to one of her tits. Sandy’s hand slid down to the front of his crotch and started rubbing it. Larry was becoming surer that he was going to come in his pants any minute. By now Sandy was working his zipper down and working her hand into his shorts. After his erect eleven-inch cock was out in the open, Sandy dropped her head to his crotch and started sucking on his throbbing member. She had done this for him once before, but that time it had taken a lot longer for her to get there. For someone as inexperienced as she was, she sure was doing a good job on his dick. As excited as he already was, it didn’t take long for him to blow his load into the back of her throat. Although this was only the second time in her life that she had done this, she managed to swallow like a pro, not spilling a drop. Very shortly, Larry regained his composure and returned his hand to her now-dripping pussy. After a couple of more minutes of finger action, Larry dropped to his knees in front of the couch and began to slowly nibble on that juicy muff. Larry had managed to accomplish this usually about once a month and it was usually accompanied by her giving him a hand job. Suddenly, Sandy’s legs locked around his neck and she started to pull the back of his head so hard into her crotch that he thought for a second that his whole head was going to end up in her pussy.

Finally, Sandy began to whimper and her whole body spasmed as she came. Larry nuzzled against her for a few minutes while he regained his breath. The he moved back up and kissed her. When he did so, Sandy furiously sucked on his tongue. When he stopped for a second, she said, “I always wonder why you’re so anxious to eat my pussy until I suck the juices off of your tongue afterward. I love the taste of my own pussy so much, I wonder if I would like someone else’s.”

Larry answered, “Do you have someone specific in mind?”

“Well, my roommate has sort of been giving me the idea that she would like to try it. But before I try eating someone else’s pussy, I want to see how my pussy juice tastes when I’m licking it off of a cock that has just fucked me.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re ready to lose that cherry finally?”

“When I find the right guy.”

“He’s sitting right here.”

“I know; that’s why we’re going into your bedroom right now.

It was quite a sight as the two of them started walking toward his bedroom; Sandy dressed only in her short skirt that was so bunched up that it looked more like a wide belt than a skirt and Larry pulling his shirt off with his fly open and his semi-hard cock flopping in the open. When they got next to the bed, Sandy removed her skirt and climbed onto the bed while Larry finished removing his clothes. He then joined her where they embraced and began kissing again and Larry returned to fondling her boobs. His cock did not take long to return to full erection. Sandy returned his kisses with fervor and started stroking his hard dick. She stopped kissing long enough to say, “I am ready for that thing, but please take it easy.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve waited too long for this to mess it up.” With that he started to slowly insert his cock into her dripping, but virgin, cunt. He slid about three inches in and stopped and pulled back about an inch and then slid it almost halfway in until it met resistance. He then pulled it about halfway out and slid it in further this time and watched as she started to bite her lip.

He slid it part way out and started to slide Avcılar Escort bayan it in a little farther when she grabbed his ass and pulled, saying, “All of the way this time, dammit.” And she pulled him all of the way in. “Finally, oh that feels good. Fuck me.” Larry obliged her and continued with slow, easy strokes until he felt that churning in his balls and quickened the pace until he blasted a full load into her tight, slippery pussy. When they had finished, they cuddled for a little bit and then Sandy, true to her word, began sucking the mixture of her own pussy juices and his cum from his flaccid dick. Sandy stayed at Larry’s apartment that night and they fucked twice more that night, again in the shower the next morning and a couple more times on Saturday morning. Once Sandy had lost that precious cherry, she couldn’t get enough of Larry’s cock and they screwed three or four nights per week.

While Larry was thinking back about the early days of their relationship, Sandy sat there with her book in front of her, although she was not really reading. She too was recalling the past. About a week and a half after the night of her de-flowering, she sat in her dorm room alone. Larry had gone out with the guys that night and her roommate was out on a date. About eleven o’clock her roommate returned and slammed the door as she entered the room. The first words out of her mouth were, “Fucking, worthless men. They’re all ass holes.”

Sandy quickly replied, “Lisa, they’re not all ass holes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’ve got that perfect guy who leaves you well fucked and satisfied all of the time. Where is Mr. Super Dick tonight?

“Whether we are or are not having sex is none of your business or anybody else’s for that matter. Tonight, Larry is out with the guys. I like it when he does that because then he doesn’t think that I’m trying to control him. What was the problem with your date tonight?”

“Typical college kid, but he acted more like a freshman than a junior. We went to a movie and when we left he stopped to park and right off the bat; one hand goes to a tit and the other to my pussy. He seemed to think that he had a sure thing. Yeah, I fuck on the first date sometimes but it’s not a foregone conclusion. I like to get worked up a little before the guy can start reaching for my goodie-box. This guy — after one kiss, he’s groping for everything.” Then rubbing her pussy, she said, “And I was horny tonight, too. I guess that I’ll have to make do with my fingers.”

Sandy said, “I think that sometimes when you don’t have a guy that you find something besides your fingers or a dildo to satisfy yourself. And you satisfy someone else in the process.”

Lisa quickly replied, “What makes you think that?”

“I’ve noticed that you pay particularly close attention every time that I’m changing clothes and that you’re constantly looking at my ass or my boobs and you manage to rub up against me whenever you get a chance.”

By now Lisa had stripped down to her bra and panties and said “Well, in case you don’t know, you do have nice boobs and most people with boobs as big as yours don’t have such a small ass. What’s not to like?”

As Lisa’s bra went flying to the corner and her size 36C’s were bared. Sandy said, “You’ve got nice tits yourself, you should be proud of them. But you haven’t answered my question; do you mess around with women?”

“Well, I prefer a long hard dick, but when there’s not one around or I want a change of pace, I’ll lap on a pussy. What about you, do you?”

“I haven’t.”

“But you’re thinking about it, right?”

“I’ve thought about it; but the only pussy juices I’ve ever tasted are my own.”

“How did you taste it, off of your fingers or off of his dick after he’s screwed you?

Sandy turned crimson at that comment as she said, “Both. Sometimes off of his tongue after he has eaten my pussy.”

“So you do like having your pussy eaten?”

“Hell yes. What woman in her right mind doesn’t?”

“But you’ve never eaten a pussy?”

“Right, but I’ve thought about it. ? Lately, I’ve thought about it a lot.”

Lisa walked over to Sandy and kissed her and said, “You know, I am horny tonight and you’ve been all alone tonight. You could find out whether you really like pussy or not.” Lisa then reached up and massaged one of Sandy’s tits. Sandy was unable to answer; she just returned the kiss and felt one of Lisa’s firm bare tits. Lisa said, “Why don’t you get out of that nightgown and come to bed with me.” Lisa then dropped her panties and went to the door to make sure that it was locked. “Don’t need any nosy neighbors walking in.” Sandy hesitated but finally pulled her nightgown over her head revealing her large globes and her golden-fleece covered mound. Sandy slowly crawled onto Lisa’s bed and Lisa followed her. The two girls wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing. They then started fondling each other’s tits and feeling for each other’s pussy. After about Escort avcılar ten minutes of foreplay Lisa started kissing her way down Sandy’s body toward her pussy. As Lisa reached Sandy’s honey-pot, Sandy pulled at Lisa’s thigh and Lisa scooted her crotch into Sandy’s face.

Sandy had never done this before, so she just did what Larry had done to her in the past. After about ten minutes of mutual split licking, the two girls orgasmed almost simultaneously. They both had furious cums. When they caught their breath, Lisa said to Sandy, “If that was your first time eating pussy, you are a natural.”

Sandy responded, “I just tried to do what Larry does to me.”

“Then he must be some pussy eater.”

“I’ve got no complaints.”

The two girls then entwined themselves and fell asleep together. They continued to get it on together for the rest of the school year, usually on nights that Larry went out with the guys or stayed home to study. On occasion when Sandy and Larry had sex, Sandy would return home to have Lisa eat Larry’s cum from her snatch. Lisa may have been Sandy’s first female partner, but she wasn’t her last.

Things were going smoothly for Larry and Sandy until Sandy returned to Chicago for Easter. The first night that she was back, Larry picked up Sandy and they drove to his apartment. His roommate was now spending almost all of his time at his girl friend’s apartment, so they were alone. Larry hadn’t had much to say on the trip over and Sandy was somewhat concerned. After they had been in the apartment about five minutes, Larry said, “Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”

Now Sandy was worried and she said, “What’s the bad news.”

“The bad news is that I just about went out of my mind while you were gone. I missed you so much I couldn’t stand it.”

“And. . . . “

“That’s it. That’s the bad news. Now do you want the good news?

“Yeah, please.”

“I got the job that I was after in Indianapolis. I start the middle of July. It gives me time after graduation to get everything settled before I go.”

Sandy got a very sad look on her face and said, “That’s a long way away. How often are we going to be able to see each other?”

Larry said, “Every day. I want you to go with me. ? I want to get married before we go. That’s why I told them that I couldn’t start until the middle of July. That will give us plenty of time to get married and find a place to live in Indianapolis.”

Sandy screeched, “I love you Larry. Of course I’ll marry you. ? Oh God, is this going to piss my parents off that I’ll quit school.”

