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We all have first times, well maybe not all, but us lucky ones will remember it for as long as we can. Me, well it might have come later than normal, I was never that lucky with the ladies when I was back in high school, but the way in which it came about, I would not change at all.

It was one of my closest friend’s ideas. He later told me it came to him because he was sick and tired of having one sided conversations. Ever since high school he had been telling me stories of his exploits, and all I could do was listen. At first you would think he was bragging, maybe even making it up as he loved having an audience. But if you knew him as well as I did, you would know it to be the truth. He was unashamed and would go into as much detail as his audience demanded, even if it would show him in a slightly embarrassing situation.

“Hey Daniel! Tell us again how you creamed yourself before you could even start”, one of the bullies would laugh.

Daniel would just have a slight grin when replying. “Yeah maybe when you can eventually get someone to allow you to even touch her beforehand, you might do better. Maybe you can tell me in ten years, if you even get a chance by then.”

I used to think about his stories when lying in bed, imagining myself in his shoes, doing anything and everything he did to all those women. Every night my imagination would match his stories and experiences, while his stories got more involved and advanced over time, so did my fantasies.

A couple years after high school he eventually got bored of having one sided conversations, and one day confronted me directly.

“Reuben! When are you ever going to get laid? I want to talk about these things together, it’s boring with one person doing it alone.”

He smirked at me when saying that last sentence and I didn’t know if he meant it as a playful jibe at me having to go solo, or just plainly talking about how boring it was when, he alone, was telling stories. Knowing him, it was probably both.

Embarrassingly I told him that I was just too nervous to seek things out. That it was getting harder and harder to go through with it because my lack of experience was psyching me out.

“Anyway.” I continued. “Even if I did go all the way with some chick, I’ll probably be too embarrassed to even talk to you about it.”

“Nonsense!” He exclaimed. “I’ll make sure that when it happens you’ll find it easy to talk to me about it.”

I remember being in disbelief when he mentioned that, but I did not know just how easy he would make it.

A couple days later Daniel invited me over to his place. He was very adamant that I come over, but would not tell me why. Also, having no idea that he was planning anything was probably for the best, as I would have found a lame excuse to miss it.

On arriving at his place, Daniel invited me in. He seemed a little more animated than usual and practically pushed me into his room with the promise that he was going to show me something.

I was pretty startled to find that I was not alone with Daniel. He didn’t mention having other company over, and this was not normal company either. It was Hailey, Daniel’s girlfriend. Well I wouldn’t call her his girlfriend, more of a friends with benefits type of person. I had met her once before at a party, but by now I knew quite a bit more about her than a normal acquaintance would. Daniel often spoke about Hailey and what they would get up to together.

“Hey Reuben!” Hailey shouted, smiling at me while coming in for a hug. “Nice to meet you again.”

Curiously I looked over at Daniel while hugging her and made the best reply that I could muster. “Hi.”

You see, I had a strong crush on her, probably developed by all the stories that Daniel would share with me. How she moaned when Daniel thrusted in her. How easily she could get off with just the application of his fingers. How her long brown hair would get all matted up and sticky from a facial.

Many a night would I picture her under me; her small feet on my shoulders, my hands on her subtle breasts, all the while I effortlessly entered her. How tight it would feel and how smooth it was as she had not a single hair below her neck. I would just last a few minutes on this fantasy alone before having to clean up my own sticky mess.

“Reuben, you remember Hailey right?” Before I even had a moment to answer, he answered for me. “Sure you do, from all those stories I would tell you about her.” Now I was embarrassed, how could Daniel say that in front of her? Surely she would figure out that I would think about her intimately.

“Oh don’t worry.” Daniel continued as he saw my shocked expression. “She knows I talk to you about everything.”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Hailey replied quite playfully. “I kind of enjoy knowing that what we do is not a privately kept secret. In any case, Daniel and I talk about you too.”

I was at a loss for words. I felt quite vulnerable. What did she know about me? What did Daniel Şerifali Escort tell her, that I was still a virgin? That I would jerk off thinking about her (Daniel must know that I do)?

Hailey now grinned at Daniel. “You were right, shame, look at his face, he looks so innocent and sweet, I can’t wait to start.”

“Yeah, come on Reuben, don’t look so shocked. I told you I would get you laid sometime, and that time is now. We’re going to have sex, right here, right now. You, me and our dear friend, Hailey.”

I struggled to reply, trying to mouth and form words at this point was difficult. Was this a joke? A dream? I did manage to catch one part though, one main part. I put all my energy and strength into saying this one word. It came out soft, but the meaning was clear. “We’re?”

Hailey was the first to reply. She sat down on the bed still facing me. “Yeah that’s right, you’re a virgin, I’ve never been with a virgin and Daniel has never been in a three-way. It’s a first for everyone. A win, win, win.”

That was true as far as I knew. I had never had sex. Hell, I had never had a release that wasn’t self-induced. Daniel had never once told me about a threesome that he had, so it must mean he has never had one as he would have definitely told me. So assuming those were true, then it must also be true that Hailey had never been with a virgin. It would only occur to me later that she heavily implied that she had been in a threesome herself before. I’m kind of glad I didn’t catch onto that immediately as that would have distracted me more.

Thereafter it seemed that Daniel was the one taking charge and that both Hailey and I were just following instructions. It made me feel closer to Hailey and also made me feel slightly less insecure about the whole situation.

“Exactly, and this way if any early ‘spillage’ happens with either one of us, the other could take over.” I knew what Daniel was implying and I’m grateful that he both mentioned it now and did not actually point it out that it was more than likely that I would have the early release. The way he said it made it seem like we were on equal footing. “Also you won’t be embarrassed talking to me about it afterward as I was involved in the whole thing with you.”

I still had barely said a word since the announcement that we would be having sex. That I would finally lose my virginity and not only that, that it would involve a threesome. I wasn’t sure if I was even ready for all this to happen now. I tried coming up with an excuse or something, but I was frozen. It was then that Daniel took charge.

“Reuben just stand there for now and kick off your shoes. Hailey will help with your pants.”

This I managed to do, but not with the ease that it should have been. I had one shoe off and was about to toe my other shoe off with my foot when I felt Hailey in front of me. I almost lost my balance as I felt her reach out to unbutton and unzip me. Still sitting on the bed, she gave a firm tug and shortly my pants fell down to my ankles.

I stepped out of the leg of my pants and at the same time kicked off my remaining shoe. I was now standing in my shirt, socks and underwear with Hailey sitting down on the bed, her head at the exact height as my underwear. Having no idea what she would do next, I held my breath in suspense. Would she suck me off?

She was really close to me now, her head mere inches away, but she held my gaze, smirking all the time. That was when I started feeling apprehensive. Am I even hard? In all this excitement, my brain did not register anything. I was scared I would be one of those people who couldn’t get it up when required.

Before I could continue with those thoughts, I felt my underwear being tugged down from the rear. I had forgotten that Daniel was also there and he was the one who finally stripped me down.

“Oh yeah, he’s ready.” Hailey was so close to me that I felt her breath as she directed this statement to Daniel. My fears were put to ease, I was definitely hard.

“Now Reuben, you are not to touch yourself in anyway. Don’t want you ruining the whole experience now, do we?” This instruction came from Daniel, who was now almost completely naked, having left only his socks on. He walked back to the bed and sat behind Hailey and pulled her backwards into his arms.

As she moved away from me, Hailey lifted up the bottom of my shirt and dropped it so that it would partially cover me up. I was completely hard and sticking straight up, so my shirt managed to cover quite a bit past the head. The fabric touching me and the fact that I did not drop it myself caused a slight throbbing to occur. I fought the urge to touch myself, even just a little.

I had only managed a glimpse of Daniel earlier and now that he was sitting directly behind Hailey, I couldn’t see much more. But I was more focussed on the fact that Daniel was taking off Hailey’s top.

Her arms in the air, Daniel lifted her top off in a quick Göztepe Escort motion leaving her bare from the waist up. She had apparently not worn a bra. Daniel’s left hand then went down towards her left breast and carefully cupped it. His other hand went lower and started taking off her pants.

I was mesmerized and didn’t know where to look. Do I look at her pants as they’re coming off? Or do I look at her right firm breast? Or maybe even look at her other breast and watch Daniel, who was now slowly tweaking Hailey’s nipple, playing with her.

I decided on gazing at her pants. I figured that as I had never seen a fully naked woman before (apart from porn), that I should take this opportunity and see her fully revealed.

The right choice was made. Hailey was wearing loose fitting shorts. When Daniel’s hand reached into them to take them off, I could tell Hailey was looking directly at me when she gave a slight, but maybe exaggerated, moan. Her pants easily fell off and she was in fact not wearing anything else. She was completely naked, and true to Daniel’s stories, completely hairless down there.

The way that Daniel took off her pants, from the front centre downwards made it so that his hand was mostly obscuring what I desperately wanted to see. I’m pretty sure they planned this so it would have maximum effect on me. This was further proven as Daniel started raising his hand ever so slowly. His middle finger lingering behind until it was caught in the folds of her ‘lips’.

Once he reached the top, his finger popped out and I let out my breath that I did not know I was holding. Both Daniel and Hailey gave a small laugh at the sound I made when I released my breath. Their laugh did not phase me as I was intently staring at Hailey’s most intimate parts. I dared not to blink for fear of missing out of even one second of this glorious display. I never felt as aroused in my entire life as I did right then.

My erection was still partially obscured by my shirt, the type and colour of which made it easily highlight any type of dampness on it. It was grey, and in my obvious bulge, you could see a much darker spot where I was beginning to leak. Now usually my circumcised penis does not produce too much precum when I masturbate, and if it does, it’s only after a really long session. But now, without any manipulation, I had already started to produce some, and it was quite obviously being absorbed into my shirt.

I was still completely focused on the imagery when Daniel pulled Hailey’s head onto his right shoulder. Both still facing me, Daniel took his left hand and while sitting behind her, reached around and inserted his finger into Hailey once again. From my position I could see almost all of Hailey, her breasts and her smooth and hairless pussy, which was now being fingered. Of Daniel I could really only see his face, left arm and the back of his hand. It was his hand that I focused on the most, mainly because of what it was doing.

He started quite fast, his middle finger rubbing up and down while also shaking his hand so his fingers would a vibrating sensation. I couldn’t tell how deep he was penetrating her, but it looked like it wasn’t too deep, maybe up to his middle finger’s first knuckle. He must have done this before as it had an instant effect on Hailey. She lifted her pelvis slightly and made a slight moan of pleasure. Her head fell further back onto Daniel’s shoulder causing her to push out her breasts a bit. Her breasts weren’t too big, but I’ve never really liked big ones. Her ones were perfectly sized for me, big enough that I could cup each one in my hand completely.

Daniel kept at it for a good minute or two, at a decent speed making sure Hailey felt each twitch and motion of his fingers. He was moving his hand up and down along the length of her ‘opening’. By this point it looked like Hailey was trying to gain back some control that she had lost to the pleasure she was receiving. She sat forward a bit and closed her legs in order to slow down Daniel’s manipulations. He did slow down, but I think the loss in pleasure instantly made Hailey open her legs again.

Daniel continued at a slower speed for a bit, but it did look like he was applying more pressure and going deeper. Hailey was now starting to moan. Actually it was maybe a sort of a combination of a squeak and a moan. I remember it being very cute considering what was happening. Her face also looked pretty hot now, it was like she was grimacing from some pain, but it was something else. She wanted him to go faster it seemed.

When Daniel eventually started to go faster, her cries increased in response. She now had given herself to the pleasure she was receiving from Daniel’s fingers. She looked so lost to the pleasure, that she might have forgot that I was even there. I thought this as I felt just as lost, standing there staring at them with the hardest erection in my life wearing just my socks and shirt.

Suddenly Hailey Ümraniye Escort cried out and jumped forward somewhat. My complete lack of experience made me think she had just had an orgasm. It was now when Daniel spoke to me again. “I’ll need some minor help bringing her over the edge.” Smirking the entire time at me he pushed Hailey down so she was lying backwards on the bed over his legs.

“Take off your shirt and grab her feet,” he directed at me. He had positioned her so I had a perfect view on only her pussy and legs. “Hold her feet up and apart so you can see everything.”

Like a lamb I followed his instructions to the letter. Taking off my shirt, then grabbing her bare feet to force her legs apart. I was in a trance, here I was eventually touching a completely naked woman. I know it was just her feet, but they were soft and warm to the touch.

I stretched out my arms to pull her feet as far apart as I could, opening her up even more. This allowed Daniel to have more room for his fingers to penetrate her, but it was also giving me a perfect view of everything. In this position I was so close that I thought some of my leaking dick would actually drip on her. However, I couldn’t really tell if that actually happened, as at this distance I could see how wet she had become, and any additional fluids would not be noticeable.

This natural lube of hers allowed Daniel to go at full speed. Expertly rubbing her up and down, while his middle finger and two nearby fingers were almost fully inside her. Hailey’s cries were ecstatic and I now realised why Daniel wanted me to hold her feet. Her toes were twitching and curling, while her entire feet shook in conjunction with her whole body. She tried closing her legs multiple times, but with my grip on her feet she stopped each time. Unable to close her legs to slow down Daniel’s motion, she started thrusting her pelvis up to meet Daniel’s fingers, to try and get more of them inside her.

When she started thrashing about from the pleasure that she was experiencing, I decided to slightly massage her feet with my thumbs. I gripped her feet in such a way that my thumb was just under her middle toes. Applying some pressure I ran my thumbs in small circles. This way, it felt like I was at least doing something. Although, I don’t think she even noticed what I was doing because of Daniel’s expert fingering.

Daniel now had all four of his fingers rubbing up and down at a rate that even her thrusts couldn’t match. Going like this she didn’t last long until she gasped out a final “Yes!” I correctly figured out that she was climaxing.

It was amazing, I could feel her orgasm from just my grip on her feet, her toes twitching erratically, while flexing the arches of her feet. In her last throws of her orgasm, she had lifted her whole pelvis up – in order to get as much of Daniel’s fingers inside of her. So reared so far up that I had trouble gripping both of her feet as she had to spread her legs wide apart.

Daniel had slowed down completely and now without his blurred hands in the way I could fully see how wet Hailey had become. I figured girls could get this wet, but seeing it was something else. Daniel took off one of his socks and used it like a small towel to dry Hailey. You could even see the dampness on his sock grow after each wipe.

I had let go of Hailey’s feet by now, but was still mesmerized by the entire sight and experience. My balls were aching by this point as well. It was then that Daniel looked at me directly and gave a small smirk before whispering something into Hailey’s ear. She still wasn’t completely aware, but managed to open her eyes and look at me as well.

Repositioning slightly she stretched out her leg until I felt something warm, but damp, press against my dick. I remember distinctly gasping out loud and looking down at the same time. It was Hailey’s left foot pressing directly on me. The dampness however, was from me. All the precum that I had been leaking the entire time was dripping down my shaft. With it acting as a lubricant she firmly pressed her foot down and moved it up until her toes curled around my head. She wiggled her toes and continued to press firmly for a couple seconds, but those seconds was all it took.

