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Friends in fine places definitely could make a young man’s life suddenly rich and exotic. John, who decided to take a break after completing his bachelor’s degree, was bound for a jet-setter, five-star tropical paradise. And, while many rich people would be passing through, John was there to work and perhaps discover a few things about what the fine life was all about.

With plans to pursue his master’s in financial law, he reasoned one day he may return to this sensuous lagoon and let others haul his bags.

Having graduated high school ahead of schedule at age 16, and his BS in economics, John was still a fresh faced “teenager” at age 19. For all his intelligence and maturity though, John lacked in one area.

His parents instilled in him the intent to “save himself” for the right young lady. His mom, Hope, said once he completed law school and joined a firm, women would line up to compete for his affections, and he certainly wouldn’t want to waste himself on the wrong woman. His dad, John Sr., who was partially to thank for this Caribbean sojourn advised him before he caught his flight to Miami, “John, the right one might visit your resort … and she might not be someone you’ll ever marry. She might be the one you remember fondly when you get to be my age.”

So, although he was sexually naive, that conversation caused quite a stirring inside. As his travels progressed, he found himself fantasizing about the flight attendant, other passengers, even women who worked at restaurants in the airport. With those thoughts, his cock spent most of the day stiff and needful of attention.

To hide his thoughts, and more importantly the physical reaction, he’d stuff a hand in the pocket of his cargo shorts to diminish the otherwise obvious lump that twitched there.

Had the opportunity arose, as his dick had, most young men would have taken the first private moment to masturbate. John, however, had a disciplined and focused mind. After all, not just anyone can complete a college degree by the time most high school graduates are finally getting to their higher education.

One passenger certainly caught his eye, a blonde woman who looked to be in her late 20s, golden brown skin that contrasted nicely with her lustrous mane of thick silky hair and entrancing aquamarine eyes. Though he was no expert on female anatomy, he figured she had to be a 36D-23-34. Whatever her measurements though, she was a dream package. John stole glances her way noting the length of her legs and a bountiful rack. He noticed a couple times her loose blouse would open revealing the deep valley between two luscious breasts. Once the blonde got up, presumably to use the restroom, and John was treated to the shapeliest ass he’d ever laid eyes on. This fox was truly a work of art, but there was one problem.

While he peeked now and then, and could readily conjure up thoughts of what he would do to her, those images were vague and rather unspecific. He was embarrassed to admit she scared him, because he wouldn’t know the first thing to say or do to get her attention, let alone get in her panties.

Was she the one?

For her part, Macy was headed to the Coral Bay Golf and Tennis Resort to take a much needed break from work in the Big Apple. She was looking forward to joining her husband, Peter, a successful real estate developer, who left a few days earlier to play a little golf with some business associates. The couple normally took some time in early spring to get away from the still gloomy New York weather.

Although her mind was already settling in to the white sandy beaches and soaking up the sun, she became aware of the sexy young man whom she noticed kept looking at her in that lustful way inexperienced young men so often did. Must be around 20, maybe younger. Jet black hair that made his green eyes almost appear on-fire; she also noted his white-toothed smile and strong jawline. At what she guessed about 6’1″ and 190 pounds he was solid, tasty piece of masculine meat. She realized this hot stud represented one of her hottest fantasies: to seduce and fuck a young man, perhaps even be his first and last sex tutor. Probably his last, she reasoned feeling confident in her experience and abilities between the sheets.

These thoughts caused her tongue to glide over her lips as she dreamed of licking his ruddy helmet then sucking his cock into her throat. He looked like someone who was going somewhere in life, and if she wasn’t married, she’d be intrigued to find out where.

They never actually talked on the flight or made introductions, but later at the baggage claim area, John helped her get her large suitcase off the conveyor. She gave him a sweet smile and thanked him for being a gentleman. But that was all and soon she was off to the resort, unaware that the young man was headed there too in one of the nondescript vans that picked up resort employees.

The driver dropped Macy off in front of the bungalow she and her husband would reside in for the next 14 days. No sooner had she opened the door than Peter wrapped Anadolu Yakası Escort his arms around her and ravished his sexy wife.

“Welcome to Jamaica babe, I hope you brought something tasty for me, because I’ve missed you,” he said, with a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck his wife silly.

Macy squealed in delight, reaching up to kiss him and give herself to his pawing hands.

The first day they toured the island and hit some of the popular tourist areas. Both clearly would have been fine staying in the room and having sex, but Macy did want to see a bit of the island, and if she were to fulfill her fantasy and fuck some young man, that might be the only thing she would do for the rest of her stay … well, except she might share him with Peter.

The two believed they had the best marriage in that they didn’t hide anything from each other, their personalities complemented one another and of course, the sex was great. And, they didn’t keep that sex in-house, as neither was forbidden from satiating his or her lusts with another person when the opportunity arose. Peter had already seduced a lovely German cleaning lady, and when Macy arrived, they took turns bringing Karin to orgasm whenever she stopped by to clean their unit. Karin laughed and said it was the best tip she ever got.

Born with a nature to flaunt her beauty, maturity turned this into a desire to show off her considerable sexual charms, including her 36DD tits (John was close, but not quite on the mark!). For someone who already craved sex, Macy’s libido escalated still further when Peter showed her the swimsuits he bought for her to wear. He made sure she complied taking her already skimpy bikinis and slicing them into ribbons as soon as she unpacked.

Even Macy was a bit hesitant to wear one of the micro-kinis down to the beach that morning, but Peter stroked her ego and reminded her the people they would meet were strangers and they likely would never see them again. Staring at the wispy suits her mind began to imagine strutting across the beach showing other women what a voluptuous body she had while driving all the men crazy. The thong included a mere string that disappeared up the crack of her ass and a narrow panel just broad enough to cover her already moist cleft. The top offered little more with only two tiny panels that barely covered her now erect and very sensitive nipples.

Suddenly Macy didn’t want to go show off to the world, her hand began to massage her husband’s cock as she suggested he fuck her senseless in the sexiest voice. If it wasn’t for his resolve to parade her around on the beach, and also to stroke his own ego when men realized she was his fuck toy … if it wasn’t for that he would have gladly eased the burning in his groin and shoved his cock deep in her hot, tight box.

But, Peter had other ideas.

There would be a time and place to fuck his wife, but it wasn’t indoors …

The couple walked about a quarter mile to where a beach was laid out with nearly every imaginable adult toy to entertain the wealthy guests. An emerald green putting green half surrounded by white sand bunkers nudged the edge of the beach enclave. A foursome of men on the green all missed their putts as Macy pranced past in a pair of colorful high heels that only added to the lascivious thoughts each envisioned visiting upon this slutty looking woman. Golf diminished in importance and none seemed to mind at all. In fact, after she’d disappeared from view it took the group behind them yelling at them to clear the green to remind them they were playing golf.

Palm trees dotted the beach area providing some shade while out on the brilliant white sand lay about 25-30 people bronzing and soaking in the Vitamin D.

Strolling past the volleyball court, Macy made quite an impression on the young men lusting for her body. She took the opportune moment to bend over, nearly double and pull off her high heels. Peter joined the men around the court who all blatantly locked eyes on that upturned ass as seven sets of eyes imagined fucking her doggy style.

Peter clearly beamed with pride that his stunning bride garnered so much attention from men 10-15 years younger than her. Most of the players worked at the resort, but being a Monday, it was their day off and so it was a day to scope out the babes, catch some rays and party. They all looked to be having a good time and certainly got a full look at Macy’s succulent ass as she walked into the fine white sand. Peter just laughed to himself as he thought, “Oh yeah boys, go ahead and look, but don’t forget whose big cock she’s going to be dancing on tonight.”

Shortly after they passed, John was so mesmerized by the sexy blonde that one of the opposing players spiked a ball striking him on the back of his head and planting John on the sand.

Bruised ego in tow, John excused himself from the game, got something cold to drink and plopped into a beach chair to sort out the cobwebs. Surveying the beach, his eyes alighted on many svelte, sexy women: a dark Kadıköy Escort haired tall one with pert tits and long, shapely legs; a black woman with curly hair and an hour-glass body sporting a meaty ass and pendulous breasts; and a deeply tanned redhead who …

Oh my! She was topless! Just as quickly John realized there were other women showing off their beautiful tits. As he looked further to the right, a couple moved their chairs into the shade of a palm cluster and sat only 10 yards for him. She wore string thong that left her ass totally exposed, and the small top just covered the nipples on her full breasts. She looked vaguely familiar, but then John realized she was the same hot blonde who was on his flight a couple days ago!

He kept shooting glances as the couple spoke to each other. The man seemed to be encouraging her and trying to psyche her up, while the lady hesitated. Finally, she loosed a carefree laugh and reached behind to her back. John wished he was the man seated beside her, because he saw her pull the string and release the bow that held her top in place. Two engorged nipples atop her luscious 36DD breasts stood forth, as if proudly proclaiming, “Look at my awesome tits!” Macy turned to recline in her beach chair and John thanked his lucky stars for taking that spike off his noggin then choosing to sit where he was.

Naturally, he couldn’t help but stare at her firm breasts. His mind entertained thoughts of licking and kissing his way all over those beautiful orbs and fastening onto her firm, delicious nipples.

John’s cock was stiff now with need, and he felt that burning sensation that he learned was called blue balls. Friends said getting laid was the only cure, though up till now he had managed to discipline himself against seeking a quick fuck. Now though, he had to get some, somehow and soon!

“Hey Babe, how about walking up to the cabana to get us a couple margaritas,” said Peter.

Macy said OK and reached for her top, but Peter held onto it and told her she would be fine. “Besides you look so sexy I bet every man and woman wants to do you as soon as they see you.”

She giggled at the thought of it and felt her pussy flood with arousal. As she got up and stretched, careful to take her time and give her husband an eyeful. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and felt a shiver race down her spine as she exulted in the gentle breezes caressing her exposed tits. They were free to whatever the weather produced … and more importantly to the eyes of everyone else on the beach.

She only took a few steps when she found herself in front of the young man from the flight. Reduced to the baggy shorts and a bare, tan chest, he looked even more delicious as her mind considered what an experienced woman such as herself could do with such a young hunk.

Who knows how experienced he was, for all she knew he might appreciate a few pointers. Looking down at her breasts she saw two pointers that would definitely gain his appreciation. And, she fell to musing of the possibilities of a teacher-pupil relationship.

“Mmmm! I’d love to acquaint him with female sexual response and all the special places a woman needs a man’s attention,” she whispered to herself.

All that in a split second and as she turned to look at where she was going she smiled at him and winked. Judging by the shocked look on his face and the way his jaw hung slack, she knew he got the message.

John’s mind played back the heavenly vision that just passed before his eyes. Breasts swaying, hips alternately giving him a peak at her thong covered pussy, then in the next stride, hidden by a golden brown thigh. Older yes, she had him by a few years, but she definitely looked to be in her prime. Then she glanced at him, smiled and winked; he was sure his heart skipped a beat. If blood wasn’t filling that chamber, it was certainly filling his cock as he felt the largest, stiffest erection he’d ever had.

As she continued on toward the bar, John’s attention was locked onto the sway of her sexy backside.

Oh! What an ass! He was mesmerized by its rhythm as it swung from side to side. Definitely an ass, not what some of the guys called a butt. This one was nicely rounded, yet firm and well defined — he imagined holding those sexy cheeks in his hands as his face pressed between her thighs and began nuzzling underneath that skimpy panel of fabric. Surely the treasure it guarded was special and something … a man could …

“She’s fuckin’ hot isn’t she?” Peter said as he handed John a beer. “Hey, I don’t have much time, Macy will be coming back with drinks before too long. FYI to you: Macy wants to fuck a young man, and teach him about sex and making love to a woman. I’d think you probably have as good a chance as anyone, but let her pursue you. That’s the key, don’t let on you know what’s happening, let her go for the seduction. I guarantee you it will be worth the wait. She’ll let me know in time, but I don’t want to spoil it for either of you. In fact, I want you to know it’s cool with Ataşehir Escort me as long as I get to watch you fuck her. Shit, I might even be your wingman and tag-team her if you want to go three-way at some point. OK, I got to get back, nice meeting you … by the way, I’m Peter.”