“You can finish school in Indianapolis. It’s not The Ohio State University, but there are several good schools there.”

“Yeah, I could do that. Unless I get pregnant or I have to work so we can make ends meet.”

“You can stay on the pill if you want until you get out of college and my job will pay enough for us to get by with your money management skills.

“Let me use your phone. I’ve got two calls to make.”

Sandy the picked up the phone and dialed, then after a few seconds said, “Lisa, can you get over to Larry’s apartment; I’ve got something important to talk to you about. ? OK, see you in a few minutes.” She then turned to Larry and said, “Can you get me a beer. I want to celebrate tonight. One more phone call.” Larry went to get her a beer and she returned to the phone. He came back and gave her the beer. About five minutes later she hung up the phone at almost the same time that the doorbell rang. It was Lisa. When Lisa came in, Sandy took her in her arms and screamed, “I’m getting married and I want you to be my maid of honor. Will you do it?”

Lisa screamed, “Oh fuck. Hell yes.”

Sandy turned to Larry and said, “My mother wants to know if we can get married the Fourth of July weekend at my church in Chicago. It’s only about an hour and a half for your family to drive and they can stay the weekend. She’s going to start checking on the availability of the church and a reception hall in the morning. I’m supposed to call her tomorrow to let her know what we want to do.”

Larry replied, “I guess that will be all right. I need to call my parents to let them know what we’re planning. I haven’t even told them about the job yet.”

Sandy said, “Come on, Lisa. Let’s leave him alone to make his phone call.”

As they reached the couch Lisa embraced Sandy and said, “Oh, I’m so happy for you.” Lisa then started fondling Sandy’s boob and Sandy started to reciprocate.

They were starting to go at it fairly hot and heavy when Larry walked in and exclaimed, “Hey, I’m still here. Can’t you two wait until you get back to the dorm for that?”

Lisa got a shocked look on her face and said, “You mean he knows?”

Sandy answered, “Of course. He even knows that you eat his cum from my pussy some times.” Now Sandy didn’t drink much and she had chugged that first beer while she was on the phone and was almost done with the second one and was getting a little giddy. She then shocked everyone by saying, “Maybe tonight, we’ll turn the tables and I’ll eat his cum from your pussy.”

Lisa said, “Don’t tease me with the offer of a hard dick; you know that I haven’t been out with a guy in over two weeks and you’ve been gone for a week.”

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Hi, my name is Ashley and I want to tell you about how I had sex for the first time with a man. It happened last Halloween, about 2 months after I turned 18. This is my story-—

I have known Mr. Johnson all my life. He watched me grow up, but he always treated me like I wasn’t just a kid. I was playmates with his daughter and my best friend, Julie. I spent many days at their house in the pool, especially in the summer time. I don’t know how old I was when I realized I was attracted to Mr. Johnson, but, I remember that once when I was younger, he came out to swim with us and I couldn’t take my eyes off his bulging trunks. From that point on, I would get a tingly feeling in my pussy every time I thought about him.

For the next several years I made it my goal to be around where he could notice me. I would tease and flirt with him every chance I could get. Last her, Julies parents got a divorce, and Julie moved away to live with her Mom. Mr. Johnson said I could still come over and use the pool anytime I wanted, but he was never around much anymore, I guess his work had him traveling a lot. I thought more and more about having sex with him, but didn’t know how I could make it happen.

Then one day I overheard something that gave me an idea! Mr. Johnson and my Dad were out by the garage talking, and I overheard them talking about the new movie, “Duke’s of Hazard.” I heard Mr. Johnson saying how Hot he thought Daisy was in that film with her “Daisy Duke Cut-offs.” They both laughed, and said that they bet that Jessica Simpson was a fine piece.

Then Mr. Johnson said, “You know, Will, your Ashley sort of looks like her!” My dad said, “Yeah, Tom, she is growing into quite the woman.”

From that point on the idea began in my mind to Daisy Duke for Mr. Johnson. I took an old pair of jeans and cut them off. They were too small for me, but I squeezed into them anyway. I wanted these to be a special pair of cut-offs, so I kept cutting them until they were so short that jean material slipped up into my pussy crack, and my shaved pussy lips were hanging out each side. They also went half-way up my ass like a thong. Next, I got an old shirt and cut it to where it just barely covered my nipples. My tits were hanging below the material line, and on top it was a perfect view of my cleavage. I practiced wearing them several times in my room Esenyurt Escort at night. It made me so horny to see myself dressed like that.

Next I waited for the right time to spring it on Mr. Johnson. It came the week before Halloween. My parents were going out of town for the weekend, and with cell phones, they thought I could handle being at home alone. I waited until I saw Mr. Johnson come home for the night, then I gave him a call.

“Hello, this is Tom” he said when he answered the phone.

“Mr. Johnson. This is Ashley.” I said to him.

“Hey Ashley, How’s it going?” He asked.

I replied, “Pretty good.” After a pause, I said, “Um, Mr. Johnson, I was wondering if you could do me a favor, as long as you don’t have any plans tonight?”

“No, I don’t have any plans, what do you need?”

“Well,” I started saying, “I have made a costume for our school Halloween dance this year. Would you mind if I came over and you can tell me what you think of it?”

“Well, sure, I’d be happy too, what time you coming over?” he asked.

“Let me put on a coat over it and I will be right over,” I replied.

“Alright, I’ll see you in a minute, just come on in, the door will be open and I will be in the living room.” He said.

“Okay, cool, I’ll be right there! Thanks a bunch.”

I put an overcoat on, and made sure and sprayed some perfume on my breasts, then headed next door. When I opened the door I could hear some music coming out of the living room. It was really cool, like a slow grooving Jazz or something. When I came around the corner, Mr. Johnson was sitting reading a magazine and drinking a mixed drink of something.

“Hi Ashley” he said.

“Hey Mr. Johnson, thanks for doing this, I have been hoping to catch you at home this week so I could get your opinion,” I said. “Now, shut your eyes and let me get ready, I’ll tell you when to open them, Okay?”

“Okay,” he said with a chuckle, “Whatever you desire,” then he laid down his magazine and shut his eyes.

When he had them shut I took off my coat, set it aside, and came right up and stood about 3 feet in front of him. “Okay, Mr. Johnson, can you guess who I am?” I said.

When he opened his eyes, he was looking right up into my pussy and shirt. I had my arms spread wide in a pose and slow turned Esenyurt Escort bayan around, bending a little at the waist. I could hear him draw in a breath and it seemed like he was just holding it.

Then he cleared his throat a little, and said, “My God, you look like Daisy Duke!”

I jumped up and down, clapping and said, “Yes! That’s who I am.”

I acted so excited that he got it right. I turned around again, and said, as I bent over again, “Do you think that too much of my butt is showing, or is it just enough?” As I said it, I rubbed my hand on my ass cheek, making sure my fingers went down into my crack.

With his eyes glued to my ass, he said, “Um, no, I think it looks great.”

As I looked back at him, I could see a definite bulge in his crotch. I knew I was getting the response I wanted from him. I straightened up and turned around with a serious look on my face, and almost pouting I said, “Mr. Johnson, I don’t know if I can be a good Daisy Duke!”

“Why not, Ashley?” he asked.

“Cuz I don’t have very good boobies!” I said,. “They are so small!” I took a couple steps toward him and said, “Daisy has real big boobies.”

“Honey, you have great breasts” he replied.

“How would you know,” I said, “You can’t see them.”

“Well, what I can see look great,” he said.

“But look,” I said, pulling my shirt up, “They’re small and pointy looking, Daisy has real big ones that are round.”

Clearing his throat, he said, “Honey, you have two of the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen!”

“No they’re not,” I said, pouting, “They are hard and pointy, here feel them!” I leaned forward and put my tits right into his face. Mr. Johnson slowly raised his hands to my tits and cupped each one in a palm. “See how hard they are?” I said.

As he was fondling my titties, I could see his cock growing. “They are great breasts honey,” he said, “I love them just the way they are!”

I giggled and crawled right up onto his lap, straddling his lap and hugged him. “Gee, thanks Mr. Johnson,” I said, “You’re the best!” I could feel his hard cock pressed hard up against my cunt. I could feel the heat from my pussy, and felt his cock twitch. I wiggled around a little, pressing down a little harder against him.

“Mr. Johnson?” I asked, “Do you think I’m Escort esenyurt pretty enough to be Daisy Duke?” I could hear his breathing beginning to change, getting a bit labored.

“Yes, baby,” he said, “You are more than pretty enough!”

I was slowly riding back and forth on his cock, dry fucking him.

“Mmmm, thank you, Mr. Johnson.” I said. And then I added, “But, am I a pretty enough Daisy Duke for you to want to fuck?” Before he could answer, I took his face in my hands and began kissing him, sticking my tongue into his mouth. He opened his mouth and began kissing me back very hard. I felt his hands on my hips pulling me down harder into his Cock, thrusting his hips up into my cunt.

After a few minutes, I stopped kissing him and stood up. I turned around and unbuttoning my shorts, shimmied them over my hips and let them drop to the floor. I bent over to pick them up, and put my ass right into his face. I felt his tongue find my wet pussy, licking me back and up towards my ass. My knees almost buckled it felt so good.