I came, and made slightly embarrassing grunting noises each time I shot. Her toes were fully covering my slit so each shot of cum couldn’t go anywhere, so it spread under all her toes. Some of it even seeped through the slight gaps between each of them, but most of it coated the underside and dripped down onto the rest of her foot.

After a short time Hailey pulled her foot away and held it up directly at me so I could see it dead on. She moved, straightened and wriggled each of her toes showing me my own cum as it stuck to her. You could see strands of cum stick in between her toes, like a webbing, even though she was spreading them apart and moving them as individually as she could.

I didn’t even notice that Daniel had moved until I felt him cleaning my dick. He was wiping me with the same sock he used earlier to wipe Hailey after her orgasm. He even squeezed me through his sock to get the lingering drop or two out. Daniel then pushed me to the bed and told me to sit down or lie down before I collapse.

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i got off the bus in Providence and scanned the old buildings and the dismal streets, not feeling especially free. It was dark and i didn’t have more than $20 in loose change in a baggy in my pocket. i was wearing jeans and a tee shirt and a denim jacket. i found a park bench to sit on and held my backpack in my lap. my options were few.

i was hungry.

“Hey.”

i looked up and saw a man, older, fat, wearing glasses. He was wearing a gray suit and glasses. i gave him the best attitude i could muster at age 18. i could smell his need on him.

“Hey, yourself.”

“Are you…” he asked, uncertain. “Working?”

i gave him a doubtful look. i understood the question. He wanted to pay me to have sex with him. i had turned a few tricks in Springfield, where i grew up, the first couple of times i ran away. But i was far from home now, and i didn’t know if the rules were somehow different here in Providence.

“Maybe,” i said, smiling it him, hugging my backpack tighter, leaning forward. “Depends on what you’re looking for and how much you’re willing to pay, Sir.”

i hated the fact that the word “sir” escaped from me. But i was too well trained. He was a man, and i couldn’t help but see him as deserving of my respect. my father had drilled this into me since i was old enough to understand, and there’s no escaping such deep psychological conditioning.

The man didn’t seem to read anything into the word, though. He said, almost shyly, “Oral? Twenty bucks?”

i nodded. Then i looked around. There weren’t a lot of places to suck a guy off in the park without being seen.

“I have an office,” said the man, “just behind the Biltmore.”

i was new to Providence but i knew the Biltmore. It had a neon sign that was hard to miss and it was Bostancı Escort right on the edge of the park I was sitting in.

“Okay. Let’s go,” i said, standing up.

He was a foot taller than my 5’1, and took long steps. i double stepped to keep up. “i’m Katey,” i said, trailing him through the dark.

“Michael,” he said. “You’re very pretty.”

i nodded. “Thank you, Sir,” i said, the second time in two minutes. i decided not to fight it. The words felt natural.

Like i said, i wasn’t feeling especially free.

We reached his office building in silence. He nervously struggled with his keys and got inside the lobby, illuminated by a bare bulb. The office building was run down, but not dirty. We took an elevator to the third floored after more fumbling with the keys, we were alone in his wood-paneled office. The place smelled like Michael, only more so. My heart was racing, but i could tell Michael was just as nervous.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Michael asked and i accepted a glass of tap water from the bathroom sink. Michael sat in his office swivel chair and motioned me to sit in one of the two chairs on the other side of his desk. He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet and selected a twenty dollar bill. He handed it to me across the desk.

i took the money and smiled. i stood, removed my jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. i walked around the desk and stood in front of Michael in the dim light. He looked up at me with wide eyes, his breathing heavy. He simply stared at me.

“You are really beautiful,” he said again.

i could have disagreed, but i didn’t. i was too short, my tits were too small, my blond hair was greasy and i felt as if i had gone two days without a shower, which was Anadolu Yakası Escort true. Plus i was just getting my period. i didn’t feel beautiful, but this needy, sad attorney, Michael, said i was, and every time he said it there was a tiny explosion in my brain, and i believed him if only a little.

i took off my tee shirt, and he looked at my tiny tits, the barest hint of a grateful smile on his face. i knelt before him. He leaned back in his chair, letting me undo his belt, unbutton his gray slacks and unzip his fly. i reached into his boxers and two buttons later i had his half-erect cock in my mouth.

His cock was salty and small with gray and white hairs at the base. i got him to shift in his chair and got his pants off completely. He was now wearing only black socks below the waist.

i went in for a second taste of his cock and it was larger now, harder. i could taste some of the slick pre-cum and savored the smell of him. He was fat and had the day’s work on him but he was clean enough. i moaned, partly to excite him but also as an expression of my own excitement. i felt truly alive when serving men. i had a pride in my skills for pleasing men.

Michaels hand moved to the back of my head. He was gentle, my nervousness was gone. As tricks go, he was easy. i knew if i did a good job he’d be a regular. A few guys like him could set me up nicely.

i bobbed and groaned and slurped noisily. i fucked his cock with my warm, wet mouth. i looked him in the eyes and i let him know that i was enjoying sucking his dick as much as he was enjoying me sucking him off. my hands gently caressed his gray-haired balls.

He stiffened, and i know he was going to cum. i slowed down a little. Moaned slightly, and felt the first spasm of his Ataşehir Escort cock as he filled my mouth with cum, spurt after spurt. i swallowed over and over. It was big load and tasted like almonds and bleach. i held him in my mouth until his cock began to soften.

“Thank you, Sir,” i said, as i buttoned up his boxers, and i meant it.

“That was amazing, Katey,” he said, catching his breath. “Can I, um, can I see you again?”

“i think so,” i said, “I’m new in Providence and don’t really know the scene here. i hope so.”

Michael nodded. “I watched you get off the bus. I wasn’t sure but I thought you might have just arrived. Can I ask how old you are?”

“21,” i lied, and at his doubtful look told the truth. “18, Sir. my apologies.”

Michael nodded. “You can’t work the streets in Providence. The police will arrest you, or someone will hurt you.”

“It’s been working so far,” i suggested with a smile, pulling my tee shirt back on. Glancing at the clock on the wall i estimated that i hadn’t been in Providence for much more than twenty minutes.

“If you’re really 18, you can get a job dancing at one of the strip clubs around here,” said Michael.

“Don’t i have to be 21?”

“To get a drink, yeah,” said Michael, “but to work there, no.”

i thought that sounded wrong, but Michael grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled on it as he said, “Trust me, I’m a lawyer. Take this to Spurts. It’s a hotel bar not far from here. Give this to the manager and she’ll get you a job. Maybe even get you a place to stay.”

i took the paper from him but didn’t look at the words. i didn’t want to admit that i couldn’t read.

“And if you want, come back here at six tomorrow night,” said Michael, “and we can do this again?”

i smiled. “i’ll try,” i said. “Thank you, Sir, for everything.” i patted my belly and licked my lips. I could feel his cum inside me.

Michael smiled and began to put his pants back on. i grabbed my coat and backpack and found my own way back out to the streets of Providence.

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Lily and I had been dating for three years before I proposed to her on her 21st birthday. She had said yes even before I finished the sentence. Six months later we would be married in a sweet ceremony that lasted all day. By midnight we were exhausted from the whole process, but we were burning with desire for each other. Both of us have been brought up in Christian homes, where sex before marriage was a no-no, it wasn’t the worst sin that could be imagined (despite what many people think), but it was not appreciated. This did not bother us in one bit as it allowed us to focus on finishing our studies at separate colleges and to get to know the real other person rather than the physical one. However, by the time we made it up to our hotel sweet we were ready to tear each other’s clothes off. It the tuxedo and the wedding dress weren’t so expensive we would have, so we reluctantly took off our clothes slowly and carefully.

Finally, there we stood, me in my plain silver satin boxers and Lily in a magnificent red lingerie set she had gotten on her hens night. The sight of her two well developed breasts protruding from her chest and her mound, which formed a camel-toe underneath her g-string caused my dick to stiffen immediately, creating a tent in my boxers. Lily was more beautiful than I had ever imagined in my dreams. I was glad we waited; this was going to be a special night. I scooped her up n my arms and carried her over to the large queen size bed and laid her on it. I slotted myself in beside her and we immediately started kissing each other passionately, exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. We knew how to do that well. Our hands roamed over the other person’s body. While we were doing this I reached around her back and started to try and undo her bra. And I do say tried to, because in my eagerness I just couldn’t undo it, so Lily sat up, slid her arms out of her bra and twisted it around and undid it herself, revealing a pair of elegant breasts. Hers were round, firm and the size of a melon and were tipped by set of small round pink nipples. I had to reach out and touch them, so I sat up and slowly I extended my arm and brushed the surface of her breast with my fingertips. Her body reacted by shivering at my touch. I looked into Lily’s grey eyes and saw desire, love and passion there. Her hands snaked out and placed my other hand on her free breast. I was in heaven.

We were sitting cross-legged opposite each other. My hands roaming about on her breast, and hers had found their way into my boxer shorts and had a firm grip on my dick. Oh my goodness, I was getting my first hand-job by someone other than myself. Lily’s older sister had been married for several years before we did and given her some information to help us out tonight, without my knowledge. So after a while of mutual fondling she pushed me onto my back and knelt between my open legs. She pulled my boxers off and threw them over her shoulder and onto the floor. I had stayed hard, very hard and my 6 ½ in dick was free and waving in the air in all its glory. She didn’t continue with the hand-job, instead she bent down and began to lick my rigid pole. Her tongue flayed my dick for some time before she took it into her mouth. Later I would find out that her sister had told her to get me to come first before be had sex, because I was less likely to come too early when we did try it. It would prove to be valuable advice.

As Lily continued to lick and suck my dick, I was running my hands through her silky hair. Lily was naturally had jet-black hair, but she had been dying it blonde for a while now. She must not have had it bleached lately, as her roots were very black, causing her to have a two-toned hair colour. As this was my first time with my dick in a woman’s mouth I came quickly and hard. Lily being as inexperienced as I was, wasn’t ready for it at all. So she started to gag on the loads of come that I was shooting into her mouth. She didn’t know wether or not to spit or swallow, so some ended up sliding down her throat, some oozed out from between her open lips and the ret I pumped onto her face as she pulled off of my dick. She eventually swallowed what was in her mouth and we both started giggling like dizzy teenagers. Slowly she wiped my come off of her face with her fingers and wiped it on the bed. Lily then turned around and bent over to pick up a towel off the floor, she wiped the remaining come off her face and chin.

After my climax my dick had shrunk again. But at the sight of her ass sticking up in the air, with her dainty little mound barely peaking out between her legs my erection returned with a vengeance. Lily turned around and saw it standing to attention again. “Oh my goodness Jeremy!! Wasn’t that enough to keep it down for a while.”

“I can’t help it Honey if it likes the look of your resplendent ass.” I replied with a grin on my face. Before she could reply I had pulled her to me and whisked off her g-string. Her petite pouch greeted me. It was completely bald. She had shaven and waxed prior Kadıköy Escort to our wedding day and I liked it. I could see a hint of pink flesh between the puffy outer lips of her pussy. Eagerly I bent down and kissed it softly, repeatedly. Lily moaned in delight. Now it was my turn to rock her world. I stopped kissing lifted my head so I could see and spread her lips wide with my fingers. It was an elegant sight, like the bright pink of a rose flower. At the top of her hidden valley I saw a little hooded button of flesh, from my exposure to porn I knew it was her clit. I also knew that by finding this I was well on my way to bringing Lily to a climax. I gently took her clit in my fingertips and rolled it around between them. Lily shuddered and moaned loudly. Yep, I was definitely on the right track here. I continued to play with her little nubbin of flesh until I put my head between her thighs and took it into my mouth. More moans of delight escaped from Lily who started to buck her hips. This was going well, what could I do next? I thought to my self. As I already had my head down there I continued licking her valley until I reached her pussy hole. It was round and becoming moist with her juices, which tasted slightly salty. I entered her pussy with my tongue and she bucked her hips violently, smashing her thighs into the side of my head. My ears were ringing, but I pressed on, as I was enjoying it almost as much as Lily.

I licked and probed her hole relentlessly until she started to release more of her womanly juices. Eventually I removed my head from her pussy and inserted two fingers in its stead. I began rubbing my fingers along the inner walls of her pussy with quick probing strokes. With my mouth now being free I turned my attention back to her breasts. My mouth was still covered in her juices when it clamped down on her breast. I heard more moans come from Lily as she continued to buck her hips wildly. This stuff really does work I thought to myself. It did not take too much longer for her to reach her climax. Pussy juiced flowed out onto my hand. I continued pumping my fingers inside her until the last spasms of her climax subsided. Lily dropped her head to the bed and said, “Holeeey Crap Jeremy!! Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.

“Lot’s of research.” I answered, referring to the porn I had watched with buddies at college.

“Well it worked.” She said as she sat up and we started kissing passionately again.

After a time Lily rolled onto her back and lifted her knees up, exposing her pussy to me. So I moved into position, grabbed my dick in my hand and guided it in first time. It was looking good from here. It was very tight, warm, moist and soft. Nothing like the warm apple pie, I was always hearing about. I began pumping my dick inside her pussy when on the third or fourth backward stroke I pulled back too far and fell out of her. Embarrassed I guided my dick back into her pussy and tried again. After a few more thrusts it happened again. I was furious with my self and apologized to Lily profusely. Once again I guided myself back into her, but before I resumed my thrusting Lily spoke up. “Honey its okay, you feel good, just try it a little slower, that’s all.”

“Okay.” I said embarrassed at my lack of co-ordination.

This time I started plunging my dick into her pussy with deep slow strokes, over and over again until I had found a comfortable rhythm. Now I got the hang of it. I was starting to really enjoy myself now as Lily’s pussy muscles contracted around my rigid shaft, and the head of my dick rubbed along the inner walls of her pussy. I speeded up my thrusts some but not much.

“Ohhh yeah!! Now you’ve got it.” Said Lily urging me on.

Gradually over the next few minutes I ramped up the speed of my thrusts, by this time Lily had synchronised her hip movements with mine. As our lovemaking was building up to the final act I felt the familiar tightening of my loins. Lily was also reaching the boundaries as her inner muscles clamed down on my dick making it harder to move around her pussy. As our bodies ground together we moved with blinding speed to our climaxes. I reached mine first and with a series of grunts I unloaded several jets of come into her pussy. Our juices mixed as I continued to pump away until she reached her climax soon afterwards and let out a sequence of “Ohh!! Ooooh! Ooohh!! Ooooohh’s!!” Spent, my dick quickly reverted to its natural flaccid state and I pulled out of her with an audible “Plop!!” I rolled out from between her legs and lay next to her. Exhausted from our hideously long day we fell asleep.