John didn’t even have time to reply, and he wasn’t even sure he could have uttered anything intelligible. Suddenly it appeared as if every young man’s sexual fantasy was about to come true for him.

Macy felt as if she was reborn and becoming more aware of her sexuality and hunger as she eyed and smiled at the gorgeous male and female bodies that seemed to carpet this portion of the beach. She had her sunglasses on, both to protect her pale blue eyes, while also giving her some privacy to ogle the succulent flesh she passed.

Walking up to the bar, she was delighted to see a bartender practically ignore other patrons in his haste to wait on (leer at?) her. Like John, he was a young man and looked quite sexy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, probably about 6′ 5″ and a body that showed he knew what the weight room was for. She played up to his interest, not that she was really all that interested herself, but hey, if she could save a few bucks on drinks … why not? She noticed a few other topless women there, some with perky tits, some slightly sagging, most bronzed from being at the resort for a while. She basked in the realization that none were blessed to the extent she was. And, no doctor augmented her resources, these honeys were all natural.

Perhaps in time Mother Nature would need a bit of a lift, but for now her tits jutted out in all their firm glory. She was even pleased with the still distinct tan lines though those would disappear completely in the coming days. She was resolute that whenever possible she would show off her tits and relish the continuous surge of arousal that made a beeline to her clitoris.

“Here’s your drinks, there’s a special today … uhm …,” said Chuck, the Adonis bartender.

“Macy, sweetie,” she replied with a wink. “What’s the special?”

“Well, you are, and these are on the house,” he croaked, lust obviously building within.

She gave him her sweetest smile and said she intended to see more of him and let her eyes wander down to his crotch. She really had no intention of fucking him, but he didn’t have to know that. As she turned to go, she noticed the drinks cost $7 apiece. She returned the favor and tipped him $5, “consider that a down payment.”

She tilted her head to the side a bit in a way that drove men crazy, smiled and gave him the eye as she turned to walk back.

Passing by John the second time she looked directly into his eyes and giggled a little.

“You’d best get you something cool to drink young man, you look as if you’re about to overheat.”

John couldn’t argue with that, “must be the scenery … does it to me every time…”

She just laughed and winked again before continuing on to her husband. John heard a few words pass between them, nothing distinct, but it seemed Peter needed some relief from watching his wife parade by a bunch of hot young studs. Soon the talking stopped and the two became more engrossed in each other kissing and fondling each others’ bodies.

“Oh Peter, I want you inside of me, please baby,” Macy whispered out, her eyes glazing over with desire to be stuffed full of cock. Peter looked around but didn’t see anything that offered any seclusion. It was one thing to watch her walk around nearly naked, but he didn’t want to push their luck that fucking in a public place would get them thrown off the resort property. So, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the surf.

His cock felt so wonderfully stiff as he ran into the water, the warmth of which served as a prelude the the steamy cunt he would soon feel sliding over his prick.

John watched as Peter and Macy hopped and skipped over the small waves, her ass looking so arousing as together they splashed into the foamy ocean striding purposely to deeper water then ending in an embrace. Passion took a hold of them as the waist deep water hid Peter’s hand pulling the wispy material away from Macy’s cunt. Up on the beach, John couldn’t be sure but … no he thought not right there in front of him … the thought had him aroused.

The thought was confirmed when Macy impaled herself on Peter’s rod and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck me hard Peter, c’mon plow that piece of steel inside my steamy core!” she implored him.

Macy loved how good Peter’s cock felt sliding into her hot box. With the ocean partially supporting her weight, they established a good rhythm. He looked out to sea so Macy could face the beach, Peter was hoping John was watching and wondered if Macy had made eye contact.

Yes, John was watching, and doing so was boiling his blood!

John felt a sudden urge to masturbate unlike any other time in his life, and yet, here he was in this public place where the last thing he was able to do is get his rocks off. He could just imagine being called into his supervisor’s office and told he was fired after only a couple days on the job. So instead he intently watched the couple fucking in the ocean then noticed Peter turn slightly so Macy was looking over his shoulder — and right into his eyes!

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‘Shit,’ Jason said to himself, as he drove back to the frat after dropping the women.

He had hoped to be back long before this from his date with Brooke and Marnie. Actually, he had wanted to get back last night but things had just played out differently than he planned.

First, things had gone well, very well, with the anxious to loser her virginity, Brooke, and he had popped her cherry before ten. Marnie on the other hand, had proven allusive, and took more time to come around. He’d finally fucked her in the shower that morning for number seventeen on his list of virgins. The trouble was, he enjoyed them, and he’d stayed and played around with the two little hotties a bit longer that morning. Now, he was fairly fucked out, having cum twice already that morning. Once, when he popped Marnie in the shower, and then again after Brooke sucked him hard, he had fucked them both again before cumming in their mouths at the same time.

Despite being mad at the time spent, he had to chuckle to himself when he thought back to the image of feeding the two of them. Both women, lying side by side on the bed, with their mouths open like two baby birds waiting for their dinner. How cool was that, as he shot off first into Marnie’s mouth and then Brooke’s. That was one of those keeper images; he’d maintain fixed in his mind’s eye for a long time.

Coming back to the present, he remembered everything he was supposed to do that day. It was Sunday and lately that meant tutoring Sheila in Spanish. The tutoring part was just an excuse though, mostly for him to use with Beth, for fucking the hot mocha-skinned beauty until they were both exhausted. Casey and Jillian had wanted to see him again that weekend, to say nothing of Beth. He still needed more time to study and there was always swim practice. He tried plotting out the day in his mind as he pulled behind the frat. It was already noon.

Jason rushed into the house, grabbed a quick lunch, and got to studying right away. He was an hour into it when Chad and Kyle appeared at the door.

“Here he is,” Chad said upon entering the room.

“King stud,” Kyle mused.

“Funny,” Jason countered, “what’re you two up to?”

“We were at the library studying for a project we have together in sociology. Doing school stuff, not off fucking some poor defenseless freshmen women that can’t resist the charms of the university’s top stud,” Chad stated laughing.

“Right you are. You guys missed a wild time,” Jason boasted.

“Shit…you were supposed to call Mark and me,” Chad complained.

“Sorry…they were just too sweet to waste on you jokers. Hey, where is Mark anyway?”

“He went back home around 10:00.”

“Damn…wish I’d said goodbye. Oh, well. I’ll have to have him back soon for another round with Stef and Pam,” Jason said laughing.

“Sounds good to me,” Chad kicked in.

“Me too,” Kyle agreed.

“I think he really liked Stef. Looked like she really liked him too,” Chad claimed.

“Were you with two women overnight?” Kyle questioned.

“Yeah…”

“Can you believe this guy,” Chad said, interrupting. “He’s got more women every week than I’ve had my whole fuckin’ life.”

“Shit, dude.”

“Yeah…all while trying to hold onto the best girlfriend a guy ever had,” Jason confessed.

“He’s right. Beth’s a red haired hottie and he just keeps playing around,” Chad added.

“What’s up with that?” Kyle asked.

“Just sowing my wild oats,” Jason claimed.

“Well sow some my way,” Kyle said.

“Hey, I got an idea. How about I try to set you two up on a double date tonight?”

“With Stef and Pammy?” Chad asked.

“No…two other hot chicks. I’m not sure they are free but they wanted to see me and I’m too busy. Maybe I can convince them to go with you two B-players instead,” Jason said chuckling.

“B-players?” Chad retorted.

“Okay, just kidding. You game?”

“Sure,” Kyle said. “If they’re good enough for the king then we could give them a shot.”

“Okay, let me make the calls,” Jason said.

Jason put down his books and grabbed his cell phone. He keyed in Jillian’s number first and waited for her to answer.

“Hello.”

“Jillian?”

“Jason? Oh, I’m glad you called. How is everything?”

“Busy as heck, I got a lot to do, and I won’t be able to see you.”

“Oh, darn,” Jillian said.

“Hey, what happened to you on Saturday? Weren’t you going to stop by?”

“Yeah…sorry about that. I wanted to, believe me, but my roommate was sick and I went with her to the infirmary.”

“She okay now?”

“Yeah…fine. She just had a stomach bug. Dr. Clark gave her something that seems to be working great. Hey, Jason, your job might be in jeopardy over there.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Dr. Clark has everything computerized now. No more cards to fill out. Haven’t you been there lately?

“Not for about a week with practice and everything.”

“She has all the records scanned into the computer. Now she carries a computer clipboard with her. Pretty fancy,” Jillian said.

“Wow, Anadolu Yakası Escort you might be right about not needing me anymore,” Jason agreed, but didn’t tell her about his other real concern about losing his virgin database.

“She might still,” Jillian proclaimed, with wishful thinking on his behalf.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

“I thought you said you were busy?”

“I am but my roommate is looking for something to do. You up for a blind double date?”

“Double date?”

“Our other frat brother, Kyle, is with him. There is someone else I wanted to talk to for him. You up for it? They’re great guys.”

“I don’t know. I was kinda looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Me too but I just can’t tonight.”

“What would we do?”

“Gee, I hadn’t even gotten that far. I just wanted to see if you would consider it first. Maybe a movie?”

“Movie, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…alright. I suppose I’m up for it. If it’s your roommate, he must be nice, right?”

“Chad’s a great guy. You’ll have fun.”

“What have you told him about me?”

“That you’re wonderful. From Kentucky. You’re sweet, pretty, and you’re fun.”

“I bet that’s not all…okay, I’ll go. I don’t have anything else to do since my roommate is sick and Kira and Tessa are on a double date too.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, I guess they realized you were taken with Beth and found some other guys. Good for them.”

“Definitely,” Jason said, but he wondered if he sounded sincere as he would have liked at least one more night with those two.

“What time?”

“6:00”

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

“Great…have a good time.”

When Jason hung up, Chad was like all excited. “She agreed?”

“No problem.”

“Oh, my god. What’s she like,” he queried.

“Jillian. Hot. Great tits. She was a tad overweight when I meet her but I’ve helped her loose that. Now she’s just plain hot. Oh, fantastic legs too. Strawberry blonde.”

“My god… you’re describing my dream girl,” Chad responded excitedly.

“What about me?” Kyle interjected.

“Hold on. Give me a chance,” Jason claimed, amused by the guys’ reactions. “Maybe I should start a dating service.”

“Just one more,” Kyle replied.

Jason keyed the number for Casey. It helped for the arrangements that both girls were in the same dorm. As he waited for an answer, Chad piped up.

“Hey, how am I taking Jillian to the movies without a car.”

“Shit…okay, you can use mine,” Jason offered. “You best treat her right.”

“I will, promise. Did you mean the car?” Chad said jokingly.

“Both, numb nuts,” Jason retorted.

“Hello.”

“Casey?”

“Jason, is that you.”

“Yeah.”

“Taking me up finally on anytime and anywhere?” Casey said chuckling.

“Not exactly. I wanted to see you this weekend again but just can’t. But I have a proposition for you,” which he explained.

“Wow, so you’re passing me off?”

“Casey, believe me, I’d love to be there myself but I can’t. I thought this might be a good second best,” Jason proposed.

“Second best!” Kyle rebutted.

“Was that him?” Casey asked jokingly on the phone.

“Yeah, he didn’t appreciate the reference.”

“Well, at least he has some spine. Is he cute?”

“That’s not a question for me but I can tell you one of my past girlfriend’s roommates found him very hot.”

“Really? Okay, you convinced me. I’ll do it but what exactly am I agreeing to?”

“Just going to the movies on a double date like I said.”

“Okay…when?”

“6:00, they’ll pick you up. The other woman, Jillian, is on the third floor of your dorm too.”

“Oh, good. I know Jillian. I met her through Kira and Tessa. Oh, that makes it even better.”

“Great.”

“Jason, don’t forget about me.”

“Never, Casey.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason said goodbye and hung up. He had to repeat the description thing for Kyle. Cute, blond, nice tits, and sucks cock like a pro.

“Good, god,” Kyle effused. “My dream girl too.”

“I’m not promising you two losers are going to get lucky, but I think your chances are pretty good,” Jason added.

“Thanks, roomie.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Kyle agreed.

As the guys decided to prepare for their dates, Jason went back to studying. He got another hour in till three. He was fighting back sleep as he read the next chapter from earth science class. He finally dosed off for a little while. When he woke to the noise Chad made upon reentering the room, he realized he still hadn’t touched base with Sheila. He was just picking up his cell when another frat brother stuck his head in.