“Fuck me with your tongue Mr. Johnson,” I urged, “Fuck me real good!” I reached a hand through my legs and found his hard cock through his pants. I felt his hands undoing his pants, and then it was free, my small hand barely able to wrap around it.

I couldn’t wait any longer, so I began lowering my hot cunt down towards his lap, guiding his hard cock with my hand, straight towards my waiting cunt. I felt the head of his cock parting my cunt lips. I was so wet, but I still knew it was going to be a tight fit, his cock was so big. I had to have it all, so I dropped all my weight onto his big cock, sinking the whole shaft all the way up into me.

“Oh, god, I’m cumming!” I screamed, and began riding hard up and down his beautiful cock. I could feel his cock swelling in me, and in a few moments felt the hot cum soaking my insides. He was grunting and groaning, slamming his hips up into me, pulling my tight cunt down onto his hard cock.

“Fuck me harder,” I yelled, as my body jerked with wave after wave of orgasm sweeping over it.

The next thing I remember, I was laying back against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside me. “How long have I been out?” I asked.

“Just a few minutes, honey,” came his reply.

“Mmmmmm, that was great, Mr. Johnson!” I said.

“Ashley?” he said.

But before he could say anything else, I interrupted and said, “You can call me ‘Daisy’ from now one Mr. Johnson, and if you don’t mind, I would like to leave my costume over here so we can play again soon, okay?”

But that begins another story, for another time! 😉

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I close my eyes as I grant the cherry at the end of my joint its vitality, letting the smoke billow around my head while the comforting scent of nature’s medicine caresses my nostrils. Sitting cross-legged on my bed and topless, I lean forward slightly and rest one arm on my lap, the elbow of the other rested on my stocking covered knee as I pull the joint away from my shapely lips. Slowly, I exhale, the feeling of complete inner peace washing over me like a heavy tide, my neurotransmitters beginning their unceasing war. I feel my long, brown locks start to tickle my back, my external skin sensitivity heightening; an enjoyable side effect of my botanical remedy. As I take the last drag, I place my hands behind my head and under the curtain of my hispanic curls, moving them gently and letting them cascade over my right shoulder. Some may believe smoking isn’t feminine of me, but I believe the opposite. THC deeply connects me to my femininity and sensuality, acting as a catalyst in stirring the Goddess that dwells within the depths of my belly, where desire starts to swirl thick and dark.

I lay back on my bed as I feel her eyes slowly start to open, the deity’s curiosity is already starting to pique as I gently bite down on my lower lip. I run my fingers gently up my torso, sending delectable reverberations of pleasure to shake her prison, and slowly, she rises from her slumber, dragging the chains around her feet the front of her chamber. I feel the Goddess feebly grip her hands around the bars of her prison and smile wickedly as my hands reach the swell of my large, natural breasts, cupping and groping them. I softly moan as I pinch and roll my quarter sized, light brown nipples between the thumb and forefinger of both hands, and in response, they become engorged; a telltale indicator of arousal. My body’s sweet nectar begins to moisten the cotton fabric of my panties, the material clinging to my labia. The Goddess reaches her hand out to me as I slowly spread my legs open, my right hand softly running down my torso and up my inner thigh, deliciously teasing me.

My legs start to quiver as I use my two middle fingers to rub my small, erect rose bud through my soaked panties and moan, shockwaves of pleasure giving Goddess a sudden jolt. In response, my deity picks up a rock and uses it to bang against the bars of her cage, creating a cacophony that is simply not to be ignored. She then grabs the padlock on the door of her cage, yanking the entire lock and pointing at the keyhole as my back arches, my hips beginning to buck up and down, my breath quickening, moans of euphoria escaping from my core. Orgasm looms beautifully on the horizon, lighting my body up with its warm rays of pleasure, starting to overload even nerve ending in my body, when suddenly, darkness snuffs it out of me in one swift jab that would rival Floyd Mayweather’s.

“SELEEEENNNAAA!” a whiny, piercing, nasty little voice screeches from the kitchen.

Shhhhhhit. I hurriedly put my robe on and, in a rage, whip my room door open.

“Kelly, for the love of all that is good in this world, will you SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” I snarl belligerently at my roommate. “It is seven in the goddamn morning, what do you want?”

“We ran out of bagels,” she says apologetically, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. Kelly has short blond hair and grey eyes, her small breasts are less than a handful but still require a bra. She’s absent minded and a weakling, but she is empathetic in nature; what she lacks in brains she compensates in heart. She bends over in the fridge to look for something to make for breakfast, wearing a see through tank top and white cotton boy shorts.

“And that’s the reason you felt the need to hardboil my eardrums, for bagels? What if I was sleeping?”

“Selena, please. I can smell your weed from down the block, you frickin’ pothead,” she retorts, rolling her eyes for effect.

“It’s your turn to get the bagels, anyways,” I respond, crossing my arms like a defiant child.

“Yeah, but Jason is on shift this Esenyurt Escort morning and he always gives you a discount. You know he wants a first class ticket to your bedroom,” she says as she quickly whips two eggs into a frothy golden liquid. “Besides, you’re 22, and it wouldn’t be such a bad idea for you to finally swipe your V-card, Cici,” she continues, side eying me as she raises a mischievous eyebrow and cracks a devilish smile. “I can hear your moans from down the block, too.”

Wildfire spreads across my cheeks, and embarrassment weighs me down to the floor, rendering me powerless to move.

“Y-yeah, well,” I stutter, “you know I hate when you call me Cici, Kelly, knock it off! I’ll go get the stupid bagels,” I acquiesce. I close the door so fast that I knock my jacket off of the hook on the back of it, and lean my forehead against the door, cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Fuck, I get drunk one time and spill the beans, now she’s never going to let me live it down. I place my hand over my stomach, where the Goddess weeps in her chamber in frustration; both from a denied orgasm and imprisonment.

“I’m sorry, Goddess, ” I whisper to her. “I’ll find someone with the key that fits your lock soon.”

I quickly shower and throw on a white cotton push up bra that is perfectly tailored to my 44DD breasts, and slide on a white v-neck tank top that has a lace trim at the bottom. I slide on a pair of tight light blue skinny jeans that accentuate my curvy figure, jumping up and down to get them to slide over my thick latina ass. I let my long blow dried hair loose and throw on a bit of strawberry lip gloss and mascara, accessorizing with my rose gold butterfly pendant, and call it a day. I look in the mirror and analyze my figure, idly wondering if I’ll look tired and used like everyone else once I lose my virginity.

“But you want to be used like a two dollar whore, so what’s the problem?” asks the Goddess. “Just open your legs for the next guy who stares at you for a second too long, you know you dream about letting every guy in the neighborhood try to impregnate you anyway,” she sneers.

I place my hand over my stomach to shut her up, and walk out of my room and to the front door, when I catch Kelly’s eye. I shove my house keys into my pocket.

“Don’t you look like the sweet girl-next-door?” she teases jokingly. “You even dress like a virgin,” she says.

“You’re right, I should’ve worn a corset and a garter belt so your plan to prostitute me for discounted bagels goes a lot smoother,” I retort, rolling my eyes. “I’ll be back in fifteen.”

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The bell that hangs off the entrance to Paulie’s Bakery ricochets off the frame of the door as I swing it open, announcing my arrival to everyone that convenes inside. Eyes burn into me as my presence is acknowledged, and it feels like I have “VIRGIN” in flashing marquis lights mounted on my fucking forehead. I keep my eyes down and blush as I make my way to the counter, sensing my presence triggering every man’s primal instinct to defile me in order to continue their bloodline. Anxiety stews in my stomach, mixed with another feeling I know all too well.

“Hello? What are you doing?” Goddess scolds. “You love this attention you disgusting little sham of a virgin, pretending you’re so innocent when all you want is someone to grab you by the throat and fuck the purity out of you,” she snarls. “Be who you are, be a fucking Jezebel! Look into all of the eyes of these men and lick your strawberry coated lips, rip your clothes off, let them bend you over a table and all have a turn using you like a community fucktoy, do it!” She urges angrily and she bangs against the bars of her cage.

I place my hand over my stomach once again, silencing her. Jesus, I should’ve just came before I left the house. The shit is out of control today, I think to myself. Fucking Kelly. My reverie is interrupted by a familiar, eerily calm voice.

“Selena,” Jason croons. He’s clean cut Esenyurt Escort bayan and handsome, with an Abercrombie poster model body type, muscular and toned. Trying to rationalize why he needs this amount of muscle mass when all he does is pour coffee proves to be too demanding, he probably grinds fifty pounds of espresso beans with a snap of his manicured fingers. His black hair is tousled in an off putting, annoyingly perfect manner, flattering his cheekbones and accentuating his strong jawline. I idly wonder if he stores his hair and makeup team in the back room. He has absolutely flawless, tanned skin and his clothes are perfectly tailored to his body, emanating a sense of wealth which, given his occupation, is a deception. Jade green eyes sit on either side of his chiseled nose, poorly trying to hide a sparkle of lust as he looks at my body, and he flashes me a smile that looks like it should be endorsed by Orbit gum. My God is that… Axe body spray, in his mid 20’s?