The next day we slept in, having slept the sleep of the dead, we woke up refreshed. Our plane was due to leave in a few hours so we went and had our first shower together, and we both enjoyed this new experience. It took us another hour to get ready and catch the shuttle bus to the airport. There we booked in our luggage and collected our tickets. We were informed that boarding would take place in about an Ataşehir Escort hour, so we strolled through the duty-free shops. I picked up a great camera. Maybe I could use it to take some pictures of Lily. Just the thought of Lily posing for nude pictures was turning me on. Lily saw my face flush. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Oh nothing.” I replied. Lily seemed to accept this. Finally, we heard the boarding call for our flight.

The flight from Los Angeles to Auckland, New Zealand, was going to be a long one, at least 10 hours. We had been flying for about thereof those when Lily and I asked for a blanket each, as the aircraft was quite cold. The plane was only about half full, so the seat next to us was empty, that gave Lily and I three window seats for ourselves. So we raised the armrests and cuddled up together and fell asleep, cause the movie they were playing was crap.

I had been asleep for over an hour when I felt something touch my crotch. My eyes snapped open as I had forgotten where I was. I looked around and found Lily trying to sit up straight with her legs folded up on the seat. It was her hand that I had found rubbing my dick through my shorts. So under the cover of our blankets I reciprocated by reaching down to her pussy. Luckily for me she was wearing a short loose fitting skirt and a g-string, so I actually got penetration with two of my fingers. I had been working them inside her for several minutes when she pulled my hand away.

“Meet me in the toilet in a few minutes.” Lily whispered in my ear.

I just nodded my head as Lily straitened her skirt, got up and walked to the rear of the plane where the closest toilets were situated. I waited a couple of minutes and followed her. The passengers in our area were either sound asleep or engrossed in the crap movie that was still playing to notice our movements. I saw her head poke out of the far right cubicle, the one that was most obscured by the rear bulkhead. It was a tight squeeze but we managed to get in there.

She was facing the mirror, so as she pulled up her skirt I moved her g-string aside and made way for my already erect dick. I plunged it in taking her from behind; she was already wet. But the cramped conditions did not make for effective movements, so we scrapped that position. The only position we could make work was if I put the toilet seat down and sat on it, with Lily straddling me. We tried this for a minute or two and it seemed to work well enough. So Lily began thrashing around on my shaft until we had both come to a messy and rapid climax. We cleaned up as best we could and returned to our seats. We were now part of the exclusive mile-high club, and we were proud of it.

The rest of the flight went without any dramas or lust filled episodes and we finally reached our destination. The plane unloaded and we took a taxi to our hotel, which over looked a large bay. That night we just slept, the jet lag and the lack of sleep on the flight had made us both extremely weary.

I woke early to find Lily standing on the balcony, clad in only a shirt. “Beautiful isn’t it?” she said.

“It sure is, but from where I’m standing it’s not the most beautiful thing I can see by far.” I replied hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. Lily didn’t reply but just went “Mmmm!” because I had begun to rub my dick, which was rigid from morning glory and was poking out from my boxers, along her but crack. With my dick I could feel that she was not wearing any panties under the shirt. “Yes please.” Lily stated out of the blue. Well that was all the encouragement I needed and I lifted her butt up a little and impaled her on my shaft in a single swift plunge. “Whooaa!!” she said in delight.

Lily leant forward and gripped the balcony’s railing, while I started to hammer her pussy from the rear like we had tried in the plane. I started with deep penetrating plunges and worked my way up to quick short stabs over a period of a few minutes. I was well on my way to climaxing. And all too soon I reached that point of no return. Hot come spurted into her waiting pussy. Lily seemed to have climaxed, but not fully. But she seemed content as she turned around and kissed me long and hard after I had pulled out of her. We had just turned to head back inside our room to get cleaned up when we noticed an older man sitting on his chair on the next balcony over. He has seen the whole thing. Lily and both went bright red in embarrassment. But to his credit the man just waved and gave us the thumbs up. So I waved back as I pushed Lily through the open doorway. Over the next two days we would not venture out onto that balcony again. Our embarrassment was too great.

Three nights later we were in a small B&B deep in the forests of New Zealand. It was as beautiful and picturesque as the footage seen in the Tolkien movies of a few years ago. We arrived late and missed dinner. So we went strait to bed. There we reignited the flames of passion and explored each other’s bodies to new extents.

Lily Maltepe Escort and I had found ourselves in a position where we were sitting up facing each other with our legs intertwined and with her pussy thoroughly impaled on my dick. In this position we could only achieve small hip movements, but could embrace and kiss each other fervently whilst we were doing it. It was a very sensual experience, which was soon to give way to more vigorous activities. In the previous position Lily had become extremely wet and had pleaded for something stronger. So we moved into doggy-style, we had never tried this before, so the experience was intense. I had taken her from the rear before, but not with the penetration I got doing it this way. I held onto her hip and braced them for the big plunge, but as I was about to slam my dick into her pussy I decided to do it differently. So I put the head in and pushed it in a few inches then I pulled all the way out. Then I repeated the process. Until eventually I was all the way inside her warm, moist chasm of desire.

Lily seemed to like it as she let out several purrs. It was the first time I had heard her purr like a cat. I nearly blew my load then and there. But I held it back and continued with my deep penetrating thrusts into her pussy. It was pure bliss; I could even feel my balls slapping her as I plunged my shaft in and out of her dripping pussy. After several minutes of the slow and steady pace I ramped up the speed of my thrusts and they became more urgent. I was nearing that peak right before I climax, so I reached around Lily’s waist and started to fondle her clit, while I continued to hammer her pussy. After a few moments of this we both climaxed and fell over panting. I was still inside of her when we fell asleep spooning.

The next morning we woke and had a shower together, got dressed and headed down to have a large homemade breakfast. It was a beautiful morning and the day was shaping out to be a warm one. So after breakfast we found our hostess and asked her were there any good beaches nearby.

“There are several great beaches within an hours drive of here, but after what I heard last night, the more secluded the better. So I have the perfect beach for you.” said the middle-aged woman as she pulled out a map book and showed us the destination, she even let us borrow the book, if we promised to bring it back. So we agreed to and went on our way. As we were leaving she called out to us. “Enjoy yourselves.” We smiled at each other and got into our hire car and drove to the beach.

It was over two hours away by car and then another 30 minutes by foot. But the effort was well worth it when we reached the secluded pristine beach. The beach was completely deserted, so we left our gear, except my camera and two towels. Lily and I had walked about a mile down the long beach when I stopped to take a few pictures of some exquisite rock formations off shore. I was happily snapping away at anything I felt was interesting, including Lily. She was wearing a white see through two-piece bikini. She was simply stunning and shone in the midday sun. I was contentedly snapping away at her when she suddenly took off her bra. As our honeymoon was progressing Lily was beginning to show her adventurous side more often.

I was more than happy to oblige her by taking some stunning shots of her topless standing against some large pieces of driftwood, with the sun highlighting her little pink nipples. I was on my way to becoming quite hard when Lily dropped her bikini bottoms to the sand and stood their in all her glory. She did not hang around long enough for me to get too many pictures of her this way, as she ran and dove into the crashing breakers. I put my camera back into its case. And dropped my board shorts onto the sand beside her bikini and followed her into the sea.

When I reached her she was standing on a large sand bar about chest deep in the water. I immediately pulled her over to me and kissed her. Our lips parted and our tongues thrashed around in each other’s mouths. I reached down with both of my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up to my waist. She wrapped her legs around my waist for support and balance. We continued our kissing as I lowered her onto my erect pole. As the waves crashed down on us we made sweet love to each other. The noise of our lovemaking and mutual climaxes was lost in the roar of the sea ringing in our ears.

Lily and I eventually made it back to where we had left the rest of our gear where we swam around naked and ate the packed lunch provided to us by our gracious hostess. We made love on the beach before heading back to the B&B.

That night was our last night in New Zealand and our honeymoon so we made the most of it. After a small dinner Lily and I retired to our room and I had already made her climax by licking our her sweet juicy pussy and I now found myself staring at her breasts as they bounced up and down on her chest as she rode my dick with wild abandonment. Never one to miss a golden opportunity I reached up and took her breasts in my hands, caressing and fondling them until we both reached a screaming moaning climax together. Our love juices flowed freely from our bodies as we continued to pound our hips together well past our climaxes.

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Sheila smiled inwardly. She was smiling because unknown to Sham, he had called on her at the quietest time in her house. It had meant things in the past – a male interlude at the quiet time. But that was a different world.

She had been pleasuring herself on her private garden on the rooftop. Unknown to her, a nineteen year old in the neighbourhood had spotted and watched in fascination as she used the water hose and her hands to caress herself.

Mad with lust at that sight, Sham had gone to his room and masturbated furiously. Unsatiated even though he had cum, he quickly made a plan to acquaint himself with the lady he had spotted. And here he was at her doorstep.

“Yes?” she asked looking at young man and taking quick note of his sturdy physique. She vaguely remembered having seen him in the neighbourhood. But suddenly, the seductress of some experience knew that she was looking at something different. No matter what his reply might be, she instantly knew that there was something else on here. It seemed to her like lust, but she could not be sure. Was it her lack of undergarments? She quickly glanced down at her breasts to see if her nipples were well and truly tamed. Nothing seemed obvious and the intricate black pattern on the white background should be good at hiding any folds or creases.

She looked back up at the young man at her doorstep.

“Aunty,” he blurted, “I also want to start a nice garden like you have on your roof. Can you give me some advice?”

“Where do you live and what makes you think I can help?” she asked.

“We live just in the next street and I have seen the plants around your house. My mother said to ask you how to go about it,” he said, trying to hide his nervousness. Beads of sweat had broken out on his upper lip.

She noticed it. It could have been nervousness but she now remembered this boy cycling around the block on his sports bike; it could also be physical exertion. The idea of a young male in physical exertion caused her body to twitch.

“Your mother? What’s her name?” she asked, now seriously thinking of undergarments, as her nipples showed signs of springing to life.

“Mrs. Sundar, aunty,” he replied breathlessly, wondering whether this aunty was going to check with his mom. “We live in C -104,” he added, to reassure that he was really from around here.

“Come in,” said Sheila. She was going to have to make him sit down and wait while she changed into proper clothes. Her body was not in control despite the wonderful release she had just a little while ago. And this was a small community and neighbourhood. She would just have to keep herself in check.

Sham sat on the sofa and watched as the aunty moved up stairs. His eyes were on her ass which swayed bewitchingly as Sheila moved upstairs. When she came down she was wearing a saree and it was tied under her navel, which is how she always tied it. The boy watched the flesh of her stomach and his eyes roamed up to her breasts. He tried to think of how she had looked massaging her own breasts. Her lips looked so luscious, even though her mouth was so wide, it stopped short being a bit too wide.

“Come,” she called him, startling him out of his reverie.

“Huh!” he replied dumbly, eyes fixated on her breasts.

“You wanted to see my garden,” she said, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she noted where his eyes were. She did not bother to pull the saree top to cover her breasts from his gaze as most Indian women are wont to do. She had, since the beginning of her womanhood, enjoyed it when a man gazed at her appreciatively, and she was not about to change now.

“Yes aunty,” he gushed, completely captivated by those lustrous eyes. She was a goddess!

“Come,” she beckoned, walking ahead of him to the second floor. She entered her living area on that floor, which included her bed. The young man hesitated.

“Just come,” she urged him. “There is only one way to access the terrace,” she told him. Sham followed, his eyes drifting to the saree which Sheila had now kicked aside into a heap. “That was the one she was wearing!” he thought dizzily. Sheila noticed him looking at the heap of clothes and instantly thought it was her bra which had caught his attention. “Typical young male!” she thought to herself.

“See, this is my little garden,” she invited him, walking over the patch where she lain supine just a while ago, in a post-orgasmic trance. Then the thought struck her. “How could you know this garden existed?” she asked turning suddenly. Sham had been following her and when she turned suddenly abruptly found himself face to face, very close, to this woman.

“I live there,” he pointed to towards the tank of his house which he could now see. It seemed remarkably close from here and he thought himself lucky at not being found out.

“Where?” asked Sheila, peering.

“That one, the pale blue tank,” replied Sham, not realising that he was giving away his activities of the past hour or so.

Realisation dawned on Sheila. From that tank if he could see her garden he must have also seen her. She Anadolu Yakası Escort smiled to herself. She turned back to Sham and asked, “Is that all you saw?”

Sham turned a deep shade of beet red. He felt his ears burning. “Yes aunty,” he lied, completely unconvincing, his head down.

She lifted his chin and said, “Look at me when I am talking to you,” her eyes dancing once again, amused at his embarrassment. She knew in one instant that he seen a lot more of her than she had intended. She was glad she dressed completely before bringing him up. She reflected on that moment when she had hefted her breasts into the bra cups, lightly stroking her nipples as she had done so. Right now, wearing a caftan, her nipples would have jutted out like beacons to his attention. “Yes aunty,” murmured Sham, the complete picture of obedience now.

“It is not about gardening, is it?” she asked. Her eyes wandered on his broad chest as she imagined her long fingernails dragging on his virgin flesh.

“It is,” he replied in a choked voice.

“Come in,” said Sheila, not one bit fooled. She was not going to waste her time explaining plants and shrubs when all his young hormones were interested in was her body. Never one to look down upon lust as a feeling, Sheila accepted that if this boy had seen her in that state, unbridled lust was a natural outcome. And she had never been apologetic about lust, either her’s or that of her lover of the moment.

A low, steady fire lit up in her inside as she felt the attentions of a young man after a long, long time. For a woman who whetted her sexual appetite fully, every day of the year for over twenty years now, two years in the new format qualified as terribly long.

The reason for the long gap was the need for absolute discretion. She was a little unsure on how that could be achieved with this young man now in her bedroom. But she found herself thinking of the need for a solution. It was a first for her after she had moved into this new lifestyle. She had sworn to avoid exposing her children to any of this. Now she found herself working out methods to have her way and preserve discretion.

She noted the large bulge in his jeans and felt the thrill of discovery and conquest anew. It was a process she had been through quite a few times before and she knew the satisfaction it brought. The fire in her loins was now a raging blaze.

“Let’s sit here and talk,” she said in a relaxed, unhurried voice. It came to her instinctively. No matter how volatile she was on the inside it never intruded on her social skills. At many parties on many nights she had gone through the entire motions of playing hostess perfectly, even as her panties had become a wet, soppy mess thinking of a rendezvous in the offing.

She sat him on a divan along one wall as she sank into her favourite beanbag. She thought of other times when she had sat in exactly this spot but with legs spread apart – one on this table here and the other there on that bed. She knew she could not do that with this guy; too young, too inexperienced, it would probably startle him.

Instead, she just clasped her hands behind her head and looked at him. The pose lifted her breasts and held them up high at him, leaving her body open and vulnerable to his all-consuming gaze. He gulped, his throat completely dry. He saw the saree bunched and run along her cleavage while on either side the cloth proved inadequate to cover her breasts. Half of each breast, large mounds, was open to his gaze and what lay beneath the cloth in the centre heaved with her every breath. Her knees were akimbo and her legs were spread apart. But because a saree is wound around the body and the hem is low at the ankle, nothing was exposed to Sham.