“Two chicks here to see you, Jason,” Matt said.

“Where are they?” Jason asked.

“In the foyer,” Matt stated.

“Who are they?”

“Not a clue,” Matt offered, “but if you’re into opposites, you’re in luck.”

“Opposites?” Jason questioned and Chad joined in.

“Could be Stephanie and Pam,” Chad proposed.

“They know better than to just show Kartal Escort up,” Jason declared, standing, stretching, and heading to the door.

“If they did, don’t send them away. I could use a quick fuck or blowjob before my date to take the edge off,” Chad mused.

“You’re getting as bad as me,” Jason said laughing as he left the room.

He walked to the steps that led up to the foyer. As he ascended the steps he spotted them waiting.

“Sophie?”

“Hi, Jason. Hope you don’t mind us stopping by but we were out for a walk and remembered you were in this frat,” Sophie lied.

“Connie,” Jason said, now on the top step and shaking hands.

“Hi, Jason. I told Sophie you wouldn’t mind us stopping by,” Connie said, ever the confident one.

“Come on down,” Jason said, leading them to his room.

When they were inside his room, Jason introduced them to Chad, and asked if they wanted something to drink. To his surprise they both chose wine. He cracked open a new bottle and poured the glasses. Chad agreed to join them. Together they laughed and joked about different things until Kyle showed up. He joined them and they opened a second bottle of wine and ordered pizzas for delivery. They finished the second bottle too as the pizzas arrived. Jason uncorked his last bottle with the pizzas. Chad and Kyle ate and then left to pick up Jillian and Casey. Chad had only sipped one glass of wine, holding back, knowing he was driving his roommate’s car. Kyle had just two drinks wanting to stay sober for his date. Sophie and Connie were the ones drinking the most, especially Connie.

When they were alone, Jason asked the girls what they wanted to do next. They wanted to play a game, so he asked if they wanted to play Clue or Risk, his only two board games he had. Connie suggested strip poker with an obvious buzz. Sophie bemoaned the idea, though she giggled at it, and didn’t really protest much. Jason forgot completely about calling Sheila as he got the cards.

Jason couldn’t believe his luck as he sat back down with the cards. The nap had recharged his batteries and he was anxious to see more of these two cuties. They weren’t gorgeous but both were hot enough. When they had taken their jackets off, after entering the room, both were wearing tight tank tops underneath. Not really the kind of top he thought one would expect to be wearing in November in New Jersey for a casual stroll.

Sophie complained she should have worn more clothes if she’d known they were going to play strip poker. Connie just laughed and drained her wine glass again. Jason poured her another before dealing the cards. From the way both girls’ nipples were excitedly pointing through their tops, Jason believed neither had on a bra. He tried to remember what he knew of these two. Had he ever checked them out in the infirmary records?

No, he hadn’t yet. Actually, he knew little of these two besides being in one of his classes. They had only talked a couple times. What he knew though intrigued him. Connie had dark features and skin, brown eyes and hair, and looked completely the part of the Sicilian princess. Sophie, on the other hand, was blonde and blue eyed, and had told him she was from Northern Italy. Neither was flawless, with Connie’s nose a tad large and Sophie’s complexion a little broken out, but both still worth a second look.

Jason picked up his cards as he stole glances at their breasts. Both were slender with smaller tits but perky nipples he noticed with a grin

“Good hand” Connie asked, confusing his grin for good cards.

“You could say that,” Jason said, more laughing to himself with the situation he was in.

“I’ll take three,” Sophie said, showing they knew how to play.

Jason fulfilled everyone’s requests before asking, “What they had.”

“Only kings,” Sophie said.

“Beats me,” Connie said.

“Three four’s,” Jason claimed, and then showed them.

“How does this work then,” Connie asked, a little nervously despite the wine. “Do both losers take something off or just the worst hand?”

“Both,” Connie declared gleefully.

“We can do it either way,” Jason explained.

“Just the worst hand,” Sophie advocated.

“Okay,” Connie said. “That’ll make the game go longer anyway.”

Connie removed her sneakers and they dealt another hand. After the first six hands, Jason had just lost his socks. Sophie lost her sneakers and socks. Connie had lost her socks and then had to decide between her pants and shirt. She chose the pants. Her panties were cute with little kittens on them.

Four more hands and several more glasses of wine later, the game got much more interesting. Jason had lost two and was down to his underwear only. His big dick stiffening when he caught the girls many times staring at his groin. Connie lost her shirt, proving Jason was right, she hadn’t worn a bra. Her skin was darker than Sophie’s and Jason couldn’t help look at her stiff nipples. They were light brown and very suckable looking. Sophie was winning with still her shirt and panties on.

The next hand Maltepe Escort would be telling. If either Jason or Connie lost they would be completely nude and out of the game. If Sophie lost, she would still have her panties but her shirt would have to come off. Even though she was winning, she seemed the most nervous.

“Maybe we should play something else now,” Sophie stated.

“What?” Jason queried.

“Sophie…we haven’t finished yet. Don’t be so shy,” Connie protested.

“Okay…just making a suggestion.”

As luck would have it, Sophie lost the next hand making her even more nervous. She hesitated before taking anything off.

“Come on, girl. Panties or shirt. What will it be?” Connie asserted.

“Just sipping my wine,” Sophie said, picking up her glass for a taste.

“Come on, Sophie,” Connie said encouragingly.

Jason just let her take her time. He watched intently though as Sophie raised her arms and pulled the top off. Her skin was like cream beneath her shirt. Her nipples were pink and aroused. The aureoles were slightly bigger than Connie’s, as were her breasts, not by a lot though. Sophie looked nervously at Jason as she set her shirt aside.

“Beautiful,” Jason commented at her bare breasts.

“Hey, you didn’t say that about me,” Connie complained.

“You’re exotic,” Jason declared.

“Exotic, huh. That’s even better than beautiful, Sophie,” Connie claimed with a laugh.

“Is not,” Sophie retorted. “Is it, Jason?”

“You’re both exotic and beautiful,” Jason proclaimed to keep the peace.

The girls seemed satisfied and sipped their wine as Jason re-dealt. Everyone was down to their last garment. Jason picked up his cards and was dismayed to see only low cards. He did have three hearts though and decided to try for a hard draw going for a flush. He gave Sophie two cards and Connie had an ace. She wanted four cards. He took his two and slowly fanned open his cards. A smile crossed his face as he looked at all five cards, all hearts.

“Call,” Jason said.

Connie smiled from ear to ear as she yelled, “Three aces.”

Sophie looked depressed as she tossed in her cards, “I have two pair.”

Jason smiled at Connie as he laid down his hand, “Flush.”

“Oh, well…Sophie losses,” Connie crowed with a hint of relief.

Jason looked over at Sophie and she looked like a deer in the headlights. He realized she had never intended the game to go this far. He was thinking about giving her a break when Connie piped in.

“Take them off, Sophie,” Connie encouraged as she sipped her wine.

“But…I…”

“Stand up and do it,” Connie suggested with a little slur to her words.

Jason wasn’t sure what to do. He could try to stop the game but his hormones were fighting that idea. Instead he busied himself with finishing the third bottle of wine into their glasses, as if what was going on was no big deal. Surprisingly, Sophie stood quickly, as Jason distracted himself with pouring, and dropped her panties. She stepped out of them quickly and seated herself so fast Jason never got a chance to look up. When he did, she sat with her legs folded in front of her, obscuring any view of her lower body.

Her face still shown, as if in terror, but she seemed relieved it was over with. Jason just decided to re-deal instead of demanding to see her. Connie boasted confidently, “You’re going down, Jason.”

“Can I,” Jason shot back, letting the double meaning hang there until the girls got it and giggled.

“You wish,” Connie stated.

This deal started better for Jason. He had a pair of kings and drew three cards to Connie’s two. He only picked up a pair of deuces to give him two pair. He glanced at Sophie first, who smiled weakly back, and then to Connie. She looked worried.

“Call,” Jason said.

“Two pair,” Connie said. “Queens and fours.”

“Kings and deuces,” Jason confirmed gleefully.

“Shit, I lost,” Sophie dismayed.

“Peel them off, Connie,” Sophie said, as if in revenge for Connie’s earlier taunts.

“No problem,” Connie stated as she tried to stand, wobbled a little, and then peeled them down.

Jason watched this time and was greeted with a full dark bush to match her hair color. Connie tossed her panties aside and spread her legs a little. Jason could make out the top of her pussy as it curled under her slender body.

“See,” Connie said and stood with her legs wider apart. “Can you see?”

“Yes,” Jason confirmed, as Connie pulled her lips apart to really expose her inner pussy more.

“You won, but won’t you show us?” Connie asked.

Sensing this was his chance to take this further; Jason stood and let the girls stare at his hard cock bulging out his boxers obscenely. He glanced at their anxious faces as he peeled down his boxers. His cock sprung free like a caged animal being released. Sophie actually gasped upon seeing it. Connie was less modest.

“Wow,” Connie slurred. “That thing is huge.”

“Like it,” Jason boasted.

“It’s really big,” Connie said to Sophie as if confirming it for her.

The wine was affecting Jason a bit too and he threw caution to the wind and walked over to Sophie. His dick wiggled back and forth before her face like a swaying tree. He looked down on her as she stared wide-eyed at the cock before her and up to his face.

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“These are the scuppers. They let out any water that may accumulate on deck. Sometimes – during the rush – you’ll have to come over here and kick fish out of the way so that the water can drain properly.” For the past two hours, Brent had been introducing Claire to the ins-and-outs of sea life. He would be senior deckhand on the fishing vessel Carrie Anne: this meant that Claire not only had to answer to his father but be responsible to any order that he gave. At the same time, he would be working closely with her and able to answer any questions she may have. “We’ll go down into the cabin now and ready that for the next opening.”

Claire followed Brent closely, admiring the grace with which he shifted his weight in response to the slightest rocking of the boat. In time, she too would develop sea legs, she’d been assured; personally Claire was not so confident. The way he stood on the balls of his feet made her picture how he must be flexing his knees in order to carry most of his weight with his thigh muscles. This made her, in turn, picture the strength of said thigh muscles, then what these must feel like wrapped around her waist…

With a gasp, Claire ran directly into Brent where he’d stopped and turned to address her. She’d been so involved in her fantasies of his body that she’d stopped paying attention by the time his actual body ceased to lead her. His strong, seasoned hands caught her forearms as he steadied her still-clumsy recovery. The firm touch sent a thrill through her body although she tried to repress her instinctive reaction. For a moment, when she was caught within the net of his arms, Claire felt his breath and thought he might kiss her, but he soon released her with a smile.

He turned away, and she was confused by this sudden rejection. It had seemed as though he too had felt some jolt when they’d touched, and he now did not meet her eyes. An instinctive and hurried glance at his jeans revealed a slight swell, the sight of which caused a warm tingle to begin within Claire’s panties. His self-assured voice began, “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind a rum and Coke. You game?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love one.”

Brent turned from the cooler that functioned as their refrigerator. “I forgot, you’re just eighteen, aren’t you?” He shook his head, seemingly amused. He muttered to himself, loud enough for Claire to barely hear, “Robbin’ the cradle…”

When he handed her the drink, they slid into the benches at the small, attached table. He asked her about her life; she asked him about his. Although it appeared that they shared similar outlooks on many things, they both seemed to be taking part in a charade. The questions asked and the answers given were not those that needed to be asked, and the heaviness of unspoken conversation triggered pheromones. When Brent asked if Claire wanted a refill, she did not waffle.

Soon her cheeks felt as flushed as his looked and their glasses were empty.

“Hell, you haven’t even seen the rest of the cabin, have you? Here, I’ll show you our little ‘home away from home.'”

He stepped smoothly down into the dark cavern that (she assumed) held the remainder of their amenities. He held out his hand to stabilize her as she followed him into the darkness, and continued flesh-on-flesh contact for a moment longer Kurtköy Escort than necessary. Once the brief tour of the head and storage was completed, all that was left was their bunks. The space was cramped; as such she could smell his alcohol-sweet breath in her hair and feel the heat that radiated from his body.