“This guy is a class-A DOUUCCHHHEEBAGGGGG!” the Goddess says in a singsong tone, flicking a joint. “Multiply yourself by zero and disappear the fuck up out of his face.” For the first time today, I agree with something she says.

“Jason,” I say, beaming the most authentic smile I can manage, wanting to slap myself for being so plastic.

“You’re looking divine,” he praises, “Not a lot of girls hear that from me, but you have something special about you.”

The Goddess looks up from stops filing her nails, giving Jason an unbothered, unamused glare in response to his mediocre attempt at flirting. “Pretentious prick,” she mutters under her breath.

“Thank you, Jason,” I respond sweetly. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” Jason’s coworker glares at me, obviously jealous of me. If looks could kill, I would’ve died twice.

“I know I don’t!” he says loudly, and erupts in boisterous shrieks of alpha male laughter. “That’s why.. You’re the lucky winner of a date with me.”

I freeze in place, having been put on the spot. Fuck. No. Anything but that. AnyONE but that. Think on your toes, Selena. “Oh, um, sorry Jason, I can’t.”

“Come on, I insist. Actually, I woke take no for an answer.”

“I really can’t Jason, because…”

“Because why?”

“Well because…”

“Because she’s already dating me,” a dark voice says firmly, as I feel an arm snake around my waist, sending a chill of fear and pleasure down my spine. I fight off the urge to shake in terror and dare to look up at the source of the voice, a skinny but solid man who towers over me in height. He has well defined cheekbones and short light brown hair, and he sneaks a glance at me out of the corner of his eye, a look that tells me not to move or say a word in protest, or else he’ll… or else he’ll do what? Dare I find out? No. I feel a sharp pinch under my arm and I snap my eyes forward, looking at a very confused, very dejected, Jason.

“You’re really dating this guy?” Jason asked, the question soaked in the blood of his wounded ego.

I open my mouth to answer, but the ominous man beats me to it.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks Jason, his words filled with a bristling energy.

The Goddess cracks a wicked smile and lets down her hair. “Good God almighty, not all men are created equal. Selena, this man knows how to fuck… He’s gonna be on you like white on rice, child. He is going to desecrate your virginal little pussy and mark you his territory. Just look how he claims you in such few words… About damn time, I thought I was going to die in here,” the Goddess mockingly sobs. She slowly unbuttons her blouse, salivating as she exposes more and more skin.

“Jesus Christ, can you fucking stop? You’re acting like an old bitch in heat,” I snarl at her in my mind. She rolls her eyes in response and plops down on the floor of her prison.

“2 large sweet teas for here, and a dozen bagels, half plain and half sesame seed, wrapped to go, please,” he orders calmly. My eyes Escort esenyurt widen in surprise because I realize he knows what I order here, and I try to rewind over the last few times I’ve visited Paulie’s in my mind. Sure enough, I remember his face; he is one of the many men who watch me but, for some reason, he doesn’t drool over me like all the other men do. He pays for the order and as we turn to go towards the only empty table in the bakery, he cracks a hard smack across my ass.

“Honestly, the least you can do to repay me for saving you from that douchebag, paying for your shit, and teasing the living fuck out of me with those jeans, is letting that slide,” he says darkly. I blush and do as he says, and we both sit down at the table.

“FUcking YESSSSS!!” Goddess cheers from the peanut gallery of virgin prison. “Where the hell did this masterpiece, this perverted prodigy”, she pauses to kiss her fingers, and continues, “come from? You should take him to the bathroom and-”

I slam my fist down on the table, shutting Goddess up while simultaneously making the big bad wolf from me stare at me in confusion.

“Don’t do that,” he says firmly.

“Sorry about that,” I reply. “What do you want, anyways?”

“I just want a nice, sweet girl to, um, you know…” he trails off. “Drink tea with.” He cracks a perverted smile, laughing at his own joke.

“Tea is just glorified leaf water and sugar,” I say.

“Coffee is just glorified bean water and sugar,” he says. “Every drink is just something with water added to it.”

“Yeah but I can pick up a coffee bean and enjoy eating it. I can’t go outside and pick a leaf off a tree and enjoy eating it. And lettuce doesn’t count, it’s basically water, it has no flavor.”

“Iceberg lettuce doesn’t, but others do. Do you eat spinach, or kale?”

“Not without cooking it and adding flavor to it, I can’t just pick either of those things and eat it.”

“Well I rip it out of the ground and eat it just like that, dirt and everything, like a fucking barbarian.” A wicked smiles cracks his face in half as he delivers yet another one of his inappropriate jokes, causing my cheeks to sting and redden with embarrassment as I look away from him, not being able to meet his eyes. Slowly, he gets out of his chair and walks around the table, standing in front of me. The windows behind him make the towering height of his body cast a large shadow over me and my entire surroundings. I’m at waist height, so either I look at his face, or I look at his… My eyes quickly snap up to meet the dark, amused expression in his eyes. “What a pretty sight,” he says teasingly. “What’s your name, anyways? I came halfway through the conversation you were having with that stupid motherfucker.”

Not trusting him completely, I lie. “My friends call me Goddess, that’s my nickname.”

“Goddess, huh? Well,” he grins darkly, “You’ll have to come up with a nickname for me too, since you won’t tell me yours, and I don’t have one.”

He is just a huge shroud of darkness, threatening to taint my purity with his perversion, almost as dark as the shadow he’s casting over me right now… “I’ll call you Shadow.”

“First of all, I love that nickname. And second of all,” he says, leaning so close to me that I feel his breath hot on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure that quakes Goddess’ enclosure. I squeeze my thighs together as moisture starts to form at the apex of my thighs, and he whispers in my ear, “you think you’re so innocent and sweet, but I know what lives inside you, Goddess. It’s riiight…” he says as he slowly places my hand on my stomach, directly over Goddess’ cage, “here. I see you placing your hand over it to quiet that voice, I see all your disgusting little fantasies written all over your blushing face. I see right through you, you virgins are all the same.”

His words make me recoil from him in shock, and the keys that I had placed in my jean pocket fall out, hitting the tile floor of Paulie’s with a loud clanking noise.

“Honestly, Goddess, don’t be such a sissy little bitch,” he growls at me as he scoops my keys up from the floor, extending them in his palm to me.

Goddess grips her padlock and yanks it against the bars. “Grab those damn keys and let me the fuck out of here, Selena!” she orders me.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: “Last Licks” is an erotic story with a beginning, a middle, and an end. There are two characters, some dialog, and a little plot twist. The length is one-thousand words. The question: Can less really be more?

I hope so.

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“Salty sweet like caramel sea salt ice cream,” Billy says out of nowhere.

“What?” Alice asks. Billy’s the cute guy from Poli-Sci 101. Alice is the shy girl who’s not comfortable in her own skin. Can’t be talking to her?

“Or maybe bacon shortbread,” he says.

“What?” she asks again. Billy’s pale blue eyes and easy smile unnerve her. Heart pounding. Neck blushing carnation red.

“You are,” Billy says with a look no guy has ever given Alice before. Hungry. Dirty even.

“Me?” Cheeks burning. Butterflies. Blood roaring in her ears like Niagra Falls. He couldn’t mean… No way. Not at two in the afternoon in the middle of campus.

“You,” he says, arm encircling her waist, steering her towards an old brick building on the end of the grassy Quadrangle. “I bet you taste like bacon shortbread.”

This can’t be happening. Frightened. Aroused. Alice’s heart stops. Time stops. Her blood flows backwards.

“This way,” he whispers. “My dorm.”

“But I have…” she starts. Can’t finish. Skin ablaze where his fingers touch her waist. She can only follow. Walking on air. On grass. A concrete sidewalk. Glass door. Dim corridor and a dorm room. Not much different from her own room. But with guy stuff. Band posters. Electric guitar. Football on the desktop.

“Cherry Avcılar Escort Chapstick,” he says, her books falling to the floor. Her body tumbling after. Down a rabbit hole of conflicted desires. Tongues touching. Twitching. Wet. Hot. Bodies pressing. Hard. So hard.

Yes, she’s wearing cherry chapstick.

She looks into his eyes. Strong. Dominating. Hungry. It’s not like she hasn’t thought about this. Or something like it. Fantasized about it. Read about it. But there was always a long tease. A witty conversation. An elaborate seduction.

Not now. Just raw heat. Hot and wicked. And as irresistible as gravity.

“Take off your pants,” he says from across the galaxy. Then he adds, as if it’s her name, “Salty Sweet.”

“I can’t…” she starts. Her body betrays her, melting like wax in his arms. Her fingers betray her. Weak and trembling as they undo the snap. The zipper. Wiggling. Even the denim betrays her, swishing effortlessly down her thighs. Only stopping at her ankles.

“Nice,” he says leering at her panties. Their bodies tumble onto the bed.

Hot fingers spread her thighs apart. Can’t be happening. Hot tongue says it is.

Panties still on. Warm and wet. Wet from him. Wet from her. His lips encircle her tingling pussy. Tongue pressing in her groove. Can’t be happening.