But she felt open and she liked it that way.

“So, what did you see?” she asked him.

“The garden,” he insisted.

“And me in that garden?” she asked.

Sham felt his face suffused with heat and pent up emotion. He could not talk.

“What is your name?” she asked, feeling a bit sorry for him. Poor chap was feeling terrible only because social mores held that such feelings of lust were inappropriate. “Rubbish,” she thought to herself for the millionth time in her life. This was nature at work.

“Sham,” he whispered.

“So, Sham. Did you see me in my garden?” she persisted.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Was that just now? A little while ago?” she asked. He again nodded in the affirmative. That established the facts. Without him having to spell it out, she knew that he had seen her pleasuring herself with the hose and her hand.

“So what brought you here? What did you come here for?” she asked moving to the next step of laying out the situation.

“To see you,” he blurted out.

Sheila relaxed completely now. She had made him open up adequately and from here she knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Does anyone know that you have come here to see me?” she asked. He shook his head to indicate ‘no’.

“Your mother?” she ventured. Again no.

“And will anyone come to know?” Kadıköy Escort she asked, indirectly seeking assurance. He stared at her not knowing the import of this question.

“Sham,” she said softly, “You can see me and talk to me and be here, so long as no one knows and no one comes to know.”

“Surely, aunty” blurted out Sham, his volume rising as he felt a burden lift from his shoulder.

“Promise?” she pushed him. “Because if you promise me that, I can be free with you.”

What did that mean? His ears buzzed as he felt blood rushing in him. “Promise aunty!” he exclaimed.

“Good. What did you want to see me about?” asked Sheila stretching her legs out and bringing her toes tantalizingly close to his legs. He simply gawked back at her.

“Or was it that you wanted to see me? About nothing. Just see me?” she said mischievously, laughter in her voice.

Silence. Awkward silence from him. For her it was a silence loaded with possibility. Sheila seized the moment.

She wiggled her bottom out of the beanbag and got onto her knees. She was now in front of him as he sat on the divan and she was kneeling in front. As he looked down on her, the saree was an irritating obstruction, obscuring her cleavage and bulging breasts from his view. In front of her face was the dangerously large bulge in his jeans.

Sheila felt her throat dry even as the channel between her legs turned slick. She had been without this too long and now she was nearing the point of no return. A little more, and all her resolve of the last few years was about to go up in the smoke of her pent up lust. It was just that first move, for both him and for her. For her, it was to know that she could control this situation while indulging herself. And from him she knew she could not expect control. He would be quick at first and that would hardly meet her needs. But she had all the time. If it worked, she could have him again and that second, third and later rounds would probably do the trick.

Between the two of them, she knew that it was up to her. The boy had walked up to her house; an act of courage in itself. It was time for to reward his courage. “And perhaps reward my own self-control,” she thought as she moved on her knees to between his legs.

She held his face in her hands. “You can see as much of me as you want. But no one must know anything of it. Understood?” she murmured, her voice at its seductive best as she looked deep into his eyes. His face was burning in her hands and his erection was impossibly painful.

He nodded. Her hand moved to his shoulders and she quietly appreciated the strong, young man.

“What do you want to see?” she asked. He said nothing, but his eyes gave it away as he glanced down at her breasts.

She slowly slid the saree top off her shoulder and it dropped down. Her blouse was now exposed to his eyes. Her breasts felt as hopelessly constricted in the bra she had so carefully worn. They seemed to have swollen under his gaze and she was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with the tightness in her chest and uncomfortable that they were restrained.

“Is that enough?” she asked impishly, her fingers toying with the top hook. She undid the first and the breasts bulged out, pushing apart the blouse. Sheila ran her fingers on her own flesh, lightly touching herself but for his benefit. Sham’s eyes bulged out as he drank in the intoxicating sight at such close quarters. “Your first time, isn’t it?” she whispered. He nodded.

“I am talking about seeing a woman’s breasts,” she said softly, teasing him in her usual understated manner. The second hook snapped open and more of the breasts pushed out, releasing the pressure in her chest. The remaining two hooks would bring her no relief, and opening them would bring him more tension as the objects of his desire came out into the open.

Sheila unhooked her front-opening bra now, letting both blouse and bra hang open and loose. Large, dusky brown breasts tumbled out and stood, holding their own. Her nipples partly obscured, were longish thumbs of flesh, quivering and erect. Sheila looked at his intense concentration. She took his hands in her own hands and brought them to her breasts. He tried to grab at her but she asked him to leave his hands and fingers in her control.

“Let me teach you how,” she murmured. “There is no hurry and you will have as much of this as you want today,” she assured him, hoping to control his haste. Sham was wild with desire and bending his elbow pressed his penis downward from some immediate relief. She noticed and smiled.

She pulled his hands to her breasts and taught him to lift the volume of flesh ever so gently. His fingers were snared in her fingers. She weighed herself, feeling the volume and letting him feel her at the same time. Fingers found his fingers and brought them to pull at her nipples. Sheila stared down as she manipulated her own breasts, using his fingers as probes. Her mouth was hanging open as her own desires built up. She was terribly unsure if she could continue to be measured and methodical in tutoring Ataşehir Escort him. Her own needs seemed to have soared to uncontrollable heights.

Sham was fascinated by how they felt; full and delectable. His fingers moved on the nipples in the gentle manner she had initiated. He wanted to hold them more closely when she whispered to him to once again let go.

He let his fingers go limp and she dragged them back and forth on her breasts luxuriating in the touch of a man’s hands at long last. She shuddered as tremors of pleasure commenced. Sheila now let him play on her breasts for himself and turned her attention to him. He was wearing only a light cotton shirt and her hands roamed the broad chest. Quickly her fingers noticed the nipples, small stubs and few wisps of hair. Her hands trembled as she undid the first two buttons and she cried out a small cry as Sham pinched her nipple.

“Sorry, aunty” apologised Sham. She shook her head, unable to speak from her arousal. She pulled at his shirt, buttons popping in the process. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, smooth with just a few wisps of hair on it. It felt and good, his body. And Sham felt those incredible breasts cushiony on his torso as she clung to him.

He kissed the top of her head as she nibbled at his nipples. She kissed him several times on his chest from one nipple to another and then back and everything in between, asking, “Do you want to see more of aunty?” Each word was punctuated with a sucking kiss on his chest.

He clung to her, his hands roaming her back, encouraging her to continue kissing him. Roughly, all at once, he sought to push her head lower, to kiss him on the torso, maybe lower. She obliged, making him wet with her kisses and filling the room with sucking and slurping noises as she kissed him everywhere.

Sham thrust his hips upward and his head back hoping she would touch his penis and give it some relief from its tortured imprisonment. Sheila looked up at the body flung back. She placed her palm on the middle of his chest and gently pushed him down, flat on his back on the divan. She unbuttoned the jeans and Sham hastily raised his hips to help her pull it off. She pulled both jeans and jocks in one motion, the specimen of manhood springing to attention.

Sheila’s eyes focused on it. Sham was looking down at himself and at the woman hovering between his legs. She looked beyond the throbbing, waving monster and their eyes met. Sheila’s mouth was hanging open. She touched him lightly with her fingernails, long and well manicured. The penis leapt in acknowledgement. She grabbed at the flailing member and brought her lips to kiss at it. She smelt the stale odour of his dried semen.

“You just masturbated, didn’t you?” she asked matter-of-factly. He nodded dumbly, wondering if this signalled the end. She must feel insulted or upset he thought.

“You imagined you were fucking me?” she asked, her mouth still hovering around the jerking flesh, stealing kisses at it. It was not a pleasant odour but then Sheila knew more about how nothing mattered in moments of lust. She looked up at the boy for an answer.

“No,” he replied weakly.

“Then? Then what were you thinking of?” she asked.

“I replayed how you looked when you were playing with the hose,” he confessed.

Sheila looked at him, taking her eyes off his penis. Now he was opening up to her on how he had seen her. She knew that in a while, this shy, inhibited, young man could well be calling her names and doing things to her that defied description in acceptable language. Sex, the great leveller. Once unleashed nothing was taboo.

Making on ‘O’ of her wide lips, Sheila sucked in just the top, the head of his penis and like a lick of an ice-cream scoop proceeded to take a dollop of his precum. She moved up, dragging her lips on his groin, smearing the fluid she had on her lips on his body. She knew it to be a necessary sexual act that a male would love but she often found semen to be brackish or overly salty or pungent. The man’s reaction was worth the effort but not for the taste.

She wiggled her way up and now sat astride him, his penis just ahead of her pussy.

“I am flattered you could not control yourself thinking of me,” she said, looking down at him as his eyes darted from her face to her breasts and back. And forth. Again and again. She was looking resplendent and her mouth was wet. She had a large vermilion red dot on her forehead. Her hair was around her face, long, messed up and making her look ravishing. Her blouse and bra hung open and there were those breasts he wanted to feed on.

As she wiggled forward they jiggled and bounced. He really wanted to touch and feel them. Suck and bite on them. But also her lips. Her cheeks.

But she was the one in charge and that is how Sheila liked it. She unwound the saree from around her hips and discarded it. She undid the cord of her petticoat, her eyes all the time on the boy lying under her. He was clutching the sheets in his fist. She was doing everything and he seemed closer and closer to his goal of experiencing a woman fully. He wanted to make no mistake in his moves. It was only when she reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts that he kneaded them. He was gentle and squeezed them like he was milking them as he had taught her before.

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John was my Father’s best friend, but if Dad knew what was happening he would have killed first John, then probably me. But I couldn’t help it; I knew it was wrong, and truth be told, that was part of the appeal. But John had me mesmerised. And that big, thick cock…mmm. I was nineteen, and he was…well, much older.

Our first kiss was on his doorstep, and it was electric. He was passionate and his kiss lingered warm, rocking me to my core,. John worked out and when he wrapped those big arms around me and lifted me slightly off the ground I could feel his solid muscles through his shirt. This was a man; I had I only ever been with boys, and I was smitten. I was also suddenly wet, and rabidly horny.

We continued to kiss all the way inside before tumbling down onto his bed. He was on top of me, his full weight positioned between my legs, moving back and forward, and I was consumed by lust. I took his head in my hands and guided his mouth towards my breasts, yanking down my top at the same time to reveal my hard nipples. I loved having my boobs sucked hard, loved having my nipples nibbled and lightly bitten, loved the feeling of calloused hands gripping them and squeezing them. Hard. Harder.

I pushed him up and took my top completely off, laying my pert breasts bare for his admiring stare. Then I kicked off my shoes, and unbuttoned my pants, slowly pulling them down to leave Maltepe Escort nothing but a thin pair of panties to cover my modesty. Then…fuck the tease, they were off as well. This guy wanted me so badly, he wanted to devour me, I could see it in his eyes, why put up any barriers. I wanted to let him loose.

I laid back on his bed, totally naked, and spread my legs for him. I touched myself lightly, one hand stroking my nipples while my other worked its way down to massage my clit. John was still standing there, a little smile on his face. The fact he was taking his time was driving me even wilder.

“John, get your mouth on me now!” I finally demanded.

In he came, burying his face between my legs, the oral pressure on my pussy was just insane. His tongue lapped at my clit and then buried itself inside of me, working its way around, thumping my G-spot in ways I thought impossible. He was a hungry man, and my previously under-appreciated pussy was on his menu. For twenty five minutes he stayed there, giving me the hottest head humanely possible. I stopped counting my orgasms after the third one, and instead just bucked and groaned like I was in one continuous state of cumming.

When he stood up I was exhausted, but I was also keen for what needed to inevitably come next. I had felt the bulge in his pants when he was laying on top of me, but I had no idea what Anadolu Yakası Escort was creating it. John took of his top revealing a hard man’s body crafted by a lifetime of experience. His chest was large and full, and his arms were thick with strong veins running through them. The slight bulge around his middle was irrelevent and just provided evidence of a life well led. But when he dropped his pants…

His cock was fucking huge, not just in length but in girth as well. It was the most beautiful, hypnotic thing I had ever seen. It was as thick as my wrist! I was overcome by cocklust and sat up on the edge on the bed and took it down my throat as far as I could til I could barely breath. In and out, tongue tickling the tip, my hand squeezing his balls, and I was completely in love with this cock. I took it out of my mouth to examine it, stroke it across my cheeks, kiss the entire length up and down and then lifted it up to take his balls in my mouth, sucking constantly. I felt my jaw lock a few times through the effort but I didn’t care.

But I needed to fuck this monster. If I could, and I wasn’t sure I could, but I knew I wanted to try. It was so much bigger than any other cock I had ever had. I laid back once again and opened my legs, wiggling a finger to invite him down and in. He put the tip at my entrance and slowly pushed forward…ahh! It was agony Ümraniye Escort for a few seconds, but then the pleasure started, that feeling of being completely filled and the friction was scintillating.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and started to fuck me, hard, increasing his pace in synch with my moans, staring me straight in the eye. I urged him on as I came once again, convulsions rushing through my body, a blood curdling “yessss!” rushing from my lips.

He then took one leg and flipped it across my body, the momentum twisting me so that suddenly I was on my side, and then flat on my face, his cock never leaving me as I bit into the bed sheets to stop myself swearing and hollaring from the pleasure I was experiencing. John’s full weight was on top of me, his cock feeling so deep inside of me, I felt like I was going to pass out from the wanton excitement. Sweat poured from my forehead and electricity was shooting from my pussy all through my body.

Suddenly I felt John thrust extra hard, and then the warm tickle from deep in my pussy as his cum exploded from the tip of that massive cock against my innermost walls. He collapsed on top of me, and I was hooked on older guys and big cocks from that moment.

I would tell my girlfriends later on the joys of being with a much older man. It was something I would recommend they all try, not just for the benefits of their greater experience or the different feels of their bodies, but because their pleasure is your pleasure. They want to deliver as much ecstasy to you as they can, and consider it even more of a priority then their own orgasm. It was fantastic, and I was an instant addict.

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Nina and I had been best friends since we were five. We did everything together. I was part of her family and she was part of my family. So it was only natural that in the summer after we graduated from high school I’d go on vacation with her and her parents. Nina’s two older sisters, Nelly and Nora, weren’t coming with us because they were both engaged now and went on vacation with their fiancés.

Nina’s parents were driving us up to the cabin in the mountains that they shared with Mr Peterson’s sisters and brother and Nina and I were having a great time in the backseat. Nina was whispering to me that she and Shane Allen had finally gone all the way the previous night. I wasn’t very surprised, but still slightly shocked. I didn’t really like any of the guys we hung out with and I was hoping that when I started my new job at the end of the summer I’d meet more mature guys that I could hopefully lose my virginity to.