“You’ll bunk up here. I know it seems way too small, but you’ll get used to sleeping curled up. My dad’s bunk is down here, and mine is underneath yours.”

Brent seemed quite amused by her reactions, and his playfulness was contagious. Claire teased him, “Oh, I see. Yours is a lot bigger than mine. You need that space for entertaining ladies at sea?”

She was rewarded with a chuckle. “Well, rank doth have its privileges. Here, do you want to feel what it’s like?” There was a moment of charged silence before he added, “To sleep on the big bunk, I mean.”

In an answer, Claire climbed into his bunk. She could stretch her legs out to nearly their full length and there was enough room for one other person to curl beside her. He’d spread his sleeping bag out and the fabric made a silky rustle when she moved.

Brent stood for a moment and Claire’s angle provided her a perfect vantage point to see the outline of a slight bulge in his jeans. He seemed to consider for a moment before slipping into the bunk alongside her. “You see,” he murmured, “I have a little light for reading, and a cupboard where I can keep my necessities.”

He flicked on the light to demonstrate, and Claire was surprised at the intensity of his gaze upon hers. Until now he’d been relaxed, but his breathing was now short and she could feel the tension in his body as it touched hers on the shoulder, stomach, and thigh. She too could not seem to find enough air to breathe and licked her suddenly too dry lips. Brent reached over her to unlatch the cupboard then rested his heavy hand upon the curve between her ribs and hips. Claire glanced into the cupboard which was empty save for an unopened box of condoms. Brent flicked off the light.

The words that had gone unsaid since they’d met were now spoken with their forced breaths and their bodies. She leaned forward and met his urgent mouth; it tasted like sugar, rum, and something else, more intoxicating than the liquor. Her tongue lapped his furiously, finding excitement in the exploration of his cavities. She slid her knee between his and he leaned into her. His erection rubbed her eager mound beneath the fabric of their jeans. Brent’s hand began to slide in circles on her side, lifting her shirt slightly more with each lap. Soon his fingers traveled from atop the fabric to her bare skin, and then his palm followed. Claire lifted her upper body slightly, both to allow his better access to her breasts and to press her shaking body more firmly against his hard one.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to –”

Claire cut him off by thrusting her tongue violently into his mouth and snaking her hand under his shirt. She’d never been so sure in her life, and her body told her that she would regret not taking this opportunity. He responded with a moan and pulled her on top of him, rocking his hips into her sweetness with the motion of the boat. Claire broke off their kiss to pull off her shirt then again attacked his mouth with hers, sinuously Maltepe Escort rubbing her against his entirety. Brent pushed her away firmly, then crushed his mouth against her chin and down her neck. His darting tongue licked her collarbone and chest as his lust-clumsy hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She began to hum and moan as he suckled at her right nipple though the fabric, running her hand though his hair to hold him against that sensitive spot. In one deft motion, he released the clasp then moved his hands to her hips to hold them to his as he rocked into her. She wound her clad legs around his as his tongue furiously circled one erect nipple then the other. She’d never gone any further than this with a boyfriend, but she now tore at his shirt until he allowed her to rip it over his head.

“God…” Brent chanted, as if in prayer. “Godgodgodgodgod.” Claire had attended church intermittently through childhood, but she’d never found a savior who’d felt like this. Her loins were a liquid blaze, and now his fingers fumbled at her jeans, under her panties, into her her her…

Claire’s back arched as much with the pain of the sudden intrusion as the pleasure his body was now giving her. She clasped her hands upon his shoulders, her feet firmly behind his thighs, and rolled them to their sides. She tore at his jeans once the path was more cleared. He helped her by removing the pressure of his lower body from hers, then he ground into her with renewed vengeance. One of his hands was occupied within her moist cunt while the other pinched at a nipple altogether too enticingly, thus Claire found it necessary to unbutton her own jeans and dance them over her hips. No sooner was her cunt uncovered by denim than Brent moved his hips atop hers; the pants he helped pull down with a foot. This actually helped him thrust into her as the removal of the encumbering objects required the cooperation of their sliding, entwined legs.

Only two layers of thin cloth now separated her slick cunt from his straining cock. Apparently feeling neglected, he took her hand and moved it to his member, which she began to stroke through the restraint of his boxers. He moaned slightly and she felt the vibration as though it were attached to her clit. His body no longer blanketed hers because he’d raised himself slightly to get a better angle on her wet panty-covered hole.

“I want to be inside you right now.” He’d slid his mouth to her ear, and took advantage of the proximity to lick it in punctuation. His clever tongue thrust in and out of her ear in rhythm to the movement of his hips.

“I…I’ve never…” Claire began, as caught up in the sensation as she was afraid her admission would make it stop.

As she’d feared, Brent did cease his rocking and pulled his upper body off of hers, looking at her in the dark. His cock still rested against her panties, though, and seemed all the more intense because it was the only erotic pressure at the moment. “No shit,” he said unpoetically. She nodded, not trusting her voice. They lay for what seemed like an eternity, unmoving but stimulated beyond belief. They breathed heavily into one another’s necks, chests, and breasts, but Brent seemed unwilling to act until Claire slid her hands slowly down Brent’s body and under his boxers to place her hands upon Tuzla Escort his buttocks. She pressed him into her and rotated her hips slightly.

“I want you…in me,” she sighed resolutely.

He again began to rock in perfect unison with her. “I guess…I’ll just have…to be gentle.” As an afterthought, he added, “As gentle as I can be.”

They moved inevitably toward the unavoidable. Her hands slid to the front, still under his boxers, and she clasped his cock and fondled his balls. After a few moments of delightful exploration, she pulled his boxers off entirely and felt the entire length and girdth of him in her hands.

Brent, meanwhile, had yanked down her panties nearly immediately. After that rather violent action, he seemed to remember his promise and lightly rubbed circles upon her clit. Her eyes rolled back in the darkness, and a soft hum began deep within her throat. How did he know, how did he know how to touch her, exactly how she touched herself? She urged him to continue, so very aware that he was slowly moving his body closer and closer to hers, touching at the knee, at the thigh, at the, the…

She heard the ripping of a package. How had he apparated a condom so magically?

The tip of his cock rested at the gateway to her womanhood. He removed his hand from where it had so deliciously teased her clit, and now there was even less space separating them, just the strength of his upper arms. He panted into her and she moaned slightly as he increased the pressure on her engorged clit. She moaned slightly, wanting so badly the remedy that only he could provide.

With his face set in concentration, Brent aligned his hips between Claire’s parted thighs. His breath caught, he jerked forward, she gasped…

And it was done.

He held himself in position for a moment, allowing her to feel his length inside her tight wetness. Then he lowered himself so that his weight was fully upon her, chest to chest, wrapped his corded arms around her back, and pulled her in the closest embrace. She breathed shallowly when she accepted more of him, and then more, until it seemed that all of her was filled and she could not imagine being empty again. He relaxed his taut grip on her shoulders, exhaled, and began to move. She rose to meet him.

Their motion was as fluid as the ocean beneath them, and anciently powerful. Brent’s sleeping bag was slippery and whispered with their every rise and fall. Soon Claire’s moans joined the scuffs and lapping sound of the waves. Brent’s breathing grew ragged and he began to move faster now, faster.

She wedged her feet into the sides of the bunk and tilted her pelvis to allow more of him to enter her. She dug her hands into his buttocks and pulled him further into her. In response he pumped harder, exhaling heavily each time.

“Oh…oh…oh…oh…”

Suddenly, the friction of his cock pounding into her proved too much and she came. Her vision went white, dimly she could hear his moan as he thrust into her one final time and then they collapsed into the bunk, gasping and clutching one another. Claire’s hair stuck to her forehead with perspiration but she could not think to move it. Slowly, their breaths deepened and became more regular. She kissed his shoulder and he squeezed her gently in response.

Soon, they would have to regarb and return to land. Claire knew this, but for the moment she treasured the feel of Brent’s spent body on hers, perfectly fitted. Although she knew that her life would resume with the mundanities of the clothed world, for the moment she was sated.

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Natalie’s week long trial had expired, but the TV had not been removed by her father. In fact her father had been away this weekend, yet she decided to go to room earlier than usual, and was lying back on her bed watching re-runs of some terrible sitcoms. There was a nationally televised baseball game on, but even though the thought of baseball made her instantly hot, she still couldn’t bear to sit through three hours of a game.

It was even warmer than it had been last Sunday and so Natalie didn’t plan to get under her covers. The baby blue towelling pyjamas that she wore were a few years old now and were a little tight, however, she loved how soft the material felt against her skin and so refused to throw them away. She had removed her make-up and tied her hair back with a scrunchie in preparation for bed, but she still looked unerringly beautiful.

The thought of baseball would always make Natalie horny now, but when she thought about it she’d had a wet feeling between her legs almost constantly since she had made love to her father. He was the most talented lover she had ever had, and as well as continuing their trysts together during the week, Natalie had been masturbating several times a day thinking about him.

Natalie rolled on to her right side, her face was still staring at the TV set, though she had little idea of what was on, and moved her hands towards her waistband. She undid the loopy knot, released it from her hands and felt her pants expand around her hips. Now she had access to herself, and didn’t waste anytime homing in on her panties.

Her hand slipped under the waistband though for now she kept her fingers on the outside of her large pink cotton panties. Natalie only wore sexy knickers when she was going out and much preferred the feeling of cotton on her vagina than silk or lace.

The index finger of her left hand slid down to her slit and already she was wet, the material of her panties in contact with this cleft was sticky to touch. Feeling her wetness made her even hotter, not only did her pussy get more and more turned on as she slipped her fingers all over herself but she also began to perspire across her whole body.

Natalie felt her labia begin to pulsate, but was able to pull her hands away from her mound so that she could rip open the buttons of her top. The temperature in her room, partly down to the summer, partly down to her arousal, meant that she was desperate to expose her young tits.

The hormones flying around her system were making her arms tremble a little and so she wasn’t fully in control of her actions. None the less she grabbed at the top button on her top and pulled it open. She moved down and unclasped the next two. With her pyjamas partly open she could already see her nipples, just beginning on their journey towards full hardness.

Now she was desperate to be topless and so attached her hands to either side of her shirt and ripped them apart. One of the buttons flew off but eventually Natalie’s breasts were free of the tight cotton that had been rubbing against her and making her sweat. Slipping the shirt of her pyjamas over her shoulders and down her arms was a relief, however, she was still boiling hot. Her boobs were free to sway with the movements of her body but Natalie needed greater relief.

She swung her ass round and put her feet on the floor, Natalie had to get up and walk over to the window. She didn’t care who might see her youthful tits through her window, she needed a breeze to blow across her room.

Having opened her window as far as she could and rolling the Venetian blinds right up to the top she returned to her bed. The difference was felt instantly by Natalie, the wind that swept in hit her on the back, the effect of this heightened by the drops of sweat running down her. The few hairs she had on her body were erect on the ends of Goosebumps.

Natalie hadn’t done the bow up on her pants before she went to the window and they had been slowly slipping down her thighs. If anyone had been watching Natalie through the window, not only would they have seen her C-cup breasts, but they would now be able to see her ass with a pair of pink cotton panties tucked up her butt crack.

Her panties were totally soaked in her crotch, not only was the back up her crack but the front was stuck in her slit. Natalie knew that she wouldn’t be needing her pyjama bottoms any longer so she slid them the rest of the way down and kicked them off. Having done that she reached around and released the material from between her cheeks, rearranged the waistline so her knickers were on straight again, and returned to the bed.

After a few circular rubs on the outside of her cotton covered cooch, Natalie delved inside of them. For the first time that night she felt her fingers on her naked sex. Whilst keeping her left middle fingertip firmly on her clit she moved her right index and middle fingers out of her hole and up her body. She touched against her nipple then moved her Ataşehir Escort hand to her mouth and tasted herself.

The draught from the window swept across the room and across her chest. Both of her nipples, the one covered in her juice and the one that wasn’t, were fully erect, and Natalie was fully aroused. She fell back deeply into her bed, put her right hand back under her knicker-elastic and started fantasising.

For the first time this week, while Natalie rubbed her fingers in her sticky cunt, she did not think about some of the things she had done with her father, she actually thought back to the time that she lost her virginity.

Her eighteenth birthday was the 16th of March, and her best friend, Rachel, was born ten days later. They decided to share a party, and as Paul was away for that week, Natalie had it at her house.