But it is.

Sopping wet and horny. He sucks her juices through the soggy cotton. Slurping. Swizzling. Pleasure radiates outward. From her pussy lips. Her clit. Her cunt. Yes. Avcılar Escort bayan From her cunt. Such a dirty, unspeakable word. So much pleasure.

She’s on fire now. Not just her cunt. The whole girl’s on fire. Every knot and thread of her. Her tits. Her nips. And she’s still wearing a push-up bra underneath a blue cardigan. The first time a guy, and a hot guy at that, ever kissed her down there. On her cunt. And she’s wearing a fucking cardigan.

Doesn’t matter. Feels so good. So fucking good.

“Panties…” He gasps for air. “Off.”

Fingers in waist band. Lifting hips. Cool air washes over wet lips. Swollen lips. Pouting lips. Something’s different. Chin stubble snags in pubic hair. Belt. Zipper. Cock. Hard, throbbing cock bulging inside his jeans right in front of her.

His tongue plays with inner lips. Sucking. Hot sparks spew like a Roman candle. New sensations. Exquisite. With a ferocious jab, his cock fills her cunt. No. Not his cock. That’s inches from her face. His tongue. Hard and cock-like. Stabbing and withdrawing.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans. Her voice hoarse and distant. His tongue withdraws. Soft and wet and slippery, it glides up and down her slit. Flutters against her clit. More sparks. White heat. Blinding pleasure.

Instinctively her fingers reach out. Caressing his hardness. His hard cock. Through his jeans. His impatient hand reaches down. Unbuckles belt. She grasps his zipper and pulls. He lifts his hips and together they peel off jeans and briefs.

Cock Escort avcılar leaps free. Swollen. Turgid. Almost touching her lips.

“Suck it,” he commands.

Too big, she thinks. Takes him in her mouth anyway. Boy flavors. Not so bad.

His tongue attacks. Fucking her like a cock. A finger glides between her butt checks. Slippery from her juices. It pushes. Probes. Enters her with a soft pop. Everything changes. Sensations too much to process. A vast wave rises. A rip tide. No. More like a tsunami.

“Mmmmmmffff,” she groans onto his cock. Hips grind blindly. Cock thrusts. Little fingers wrap the shaft, squeezing. The wave rises. Primal. Desperate. Finger deeper up her ass. Slippery. Tongue on clit. Fluttering. Pulsing. Pushing.

It takes Alice by surprise. She knows how to make herself orgasm. Is rather good at it. Even been fingered by a few inept boys. Nothing like this though. Not remotely.

The tsunami hits with force beyond anything she’s known. The very center of her being is shattered. Ripped from its moorings. Wave after wave. Every muscle contracts. Body convulses. Twists. Thrashes. Her pleasure is contagious. Billy erupts in her mouth. Hot, sticky boy-cum pours over her tongue. Salty. Bitter. No matter.

Gasping. Gulping. Swallowing. No matter. How could she have lived so long without this? How can she live without it? No way. No more. If not Billy, then someone else. A bad boy. Haughty. Confident. But good. Must be good.

Pulls her panties up and fastens her jeans.

“Babe?” Billy asks. “Coming back soon?”

“Maybe.” Sly grin. Make him wonder. Nodding at the electric guitar, “That your Strat?”

“Yeah. So what?”

“So, I’ll be back tomorrow. And every day after that” she looks him in the eye. “As long as you keep playing me your best licks.”

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The jungle seemed to be growing thicker, it was difficult for her to follow the path. Vines hung from unseen branches above, she had to constantly push them aside.

Her bare feet padded along the soft green aisle, the showers earlier had left it wet. She looked up, the trees were so thick here, they obscured the sun, giving a twilight look to everything below.

She moved another clump of vines out her way, they too were still wet from the rain. Her thin cotton gown was soaked, it clung to her. Her young body was revealed through it.

A small branch caught on it, the fabric tore. As she examined the rip, she noticed how the jungle seemed different here, more alive.

As the elder women of her village had prepared her, they hinted at things that would happen on the way. ‘This is a special day’ they had told her. ‘You will leave a girl, but return a woman.’

She stepped around yet another group of vines, a few of them grazed over her exposed flesh. She felt a tingle as they slid across her skin.

Her foot caught on a root across the path, she fell face forward, tearing more of the cloth as she did. She landed with a soft thump.

She smelled the thick green carpet below her face. It was sweet and… something else. She inhaled deeply. A warm feeling traveled through her body, and settled between her virgin thighs.

As she rose, more vines brushed over her flesh, adding to the warmth growing in her. A soft ‘mmmmmm’ came from her lips. She had never felt anything like it before.

She pressed on, the vines growing thicker. They seemed to clutch at her gown, creating more tears in the cloth. More of her body was revealed with each, she had to use one hand to hold it up.

The path narrowed, the vines and brush touched her almost constantly. Her skin felt alive. She felt a wetness along with the growing heat.

There was a sudden drop in the path, her footing failed. She tumbled down a small embankment, her gown shredding.

Her fall was stopped by a fallen branch. The greenery was so thick here, she bumped harmlessly against it.

She looked herself over, covered in mud, and nearly naked. She got back to her feet, and found the path again. She moved further along it.

The jungle seemed to close around her even more. Each touch caused a tingle and chills. She noticed her nipples stood straight out. She touched one.

A jolt of pleasure ran through her. She pinched, and did it again. The feeling was incredible!

She let the gown fall, and raised her other hand to her firm breast. She cupped them, the hardness of her nipples pressing into the softness of her palms. She grazed her palms over them.

Her eyes closed as twin paths of pleasure raced to meet in her loins. She felt a trickle along her thigh. Something was happening in her woman flesh.

She stood for a time, letting her hands explore the new sensations her body was giving her. They floated over her tingling flesh, moving lower. Her breathing grew deeper.

She swayed between clumps of vines, they swirled around her. Her fingers grazed her moist slit. She squeezed her thighs around them.

She pressed, and rocked her hips slowly. The heel of her hand found a spot high on her woman flesh. Sparks lit up behind her closed eyes. Her mouth fell open. A soft feminine sound escaped her.

She felt a gentle push from behind. The vines were moving, urging her to continue on the path. One of the elders had said ‘The jungle will be impatient’ She left the gown, and moved on.

The path narrowed even more, her flesh was constantly tickled by brush on both sides. She tried to stop, to give in to the flood of tingles flowing through her.

The vines pushed again, forcing her along the path, as tendrils teased over her wet skin. She had never felt more alive.

She spread her arms wide, and stepped faster down the way. Each step brought new thrills as the greenery slid around her body. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices and the moisture from the the plants licking her flesh.

She began to run, wanting to feel more, more, more! She felt like she was flying, the greenery was a blur around her. She lost herself in a haze of pleasure, wanting it to go on forever.

The jungle ended suddenly. She stopped, wanting to go back in. The jungle had closed behind her, the path was gone.

She found she was in a large clearing. It was a grotto, the jungle surrounded it. There was a large pond, a small waterfall at one end fed it. Sunshine streamed through the canopy of trees. It was beautiful.

She looked at herself, she was a mess. Her feet were covered in mud, as were her knees. Her skin was sticky with the now drying combination of plant dew, and her own perspiration. The water of the pond rippled with an unspoken invitation.

She moved to the water’s edge. It was clear, she could see about three feet down into it. She dipped a toe, testing the temperature. Perfect.

She waded in to her waist, the water felt like soft hands sliding over her Avcılar Escort sensitive skin. She held her breath, and slid under.

A few moments later, she surfaced, the water rolling off and glistening over her body. Each tiny stream left a trail of pleasure in it’s wake.

She used her hands to scrub the mud from herself. With a small smile, she noticed bathing felt a lot nicer than it normally did. She took extra time with her breasts and nipples.

After some time, she was finished. She reached, and squeezed the extra water from her long, dark hair.

She stepped from the water, looking for a place where she could dry herself. She saw a large, flat rock. She could lay on that as she dried.

It was warm from the sun, and smooth on her bottom as she sat. She lay back, and closed her eyes.

The sun was warm, it felt lovely on her skin. Her mind went back to her village, and the events since the last full moon.

The older women had begun to prepare her for this. They had told her, ‘All our females must walk the path. It is your time. You will learn about yourself what we cannot tell you’ They had exchanged knowing smiles among themselves. She was beginning to understand.

The sun caressed her, a small breeze kissed her body. Her hands cupped her breasts, and she ran her palms over her nipples. She found that small circles felt best, and the feeling made her want to feel more.

Her hands moved to her face, tracing her lips. She licked her palm, surprised at the reaction. It tingled all the way through her.

She felt along her neck, her throat, and again to her firm mounds. She let her mind go, as her body took over. Her fingers floated lower, along her sides, across her stomach, and still lower.

Without realizing it, she had moved her legs apart. All these new sensations seemed to guide her to one spot. Her woman flesh. She was wet there.

Her fingers played over and over her thighs, teasing herself. There was an ache growing between them, she would have to touch there soon.

She drew her legs up, and spread them wider. The sun warmed her there even more. She took a breath, and touched her wetness. A small sigh rose, along with her fingers.