I could see Mr Peterson’s eyes on us in the rear-view mirror. He must know what we were talking about and I blushed, even though I wasn’t the one who’d done it. It was great to be back at the cabin. I’d been there many times with the Petersons and it was like a second home to me. Since Nelly and Nora weren’t there Nina and I got the luxury of a bedroom each. The bedrooms were very nice for one person, but incredibly cramped for two as there was only one bed in each room. The bed was bigger than a single bed, but smaller than a double bed and we’d always fidgeted a lot trying to get to sleep when we were younger. Of course, since we weren’t sharing a bed anymore, there’d be no more of the fingering games Nina and I had played in the past.

The first couple of days were great. We hiked a lot each day, swam in the cold stream and cooked our food over the camp fire. I was starting to notice Mr Peterson a lot more. He had a great body for a guy who was almost 50, not very hairy, but very tanned. Seeing him in his speedos also made me suspect that he had quite a lot to offer a horny girl He was looking at me a lot more as well and I loved to show myself off in my two piece bathing suit in front of him. I’m 5’7 and of normal build. My tits are a C cup and very firm, especially when I’d been swimming in the stream. My hair and my eyes are dark and I shave my entire body. Mr Peterson seemed to appreciate looking at me and since his glances made me feel really good I made sure I walked past him a lot and sat up close to him when he talked with me. A couple of times his hand brushed past my nipples and sent fire to the pit of my stomach. I was starting to feel jealous of Nina for having had sex, but I knew that I didn’t want Shane Allen. I wanted Mr Peterson. Unfortunately I couldn’t have him so I spent a couple of frustrated nights in my bedroom, satisfying myself with my fingers.

When we’d been at the cabin for a week we decided to hike on a new trail. We were almost back at the cabin when we hit a small chasm with a log across it. Mr Peterson helped me across and then Mrs Peterson and Nina were crossing. All of a sudden Mrs Peterson lost her footing and she and Nina fell down the steep hill into the little stream at the bottom of the chasm. We quickly established that they were conscious but that they’d both broken legs and arms. Mr Peterson sent me to call for rescue.

Mr Peterson and I followed the ambulance with Mrs Peterson and Nina to the hospital. When the doctor had looked at them he said that they had concussions and broken limbs, so they had to stay in hospital for 1-2 weeks, but it was nothing serious. Mr Peterson and I got into the car in silence and headed back to the cabin.

“It looks like Ataşehir Escort it’s just gonna be you and me for the rest of the stay here, Annette,” Mr Peterson said. “Is that OK with you or do you want me to call your parents to come and pick you up?”

“That’s great by me,” I said and tried not to sound too happy. I was upset about the accident but I couldn’t believe my luck. I was going to have Mr Peterson to myself for a whole week. Hopefully he felt the way I did.

We stopped at the Chinese restaurant to get some food to take back up on the mountain. When we got there it had started raining and my t-shirt got soaked in the short run to the cabin. We sat down and started eating our food and I could tell that Mr Peterson’s eyes were glued to my wet t-shirt. I smiled at him and he seemed to come back from wherever his mind was.

“Your clothes are wet, Annette,” he said. “I think you’d better get out of them so you don’t catch pneumonia.”

“OK, Mr Peterson,” I said and stood up in front of him, pulling off my t-shirt and my shorts and then I felt my bra and panties. They were slightly damp as well so I pulled them off before I sat down next to Mr Peterson again. The night air was stiffening my dark nipples, making them stand out like arrows. Mr Peterson couldn’t stop looking at me.

“Annette, you’re naked,” he stammered.

“I know, don’t you like what you see?” I replied teasingly.

“Of course I like what I see,” he said. “But I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Yes, you’re no inexperienced little prick like Shane Allen that Nina’s been fucking.”

“Nina’s fucked that boy?”

“Yes.”

“But have you fucked anybody yet?”

“No.”

Mr Peterson smiled at me and reached out to cup one of my tits. He bent forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting it slightly as more of my tit was buried in his mouth. He sucked like that for a while until I started squirming.

“What’s wrong Annette? Did you not like it?”

“Yes, I loved it. It’s just that I was getting so wet I was afraid of staining this sofa.”

Mr Peterson laughed and picked me up in his arms, carrying me into my room. He then went away and came back stark naked with a towel on his arm. He spread the towel across the sheet and then lay down next to me and started kissing me. I’d been French kissed before, but never like this. Mr Peterson’s mouth was not just exploring, it was demanding, and all the time he was pressing his enormous cock between us. He rolled around and let me rest on top of him as he caressed my tits and continued kissing me. He then rolled me onto my back and got between my legs.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked before?” he asked me.

“No, Nina and I have only played with fingers,” I replied truthfully.

Mr Peterson groaned at the image of me and his daughter, naked and finger fucking each other. He bent over and licked along my slit. His bearded face tickled my thighs and I felt my juices starting to spill over and run down to my ass crack. Mr Peterson licked it all up and smiled up at me. He then parted my lips with his tongue and tickled my clit. He had to grab hold of my hips to stop me from squirming with pleasure.

His tongue then dove inside my cunt. With a quick action he fucked me with his tongue and my pussy juices were soaking his beard. He bit my clit lightly, licked me again and tongue fucked me again. I finally cried out loud and I had my life’s first real orgasm, squirting my juices over Mr Peterson’s face. He held me in place until I’d calmed down and then he got up next to me again and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his Kadıköy Escort lips and his tongue and I loved the feeling of it.

Once again his hands were cupping my tits and stroking my nipples.

“Annette?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes, Mr Peterson,” I replied.

“Call me Chuck, please,” he laughed and bit my nipple slightly.

“OK, Chuck,” I said and felt very grown up all of a sudden.

“Well, it’s common practice to reciprocate oral sex.”

I looked at him quizzically.

“So since I ate your lovely young pussy, would you mind giving me a blow job?” he continued.

“I’ve never done it before so you have to tell me what to do,” I said and slowly moved down to where his massive cock was standing proud, its head shiny with precum.

“Just go with your instinct baby,” he said and put his arms behind his head so that he could get a better view of me sucking his cock.

I was wondering how I’d ever fit that thing inside my mouth. It had to be close to 10 inches and absolutely massive in girth. I didn’t even think it’d fit inside my cunt cause I rarely got two fingers in and this was a whole lot more than two fingers. I tentatively licked the shiny head of Chuck’s cock and heard him take a sharp breath as my tongue met his meat. That made me feel more confident and I licked the length of his shaft. My tongue travelled up and down and Chuck was moaning softly.

“Put it in your mouth baby,” he urged me.

I wrapped my lips around the massive head and Chuck groaned. I let my lips travel down a bit further until he filled my mouth. Then I figured that what would be best was for me to start sucking it in and out, which I did and I could hear on Chuck’s moans that he was liking this. My tongue kept rubbing against his shaft as I sucked him in and out of my mouth.

“My balls baby,” Chuck moaned.

I let go of his cock with my mouth, but kept a hand on it, masturbating him and moved down to lick his balls. First the one, then the second and then I grew confident and sucked one inside my mouth. I knew immediately that I was doing it right because Chuck groaned louder. I moved my mouth back to his cock and continued sucking for a while. I was feeling horny again. I couldn’t believe I was here, in the cabin, sucking this man’s cock. All my fantasies of the previous week had come true. My pussy juices were slowly starting to run down the insides of my thighs and I think Chuck must have noticed because he pulled my head off his cock and pulled me up and kissed me hungrily.

“Oh Annette, you’re such a good little cocksucker,” he said and sucked on my nipple. “But if I didn’t stop you there I’d cum in your mouth and I have somewhere else in mind for that.”

I smiled at him and kissed him. “Oh yes please Chuck, let me have it.”

“Are you sure baby?” he asked and gently massaged my clit. “It’s going to hurt you.”

“I’m sure Chuck, please fuck me. I want you to be my first.”

“OK Annette, I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”

He moved me to the centre of the bed, taking care to make sure the towel was placed safely underneath me. He then parted my legs and placed his knees between mine. He ran his cock up and down my slit a couple of times, coating it with my pussy juices. He sucked on my tits for a while longer, teasing more pussy juice out of me. Then he gently manoeuvred his cock between my lips. I moaned as I felt his cock head inside me. It was so big, but so nice. I quickly adjusted to the size as he leant over and kissed me.

He eased himself inside a bit further until he came to a stop. I was struggling to adjust to his size, but Ümraniye Escort it wasn’t painful, I was getting hornier all the time. He kissed me again and caressed my tits.

“OK baby, this is it,” he whispered and pulled out slightly before he thrust forward and broke my hymen. I cried out in pain but it soon went away as he filled me so completely and kissed away my tears. Instinct took over in me and I wrapped my legs around him.

He started pulling out and pushing back in again. “Oh baby, you’re so lovely and tight. I’ve been waiting to take your cunt for so long, I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to fuck you.”

He was slamming harder inside me now. In and out, in and out at a remarkable speed. Each time he slammed inside me he got deeper. This was so good. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me. When Nina told me about fucking Shane Allen she said it was short, painful and messy. This was nothing of the sort. Sure it was a bit messy, the deliciously squishy sounds bore evidence of that, but the pain disappeared as soon as Chuck had taken my cherry and it was anything but short. His long strokes made me moan with pleasure. Every time he pushed inside me my clit was stimulated. I thought this fucking was going to go on forever. I wanted it to go on forever. The pleasure of having this massive cock sliding in and out of my tight wet space like that was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“Oh Annette, this is so good,” Chuck moaned and started sucking on my tits and biting my nipples.

“Oh Chuck,” I moaned back. “Fuck me more, this is so great.”

He grinned up at me and pulled out. For a moment I thought I’d done something wrong, but he just moved me around and got me on my hands and knees. I’d heard about that. He was going to do me doggie style. Sure enough, the minute I was turned around he slammed his cock back inside my hungry cunt. He got even deeper now and he was going hard and fast.

My tits were bouncing back and forth as he fucked me from behind, each time slamming inside me, bouncing his balls against my clit. He grabbed around me and got hold of one of my tits, squeezing it hard. His other hand found my clit and started massaging it. I couldn’t believe how good this was. Why had I waited so long if this was what being fucked was going to be like.

“Oooooooooooh Chuck,” I moaned out loud as I felt myself lose control. My body started shaking and my pussy started cramping hard around his cock. I cried out loud as I orgasmed in wave upon wave. It didn’t take long for Chuck to cum. I was still convulsing when he slammed deep inside of me and with a loud roar he shot his entire load straight up my cunt. He seemed to be shooting gallons inside me and I loved every second of it.

We collapsed back on the bed. I could see on the towel that I’d bled a little, but all that was leaking out from my pussy now were my juices mixed with Chuck’s cum. He placed a finger at my opening and scooped some up and licked his finger. He then repeated it and let me taste. I’d tasted my own juices before but them on their own was nothing compared with them mixed with cum.

“Oh baby,” Chuck whispered in my ear. “I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I didn’t remember how tight young girls were.”

“I never knew I could fit such a big cock inside my cunt,” I smiled back. “But now that I have, I never want anything else.”

Chuck laughed. “Well, we’ve got at least another week to fuck in every position known to man, and maybe some more.”

“I look forward to that,” I kissed him. “But what happens then?”

“Then we’ll figure out another way of meeting. There’s no way I’m going to let my little fuck toy go now that I’ve just taken you.”

As things turned out, we had three divine weeks of fucking before Mrs Peterson and Nina were released from hospital. By that time we knew that I was pregnant. But that’s a different story.

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It appears from reading stories on Literotica that many men share the same kink as my husband.

Namely, they get a real kick out of hearing about their wives and girlfriends sexual exploits either before they had met, or with a lover when the partner was not present.

Now, I suspect that many females have a curiosity about their partner’s sexual history, but in some men it could almost be described as an obsession.

So let me tell you a tale that my husband enjoyed hearing. The first part ends before I was penetrated and for years I told my husband that the encounter ended there. But a few years later I told him the second part of the story which describes how I actually did lose my virginity that night.

Only one version is true. Which do you think it is?

I suppose you could call me a late developer. I managed to reach the age of 18 without having had a cock in me. Most, if not all, of my girlfriends had done the deed, but somehow I’d never felt the urge with any of the males in our group of friends to go all the way. Obviously I had participated in a few fumbles with boys, but that was as far as it went.

I’m going back nearly 35 years to when one of my friends was able to have a house party as her parents were away for the weekend.

I knew most of the people who were going to the party so am looking forwards to a fun night. I dressed in a red mini skirt with tights (pantyhose) underneath, white sexy knickers under the tights. I put on my best white lace bra and selected a lacy white top. Red shoes completed the outfit. Looking in the mirror I considered that I looked very presentable for a night of drinking and laughs with friends. The thought of getting shagged that night never entered my mind.

Gathering up my coat and a bottle of vodka I left my parents house and walked down the road to the house which was hosting the party.

Going into the house the first person I see is my friend Lynn, it’s her parents who own the house “Hi Lynn,” I said in a loud voice, because of the music, “Is everyone here?”

“Just about, only a couple of no shows and a few will be here after the pub shuts,” Lynn replied.

“OK, I’ll get started with the vodka, guess the mixers are in the kitchen?”

As usual at parties there was a bunch of people in the kitchen so greetings were exchanged when I entered. “Who has the orange juice?” I shouted.

“Over here,” came the voice of a lad standing in the corner with a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale in his hand, Tatty Tate (yes we were original with nicknames). I’d known him for ages, all hanging round with the same people.

I manoeuvred my way to get beside him. “How you doing Tatty? Pass a glass for the vodka please.”

“Here’s the orange juice Shel, tell me how much you want,” said Tatty.

“Not too much to start with please, I feel like getting a little drunk tonight.” I replied.

So having had a bit of chat with Tatty and with a second large vodka and orange in my hand I make my way back to the living room to find a few of my female friends gossiping so of course I join in. Naturally, the main subject is boys and who is doing what with whom.

“Yeah, seems Jane and Tatty broke up last week,” says Lynn.

“That’s strange,” I say, “I’ve just been talking to Tatty in the kitchen and he never mentioned it.”

“You’ll have to watch yourself tonight Shel, there’s not many single girls at this party and you know Tatty likes female company,” Lynn comments with a wink to the other girls. “Jane did say he could push all the correct buttons and in the right order!”

“Well Jane has the experience to know, I guess.” Was the only reply I could think of. However, something inside me was thinking that Tatty was not too bad looking, was a decent, sensible lad and maybe? Wow, where did that thought come from? Me or the vodka?

Just then one of my favourite songs started playing, so putting down the now half empty glass I told the girls it was time to dance!

A few songs later I’m looking round trying to find my drink, but it looks like someone else must have taking a liking to it and finished it. Ah well, back to the kitchen for another refill then.

Still in the same corner in the kitchen is Tatty nursing what appears to be the same bottle of Brown Ale. I go over in his direction to fix another drink for myself. “Sorry to hear about you and Jane breaking up.”

“One of those things, at 18 I’m not looking for a long term romance,” he replies. “It was fun while it lasted, but how about you, are you seeing anyone Shel?”

“No, mostly out in Newcastle with Janice and Anna on Saturday nights, having a laugh round the pubs, you know.”