It was a typical eighteenth birthday party, not too out of control, Natalie and Rachel weren’t in that kind of circle of friends, yet there was a keg, brought by some of the boys, and some pretty loud music to dance to. Everyone was in the mood and after a couple of hours many of the partiers had started to couple up.

Natalie hadn’t, but she had noticed that someone was staring at her from across the other side of the room. The guy was Jason, a reasonably good friend with whom she had a few classes at school. She had had no idea, however, that his feelings were of more than friendship.

Thinking about Jason’s staring moved the intensity of Natalie’s masturbation up to another level. Her breathing became deeper, she arched her back and grabbed her tit into her left hand, whilst slipping her second finger back into her pussy.

Natalie hadn’t expected to be receiving these looks from her friend Jason, but now that she had noticed them, she couldn’t stop returning them. She attempted to do it stealthily, but after a few minutes their eyes met. Natalie felt herself tense up as this happened, and now as she rode her fingers she could feel the same sensation.

The clock rolled around to 1am and the party guests were beginning to thin out. Soon after it was 2am and Rachel walked over to Natalie, “I’m going to go, honey.” In fact they were the last to leave.

After a while of their enticing looks, Jason had attained the courage he needed to approach Natalie, since then they had been talking and flirting. Jason had even started to rub her thigh, and she was starting to feel heat between her legs and was pretty sure that against the material of Jason’s jeans she could see his erect cock.

The door slammed behind Rachel as she left, Jason and Natalie were now alone. Both felt a fizzy feeling at the top of their stomachs, both were excited about what might happen.

Jason’s hand was moving up and down Natalie’s thigh, the two of them moved closer to each other. They stared at into the other’s eyes for what seemed like forever and Natalie began to melt into Jason.

She now put her hand on him also, and leant in for the kiss. Jason was not very experienced, though, and just continued staring at her. Natalie knew that she would have to take the lead.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Natalie inquired. Jason nodded his answer but the rest of his body remained paralysed. Natalie leant in further and pushed her lips to Jason’s. His mouth was wide open straight away. Natalie was disappointed at his amateurishness but none the less pushed her tongue into his mouth. She pushed Jason down onto the couch and they became one. Natalie was intensely aroused and started bucking her thighs against Jason’s crotch.

She had locked onto Jason’s mouth, her tongue was exploring deep within it, and she rode him fully clothed. Natalie could feel his hard on pressing up against her jeans, making her wish she had worn a skirt so she could have really got the benefits of their dry humping.

Ten minutes quickly passed and Natalie wanted to move things on. She rose up from their lying position so she was now riding Jason. Looking straight into his eyes she pulled her top up over her head and exposed her breasts. It was a low cut top, far too low for her to have worn a bra with it, and so straight away Jason saw the first pair of boobs he had seen in real life.

He had never been particularly savvy with the girls at school, but now knew that he had won the jackpot when Natalie returned his affections. He stared at her beautiful womanly tits in amazement, he couldn’t believe how hard her nipples were, and how hard she was making him.

Jason loved looking at them but he desperately wanted to put his hands on his first pair of breasts. He stuck his hands out and grabbed them, he started mashing her boobs in his hands. Natalie wasn’t happy about how hard he had latched onto her chest, but was buoyed by how much she turned him on with her top off.

“You need to be softer, baby.” Natalie instructed him. “Sorry.” He replied as embarrassment rushed over him. “Don’t worry, you’re really making Anadolu Yakası Escort me hot.”

Natalie’s reassurance made Jason feel better, but he continued to grope her with a little too much fervency. She pulled back away from his hands and shuffled herself down his body. Her chest rubbed along his stomach and she could tell that he had a pretty good body.

“Take your shirt off.” Natalie ordered as she descended towards his crotch. As she had expected Jason was ripped, his six pack made up for his boyish breast manipulations. Her arousal was hitting new heights and Natalie went straight for the buckle on his jeans. After ripping open the button she pulled down the zipper and shifted his pants over his hips as he pushed himself in the air to allow the waist down to his knees.

Jason wanted his shaft out in the open now, he knew he was quite big and he wanted Natalie to see it, he wanted her to touch it. Quickly his boxers joined his jeans at his knees and Jason’s well above average member was free.

Natalie saw his cock and was excited, she had been riding his cock through his jeans, now she wanted to get serious with him.

Jason lay right back, he couldn’t believe such a gorgeous girl was sitting on top of him, topless, and she was about to take his penis in her hand. He couldn’t remember feeling this hard. Natalie stared into his eyes and moved her right hand towards him.

Her first touch was met with a deep groan from Jason, Natalie thought this was a good sign, but then she felt a warm spray shoot up her arm. Jason couldn’t control his excitement and had cum at the very first touch by a woman on his penis.

Instantly he turned red, he couldn’t believe what had happened. Cumming quickly, even prematurely was likely, but before she had even stroked him, was unbelievably embarrassing. Natalie reached around and wiped his cum off onto his jeans.

“Lets go upstairs.” Natalie hoped that he would be able to get it up again, but she was definitely going to cum, however long it would take Jason. She stood up, extended her hand out to his and led him up to her bedroom.

The young couple walked through Natalie’s bedroom door, he was naked, having left his pants in the lounge, and she quickly joined him in the nude by dropping her jeans to the floor with her panties inside them.

Natalie looked up at Jason, but didn’t see the face she had expected after taking off all her clothes. Undoubtedly he loved seeing his first pussy, though something had disappointed him.

“What’s wrong with you? Do you not like what you see, remember your first performance wasn’t too special.” “No, nothing, it’s just…” “What?” “I wanted to see you in your panties.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, and I wanted to pull them down.”

It wasn’t what Natalie had expected to hear, but she was relieved. “Ok then. Close your eyes.” Jason smiled as he did so, his semi-erect cock was bouncing up and down as it began to return to a state of arousal. Natalie turned round and bent over picked up her panties from her discarded jeans, a sheer turquoise thong, slipped them over her ankles and pulled them up her legs until the fabric pulled tight against her mound and the thong went up her ass.

“Is that better?” Jason’s smile spoke for itself as he opened his eyes and looked at her cunt. He focused on the wet spot where the fabric had gone inside her lips, and then licked his own.

“Do you want to see me from behind?” Again there was no need for Jason to answer and she swivelled, showing her butt cheeks to Jason. Knowing that he was staring at her made Natalie go wild with thrill, she thought that she would put on a show for him. Slowly she bent forward until her hands touched the floor. Jason could see her lips wrapped in the shiny light blue material of her knickers. Again his penis began to grow, though he didn’t dare to touch it for fear of cumming again.

Natalie, however, had no such worry and so moved her right hand away from the floor and onto the centre of her honey pot. After sliding up and down a few times she grabbed the outside of her panties and flashed her labia at Jason. Quickly she replaced the material and then uncovered her treasure again. Her juices were flooding down her thighs by now.

“I want to take your panties down, Nat.” Jason exclaimed, worried that she was again going to take them off without allowing him his fun.

“Ok, baby, come over here.” Jason took his orders and moved over to Natalie within a split second. He put his hands on her hips, spun her around, and then slid his fingers under the elastic of her waistband. He stared into her bright hazel eyes, then lowered his mouth to her breast and kissed her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. These renewed ministrations on her nipples were far more pleasurable than when he had used his hands, Natalie let out a gasp and a moan to tell him he was doing a good job.

His fingers however, had begun to itch with anticipation, so he released Kartal Escort her breast from his mouth and pulled her thong down revealing for the second time her small bush. Jason wasn’t very experienced, in fact he just wasn’t experienced, but even he knew that the smell and her slick thighs were good indicators that Natalie was incredibly horny.

“Let’s go to the bed, I want to teach you how to lick my pussy.” Natalie was desperate for a release, so quickly lay herself down on her single bed, and spread her legs wide. She beckoned to Jason and he clambered between her legs. Clearly he was ready for his lesson.

She was going to say, “start by licking the juice off of my thighs” , but Jason beat her too it. He knew this nectar was a sign of her arousal and he wanted to taste it. The flicks of his tongue on her legs were driving her to despair, she had to have him on her.

Natalie grabbed Jason’s head and directed him to her clit. She pulled back the hood to give him better access and told him to flick it with his tongue. This he did, Natalie couldn’t believe the ecstasy coursing through her wetness. Jason was going to give her an orgasm and it wasn’t going to take too much teaching.

The intensity of the waves of pleasure increased another notch, Natalie had to grab the duvet cover in her fists as she felt like she was about to take off. She was ready to cum and wanted to feel something inside of her.

“Put your tongue in my hole, I’m almost there, you’re going to make me cum, I want you to lick inside my cunt.” Jason was a bit confused, he thought the clitoris was the most sensitive part of a girl’s vagina, but as the student he relented to Natalie’s wishes and quickly found her entrance with his tongue. This feeling was immense and he couldn’t wait to relieve himself within her hot wet cavern.

With his tongue inside her, Natalie put her fingers to her clit and rubbed furiously. It took only seconds for her to fall over the edge, first her thighs clenched, then her pussy erupted around Jason’s tongue and continued pulsating.

Jason lifted his head up and all Natalie could see was his beaming smile, along with her pussy juice, smeared on his face. This in turn made her smile, she sat up, opened her arms and hugged him to her. Natalie planted kisses on his neck, and Jason reciprocated. Soon enough she moved around to his mouth and gave him a full wet kiss, the honey from her folds making it all the sweeter.

Quickly after they began this embrace Natalie’s fears were allayed when she felt Jason’s full hard on poking into her stomach. After his early failure she was glad he had got it up again, and didn’t want to waste another second before getting his shaft inside her.

She had vowed never to give up her virginity easily, and didn’t think that this would count as such. Natalie had never known she wanted to have sex as much as she did now.

Natalie was a virgin, as was Jason, but she knew that she had to take the lead.

“Get on your back,” was her latest order to Jason, her pussy desperate to be impaled. She clambered on top of him and pushed the head of his penis inside her outer folds. Already she felt full, Natalie had lost her hymen when masturbating with a vegetable, a tip she received from Rachel, but her pussy was still very tight, she knew that she might feel a little pain.

Slowly she lowered herself down Jason’s prick. Not all the way first time, or second actually, but she could feel herself stretching. Her lips were being pulled wide by his cock and she wanted to feel all of him.

Natalie braced herself and pushed all the way down. Her pain was clear to Jason as she winced, and he asked if she was alright.

“I’m fine, but don’t move. Just let me go at my own pace.”

Jason of course did what she said and lay there, immersed in the wonderful feeling of Natalie’s vaginal walls sliding slowly up and down along his shaft. Her heat was amazing, but not as amazing as watching her cautiously rising up and down.

“Now just start bucking your hips with my rhythm,” she said, “and, I’m not on the pill,” though I’m going to the doctor’s tomorrow, she thought, “so tell me when you need to cum.” “Ok, baby.” He had started to grunt with appreciation now as he began to move his hips in time with her movements.

After a few strokes Natalie began to feel it was easier for her to ride Jason and so she picked up the pace. She leant back whilst pumping up and down on his cock and again found her clit with her fingers.

She was so glad that Jason had managed to last much longer this time, but she could tell it wouldn’t take much more.

“Are you going to cum, am I going to milk your seed out, baby?” “With talk like that you can only hurry it along.” “Good. I want you to cum on my tits.” With that Natalie stepped off of Jason’s cock and knelt at the end of the bed. She told him to do the same and to jerk himself off and aim for her boobs.

Jason had seen this in porn films, but couldn’t believe a real girl wanted him to do it to her. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder but now he would swear he had just become even more turned on. He clasped his helmet with his right hand and started pumping his meat through the o-shape he made with his fingers.

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Bruno led me across the hall from Michael’s room. I stood there nervously as he knocked on the door. When it opened my mouth watered. The man standing there was a pretty close second to Michael in looks. He stands about 5’8 or 9 but it was his eyes that struck me first. He had Short strawberry blonde hair, and green eyes. Eyes that sparkled with pleasure when they looked at me. “Thank you Bruno.” He said not even looking at the other man.

I heard Bruno leave but didn’t take my eyes from my next encounter. I licked my lips as he led me into the room. His room was furnished like Michael’s had been. Even down to the book on the bed. I chuckled when I saw it. “What’s so funny?” He asked with a heart stopping smile that made my breath catch in my throat.