She felt around and around her wetness, shocks of delight flowed through her. Her fingers grew slick with her own juices. She found the more she rubbed, the better it felt. Small sounds came from her.

She remembered the spot that had felt better than the others, her hand found it quickly. She stroked it, a feeling like lightning came from it. She moaned.

She stroked it again and again. The more she did, the better it felt. She lost herself as she began to grunt and pant with each stroke, faster and faster.

Her hips jerked into her motions, her sounds echoed around the grotto. Her lips pulled back from her teeth. The urging inside her made her go even faster and harder.

Something was happening inside her, she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. She was pushed to new places inside herself.

A new tingling began to build, it filled her body, but was centered on where she was rubbing. It climbed higher.

Her body took over completely. She thrust against her hand as her fingers worked feverishly. The tingle rose, and rose.

Her entire body arched, and locked. The tingle was unbearable now, something had to give. It did.

She gave a long groan as lightning exploded inside her. Huge waves crashed over her, one after the other. Her body shook with the release.

She panted as it slowly passed. Her fingers had stopped, but she started to slowly stroke herself, enjoying the small waves that still rippled in her.

After a bit, she stopped, and curled into herself. Her hand still caressed gently between her legs. She understood the looks between the elders.

She removed her hand, and sat up. The pond was even more inviting.

She stood on the rock, and saw her reflection. A beautiful woman looked back at her. Pretty face, almond eyes, full lips on a wide mouth. Her dark hair framed her beauty. Full, ripe breasts, with no sign of sagging. Tan nipples, with a nice bud on the tip of each. Flat stomach, gently curving down to where her woman hair began. Strong thighs.

She stepped into the water, swimming easily to the middle of the pond. The water was deeper here, she stood on her toes to keep above it. Below the surface, a small current flowed, playing over her femininity. It felt wonderful.

She had an idea. If a small bit of water felt nice, what would more water feel like? She began swimming to the waterfall.

It was set back slightly, a group of rock ledges forming natural steps to it. The stone was smooth from the water.

She climbed easily onto them. They were slick from the water. A spray of mist was in the air, forming a natural rainbow.

She moved to the edge of the cascade, letting it wash over her body. It was cooler than the pond, her nipples stood to attention. She cupped beneath her breast, and moved Avcılar Escort bayan her crinkled peak into the flow.

The sound of falling water was joined by hers as a flood of new tingles filled her. She moved both into the stream.

The water sprayed off her breasts as she held and rubbed them from below. She tilted her head back, droplets coursed on her flushed face.

She moved under the flow, to feel it over her entire body. The warmth between her thighs had returned. She wanted the stream to touch her there.

A ledge formed a spot, just behind the fall. She sat on it, and moved her hips forward. She eased herself under the flow, letting it tickle along her thighs.

She edged forward again, the water touched her where she needed it most. Her hips gave a small jerk as the stream kissed her most tender spot.

She found she could lay back, the rock made a nice natural chair. Her hands were now free, they rose to her breasts.

The non-stop flow caused the tingles to rise much more quickly than her fingers had on the rock. Stronger too, she noticed. Without warning, the lightning ripped through her again. She bucked into the stream as it took her. It barely ebbed, and then exploded again. Her eyes went wide, and then squeezed shut. Her face melted into bliss.

Her arms fell to her sides. She clutched at the smooth stone, as the falling water pushed her higher and higher. She let it take her, floating on a river of pleasure. A storm of lightning and thunder crashed again and again.

Finally, she could take no more. She jerked herself to one side, away from the flow. She panted, her body trembled from the intensity of what had torn from her.

She got to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. The mist still teased over her skin. She ran a hand between her legs, a small flicker raced through her. She wanted more.

She got to one knee and tried to stand. Her hand squeezed her woman flesh, she grunted, and shook as another set of waves washed over her.

A finger had slid inside her, she began to move it in and out. More new tingles rippled. She wanted to push deeper, her fingers were stopped by the last barrier between girl and woman.

For the moment, she was content with this, but a need for something deeper had slowly started to awaken inside her. She felt a slow throb growing that would need to be filled. Her fingers pushed again, she felt a small pain as the tiny wall of flesh inside her stretched.

She stood, her knees and legs still trembling. She began to ease back down the rock ledges. Her foot found a slick spot, she slid on the wet stone. A small patch of plants stopped her.

She had fallen to her hands and knees. The soft carpet of greenery saved her from injury. The water flowed gently over and around her. Her head looked over the ledge, facing the pond.

She tried to stand, her ankle was caught between two rocks. She tried to twist toward it, a small boulder between her legs stopped that. The boulder also pressed into the top of her slit, where the lightning came from.

She was stuck.

She became aware of something behind her, pushing against her woman flesh. She lowered her head, to look between her legs. A stem from the plant was pressed into her. It moved when she did.

She moved her bottom from side to side, and then up and down. The stem stayed put. She couldn’t move forward, and any movement back would push the stem deeper into her.

As she wondered what to do, she noticed how the streams of water played over her. They were less constant here, they fell from one place, and then another. They teased her skin, the throb below started again.

A trickle started high on her bottom, and flowed between her cheeks. It found a new spot she felt pleasure from. It licked over her other opening.

She arched higher, it fell directly on it. The boulder between her legs was pushed a bit more against her special spot. The impact from the falling water caused tiny vibrations in the rock, which pressed on her mound. Within seconds, the water and vibration caused her to throw back her head and moan loudly.

She rocked her hips very slowly between the water on her bottom and the boulder on her front. As the streams of water moved in and away, the vibration of the rock rose and fell. The stem pressed into her, inviting.

She was close to another release, but it seemed every time she should, the water slowed and she moved back from the edge. She wanted to jump. She needed something more to push her over.

The throb inside her had become an aching emptiness that needed to be filled. The water moved closer again. The flow played over her bottom, the vibrations increased. Her need rose, her body tensed, screaming for release.

She grit her teeth, and thrust backward. There was a sharp pain as her girl flesh tore. Her woman flesh took the stem, squeezing around it.

She rocked back and forth, moving it and out of her. Feral screams sounded through the grotto. Escort avcılar The water fell hard, washing away her virgin blood. The sound of the water rose to a roar, mingling with her sounds as she climbed higher.

She arched, froze, and then she knew what it was to be a woman. She had seen a mountain once, the top of it flew into the sky, and a river of fire flowed out of it. She exploded into the sky. She let herself go into the river of fire.

As she slowly came back, she found herself still thrusting on the stem. Somehow, her ankle had worked itself free.

She collapsed forward, her body trembling. The stem slid out of her. She was sore.

Her skin was cool. The sun had dipped below the trees, it was nearly dark. She knew she couldn’t go back to the village until morning. One of the elders had told her, ‘Look past the falling waters.’

She stood and climbed back up the ledges. She stepped through the waterfall again, washing away the last of the girl in her.

Behind the waterfall was an opening in the rock. She followed it, a large cave was at the end. It was warm here. She would be safe for the night.

The walls glowed softly with a light of their own. She glanced back to the opening, night had fallen. She heard the sounds of the jungle at night.

In the middle of the cave, she found a large, flat rock. The top of it was covered with soft moss. It would make a comfortable place to sleep. She was surprised to see some small fruit trees growing inside here. She looked up, the top of the cave opened to the night sky. The light from the new full moon spilled in.

She was starving, she feasted on the fruit. It was different than the fruit from the village, each bite made her want more.

She ate her fill, and grew sleepy. It had been a long day. She climbed onto the rock, settling into the soft green carpet. It had the same scent as the path.

She warmed, and rolled to her back. The moonlight washed over her. She stretched, and sighed happily. Her hands slid between her legs.

She felt herself, still a bit sore. A small fire started beneath her fingers. Small sounds rose as she gently caressed herself.

With a sigh, she moved her legs apart, letting the moonlight play over her femininity. Her eyes closed as her fingers moved. She felt a small breeze, the cave walls had dimmed.

She felt a wisp float past her, and then another, and another. Her eyes flew open, she was not alone!

Fear rose in her, three spirits floated about her. She gave a shout of terror, and pulled herself into a ball, covering her nakedness as best she could.

One of the spirits moved closer, she cowered in fear and shame. It touched her. She could feel it’s thoughts.

It was filled with love, and happiness. That she had braved the jungle, and found her way here. Few had come this far. She would be rewarded for her sacrifice.

The others drew near, she could feel them too. She lay back, inviting them. She could feel how they admired her beauty, how they longed to join with her.

One touched her forehead, she was filled with feelings older than the stars, and stronger than the sun.

She felt herself lift out of her body. They drew to her, embracing her. She was filled with love and understanding.

They were the spirts that watched over this place. To keep their strength, they needed to join with a young female, untouched, but not a girl. She would allow them to survive. Without hesitation, she agreed.

She was back in her body. The spirits had changed, becoming flesh. Each of them were beautiful.

They stood taller than the biggest warrior from her village, their bodies perfect. She was small compared to them.

They were naked, she looked between one’s legs. His man flesh was large. She blushed. They touched her, she was consumed with the need to join with them, and they with her.