Looking right behind Tatty I see my vodka bottle lodged right in the corner of the work top. “Shift out a bit so I can reach the bottle please.”

He moves to one side then as I stretch over for the bottle he somehow gets right behind me and is pressing himself against me, hands round my waist and pulling me backwards into him. It’s the sort of thing Anadolu Yakası Escort which the lads would do with the girls in the group with no ulterior motive.

The cuddle is not unpleasant but my skirt has ridden up and I can feel his hard cock pushing into my bum. Giving him a wiggle of my bum to show that I appreciate the compliment I turn around so that we are face to face.

It was inevitable that we would kiss, he leaned into me and a passionate snog was soon happening. His hand is up the back of my skirt rubbing all over my bum and trying to pull down my tights at the back for easier access.

Breaking off the kiss, I told him to slow down, too many people around. The kitchen was a getting a bit too full for any privacy.

“Let’s move out into the hallway” I say to Tatty.

Taking our drinks we pushed past the crowd in the kitchen and into the less crowded hallway. Within a minute we had resumed the kissing, tongues pushing against each other. Tatty seemed to have given up on my tights and now was fondling my tits over my top and bra. As Lynn had said, he did have a good technique and was giving me great sensations by squeezing my breasts and nipples.

His hand went under my top and reached up behind my back to unfasten my bra. I quickly looked round to see that we were unobserved so did not stop him. Impressively, he managed to unhook the bra with one hand and it sagged forward to hang loose at the front.

Tattys’ hand slid round the front, up under the bra cup and covered my right tit. “Shel, I’ve wanted to do this for ages.” With that he was lifting the weight of my tit, stroking it, and squeezing and pulling on my nipple.

Yes, I do like his technique! I could feel myself getting aroused and was happy to stand there and let him play with my 34Bs.

Just then Lynn walks out of the living room to go up the stairs to the toilet. Seeing us in a clinch she walks up behind me and softly says in my ear, “if you want more privacy I don’t mind you going into my bedroom.”

I reach out and squeeze her hand by way of reply, not wanting to commit myself that far yet.

At this point the front door opens and another 10 people arrive, the ones who have just left the pub. Noisy and rowdy they crowd into the front hall. No more peace and privacy in the hallway for us!

Myself and Tatty look at each other. I wonder if he had heard Lynn’s offer about her room? Is he leaving the decision to me? What do I want to do? Should I ask him to go up to the room? If I do will he expect full sex? Do I want to lose my virginity tonight to Tatty? Could I stop if we start?

FUCK IT, decision time!

I whisper in his ear, “Lynn said we could go to her room if we wanted more privacy.”

A big grin spread across his face, “Yes please Shel, you know which is her room, lead the way.”

Climbing the stairs together I lead the way to Lynn’s room. I have been in this room many times, but this time is different, this time I am leading a man into the room with the distinct possibility I will enter as a virgin and leave as a well shagged woman.

Tatty takes a drink from his bottle then puts it on the windowsill and sits on Lynn’s single bed. I empty the rest of the vodka from my glass and join him on the bed. I have left the main room light off so the room is dimly lit from the street lights outside.

“We’ve got to take our shoes off,” I tell him, “A strict rule of Lynn’s, no shoes on the bed!”

Having removed the shoes we lay back onto the bed half facing each other. I don’t know when he unzipped his pants but he took my hand and guided it onto his cock. It was rock solid, I explored by feel the size and shape of it and then started wanking him.

His hand returned under my top and again played with my tits, “take your top off Shel”

I sat up and removed my top, taking the bra off with it. Then settled back down and reached again for his cock. He leaned over and started sucking on my nipple.

“Oh that’s nice, could you suck a little harder?” I asked.

Wow, I certainly like that sensation! To show my gratitude I take some of the pre-come from the top of his cock and rub it right over his cockend using my palm to smooth the liquid into his skin. I feel his cock jerk so presumably he does like that action.

His hand has grasped the hem of my skirt and raises it above my waist. I know from previous experience how hard it is for a man to get his hand down the front of a pair of tights, so rather than risk injury to Tattys’ wrist I say, “hold on a minute,” then peel the tights down past my knees and totally off.

Tatty immediately slips his hand down the front of my knickers, over my pubes and finding my hole slips one finger inside. He begins an in and out motion which feels a bit strange at first but as he plays more it becomes much more pleasurable.

He moves his finger up to my clit, moving it around and about, but somehow not quite managing to perfect the technique. After about a minute of fiddling he went back down to play inside me again. I got the feeling that he just wanted to make sure I ready to be fucked.

I feel that I am ready to do it, “have you got a condom, Tatty?”

“Of course I do,” he answered.

“Take my knickers off then,”

He sat up and grasping each side of my knickers slid then down my legs and off, throwing them onto the floor.

Putting his hand in his pocket he pulled out a condom.

Suddenly there was a crash of glass downstairs and a lot of shouting. That spoiled the moment for sure. I jumped up and quickly put my top on, without the bra, pulled my knickers back on and stuffed my tights and bra under Lynn’s mattress, I’ll get them later, skirt on, shoes on. Tatty has put himself right and we run down the stairs to see what all the fuss was about.

Going into the kitchen we see Lynn pushing a drunk girl towards to door, “Piss off and take your drunken mates with you” she is shouting. Tatty joins a couple of the other lads in shoving a few strangers out of the door.

“What happened Lynn?” I ask her.

“A few people I didn’t know came in with that lot from the pub, one lass was really drunk and knocked over a loads of drinks from the kitchen counter onto the floor.”

“Twats,” I said, “look, we’ll all help clean it up, no real harm done.”

“Thanks,” replied Lynn, “But it’s really spoiled the atmosphere, I don’t think the party can go on now. But anyway, you’ve got no tights or bra on, did you do it?”

“No, we were just about to when it all kicked off down here. I’ve lost the mood now.”

And that’s where I told my husband the night ended. But later on I revealed…

It didn’t take long to tidy up the mess, but meanwhile most of the people had called it a night and left.

Standing with Lynn in the now restored kitchen she got us both a drink and said quietly to me “So what are you going to do now? Tatty is still here, you can have my room for another hour but after that I am taking Kevin up there for the rest of the night.”

“Not sure,” I tell Lynn, “I was all ready to finally do it when the commotion happened, I don’t want to get back up to your room and just rush at it for the sake of doing it”

“Well, your choice, but he is on the settee in the living room, there are only a few people left here, why not take him a drink and cuddle into him? By the way, if you do go back upstairs make sure you tell him to lick you out, that’ll put you straight back in the mood.” With that Lynn went out of the kitchen.

I’d never been licked out. So maybe Lynn was right, she has lots more experience than me, get him to do that, if it’s rubbish I’ll just wank him off. If it gets me back in the mood, I’ll let him fuck me!

In for a penny, in for a pound then! I found another Brown Ale for Tatty, opened it and took it into the living room. Sure enough he was just sitting by himself at one end of the settee chatting to people across the room. Rather than sitting next to him I plonked myself down on his lap sideways, presenting him with the drink.

“Here you are, a consolation prize,” I said handing him the bottle.

“Well thanks for that, but I so close to getting a better prize,” Tatty said with a smile and his free hand went straight up my skirt. He soon manoeuvred a finger under my knickers and found that I was still wet from before, his finger slipping nicely back into my hole.

Across the room I could see Lynn watching us from over her boyfriends shoulder. It must have been all the vodka from earlier, but I wanted to do something outrageous so I moved Tattys’ hand from under my skirt, got up off his lap and stood facing him.

I reached up under my skirt took hold of my knickers and slowly pulled them down my legs, stepped out of them and presented them to Tatty. “There you go, a second consolation prize,”

I then sat back down on his lap, noticing that his cock had got hard again and moved his hand back under my skirt, pushing it right up against my fanny. Immediately he sought out and started playing with my clit, with a much better action than up in the bedroom.

I have to bury my face into his neck to stop my moans of pleasure being heard by the others in the room, but raise it enough to whisper gently and seductively in his ear, “For your third and final prize I want you to take me back upstairs and finish what we started and I want you to do it now.”

“Hell, yes please,” was his reaction.

So we walk out of the room, with Lynn giving me a thumbs up as we went. Up the stairs and back into her bedroom.

This time I’m getting naked! Shoes off, top off, skirt off. Tatty is not far behind and we both tumble naked onto the bed. I grasp his erection and move my hand up and down, watching the pre-come oozing out of the tip.

“Shel, I need to get it in you, go easy on the wanking or I’ll be coming all over your hand.”

“You know this is my first time, you’ll have to take it slowly,” I tell him seriously, “but first will you to lick me down there? I’ve never had that done to me and I want to see what it’s like.”

“Shuffle to the edge of the bed then Shel.”

Manoeuvring myself to the edge I open my legs and his tongue finds my hole and licks up and down, sometimes pushing into the depths of my hole. WOW. That is a great feeling! Then he finds my clit! Double WOW, I didn’t know such feelings could exist, I could let him do that all night.

“OOOhhhhh, Fucking Hell, that’s amazing,” I pant as he gives a little suck on my clit. Normal vocalisations are long gone. I feel myself on the road to an orgasm, but having heard all the stories from my female friends about how the first time is usually painful and unsatisfying I decide to stop Tattys’ oral wizardry! Decision made!

“Get the condom on Tatty, I want you between my legs right now,” as soon as he has moved from my fanny I get in the middle of the bed and open my legs wide.

I watch carefully as he puts the condom on, I don’t want any scares about it splitting.

Tatty positions himself between my legs and I feel his hand moving his cockend into position on my hole.

“Remember Tatty it’s my first time, you take it carefully now, nice and slowly.”

I feel him just pushing the tip between my lips so I grasp his hips to control his speed of insertion. “Easy, gently, slowly,” I tell him, enjoying the feeling as the entrance to my hole is stretched.

He pushes in a bit further and I feel a bit of discomfort, but no more than that. A bit deeper, then a real twinge of pain. “Ow, bugger!” I mutter. But it only lasts a second or so.

Still holding his hips I raise up to get more cock into me, I feel a strange, but nice sensation as his cock makes its way up inside of me. Tatty pushes steadily and then it’s in, it’s all in and I can feel his balls slapping against my bum. I am no longer a virgin! He holds it in as deep as he can for several seconds while I get used to having it in me.

It feels odd but somehow emotional and satisfying to be full of cock.

Tatty withdraws back a bit and then begins a gentle in and out movement with his hips. Good lad, he’s not just after his own pleasure but is caring and considerate of me.

“God, you fanny is so tight, Shel, I’m not going to last very long in you before I come,” mutters Tatty.

“Keep doing that, concentrate on other things, please don’t come yet I’m really enjoying the sensations,” I don’t want him to come too quick. I am starting to feel an orgasm building again. “Keep going, keep going, now a bit harder.”

Typical bloke, I said a bit harder and he’s going a lot faster now. I feel the orgasm getting closer and stronger.

“I’m coming,” he shouts, as he jams it up me as hard as he can and I feel his cock pulsing as it pumps the spunk into the end of the condom. I can feel the end of the condom expand as it is filled. That sets off my own orgasm. I wrap my legs around his waist and push up onto his cock!

He strains to push his cock as deep into me as he can then gives a few short sharp jerks in and out. My orgasm seems to go up to another level!

“Fucking Hell, Fucking Hell, shag me, shag me Tatty!” I half shout, hoping that he will keep riding me a bit longer. He manages a few more strokes then slows to a halt.

We stay locked together for a little while until Tatty takes hold of the condom at the base and carefully withdraws from me. He grabs a tissue from the dressing table and wraps the used condom in it then uses another tissue to clean his cock, before standing up to give me some space.

I am still on the bed with my legs open, trying to work out if my fanny feels any different. My hole certainly feels more open then I can ever remember it before and I can still feel a little stinging inside, but I consider myself lucky that there was hardly any pain. I certainly know I will be seeking more sex now that I have found out how good it is.

“I need a tissue as well please.” I carefully give myself a wipe, it’s hard to see in the dim light but I think I see just a spot or two of blood.

Sitting back down on the bed next to me, Tatty leans over and kisses me. “Wow Shel, that was amazing for your first time.”

“I certainly enjoyed it more than I thought I would for the first time, thanks for being gentle with me and thanks for making it such a great first time, I can’t believe I came from my first shagging.” I get up off the bed and put the main light on to check that there were no marks on the bed. Nope, all clear apart from a small wet spot which hopefully Lynn will not notice.

“Come on Tatty, we’ve got to get dressed and go downstairs.”

“Do you want your knickers back?” He asks me.

“Yes please, don’t want you showing all your mates my knickers as a trophy do I?” I answer with a smile.

So putting all my clothes back on, including the tights and bra which I retrieved from under the mattress we made our way back down to the living room.

Only Lynn and her boyfriend Kevin are left downstairs.

“We were just coming up to throw you out, we want to go to bed,” Kevin said. “So you finally did it then? No point in denying it, we heard the bed squeaking big time.”

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This fantasy has been written for Roger a.k.a Fantasy boy. Hope this does your fantasy justice.

The summer holidays where no less than a week old and my parents were dragging me off to the airport. Our two week all inclusive trip to Mexico wasn’t exactly the dreamlike holiday they were hoping for. As always we ended up getting on each other’s nerves. As I entered womanhood I, like all teens, had begun to adopt that “I know it all” attitude. But of course my parents still wanted to control me and tell me what to do. The only reason I was forced to come on this holiday was down to the fact that they simply didn’t trust me.

To my father I was coming of age. Showing interest in boys whilst he noticed the ever growing interest boys were having in me. In truth I was a rather shy 18 year old girl. I only started smoking because my friends were doing it, and I admit it made me feel grown up. Even though I had blossomed to a firm C cup and started to dress with confidence, I was still a virgin. My parents didn’t believe me though and I was quickly put onto the pill.

I had sexual urges and had started masturbating, but the closest I let a guy get to me was letting him grope and suck on my breasts. I hadn’t even seen a real cock.

Anyway, during the holiday we spent most of our time apart. They choose to sit around the pool enjoying their all inclusive cocktails, whilst I led on the beach in one of those luxurious double sun beds.

The resort was very nice I thought as I quickly claimed my double sun bed lounger. The heat was intense but the bed offered a very welcome cool shade. I slowly peeled down my shorts and then removed my t-shirt, revealing my new bikini to anyone in sight. I knew my parents would freak out when they saw it, but I was gone past caring. The white adjustable triangle top held my breasts firm as the double string bottoms concealed my sex. After applying my sun cream I reached into my bag and pulled out my lighter and cigarettes. I felt pure relaxation as I lit up my cigarette and allowed the smoke to fill my lungs.

It was then, as I sat on the end of the bed happily enjoying the sun with my cigarette, that I noticed him watching me.

I had never noticed an older guy look at me the way this guy did before. I could tell he liked me, or at least my body. I would catch him stealing glances at me as I bent down for my bag or applied more cream. Even with his wife sat next to him he still had the nerve to watch me. At first I felt a bit uncomfortable, but as the first few days passed I found myself fantasising about him.