“Um…”I tore my eyes from his to look at the bed again. “Michael had a book on his pillow to.”

The man looked at it then threw it on the nightstand not bothering to mark his place. “Not much to do when you’re not servicing customers.” Like Michael he sat down on the edge of the bed looking at me. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at the dress I was wearing. “Hm…” He said lifting his smiling eyes to me.

“What?” I asked self consciously.

He smiled. “Well, from the sounds I heard coming from Michael’s room I figured you would be naked when you came to me.”

I blushed. “Yea…Well…Um…”

The man laughed at my embarrassment. “Don’t worry darling. I’ve known Michael for almost 3 years. I know that when he gets hot, he don’t care if the woman is dressed or naked.”

His words helped but I was still blushing as I stood there. “That’s okay. You can do a striptease for me then.” I looked at him as he licked his lips. “Go ahead darling. Take your clothes off. Let me see that beautiful body.”

“I’m not beautiful.” I said as I let the straps of my dress fall to my arms.

His eyes moved over me as I slowly stripped out of my clothes. When I stood naked before him he licked his lips. “I beg to differ darling but you are a very beautiful young lady.”

I blushed as his words filled me with joy. I was looking at the floor so I never saw him stand up or walk over to me. I lifted my head when he put his finger under my chin. “What is this? Modesty? I figured Michael would have fucked all that out of you.”

I blushed again at his words. “Well…He…” My words were cut off as his lips touched mine. I was beginning to wonder if all these guys took kissing lessons at the same school. Even though the lips were different, the technique was the same. His lips brushed lightly over mine before he teased my lips with his tongue until I opened them. He swung his tongue into my mouth licking all over as he pressed my body close to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. I smiled when he moaned in my mouth. “Damn girl.” He panted pulling his lips from mine. “Did Michael teach you to kiss like that?”

I giggled. “Pretty much.”

He pushed me away until I was arms length away from him then ran his finger over my breast. “Hm…Remind me to send him a thank you note.” He ran his finger in circles over my nipple, making me shiver with desire. “What else did our long running boy teach you?”

I wanted to ask what he meant by long running boy but he moved his mouth to my nipple taking it deep in his mouth as he sucked on it. I moaned loudly as I grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. I squealed when he suddenly lifted me into his arms, never taking his sucking mouth from my breast.

I heard the bed springs squeal as he put a knee on the bed, then I felt the bed come up to meet me. He lowered his body next to mine while he continued to suckle at my nipple like a baby. “Oh…” It was then that I realized he hadn’t told me his name yet. I shrugged then ran my fingers through his hair. “That feels so good.”

He ran his tongue lovingly over my nipple, wrapping his tongue around it as he continued to suckle like a baby. I felt his as his hand moved over my body. When he touched my pussy I spread my legs, giving him access. He cupped my pussy in his hand but didn’t touch me in any other way. He moved his mouth to the other breast while he kept his hand cupping me. “Aren’t…Aren’t you going to touch me?” I asked.

He lifted his head from my breast. “Eventually.” Then he lowered his mouth back to my body.

I lay there, running my fingers through his hair as he loved my breast with his mouth. It felt good and pleasure was running through my body but it wasn’t mind blowing like when Michael had fingered me.

Finally he moved his mouth down my body, leaving open mouth kisses all over my skin. I felt his tongue run over my stomach and once again shivered in pleasure. He continued moving down until his face was buried between my legs. When I saw him there, I started breathing heavier.

My new lover didn’t disappoint me. He moved his hand, replacing it with his lips. He kissed each of my lips before spreading them open and taking a long taste of my nectar. “Mmmmm…Yummy.” He murmured against Kurtköy Escort my snatch as he lowered his head once again.

I moaned when he licked me but cried out when he brushed his tongue over my clit, forcing it out of its hood.

He lifted his head from my snatch looking into my eyes. “I take it wonder boy didn’t eat you.”

I shook my head. He just chuckled then lowered his head between my legs again. He brushed his tongue over my clit a couple of times making me whimper then lowered his head even further.

I felt him wrap his hands around my legs, pulling them further apart as he lowered himself further between my legs. I laid there panting almost afraid to imagine what he would do next. I definitely didn’t imagine what he did.

He teased the little bump above my slit then pushed his tongue inside me. “OH FUCK!” I cried lifting my hips as I felt him slither into me.

He chuckled but didn’t pull his tongue from my body. Instead he pushed it in further, licking around my insides. “Oh god.” I sighed as I pressed him closer to my hot pussy.

He didn’t complain as I pushed him against me. Instead he dug his nose against my clit, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he slowly fucked my hole with his tongue.

“What are you doing to me?” I cried thrusting my hips hard against him as I held his head tightly.

He chuckled again but didn’t answer. Instead he dug his hands into my legs as he attacked my pussy with his mouth. His tongue flew in and out of me as he rubbed his nose hard against my clit.

In no time at all, I was whimpering like crazy as I thrust my body against his sucking face. “Oh god. Eat my pussy. It feels soo good. I’m gonna cum.”

He attacked my pussy harder; he moved one arm off my legs and replaced his nose with a finger on my clit as he continued to tonguefuck me at the speed of light. I felt his tongue flying in and out of me as he mashed my clit with his finger. “OH…Oh…Oh…” I cried humping wildly against his face. “I’m cummminnngggg…”

He drank up my juices then dug his tongue far inside me looking for more. He licked at my insides while I lay there whimpering. My body jerking as small spasms shook me.

Finally he lifted his head from my crotch, then moved up until he was sitting beside me on the bed. He licked my juices from his lips. “By the way. I’m Tommy.” He said with a grin.

I looked at him in surprise. Slowly I pushed myself up on my arms. “You couldn’t have told me that before you made me cum?”

He laughed as he leaned forward kissing me softly. “I prefer to bring a girl to orgasm before introductions. More fun that way.”

I groaned as I flopped back to the bed.

He laughed, running his hand lightly over my stomach. “Awe come on darling. You enjoyed it.”

I turned my head to look at him. “True.”

He lay down beside me resting his head on his hand as he drew circles on my stomach with his finger. “So tell me about yourself.”

Again I looked at him in shock. “What?”

He looked like a wounded puppy. “Oh don’t tell me you are one of those girls who just likes to cum and leave?”

“I…I…I don’t know.” I said lying back on the bed.

He moved his hand up until he was gently cupping my breast. “I like to talk a bit between the action. It makes the money the women pay seem to go further instead of just make them cum and watch them leave.”

I shivered as he ran his finger lightly over my breast. “That makes sense.”

He continued to tease my breast with his finger. “So tell me about yourself. You married?”

I laughed as I turned my face to look at him. “Yea right. I was a virgin before I came here tonight.”

He looked at me tenderly. “Oh…that’s right. Your parents rented this place as a birthday present for you. Sorry forgot.”

I lifted my hand to his face, running it lightly over his cheek. “You forgot?”

He shrugged. “In this profession, you meet so many women that you tend to forget things.”

I ran my finger over his lips, smiling when he nipped lightly at it. “How old are you Tommy?”

He smiled. “I’m 26, I have been a male prostitute since I was 18 and I have been here for 3 years.”

I turned over onto my side so I was facing him while I ran my hand down over his chest. “Do you ever want to get married?”

He shrugged. “Sure, someday. You know, settle down, and have a couple of rug rats.” He smiled. “But I’m young yet. I’ve got my whole life ahead of me before I have to worry about that.”

I thought about that. “Have you ever thought about it with any of your customers?”

I looked at him as he thought about my question. His eyes were serious. “Honestly no. The women you meet in these places aren’t looking for a husband. Usually they got one at home.” I looked at him in surprise and he kissed my nose. “Yes little girl. A lot of our customers are women who have husbands and kids at home. They don’t get it at home so they come somewhere they will.”

I rested my head against the pillow as I looked at Pendik Escort his chest. “I don’t understand how someone, a man or a woman can fall in love, get married, then stray.”

He just shrugged his shoulders, running his hand up and down over my hip. “What people do outside these walls is their business. As long as the money is good who am I to judge?”

I looked at him. “So I’m just another girl you get paid for fucking. When I walk out that door you’ll forget all about me?”

Again he shrugged. I felt a twinge as I realized that I would be fucked by 12 men tonight. It would stand out in my memory as the greatest night of my life so far, but to them it is just another night of work. That bothered me for some reason.

Tommy seemed to sense my thoughts because he tangled his hand in my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes as he kissed me softly. “Don’t let it get to you darling. You’re special.”

“How?”

He smiled, “because, you are experiencing something new, something wonderful in your life. You don’t have anywhere from 5 to 10 women a night using your body to make them feel good.”

I searched his eyes. “But they make you feel good to, right?”

He kissed me again. “Every time.”

Tommy proceeded to distract me then by kissing me hard as he pressed my body tightly against his. I didn’t think about it that night, but thinking back, I wonder if he was being entirely truthful with me when he said that.

He caressed my tongue with his as he pressed our crotches tightly together. I could feel him throbbing against my stomach. I reached between our bodies, until I could feel him. I reached inside the thong and wrapped my hand around him.

He moaned in my mouth as I slowly stroked him. Tommy was long, but not thick; I was able to wrap my hand around him as I slowly jacked him off.

He pulled his lips from mine; laying back on his back with his eyes closed as I slowly moved my hand over him. “You ever sucked a cock darling?” he asked not opening his eyes.

“No.” I admitted as I watched my hand move over him inside the shorts.

He opened his eyes a crack. “Well, you know your hand feels good but your mouth would feel better. Want to give it a try?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay.”

I pulled my hand away, watching as he slid the thong down his hips. I watched him kick it off then moved my eyes to his cock. It was hard and laying against his stomach. I lay down beside him on my side with my head above his cock, then I lowered my head, kissing the tip.

“Mmmmm…” He moaned closing his eyes again. I kissed the head again then kissed my way down the side of his cock as I continued to slowly jack him.

“Oh yea darling, that feels good.” He moaned tangling his hand once again in my hair while his other hand moved up and down my leg. “Take it in your mouth darling.”

I looked up at him. His eyes were only open a slit but I could see the heat in them. I smiled then lowered my head to his hard shaft again; I opened my mouth letting him slowly slide inside.

He moaned loudly as I enveloped him. “Yes darling. Oh that feels wonderful.”

I felt him slowly push up with his hips, feeding me a bit of his cock before he left my mouth again. As he slowly fucked my face, I let my tongue wander over him. I licked the tip of his cock then moved it down over the base, hitting each area as he slowly pushed into my mouth.

“Oh darling. Yes.” He moaned tightening his grip on my hair as he slowly moved my head down over him. “It feels so good.”

I had about half his cock in my mouth, pressing against my throat when I felt something shoot into my mouth. I held my mouth still over him as his precum slid down the base of his cock until I could taste it on my tongue.

I moved my tongue over it, hearing him cry out as he shot more into my mouth. I pulled my mouth off of him, watching as he leaked precum over my moving hand. “What are you doing?” I asked looking at his face.

His eyes were closed with his mouth open partially as moans escaped it. He opened his eyes, smiling at me. “You know how you will leak juices in your pussy before you cum?”

“Yea…”

“It’s the same way with a man. We leak precum. That’s what that is.”

I looked at my hand still slowly moving over him, while he soaked my hand in his precum. I leaned down, running my tongue over my hand and his cock, drinking it up.

He moaned as he bucked up with his hips, causing more to leak onto me. “Wow.”I giggled as I licked up the newest batch. I liked the taste of him. It was salty but sweet, when I saw more leak out of his piss hole, I locked my mouth around him again, not wanting to miss a drop. I moved my mouth hard and fast over him as I sucked hard at his cock wanting all the juice he was willing to give me.

“OH…Agh…Ugh…” He cried thrusting wildly into my mouth while he slammed my face hard down over him. “You keep that up darling and you’re gonna get a mouthful of the real thing.

I heard his words, but instead of Mutlukent Escort pulling away, I went at him harder. My tongue whipped like a bullet over his tender flesh as I sucked greedily at his cock.