The largest brushed his lips over hers. She pulled him close. She felt hands gliding over her body, her skin came alive.

The hands were replaced by mouths. She moaned, and moved deeper into the kiss. A tongue found her nipple, another along her thighs. She broke the kiss, gasping. Another mouth closed on her other nipple. Streams of fire raged through her body.

The mouth on her thighs, found her wetness. She pushed hard against it. It licked her again and again, she gave a gasp with each. It slid in and out of her.

She reached, her hand found man flesh. It had grown hard. She closed her fingers around it. It filled her hand. She stroked it gently.

She felt a pull from below, she was being opened wider. The tongue moved up like a snake, and settled on the special spot. The mouth sucked as the tongue danced over it. Like the mountain, she erupted. She felt their strength grow.

She knew now that each time she let go, they would be stronger, able to survive. Her pleasure was how they fed. She also knew the more they felt, the more she would be able to release. It was a circle of life.

She pulled the hardness in her hand toward her. She wanted to kiss it, to feel it on her lips, to feel it in her mouth. It moved to her.

Her tongue touched it. Like the fruit, she wanted more. She licked along it, in a rhythm to the tongue licking her. The feelings passed among all four of them.

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The neighborhood gave an impression of idyllic normalcy. Small, tidy yards, some with cut grass and some with banks of flowers, fronted modest houses, each showing creative architecture and elegant wood finishings. Diverse trees lined the quiet street. Walking the weathered sidewalk, lifted and cracked by roots, Ethan let himself notice the cool edge of the evening breeze. Notice. Observe. Pay attention. It was interesting how that simple instruction could make such a difference to his experience.

The last rosy light of sunset kissed the treetops. He caught glimpses of the crimson-streaked sky in the west. Earlier, shopping for school supplies, he had seen the rugged edge of the mountains in the distance, both west and east. Warm light streamed out of expansive windows. Living rooms, some aglow with the dance of firelight, most with the hazy gold of shaded lamps. Bookshelves, cabinets, families at dinner, people reading. Every now and then, not as much as he expected, the blue tint of television.

Ethan missed his home if he thought about it. Pangs of longing for the familiar. A sudden uneasy sinking in his stomach as he felt the distance and the vast difference. But outside those stumbles, this was a world of wonder. He couldn’t help but imagine that in the upper floors of each house were shrines and temples to sex goddesses; that the appearance of normalcy belied rituals both exotic and erotic. People talked about the United States as if it were all fundamentalist loonies, gun-toting cowboys, and drug-addled hippies. Nobody mentioned the sex cults!

After his morning “lesson,” Amy had helped him unpack. When Emily returned home, looking both modest and wholesome, she had helped him create a list of everything he would need, which was completely unsurprising, and just what he expected. Amy had taken him out to a couple of stores, which – oddly – they called “drug stores.” For a nation ostensibly waging a war on drugs, it seemed peculiar to have these vast drug stores every few blocks in the commercial areas, and selling almost everything but drugs. Including school supplies for children! She also showed him their local supermarket, more aptly named: a mind-boggling warehouse of a place, perfectly cool, and banked with beautiful produce perfect to an implausible degree. This, Ethan concluded, must be one of the benefits of living at the center of global empire.

And that, plus a long nap, was his day. He took a walk around the neighborhood before dinner to shake off the nap.

Dinner itself was salad and a stir fry that Amy and Marcus prepared together.

As they ate, Ethan found himself becoming more and more awkward with Emily across from him. First of all, she seemed to look at him. A lot. And when she did, she looked right into his eyes, in a way that was very hard to interpret. He found himself avoiding her gaze, and he became self-conscious about it. There was something fierce about her. Yet she ate slowly, with care.

“How was your day, Ethan?” Marcus asked, with a casualness that seemed completely natural and at ease.

“Ah, good, yes. Getting on me feet. Adjusting.”

“Adjusting. Yes, time zones, first and foremost I would imagine. Maybe a little culture shock? What are some of the things that seem very different from home?”

Your wife! Ethan thought. “Well, aye, lots actually. Your shops are quite huge, really.”

Ethan laughed. “Wait ’til someone takes you to Costco. But I take your point. I’m from New York, originally. Everything is very compact there. They have to fit a lot into a small place. Suburbs are different. West coast, different. And get yourself out into the heartland, or the south, different again. What else?”

Your wife! Ethan thought again, this time remembering some of the visuals, and blushing.

He glanced at Emily, who was observing him closely, a smile quirked on her lips, her eyes deep pools of cornflower blue.

“The, uh, architecture. And everything. Trees. Different.” He could feel his words deserting him. Against his will he glanced at Emily again. Observing him carefully, the sharpness in her smile taking on a finer edge.

Seemingly oblivious Marcus nodded. “Craftsman homes, a real hallmark of Seattle. Exquisite workmanship on some of these, and the best materials in the world. The city is growing, expanding. Moving toward higher density. Each one of these houses torn down is a tragedy. It will take a while, not quite a threatened species yet, but someday.”

Ethan took some deep breaths. Observe. Notice. Pay attention. He tasted his food. He sipped his juice. Cranberry and maybe ten other things, all from that perfect produce aisle, thrown in a blender.

“And Amy gave you your first lesson, yes?”

Ethan froze; he could feel Emily watching him.

“Ah, yes,” he said, deeply uncomfortable.

“Conscious touch, 101, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“No sirring me, Ethan. Relax. Take some breath. Nice deep breath. Amy, did you teach Ethan anything about Esenyurt Escort breathing yet?”

“Only a little, my love. Just the tiniest introduction—to breath. The big lesson was… elsewhere.

Ethan felt the blush becoming a radiant heat.

Marcus laughed kindly, “Be gentle, dear. This is a hard lesson. Overcoming our impulses, staying in conscious awareness and presence. A beautiful meditation. Did you find it useful, Ethan?”

Ethan felt Emily’s intent gaze on him. He found himself paralyzed with anxiety.

Marcus gave a short, quick rap on the table with the flat of his knife, giving Ethan’s overloaded circuitry a sudden shock.

“Ethan,” Marcus said with a sudden force that was unlike anything in his previously casual demeanor.

“Yes, sir,” Ethan replied, automatically.

“You’re embarrassed. You are worried that you’ve done something wrong? Maybe you are experiencing shame? Maybe you think you’re in over your head. You don’t know what’s going on, what this is about. What are we? How weird is all of this?”

He paused, and Ethan felt the heat of his body filling the empty space.

“This is the wrong house for all of that, Ethan. I chose you out of thousands, because you are ready for this. There are no secrets in this house. None. Everything that happens here is known to me. Nothing happens here that is not fully blessed by me. You cannot do anything wrong in this house, Ethan. Not even this, this embarrassment you are feeling. It’s completely natural, perfectly ordinary. A little too ordinary, however. I want you to understand why you are here, and here’s the deal. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe you are not the right choice? You have until dinner tomorrow to tell me that, and I will make alternate arrangements for you, that would be quite satisfactory to any merely ordinary boy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Marcus.”

“Yes, Marcus.”

“Now, in order for you to make that choice, you need to completely understand why you are here. Amy, did you explain it?”

“More or less,” she said. “I think I did. But you know me. Talk isn’t always my preferred language.”

“I know, love, it’s beautiful. So, Ethan, tell me why you think you’re here. If any of it embarrasses you, just observe what that feels like, breathe through it, and use your words.”

“I, yeah, got it, ok. So, the Goddess on your wall. You’re like a religion. And …” he was going to mention Emily, but he looked at her and found himself shrinking back from that smile that was one part mocking and two parts sympathy. There are many conversations we haven’t had with her yet, Amy had said. No secrets, Marcus had said. Confusion took him.

Marcus rapped the table again. “Breathe. Go on.”

Ethan took a deep breath, as deep as he could, and let it out slowly.

“Yeah, right. Right. So, the Goddess and you need to prepare … Emily, and you need to train me to be part of this, somehow, like, for her? And, it’s, right? It’s all about sex?”

He shut his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see how Emily might be looking at him now.

“Adequate,” Marcus said. “But bravely done. Now it’s there, out in the open. How does that feel, Ethan?”

“I don’t know.”

“Great! That’s great. Perfect. Feel into your body, and tell us what your body feels right now.”

“Tense. Afraid. Kind of nauseous.”

“Marcus! You ruined his dinner,” Amy said.

“Good,” Marcus said, but not in response to Amy. “That’s good, Ethan. Tell me about the fear. What does your mind think that fear is?”

“Well, I guess it’s just that you know, we don’t talk about sex where I’m from. I mean the lads do, of course, but not you know—not at dinner.”

“How does that answer my question? Take a breath. A good, deep one. Tell me the fear story.”

“I guess I’m afraid to talk about sex. Especially in front of Emily. It’s, ah, weird, and I don’t want to offend her, and I’m afraid of doing the wrong thing or saying something I shouldn’t, I don’t know what’s ok to say, I guess. Mrs… Amy… said something about there was a lot she doesn’t know yet, so I don’t know what you mean exactly when you say no secrets.”

Ethan looked at his plate, feeling the gaze from Emily softer now.