Despite his age something drew me to him. The fact I knew he had been watching me had me taking glances of my own. I wasn’t checking him out because I fancied him, I was checking to see if he was looking. When he wasn’t looking I felt a little silly and laughed at myself, pride slightly damaged. But when he was looking I would shyly smile at him and turn my head the other way. I must admit too, I was getting a little moist between my legs.

To calm myself down I would light another cigarette as I pretended to read my book through my sun glasses. He was happily sat watching me as his wife sun bathed next to him. As the days passed and I found myself becoming more and more aroused so to were my actions becoming bolder. I would read with my legs spread wide enough for him to see between them. Another time I reached into my bag as I knowingly allowed my breasts to hang down. I only stopped that trick when they nearly fell out.

I felt sexual power that I had never felt before. This guy was turning me on just by watching me. I wouldn’t even know how to satisfy him, yet here I am trying to tease him. I didn’t even know if it was working. He could have been laughing to himself at my childishness, but whatever was happening I was getting hotter by the day.

Amazingly I hadn’t noticed this guy or his wife around the resort other than on the beach. Then on one of the nights that I was forced to join my parents, I seen them sat on the other side of terrace opposite us. I immediately felt wet. The look in his eyes had developed that ability on me. My heart would race and my breathing becomes shorter. The blood would rush to the ever growing pulse between my legs and I would either have to touch myself or find something to calm me down. Smoking wasn’t an option as my parents forbid me Kurtköy Escort to smoke in front of them. Even though I was old enough, I could drink alcohol as long as it was under their supervision. So a very dry white wine was in order.

I went to the bar to order my drink and get a few seconds away from my parents. Suddenly he was standing behind me. Our eyes were locked in a trance as we stared at each other through the mirror behind the bar. I watched him step closer to me before I felt his hand on my waist.

“You look very sexy when you smoke. But you already know that don’t you? He said through his smile. I like it when you tease me princess; it makes me hard for you. Try taking your top off tomorrow.” He said quietly.

I felt shocked, turned on, horrified and then turned on again. I had never felt so many mixed emotions during such a short talk in my life. I took my glass of wine before quickly heading back to my table. He didn’t speak to me again that night but the looks he gave were having the same effect as if I was on the beach. My state of arousal mixed with the wine called for an early night in bed.

The next few days were spent sightseeing which weren’t too bad considering the company I was in. I missed my days on the beach though. That night in the bar had messed with my head. His words were constantly ringing in my ears. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said.

I imagined myself going topless on the beach happily smoking a cigarette in his view. Sometimes I would laugh at how ridiculous I thought it would be, but then I would sometimes find myself becoming highly aroused. Could I actually do it?

The next day with only three days left of my holiday, I saw him on the beach. To my disappointment all of the double sun beds had been taken. I watched him smile at me as he probably wondered where I would sit. I choose a sun lounger a few feet away from him and set my things down.

With his words still ringing in my ears I quickly prepared for the days fun. I positioned my lounger up slightly so he had a good view of my body, and then wasted no time in lighting a cigarette. I pretended to read my magazine as I took long deep drags from my cigarette.

For the first time in my life I felt sexy as I smoked. I couldn’t tell if it was the cigarette or the fact that I knew he was getting turned on. Probably a mixture of both I thought as I tried to smoke the cigarette as slowly as possible.

Crushing out my cigarette I ordered a drink from the beach waiter. I know it’s not a good idea to drink alcohol on the beach, but I was having too much fun to care. The waiter returned with my drink and took his time as he stood over me to get a good view of my body. Another cigarette was in order as I looked at the older guy once more before filling my lungs with smoke.

As the day continued I began to feel the effects of the alcohol. I would have given my virginity to anyone right then as I felt so horny. I didn’t know who this person was inside of me, drinking and smoking in front of some guy old enough to be my father. But it kept doing wonderful things to me and I couldn’t stop. It was as addictive as my cigarettes.

As he watched me intently I knew he wanted me to take off my bikini top. I was laying back with my legs pressed together, the sun caressing every inch of my almost naked body. The white strings of my bikini clung so firmly to my young breasts that the swells at the sides were visible, as was the slope leading to my cleavage. My nipples were so hard that they were showing through the dampness of the material.

I looked over at the guy to find his eyes fixed on me whilst his wife slept next to him.

“Take it off.” He whispered to me.

“I can’t”. I whispered back.

“Go on, show me those beautiful tits.” He persisted.

I didn’t know who was in control as I reached behind my head and grasped the bow that was holding my breasts from his view.

“Katie!” I heard someone shout.

Shit! It was my mother calling me from the balcony overlooking the beach. I quickly pulled my hands to the side of the sun lounger and spun myself around in a seating position. The guy watching had managed to sit back as he looked out at the sea.

“Come on Katie, we need to get ready!” She continued to shout.

How embarrassing, here Maltepe Escort I was about to bare my breasts and my mother draws everyone’s attention to me. The embarrassment soon turned to relief though as I packed away my belongings.

After my shower I walked over to my bed and sat down on the end of it. I welcomed the cool breeze from the air conditioning above as I lit up a cigarette. Staring at the floor between my feet I slowly drew a breath from the cigarette before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. A million thoughts ran through my mind as I asked myself so many questions. I couldn’t believe how close I was to actually going topless. I think I wanted to, but for me? Or was it for him?

I had changed into another person during this holiday. All the flirting had given me feelings I couldn’t understand or control. But I knew I liked them. I wanted to experience it more and more. Would having sex be the only way to cure these emotions? Did all young girls feel this way? Maybe now I was truly turning into a woman and maybe now I was ready to have sex and lose my virginity?

I crushed out my cigarette and began to get dressed. First I picked up my black, lacy bra. I liked the way it pushed my breasts up together, creating cleavage that my friends were often jealous of.

I adjusted the bra to my liking, and then put on a low-cut white top which revealed just the right amount of skin. Not to slutty my sister would say. I then squeezed into my black skirt, which ended four inches above my knees, before slipping into my black open-toed three inch heels. After applying the last of my make-up I was ready to go. My parents probably wouldn’t approve of what I was wearing but I didn’t care.

After our meal we headed to the bar where a live band was playing followed by a late night disco. For the first time all three of us were getting on fine and having a good time. I even managed to sneak a few cigarettes while they danced. But as the night slowly slipped away I left them to it and headed off to bed.

On the way back to my hotel block I decided to take a walk along the beach. I removed my heels and lit up a cigarette as I enjoyed the soft sand beneath my feet. By the time I had finished my cigarette I had reached the double bed loungers. I sat on the end of one of the beds as I looked out at the calm night sea. This place really was paradise.

“Hello Katie”. A soft voice said.

“Who’s there?” I asked urgently.

“Sorry to startle you. We haven’t been officially introduced. I’m Roger.” He said offering to shake my hand.

I didn’t know what to say or think as he sat next to me without invitation.

“I think you are what they call a bit of a madam,” he chuckled.

I could only smile back at him. I was speechless and very nervous. I didn’t feel in danger but I began to feel extremely vulnerable and in need of another cigarette. I had totally forgotten that he had told me I looked sexy smoking as I placed the cork filter between my red painted lips. With a deep inhale followed by a slow exhale I noticed his smile and once again those words were ringing in my ears. As the flow of nicotine began to calm my nerves I felt my panties filling with moisture.

“That’s better,” he said with a sigh of satisfaction.

My lips forced a polite smile as I inhaled more smoke deep into my body. As I exhaled the smoke he ran a hand through my hair. I should have run away but I couldn’t. I knew this was wrong but once again I was being consumed by my physical urges.

His hand then slid down my face and onto my breast. I couldn’t look at him through fear of him seeing straight through me. I took another breath from my cigarette as my excitement intensified. His fingers traced around my nipples, through the fabric of my top and bra, before he moved in and kissed my neck. My nipples were already hard and it didn’t take long before he was circling it with his finger.

Crushing out my cigarette as I exhaled my last breath, Roger began to lay me back flat on the bed. He pushed back gently against my breast whilst kissing on my neck.

A light breeze blew through the bed as I closed my eyes. The gentle sound of the waves became quieter and quieter as Roger began to take control. His hand continued to massage my covered breast as he worked his kisses down to my chest and into the slope of my cleavage.

“That’s Tuzla Escort it Katie, keep your eyes closed and enjoy it.” He whispered.

He spread my legs apart as he climbed between them and then pushed me up the bed. With my whole body now flat on the bed, Roger wasted no time in pulling my low-cut top up my body to reveal my bra. My top continued on its journey north until I was lying in just my bra, panties and skirt. I groaned and arched my back as he roughly grabbed my breasts and began to massage them through the bra.

“Lovely! Fucking lovely!” he groaned.

Soon my bra was off and my breasts were finally bared for his viewing pleasure. He quickly bent down and buried his head between my breasts, forcing another groan from my lips.

Only two boys had ever felt and sucked on my breasts, but neither was as sensitive as Roger. He circled each nipple in turn with his tongue whilst gently caressing the sides of my breasts. Wrapped up in the feeling of it all, a sudden anguish caught hold of me as I felt my black lace panties being pulled over my feet.

For the first time in my life, someone other than me was taking off my underwear. I felt excited beyond imagination. I hadn’t even contemplated losing my virginity; I was just compelled to go along with what my body was now obviously craving.

The leather mattress was cold against my bottom. I wanted to open my eyes and look down at my breasts and belly. I wanted to look at my legs being spread to see what he was seeing. But something was stopping me. I didn’t know if this was how it should be. This was my first time. I felt his fingers begin to explore between my legs, and it felt better than when I did it too myself. I arched my back a second time as he slid a finger into my hole and went back to sucking on my breasts.

“I like that.” I said naturally as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He then moved his head up to mine and kissed me hard on the lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in.

After what felt like a lifetime, Roger withdrew his finger, to my disappointment, and broke the kiss to kneel.

“Open your eyes and look at me Katie.” He demanded.

I opened my eyes and as they adjusted to the moon light, I saw him kneeling between my legs over my near naked body.

“I think,” he said, his voice thick with lust as he unzipped his trousers, “that you’ll like this even better.”

As I looked down at where his hands were unzipping his trousers I watched a real cock spring free. I was fascinated watching it bounce around freely as he removed his shirt and trousers. It looked so strong and powerful.

Roger quickly grabbed my bag and took out my lighter and cigarettes. He smiled as I gave him a confusing look. But I quickly remembered that this looked sexy in his eyes. I happily lit the cigarette and then exhaled the smoke into Rogers face. His cock twitched violently as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.

I closed my eyes and took the longest drag of any cigarette in my life. It felt hard and warm as he guided it to where it belonged. Just the tip at first, nudging aside my lips, tapping gently yet deliberately until it reached its resistance.

All thoughts of condoms and contraception pills were a million miles away as I began to experience powerful pleasures. My stomach muscles tightened. I knew was about to happen. I just hoped that I was ready for it.

Then I felt it going, as the first inches of stiff cock entered me for the first time. My virginity was going! This is my special moment. I took another deep breath from my cigarette and inhaled the smoke as I waited for the pain, but instead I felt only pleasure and exhaled.

As my lips opened to let him in I felt my insides clamp around his cock, gripping it as he rocked backwards and forwards. Something intensified; something gathered pressure, built up and up until it exploded.

A wave of pleasure soon washed through my body like nothing before. This beat all the times I had masturbated hands down. Roger continued to thrust into my body until he tensed up and groaned out loud. I felt him twitching and dancing inside me before he collapsed onto the bed. I flicked my cigarette away and exhaled the last breath of smoke as I lay still enjoying the pleasure I was feeling.

As reality dawned I quickly got dressed as Roger sat up with his cock softening. After rearranging my clothes and hair and pulled out another cigarette.

“Will I see you again?” he asked.

“Sometimes. Possibly in your dreams.” I said smiling.

I walked away feeling like a new person. I was now a woman.

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When I left for college one year ago, I was told by my parents that I was beginning a journey upon which I would discover many new and great things. Although I did not realize it at the time, they were very correct in their prophecy.

I am an attractive young woman who has always received a lot of attention from the opposite sex. While I have had a good figure since I was 14, my parents’ religious beliefs prohibited any discussion of sex or physical development within the household. Although I frequently was asked out by the boys in high school, I was denied the opportunity to date. As a result, when I graduated from high school, I had never even been kissed, and had no understanding of sexuality. This situation would most likely have continued for several more years had my parents succeeded in sending me to the Baptist college from which they had graduated. By a series of accidents, however, I ended up at a state university several hundred miles from home.

The first week in my dormitory was very exciting, meeting new girls and discovering college life. Most of the talk centered around boys, and it was soon very obvious that I was very naive and inexperienced. While this resulted in constant jokes from most of the girls, one girl seemed much more sympathetic. Jennifer was 5 years older than me, and had been with the same guy for three years; since she had begun college. We often talked about boys and sex, but she made an effort to explain things so that I understood. One evening, while we were in her room, I asked several intimate questions about sex. Jennifer blushed, and sat quietly for a moment. Reaching under her pillow, she brought out a copy of The Joy of Sex and suggested that I read the book to get my answers. After a few more minutes of casual conversation, I took the book and returned to my room.

The minute I opened the book, I couldn’t put it down. I raced through it, devouring all the information, and finished it within a few hours. After closing the book, I lay on my bed feeling very anxious and warm. From what I had read, I knew that I was sexually aroused. Standing up, I removed my clothing and stood before the full length mirror. My long red hair cascaded over my shoulders and partially hid my breasts. I knew my measurements, 37C-25-35, but for the first time truly understood what that meant. My breasts stood out firm and solid, capped by nipples that were larger than the palm of my hand. The hard tips extended at least an inch further, and were a much deeper pink than the areolas. Below my narrow waist and flat stomach was a thick patch of red hair that extended between my thighs. Although just covering my mound, this hair was incredibly thick, and hid my vulva completely from sight. What it could not hide were the Tuzla Escort trickles of clear syrup that were running down my thighs.

I stood before the mirror for several minutes, amazed and astounded by my naked arousal. Ignoring my own internal resistance, my hands began straying from their place on my hips. I felt the weight of my breasts, cupping each one and bringing my fingers up to toy with my erect nipples. With the first firm squeeze, I gasped. As I continued, I could feel the tension increase in my breasts and between my thighs. Recalling what I had read, I lay back upon my bed, prepared to carry my exploration to the limit.

Leaving one hand to play with my breast, I slowly ran the other across my belly to my mound. Suddenly feeling the fear, I held my breath and slid my hand down to cup my vulva. I was shocked by what I felt. Rather than the dampness that comes with extensive exercise, I encountered a thick slippery wetness that felt like warm oil. My vulva had parted, and, for the first time, my fingers rested against the opening to my vagina. A constant stream of my oils trickled forth, and soon my fingers were as slippery as my thighs and bottom. Bringing my fingers up, I touched what the book had said was my clitoris; a hard nub of flesh that seemed much larger than the book had described. As my fingers trailed along this nub, my breathing became increasingly shallow and rapid, and my flow of oils began to soak my sheets.