My hand moved hard and fast over his base. “Fuck…Yes…Don’t stop baby…I’m gonna cum.” He screamed as he ruthlessly fucked my face. His hand tangled hard in my hair holding me against his thrusting boner. “I’m cummminnngggg…” He screamed a split second before the first load shot into my mouth.

Even though I had been prepared for him to cum in my mouth, I wasn’t prepared for the amount or the force. Suddenly my mouth was full of his cum and he was filling it with more as he continued to thrust wildly against me. “Take it bitch. Drink up my fucking juices.” He screamed as he came deep into my mouth.

I swallowed as quickly as I could as he continued to fill my mouth with his juices. I felt some slip between my lips but ignored it for now. Finally it slowed to a drizzle as he collapsed back against the bed breathing heavily. His hand left my hair to rest on my hip.

I nursed at his cock making sure I hadn’t missed any of his delicious juices then let him slip from my lips. As he had done after eating my pussy, I licked my tongue around my mouth, collecting all the juices I had missed. “Yummy.” I said with a smile.

He smiled at me. “Come here darling.”

I laid down over him as I brought my lips to his. His tongue licked out my mouth. I knew he could taste himself on my lips. After he had cleaned all the juices from my mouth, he just held me as he kissed me softly.

“How did you like your first blowjob darling?” He asked when he took his lips from mine although he kept his arms wrapped around me.

“Mmmmmm…I liked it.”

He chuckled then let me slide off his body until I was lying on my stomach beside him.

We laid there together as he let his body recharge. Our hands were moving over each other in a caress. “Will any of the others be like this?” I asked as he kissed my shoulder.

“Like what darling.” He moved his mouth down over my back, tickling my flesh with his lips.

I moaned into the pillow as he kissed each of my ass-cheeks. “Like this. You know, talking, touching. Or will they all be like Michael, just get on and get off?”

I felt him behind me, lifting my hips a bit, as he slid between my legs. “I don’t know darling. I don’t know how the others are when they are with women. I only know how I am.”

I felt him slide slowly into me from behind as he brushed my hair off my neck, replacing it with his lips. “Oooooohhhhh…” I moaned as he slowly thrust within me. I pressed back against him.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he fucked me from behind. His lips were moving over my neck as he filled me. “Oh darling. Your pussy is so nice. Almost as nice as your mouth.”

I giggled then whimpered when he nipped playfully at my neck as he started moving faster. “I want you to cum darling. I want you to cum on my hard cock as it fills you.” He started pumping violently inside me. His hips moving fast as he buried himself deep into my body. His balls slapped against me.

“Oh god.” I cried burying my face in the pillow as I pushed my ass back against him. “Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me hard. It feels so good.”

His hands grabbed my tits, holding them tightly as he slammed into me. “Cum darling, cum all over me.” He panted against my ear.

He whispered in my ear, words that lovers say to each other during the heat of passion. His words pushed me faster towards orgasm until I was slamming my ass hard against him trying to bring myself off. “Fuck me you bastard. Make me fucking cum.” I screamed pushing myself up on my arms.

He squeezed my tits as he pounded my pussy. “Tight. Oh god. So fucking tight.” He growled as he rammed me hard and fast. “Cum darling. Oh god Cum.”

I didn’t understand why he wanted me to cum so bad but suddenly it didn’t matter. My body exploded as I came around him. “I’m cummminnngggg.”

I understood why a second later, when breathing hard, he pulled out of me, spilling himself on my back as Michael had done. I now understood why they did it but my spasming pussy felt empty without their cocks there.

He groaned as he spilled himself against me then collapsed against my back pressing me down into the mattress as my legs and arms collapsed under me. “Ooooooffff.” I grunted.

He lifted himself off of me. “Sorry about that darling.” He rolled over onto his back as he pulled me into his arms. I could feel his cum sliding down my back and over my butt cheeks.

I kissed him then rested my head against his chest. He ran his hand up and down over my back. “You can go in the bathroom and clean up if you want.” He said running his hand over his cum.

I nodded. I kissed him again then moved off the bed. I walked into the bathroom. Wetting a rag, I cleaned his cum off my back then walked back into the bedroom. He was sitting back on the bed with his arms behind his head. I was about to climb back onto the bed when I heard the knock at the door.

Sighing I let Bruno in. He flicked his eyes quickly over my naked body but his expression didn’t change. I gathered up my clothes then kissed Tommy softly on the lips. “Thanks, it was great.”

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The windows had been painted shut during the summer break, and a late showing of summer in September was making the air turgid and soporific. Thirty-one children fanned themselves with their exercise books, feigning interest in the lesson, allowing their heads to drop to the desk.

Our teacher had stopped talking as it was futile competing with sound of the caretaker, knife in hand cutting at the paint-work. We watched, largely in silence as anything else would have required effort.

Melanie Jackson smiled at me and passed a note across the desk. Even wearing ungainly braces, she was dazzlingly beautiful for a thirteen year old.

I hoped it was a love letter or a provocative message, but it was instead, a note to draw my attention to Morwenna Adams.

“Morwenna Adams has wet herself.”

Melanie sniggered and covered her mouth, delighting herself with the news.

Morwenna Adams had fallen asleep and sure enough, there was evidence enough to suggest that this was true. I poked her companion in the back and passed the note forward.

A sad characteristic of children, is the energy and inventiveness they will put into the merciless teasing of their victims and Morwenna was a born victim. Striding through the school corridors in long black gypsy skirts of flowing muslin, she gave an air of purpose but was purposeless. She was competent enough at her work sufficient not to draw unwelcome attention and excelled in her art work. Here her pictures had depth and feeling with endless lakes and deep caverns, sorrowful women and clinging children. The things, vaguely Gothic, were consistent with her demeanour; her raven black hair and brooding out of place amid the cacophony of brute young adolescence.

A week went by, the weather remained sultry and during the week the science teacher who’s name hides somewhere in my memory, expounded one scientific hypothesis after another.

“That’s why we can have faith . . ” he emphasised the full point with his chalk “. . .absolute faith is science. We dispel the mystery . . . and which mystery?”

He surveyed the class as we tried to shrink back into our chairs while he located a volunteer.

“Morwenna – you seem to know a thing about mysteries – what mystery?”

The class erupted into laughter. “Morwenna’s Mystery” it was known as. Something she spoke about having that none of us understood. The teacher looked smugly on as his class revelled in the conspiracy. I looked at Morwenna as she hung her head, wretched under the assault. I was gripped with a strange feeling and things seemed to happen slowly, though they clearly didn’t.

I stood on my chair and shouted. The class fell silent and the teacher looked squarely at me.

“Where’s our example,” I asked furiously, “if we can no longer look to our teachers?”

The words were mine, possibly the most lucid I’d spoken in my life to date. The sentiment must have been mine. But I don’t recall the real motivation, whether in a sense of righteous indignation or Bostancı Escort empathy for the girl. I fixed my gaze, as I could only look at the teacher, possibly the other students, but not girl I had just defended.

Just for a moment a shadow of shame passed over the man’s face and he was unsure what to do. Softly he chided the class.

“Get on with your work.”

After school I crossed the ten-acre wood. Half developed for housing, it was by now, five acres. I heard a rustle of leaves and a small voice drifted out to me.

“Simon? Is that you?”

“Morwenna?”

“In here, you’ll have to duck.”

A tiny copse of trees with their summer canopy had formed a small shaded retreat. A glade. Crouching, I eased myself inside, pulling my school bag behind me.

Morwenna was sat cross-legged on a carpet of moss wearing a simple cheese-cloth cape. I could see she was naked underneath. She smiled as I sat down with her.

“I didn’t know this was here.”

Wordlessly, she placed her finger over my mouth and moved her face to mine. We faced each other quietly for several moments.

“You’re a good person.” She said at last. I shrugged in a suitably inscrutable way. But my adolescent cockiness was wasted here. I felt transparent and callow under her gaze.

“The man’s a prick.” I croaked lamely.

“You weren’t thinking about the man.” She said huskily, and I realised she was right.

“Now,” she continued, “quiet – the mystery is here.” She said at last.

“What . .?”

Her forehead touched mine and rolling her face she pressed her young lips to mine. There was a warm sweetness and then her lips moved against mine as she spoke.

“Close your eyes. Don’t open them again.”

We sat, her lips barely touching mine, the sounds around us becoming more intense until they melded. Slowly I became aware of something. Imperceptibly at first, the songbirds, the dappled sunshine, the moss, the sound of the wind through the leaves were a singular thing. They met and filled all five senses and explored a sixth beyond simple definition. I wanted to open my eyes but there was a refuge here . . . an unutterable sweetness in the girl’s touch and the heavens meeting the sky.

Something here was comforting my soul.

Eventually I opened my eyes. Morwenna had gone and the glade was dark and empty. I wondered whether I had been asleep or not.

I didn’t see Morwenna again for almost five years. Her parents employed a battery of home tutors, taking her away from her ring of tormentors. I visited the glade with decreasing regularity, but never saw her there. I tried to re-capture the feelings she had somehow shown me, but I knew without being told, that the key was the girl herself. I knew where she lived and spent agonising hours, pondering how to call, how to initiate a chance meeting, realising that she would see through anything so shallow. With some regret I put Morwenna out of my mind and started University in Bristol, unable to Anadolu Yakası Escort articulate my emotions, I never realised that I had probably fallen in love with her.

My accommodation was austere and grim and of the kind that only students would accept, being neither discerning enough to realise, nor confident enough to complain. I sat alone in my room, a heavy tome of blurred and meaningless numbers across my thighs. Soft footfall outside my door broke the remaining threads of concentration. Before a single further sound had passed I called out.

“Come in”.

I was on my feet already and the door opened.

“You knew.” Morwenna stood in the doorway.

“I . . did I?”

“You knew, as I knew you were here.”

I thought back five years and smiled.

“And is this – is this the mystery still?”

“Come with me.”

Morwenna’s lodgings were above mine, and her own effects had overwhelmed the dingy room, mocking the damp walls and threadbare furnishings. How was it that I didn’t I know she was here?

The table in her room was taken up with a large glass castle, a small blow torch and coloured glass rods. Small figures made from glass populated the castle rooms in breathtaking detail.

“God, Morwenna. This is fantastic.”

“I have made the elves into tailors, the tinkers are sat here, getting drunk in the scullery.”

Soldiers with improbably thin filigree limbs lined the battlements, their armour and livery detailed in purple and gold.

“Shades of Sennacherib?” I asked and she nodded.

I laughed at the care and the detail and the love which had gone into it.

“What’s if for?”

She laughed softly.

“What’s a Rodin for, a Da Vinci, anything?”

I looked at her closely. The sharp childish features had rounded, become rich with feminine curves and promise.

Her clothes were less radical, though still unusual. She looked intently at me and her forehead touched mine.

“Do you remember . . .”

“Yes.”

I looked into her eyes, once dark green but now, darker still, deep as a garden well and full of dreams.

“That was the mystery.” She exhaled slowly and her warm breath blew in my mouth. Before I knew it, she had covered my mouth with a full warm kiss. Sweet and lingering beyond description, it transcended sex, because there was something pure and spiritual in it. Her tongue explored my mouth, met my own tongue, danced and played with me. She pulled away slowly.

“I was too young to give you anything but the mystery,” she sighed, “but now.”

“Now. .?”

“You’ve waited Simon. I know, for I have too.”

I wanted to protest. To conceal my innocence behind a shield of bravado, but there was nothing large enough to hide behind. I nodded in dumb agreement.

“No more mystery?” I asked.

“It was the mystery of children. Of a child.”

“You still do that thing?”

“I won’t be able to soon. It’s what I gave as a powerful innocent. I’ve Pendik Escort always loved you Simon. I knew I would hold onto the mystery until this moment.”

And to explain this moment she disrobed us both slowly. She lit candles and the room flickered in sombre shadows and I laid her down on her soft quilt.

Tea candles within her magnificent castle threw coloured shadows around the room, played spectral patterns across her breasts.

“You can kiss them. Do you want to?”

I tenderly enclosed her nipple in my mouth and she caught locks of my hair between her fingers in her ecstasy. He nipples responded going hard under my tongue. I gasped.

“They do that,” she whispered in the semi-darkness, “that’s what they do.”

I marvelled at her body, young and firm and yielding beneath my hands and tongue which explored her neck, breasts, thighs and soft down. Her legs spread open and her hand took hold of my hardness. I gasped involuntarily.