A silence grew.

After an uncomfortable pause, Marcus spoke again. Still with force: “Is that it? That’s all?”

“It’s a fewkin lot, Marcus,” Ethan said, the outburst surprising himself. “It’s all fewkin crazy! I mean, it’s super cool crazy, and fuck me, I was thinking I’m the luckiest bloke, but that was then, this conversation, it’s just freaking me out, right?”

Marcus chuckled. “Good, perfect, Ethan. That’s what I wanted to hear. Congratulations, that was well said. You are the luckiest bloke, indeed. You don’t even know the beginning of it yet. And you’re right, there’s a ton that Emily doesn’t know yet. Why? Because she doesn’t start her training yet! And you don’t know it either. Why? Because Esenyurt Escort bayan you haven’t started the training either! You are preparing for the training. What that looks like is a bit different for you than it does for her, for various reasons. So: no secrets means no secrets. That doesn’t mean no privacy, though! Although, there’s not a lot of that either, sometimes, but you can have as much privacy as you want. But there’s nothing you can’t say. Nothing you are not allowed to feel or to think. You can be angry! You can be afraid. You can be ashamed, if you are ashamed. We will free you from that, of course. There’s nothing you can do, or say, or think, or feel that’s wrong. We will talk about this and everything else at dinner, and any other time we want. There is no such thing as a topic that is taboo.”

For the first time, Emily spoke. “But only in this house, Ethan. Outside, it’s different. Outside, we play the game.”

“The game?”

“The game,” Marcus picked it up. “The appearance of normalcy. Society has it’s norms. Those don’t exist in this house. Out there, though, it’s by the book. You see, you didn’t know you were playing a game. You more or less know the rules, but you think it’s real. It’s not real. What’s real is touch, color, light, shape, taste, scent, sound. Although, truth be told, that’s not entirely true either, but don’t worry about that yet. It’s a lot more real than the labels we put on things, the boxes we put things in. The boxes we put people in. What’s real is love. Connection. Authentic interaction. Giving voice to the deep truths of your experience. That’s what’s real. You might call it a sex religion. That would be completely fair. But it’s so much more than that, Ethan. You may or may not end up following the Goddess as we do. But for reasons that will become clear in time, you are selected to accompany Emily in the first part of her journey. Which begins on the first festival day after her birthday. Until then, Amy will teach you the basics a young man should know.”

“That I will,” Amy said, with a kind of smug primness.

“If you want to,” Marcus finished. “Let us know tomorrow night.”

A sudden conviction rose within him. “I can tell you now. I’m in. I don’t even understand it. No… that’s not right… I do understand it. The game. I have always felt that, Marcus. That it was bullshit. That things could be different. That the way people behave is not real. The hypocrisy, in church, in school. Even my parents.”

He took a deep breath. “Especially my parents.”

He went on: “I do understand it. It’s… exciting. To see it. So clearly all of an instant! Yes, I’m in.”

Marcus raised his hands, letting the knife clatter to the table.

“Perfect, you see?”

“I never doubted you, my love,” Amy said.

Emily leaned back, folding her arms across her belly in a way that lifted her breasts beneath a loose, blue blouse that was just a shade darker than her eyes. Her smirk suggested she wasn’t convinced. Her gaze remained on him. Studying him.

But dinner, at least, was over.

* * *

“Come to the living room,” Emily directed him.

Irritated, he shrugged off her command, and went to his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, and practiced his deep breathing.

I am being an idiot. I am reacting. I don’t know what I am doing. These people are crazy. What did I just get myself into? What is this?

He had a sudden image of being sacrificed on an altar at midnight in a few weeks. His blood running in rivulets down some marble slab like a bad supernatural horror film on late night cable.

Before long, curiosity overcame irritation. He had to know what she had in mind.

Emily was curled catlike in a soft chair. Amy and Marcus were nowhere to be seen. (Ethan immediately imagined what they were up to. Celebrating their victory of acquiring him.)

He sat across from her. The living room was a sofa, a couple of easy chairs, and a lot of books. A cloth with a rich multi-colored mandala draped one corner.

“Ok,” he said. “I give in. What is next?”

“Never give in, Ethan. You’ll learn that. If you don’t want to be here, don’t be here.”

He gave it due consideration. “I want to know what you want to say to me.”

She curled her body a little, now more like some kind of snake. “Ethan, first of all, you still have until tomorrow. When my father makes an offer like that, it is extremely literal. So you have an out if you change your mind. Secondly, I know what you are experiencing in a way that the parents don’t. They don’t really have to play the game anymore, so they don’t know. You and I go to school, and that’s a game within the game. An incredibly stupid game. All of my friends are just like you. They sort of know that it’s a game, and some reject it – because they are idiots. And some play it without knowing that they are playing it – because they are gullible idiots.

“So, I get it. I want you Escort esenyurt to know that I get it. And if you decide this is too fucked up for you… I get it. You don’t need to do anything for me.”

He laughed. “Emily. Your parents are basically making plans for us to fuck. Right? Isn’t that what’s going on here?”

Her eternally sneering smile just curled. “Of course, Ethan. Of course that’s what they are doing. You are a strapping young buck from a distant land who can be shipped away as soon as is convenient once the job is done. Do you like being a pawn in their game?”

Ethan pursed his lips. The game again.

“Their game?”

“Everyone has a game, Ethan. School is a game. Society is a game. Religion is a game—usually a bad one! My parents have their game; they think it transcends mere game, but they, too, are gullible idiots. They seem to think their little swinger community is somehow above it all. They think they can slap a sexy woman on the wall and call it Goddess and somehow it’s all ‘sacred.’

“Ethan… we have more important things to discuss than all this crazy bullshit. You need to get yourself ready for school in America! You think what happens in this house is weird? Wait ’til you show up in school with your Scottish accent tomorrow. You are going to have people falling in love with you, challenging you to fights, and everything in between. By the way… can you fight?”

“Ah, well, I’m not a fighter, really. But… I’m Scottish of course. I’m not afraid of a fisticuffs, if it has to happen.”

Emily stayed curled under her blanket. “Oh, good. I’m looking forward to that.”

Ethan had the sinking feeling that things were suddenly even weirder than he thought they were, and not only because he had landed in a bizarre alternate reality where everything he knew was completely different, but because he was also starting in a new school, and that school was in America.

“That’s all,” Emily said at last, after they had both spent some time in their own thoughts.

“Did you just dismiss me?”

Emily shrugged.

“You want more? My birthday is October 29th, Ethan. The festival is Samhain, the 31st. Halloween. It’s all bullshit, of course, but unless you totally fizzle, that’s when you get to pop my cherry. I hope you hang in there, because I don’t like the alternatives I’ve seen.”

Ethan sat still for a while longer.

It boiled out of him eventually. “Emily,” he said, “You seem to have an uncanny ability to make everything look stupid. Is there any beauty in your life?”

Her lip curled up in that distinctive smile. “Ethan; the beauty in my life is the stupidity in everyone else’s. Thanks for asking. Now, you had better get to bed, because… well… just this once I’ll leave you in suspense. But here’s a little tip. At that moment? When you think you are some kind of King? Look up. Look up, Ethan.”

* * *

Ethan listened to the silence and the darkness of the house, and (hearing nothing) slid himself into the cool, smooth, dry sheets of his bed.

The heaviness of the day settled over him, and the underlying weariness of travel and being on the far side of the world draped him more heavily than any blankets.

He drifted almost immediately, grateful that there were no intrusive thumps, bumps, or moans to keep him from a good night’s sleep before the first day of class.

Ethan stirred in the night. He pulled the sheets, adjusted the blankets. It wasn’t conscious; just those dim motions the body undertakes when liberated from the tyranny of consciousness.

But suddenly there was unexpected sensation.

A hand slid up his thigh, over the bone of his hip and across his belly.

He came to electrified wakefulness.

A naked woman was sliding herself into bed next to him. He felt her warm, dry skin pressed against his own. Her breasts rested into the side of his chest. A thigh slid across his. A hand moved into his hair. Another rested lightly on his low belly.

“Hello, Ethan. It’s time for your next lesson.”

He felt the brush of crinkly fur against his thigh as she shifted herself more closely against him.

He was wearing boxers, and her hand slipped down, just under the edge of the elastic. He felt himself swelling rapidly, hardening, straining against the fabric. Reaching for her fingers, which she shifted just out of reach.

“Ethan, this lesson is going to be a lesson in relaxation. I am going to touch you in a number of ways, and what I want you to do is stay completely relaxed. Your lingam may be hard, but everything else should be soft. Your thighs. Your belly. Your breath, nice and slow, ok?”

“Ok.”

“I may give you other instructions. But this lesson is going to be entirely about experiencing your sensations to the utmost, which can only be done when you are relaxed.”

“Ok.”

She shifted around, moving the covers aside, and easily stripping off his boxers. He felt himself spring free.

She rolled between his thighs, and shifted down to bring his cock between her soft, ample breasts. Enveloped in soft, warm, skin, Ethan felt a surge of arousal and desire, and almost came on the spot. Had she moved at all, he might have, but she simply held her chest against his hips.

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