Unable to resist my growing excitement, I brought both my hands down to between my legs. Continuing to stroke my clitoris with one finger, I slowly ran the fingers of my other hand around the rim of my entrance. Slowly teasing my flesh, I brought myself higher and higher. When I was on the verge of letting go, and knew that my resistance was gone, I quickly slipped one finger into my vagina. Despite being filled with slippery oils, one finger was all that I could fit into myself. Caught in the rising tide of climax, I failed in my attempt to restrict my fingering to a slow in and out motion. Almost immediately I was rapidly thrusting my finger into my vagina, probing and exploring my depths. At the same time, my motions on my clitoris became frantic. Suddenly, my thighs tightened and my hips and back arched high above the bed. Unable to control my orgasm, I gasped and screamed, cupping my vulva in both hands.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt incredibly alive. As soon as I finished my morning classes, I ran to find Jennifer. She was in her room. In a hushed voice, I quickly described all the events of the previous night. She listened intently, and was obviously aroused by my description. Her nipples were hard against her shirt, and her breathing was very shallow. When I finished, Gebze Escort she smiled and asked if I was interested in trying that with a man. As I nodded my reply, she gave me the directions to her boyfriend’s house.

When I arrived that evening, Jennifer opened the door before I knocked. As she let me in, my eyes were riveted to her body. All she wore was a shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of lace panties. Obviously unbothered by my gaze, Jennifer assured me that, while she and her boyfriend wanted to “fuck me good”, I would be allowed to set the pace for the evening. I agreed, hoping I wouldn’t hesitate or reveal my fear.

Jennifer took me to the bedroom where her boyfriend, Bill, was waiting. He was pretty good looking, with shoulder-length hair, a beard, and nice muscles. His loose shorts, all he was wearing, revealed a massive bulge which threatened to poke out above the waistband. As I stood there mesmerized, Jennifer stepped behind me, and began to remove my clothing. All through the process, she was whispering in my ear, telling me in dirty words what was about to happen. All of this combined had caused my vagina to become as wet as the night before.

Finally, with nothing left but my panties, Bill stepped toward me. When he was close enough that I could feel his breath on my skin, he stopped and began to trace his fingers across my flesh. First only my shoulders, arms, and belly. But, gradually, he began to caress my breasts; lifting them, squeezing them, teasing my nipples. I could feel my oils trickling again, and suddenly became embarrassed by my wetness. As Bill moved closer and began to kiss me, I could feel Jennifer’s hands upon my bottom and thighs. Squeezing and stroking, she teased my backside as Bill’s mouth moved down my front. He seamed to enjoy my breasts, and my embarrassment faded as he nibbled and sucked my nipples. Minutes raced by, and Bill dropped to his knees, trailing his tongue across my belly. My embarrassment quickly sprang back. I knew he could smell my arousal and see the soaked fabric of my panties, and I attempted to pull away. Jennifer held my hips firmly, however, pressing the flesh of my belly against her boyfriend’s face.

My entire body was becoming incredibly sensitive. I could feel Jennifer’s nipples stiff against my back, and I ached every time her fingers pushed my panties into my bottom. Suddenly, Jennifer jerked her hands downward, dropping my panties to the floor and allowing Bill’s face to sink between my thighs. I gasped and tried to turn away, but my body refused to obey. With Jennifer’s hands on my breasts and Bill’s tongue teasing my vulva, I was spiraling out of control. Despite my embarrassment and fear, I began to moan Jennifer’s name. As I turned my head, Aydınlı Escort her mouth met mine. Without thinking, I accepted her tongue, sucking it in my loss of control. Faster and faster their tongues teased my body, pushing me, pulling me, drawing me further into physical abandon. Without warning, Bill slipped two fingers into my vagina, causing me to cry out. The penetration was incredible, and I began to flex my legs to meet the rhythm of Bill’s thrusts. Loosing my balance, I fell back into Jennifer’s arms. Quickly lowering me to the floor, she bent over me, taking first one nipple then the other into her mouth. I became increasingly frantic, trying to regain control while at the same time wanting to abandon myself to the two incredible people. Approaching the brink, I began to thrash about the floor. Feeling Jennifer’s breast against my cheek, I began to suck it madly, enjoying the hard nub of her small nipple against my tongue. Suddenly, Bill sucked my clitoris into his mouth, and I arched to meet my climax.

Jennifer and Bill lifted me from the floor and placed me upon the bed. As Jennifer and I watched, Bill allowed his shorts to drop to the floor. I had never seen an erect penis, and Bill’s looked incredibly large and hot. As Bill climbed onto the bed, Jennifer moved toward him and took his erection into her mouth. After a moment, she instructed Bill to lie on his back, and motioned me to straddle his groin. My eyes were locked onto his penis, as Jennifer moved closer and lifted it in her hand. Stroking the entire length, she moved the large head toward my vulva. Inching forward in anticipation, I felt the heat of his flesh as Jennifer traced the length of my vulva with Bill’s penis. Holding it upright, Jennifer instructed me to slowly lower my body. Despite my small size, Bill easily slipped into my vagina, causing me to gasp at the sense of fullness. Following Jennifer’s instructions to “ride” Bill’s penis, I found my self eagerly bouncing against his hips. As I did this, Jennifer moved back and lowered her vulva to Bill’s mouth. For my benefit, she pulled her lips apart, allowing me to see his tongue lapping at her clitoris. Within minutes she was on the verge of orgasm. Pulling me toward her, I could feel our breasts press together. I reached between us, cupping her breasts and stroking her nipples. This was too much, and Jennifer began to scream as she ground herself onto Bill’s mouth. Viewing her orgasm started my own, and I slammed down, taking the full length of Bill’s penis.

This left Bill unrelieved, and his penis looked as if it would burst. Jennifer guided my face down to Bill’s groin, and she and I began to lick his shaft. Within minutes, Bill was moaning and bouncing his bottom upon the bed. Jennifer wrapped both hands around his erection and began to frantically pump his shaft while we both licked the head of his penis. With an eager smile, Jennifer whispered, “Here he comes!” Suddenly, streams of white semen were covering our tongues and faces as Bill screamed out our names.

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I’m supposed to be in the bed, waiting for my new husband to come to our rooms.

They’ve put me in a flimsy nightgown, barely covering all the necessities. They instructed me to stay here and wait for him to come to the room, that it wouldn’t be long, but I’m exhausted. The day began early, was wrought with excitement. Well, for everyone else, not so much for myself.

Clan Gann had come for me in the wee hours of daybreak, before I had risen. My parents swore an oath that their firstborn daughter would be joined with House Gann when both were of age, to unite us, to bring us together in a way we never could before. With he at twenty and one, and I just having celebrated my nineteenth year, the time has come at last.

They neglected to share with me the day the Gann’s would be collecting me. I had wondered why mam had done so much of my personal mending the day before. I was handed a case with my belongings and sent away with the other Clan. I already miss my bedroom desperately. I miss my horse, Meadow. I miss hearing the stream behind our home.

I’ve not seen Ian Gann, Laird of Clan Gann, and my new husband, for several hours. It was the first time we had ever met, our parents had never seen fit for us to meet before now. Several hours since I’ve seen him, and several hours since I’ve been waiting for him to consummate this union. And I fear for the consummation. Ian is not a small man, and I have no doubt that he’s well endowed below as well.

I’ve seen a mans cock before, when me and the lasses would sneak down to the rivers and streams, hoping for a peak of the men while they washed. And peak we did. Many a time we would watch as the water cascaded down their rippling muscles, making our mouths water. I would watch their cock and balls as they dangled between their legs, some smaller, some large. I may be a virtuous maiden, but I’ve an unquenchable thirst for a mans cock, as do the other lasses. We would never indulge ourselves, not with the threat of a sound lashing upon our backs. We’ve seen it happen many a time, to other girls, getting lash on lash upon her back, the whole clan present to witness. None of us would risk the whipping, especially not me, by my fathers hand, as Laird. We bide our time, until we get husbands, and they can run us through with their cocks, and we’ll finally be satisfied. Until then we were content to watch.

It’s always been different for myself. The other lasses have assumed they would fall for a man, possibly a warrior or farmer, but I’ve known since I was young what my future held. I was angry for a long time that I had so little control over such a large part of my future. As I became older and came to value the Bostancı Escort peace and livelihood that our clan has, I understood what this marriage would bring to us. A lasting civility with a clan that we’ve otherwise not been able to bring together. Through a union of two young people, though, it will change everything. Now we will not fear the border that divides our two lands, but will cross them in confidence that whoever is on the other side will welcome us. That we will be allowed to trade and befriend all who live on either side of the clan borders. Even our children will feel the impact of it. No longer will a union of two people from these clans be frowned on, but celebrated, because of what Ian and I will have together. This sacrifice is worth all that it will benefit my clan and that of their future. If I die knowing I had a hand in that, I’ll die having accomplished something great.

Now I sit waiting for my husband, but with a sigh, I stand and walk around the room. I would’ve thought any man would be hurrying to fuck his new wife, not leave her alone in their bedroom on the night of their wedding. Eventually I become too tired to wait up, so I lay on the bed on my side, and fall quickly asleep.

I open my eyes slowly, blinking against the bright light from the window. When I realize it’s morning, I blink, trying to clear my eyes, and sit up. I give a great stretch, reaching toward the sky with a groan, and look about the room. It’s with a start that I see Ian, sat on a chair, facing the bed, watching me. His legs are stretched out in front of him, his thick thighs spread and his arms crossed.

I blink at him, “Yeh gave me a start. I hadna expected ta see yeh there.”

He chuckles, shaking the blonde curls away from his face, making his face look more handsome than it already is. “I didna mean to scare ye, only wanted ta watch yeh for a while.”

“Aye.” I say, “Watching me now because ye didna come to bed last night to look yer fill? Where were ye anyway?” I ask, angry that I was left to sit alone all night.

He looks uncomfortable when I convey my anger. “I only wanted ta give ye time to adjust ta bein here before I came to ye. Didna want ye ta feel like I was forcin maself on ye.” He explains, poorly I might add.

“So ye didna tell any of your maidservants to let me know? Instead I sat up waitin fer ye into the wee hours? Only to have ye never come, leavin me on my own all damn night.” I spit, angrier than I even realized. He laughs outright, throwing his head back and laughing from his very core. I seethe, throwing the covers back and stomping over to him, punching his arm and chest hard.

“You’re insufferable Anadolu Yakası Escort and I’ve not even know ye for one whole day!” I growl, scrunching my nose and pursing my lips. His laughter dies after he tips his head back up and looks at me. Instead, a fire grows in his eyes and he looks me up and down. I quickly understand that I stand before him in naught but my nightgown, something he’s not yet seen me in.

“I’m sorry, lass. I didna mean ta anger ye. I didna know you were so hungry for me, or I would’ve come to ye directly from the ceremony. Believe me, I wouldn’t pass up such a gorgeous vision if I had known she’d be willing.” He tells me, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap, and holding me fast. I huff, but when I feel his manhood press into my through his kilt, I grind down hard on him, causing him to groan.

I push out a breath, watching his face with satisfaction as I bring my hips round and round on him, pressing into him again and again. I watch him fall apart before me, his breathe quickening and his face pinching in pleasure while I ride his lap.

“Lord, ye’ll be the death of me.” He puffs out, grabbing me up quick and throwing me on the bed. He grabs an ankle and runs his hand up, taking my gown with it, and slowly revealing my body. I writhe beneath him as he passes over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, digging his nails in and making me gasp.

He must’ve run out of patience and rips the gown the rest of the way off, my sizeable breasts bouncing as he pulls it over my head. He throws it over the side of the bed and climbs on top of me. I pull his head down and our lips crash together, the sounds of us panting into each others mouths filling the room. He grinds down hard on my thigh as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, our tongues fighting and our lips molding together. I gasp when he makes his way down my body, licking and kissing and nipping as he goes, stopping only when he reaches my mound. He doesn’t hesitate, dipping his tongue in and tasting me, making me moan in excitement. I buck against him, forcing his tongue in further. He flicks it back and forth, alternating between that and sucking me until I can’t see straight. The only option I have is to close my eyes, I can hardly keep them open for the pleasure flooding my body.

I grip the pillow beneath my head, the muscles in my arms straining to hold onto something as the euphoria takes over my body as I come, a high pitched whine coming from my throat. My breathing is heavy and labored, but coming down quickly. I can feel Ian working his way back up, just as he had on the way down, kissing and licking and nipping.

He hums, “Now yer Pendik Escort ready to take me.” His voice is deep and husky, dripping with lust. I nod, words beyond me at this point. I see him rub himself, pulling on his cock with a groan. Without words, he pushes my legs up and apart, wiggling between them and positioning himself. Finally I’ve reached the point I’ve not stopped thinking of since I was old enough to touch myself, old enough to dream of having a husband to romp in the sheets with.

Now he takes several deep breathes, rubs himself against me, and lines up with my hole. He tries to push into me, but I’m so tight that it takes several tries. I can feel the pressure and it’s uncomfortable, but the way I feel so full, of him, my husband, is fulfilling. I squeeze my eyes shut as he plunges into me, his hips stuttering to a stop as he looks at me with wide eyes. I gasped harshly when he pushed into me, a sharp burn was all I felt when he thrusted, but it only hurt for a moment, though I must’ve scared him with my noises.

“It’s fine. I’m alright.” I assure him, tilting my hips in encouragement. He slips further into me with my movement and huffs out another groan. Pushing all the way into me, he bends over me, pressing his lips to mine and sliding his hands under my knees, lifting my legs and hooking them over his hips. Sliding his palms back down, he cups my cheeks in both hands as he begins thrusting, setting a fast, steady pace, my nipples rubbing against his lightly furred chest as he continues to kiss me roughly.

I run my hands up and down his back, digging my nails in every once in a while, making him whimper and moan, setting my own body on fire with each noise I pull from him with my touch. Our mouths are touching, but we’re not kissing, merely breathing heavily into one another’s mouths as he plunges in and out of me.

I look down between us to watch the place where he enters me, staring as he pulls in and out, astounded that I’m watching it and feeling it as the same time.

“Ahh, yes, watch me fuck you. Watch my cock take yer pussy and make it mine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” He chants, driving me deeper into the mattress with every thrust, taking me faster toward the ledge that I’m close to tipping over.

I grapple for purchase on the sheets below me as he plunders my willing hole, finally pushing me to my limit of physical sanity. I come yelling as my body spasms and clenches around him. Unable to hold on any longer with me writhing beneath him, he spills himself into me with several grunts, pressing hard as his seed fills me for the first time, coating my insides.

We lay panting, still connected, as he softens. Both of us grimace as he slips from my body, his come leaking from my hole in a sensual slide, making a puddle on the sheet we lay on.

“Yer everything I wanted, lass.” He whispers, his voice rough and tired. “Sleep now.”

And I do, wrapped up in the arms of my highlander husband.

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