“Between my legs. Lie between them.”

As I did, she took me and placed me inside her. She was moist and warm and as welcoming as her arms which wrapped around me.

“Oh God, Morwenna.”

“Simon. Move. Move inside me. I have to feel you – oh God, that’s it.”

I moved slowly inside her in long silent strokes, savouring the flesh I was touching, the flesh I was inside. She pulled me close, bit my cheek gently, my lips and again placed her tongue inside my mouth.

I moved faster and she set up a movement in counter-point to my own. My breath became short and tight. She caught my shoulders and stopped me.

“Down here. Taste me. Please.”

I moved my mouth over her womanhood, open and wet. My tongue went inside and over her slit. I had never even felt a woman before and the texture, the sight, taste and scent were deep and new.

“Here.” Her finger directed me and a small bud came up under my tongue. As I moved my tongue gently over her she writhed and sighed. I relished the pleasure I was giving.

“Now, get back inside me. I want you inside me.”

Again, she hid my erection, enclosed it and moved under me. At each stroke she gasped and let out a small cry. I began moving again. Feeling the warm wet flesh enclosing me, drawing me closer. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, kissed her. Whispered words which meant nothing and yet were the sum of everything.

Suddenly I came.

“Oh. God Simon. That’s it.” She cried. “That’s it.” And moved her hips below me, pulling me harder into her, savouring her own feelings.

We lay beneath her quilt, her hand on my thigh, playing with me gently, all excitement gone.

“The mystery. It’s no longer there. We’ve a new mystery to share.” She said simply.

“I know.”

“It was there for a reason, I knew that. I shared it with you once and no one else. Now I’ve given you this.”

I touched my cheek, astonished to find tears.

Fifteen years later, the castle is finished. Morwenna dreams for us both and I can only watch them and keep count, but together we share our tender moods and put tea candles inside the fabulous castle, extinguishing the bedroom light. The mystery of children may have finished, but there’s always a new one and so the mystery continues.

Copyright © 2000 Gregg Dean

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It was a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon when Rick was detailing his bike in the driveway. He had planned on going for a little scoot.

Rick’s attention was diverted when he looked up to see the neighbor girl getting the mail. Alicia had just graduated high school and planned on going to college in the fall. Rick waved to her casually and returned to the job at hand. He was surprised when he saw her walking up the driveway towards him.

Other than her graduation party, he had only talked to her a couple times in the last five years. She was the youngest of three girls, now eighteen.

Alicia was a tall blond, about 5’9″, and only weighed a 120 pounds. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short light blue skirt that flowed with every step she made.

Alicia smiled at Rick, “Are you cleaning up the Harley to take me for a ride?”

Rick just smiled, “I would love to have some company on such a beautiful day.”

Rick had a hard time not to stare at Alicia’s long, tan legs as she helped him roll up the hose. They both grabbed their sunglasses and Rick got on the bike to stabilize it while Alicia got on. Alicia’s skirt raised all the way up as she lifted her leg over the back of the seat. She scooted up tight behind Rick and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” Rick said as he could feel her little breasts against his back. Rick reached back with his left hand and touched her bare thigh, “Ready?”

Alicia giggled, “Be gentle, it’s my first time.”

Rick just laughed, and rolled the power on. They were about ten miles away when Alicia started fidgeting. Her knees were going in and out and she just couldn’t sit still. Rick knew what she was doing, he had seen this before.

Alicia let go of his waist with her right hand, reached between her legs and proceeded to touch herself. Rick’s cock was hard with thought of this gorgeous blond masturbating on the back of his bike.

He reached back with his left hand and touched the inside of her left thigh. Alicia clamped her legs against Rick hard and didn’t move for the rest of the ride.

When they returned to Rick’s place, Alicia got off the bike slowly. Her face was flushed and she looked guilty and yet had this innocent little smile.

“Enjoy the ride?” Rick asked.

Alicia replied, “Oh, yes!”

“You sure look good on the back of my Harley. You should be a model. I’d love to photograph you sometime.”

Alicia Tuzla Escort giggled, “Sounds like fun. Where’s the camera?”

Rick just laughed, “Don’t move.”

Alicia sat on Rick’s bike and waited for Rick to return with his camera. He took several pictures of Alicia just sitting on the scoot.

“Damn,” Rick said. “You sure have beautiful skin. I want to see more. Have you ever taken any erotic photographs?”

“I took some in my bedroom by myself, but they didn’t turn out very good.”

“I have had several photo shoots here and all of them have been tasteful, except for a couple that were intended for certain websites. You could be totally naked and not show anything, That’s sexy. It’s what you don’t see that makes you want to see more.”

“Really?”

“Sure, just be yourself, have fun. We’re both adults. There is nothing I haven’t seen.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Alicia said.

“That’s okay, don’t worry. You are so hot that it doesn’t matter,” Rick said laughing. “I’ll pose you. Take off your skirt.”

Alicia was scared and excited at the same time. Just the thought of undressing in front of Rick was making her wet, and what if her parents came home. They were just across the road!

“I can’t”

“Don’t be afraid. Would it make you less nervous if I get undressed?

“Huh”

Rick unbuttoned his cutoffs and slipped then to the ground around his ankles.

Alicia stared at Rick’s cock that protruded in his boxer briefs. “Better?”

Without saying a word, and still staring, Alicia dropped her skirt to the ground exposing her little white panties. She stood mute with her hands clasp together in front of her.

“Now, that’s sexy.” Rick said grabbing the camera and began shooting.

Alicia began to pose for Rick like a little cock tease.

“How about that t-shirt?”

Alicia smiled, then flashed Rick quickly. “Like this?”

“Take it off.”

Alicia kind of bit her bottom lip and hung her head. “They aren’t very big.”

“Cmon, let me see.”

Alicia pulled her t-shirt over her head and exposed her breasts for a second before covering them with her arms.

Rick walked over to her and touched her arm. “Let me see.” She lowered her arms to expose her 32b’s. “See.”

“They’re perfect!” Rick exclaimed. “Just look at these pretty puffy nipples,” Rick said as he squeezed her left nipple.

Alicia gasped Gebze Escort as he played with her left breast.

Rick pinched her nipple hard, “I want you to pose naked on my bike.”

“Naked?”

“Come here,” Rick said as he led her by the hand to the Harley. “I want you to put your right hand on the handle bar and your left hand on the seat.:

She bent over slightly and did what Rick told her to do. Alicia felt his hands on her waist at the top of her panties, then felt him roll them down slowly. She wanted him to stop but couldn’t say anything.

“Very nice,” Rick said as he complimented her firm ass as he slapped he playfully.

Alicia’s knees got weak as Rick slid her panties down further until they dropped around her ankles.

“They are wet. Is this pussy wet too?” Rick asked as his hand found it’s way between her firm cheeks.

“Nooo, don’t, oh, ooooh.” Alicia said as she turned around quickly. “I can’t.”

“It’s okay, what’s the matter?”

She held her head down, “I never…”

“You mean… never, as in a virgin?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

Rick just laughed, “There is nothing wrong with that. I bet you still masturbate, don’t you?”

Alicia just held her head and blushed.

“Come here,” Rick said grabbing her by the hand. Rick led her to the blanket that he laid out in the sun earlier that day. “Lay down and show me. I want you to masturbate for me. Lay down.”

Confused, Alicia didn’t know what to do. She was turned on more than she had ever been, yet scared. She was naked in front of a stranger, across the road from her parents. “Rick?”

“I want you to just relax, lay down and show me that beautiful body.”

Alicia laid down on the soft blanket with her legs together and her hands covering her body.

“What are you ashamed of,” Rick said as he knelt next to her. “You have such a beautiful body,” He said as he touched her leg. “Show me.”

She spread her legs slowly, but covered her pussy wither her right hand.

Rick grabbed her hand, “Let me see.”

Alicia slowly pulled her hand away exposing her virgin little pussy. She felt as if she had no control. He was old, compared to her., but, there was something about this whole situation that excited her.

Rick could see the wetness glistening off her little lips. He pushed her legs apart firmly and lunged forward plunging his face onto her wetness licking Aydınlı Escort furiously.

“Noooo, ooooo, ahh, Rick. Ahhhhh.”

Alicia convulsed as Rick continued to lick her virgin lips. She had never felt such pleasure in her life. She wanted him to stop but couldn’t say the words. It felt so good. She squirmed as Rick ate her pussy like an animal. She felt his tongue flicking in and out of her faster and faster, then he encircled his tongue around her swollen clit. She felt herself starting to cum as he sucked on her clit, then thrust his tongue deep inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes’ she screamed as Rick continued to devour her.

As Alicia came she clamped her legs around Rick’s head. The harder she tried to push him away, the more Rick licked. Alicia felt pleasure that she had never felt before.

“Stop, stop, ooooh, please, ooh, pleeeeeas stop!”

He tried to lap up every drop as Alicia gushed all over Rick’s face.

Rick came up for air, “Baby, I could eat your sweet pussy all day.”

Still trying to catch her breath, Alicia grabbed Rick, “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

Rick pulled down his underwear exposing his rock hard cock. He began to part her lips , then stopped.

“Noooo, don’t stop, fuck me!”

“Fuck!” Rick yelled as he pulled away. “You saved yourself this long, for someone special. It’s not that I don’t want you. You are so fucking hot, I’m ready to cum now! Think, Is this really what you want?”

“Oh God yes, Fuck me, I need you inside me. Oh please, fuck me.”

Rick didn’t need to hear any more. He parted her little lips and forced his cock into her.

“Ow, oooooh …”

Alicia’s pussy was so tight, Rick could only hold her tight as he forced his way deep inside of her. Alicia moaned as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him only deeper inside. Rick almost came immediately but stayed hard.

Alicia met Rick’s thrusts continuously until she heard her dad’s pick up pull in to their driveway.

“Rick, Rick, stop, stop, stop, oh, ahhhhh.”

Alicia felt herself coming again. She tried to fight it, but the more she tried to push Rick away, the harder he forced himself into her.

“Rick, Ohhh, stop, stop, ohhhhh…”

Rick pulled out shooting his cum all over Alicia’s stomach. She lay there exhausted, legs still spread with the evidence of her lost innocence.

“My dad’s home, I have to go.” Alicia said as got up and gathered her clothes. She quickly got dressed, “I was suppose to make supper.”

Alicia kissed and held Rick tightly. “Thank you so much.,” she giggled, “I can’t wait to tell my friend Jen. “I finally gave up my virginity! She thought I’d be the last.” She said giggling.

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I’m walking. My girlfriend just dropped me and I’m walking and thinking. I’ve always been active. I can’t go sit and brood. I’d really rather be playing handball or tennis of something.

I dated Kelly for about six months. She’s nice looking with a fabulous body. Sex was wild, passionate and frequent. It started on the second date. She told me that it should have started on the first but I was too cautious or timid. On the second she unzipped my fly and grabbed my cock and we went on from there.

I don’t remember the exact words she used but roughly it was, “Dave, the sex is great. But I don’t want to spend my life with you. You have a college degree and are hardly working. You’re too cautious. I need someone that’s going to succeed and make it big time. I’ve thought about doing this often but then I got caught up in the terrific sex and didn’t do it. So I’ve got to do it now, while I can think.”

We had gone to dinner at Spaghetti Eddies. I know, it’s not expensive or classy but the food’s good and it’s fairly cheap. Then we went back to her place. She sucked me off, I did her, working on her tits and then eating her to orgasm. Then we fucked. And fucked. She had three orgasms while I built up to one more. I had my finger inside her, feeling for her G-spot, getting ready for more, when she told me we were done. I got dressed and left.

It’s probably for the better as I think about it. We had nothing but sex. I had been concerned for some time that I needed a real girl friend, someone that I truly liked, rather than just using her as a sex object. And one that saw me as more than a sex object. I’m sure that sooner or later I would drop her if she didn’t drop me. It was never going to be long term. Although the sex was really good. So maybe it’s all for the better. But it’s a surprise, unexpected, hard to get used to.

I heard a voice calling. “Hey!” “Hey, c’mere!” I looked around. It’s dark. I’m walking through a mall. A strip mall. A dozen or so stores lined up next to a parking lot, stretched along a main street. There’s a Subway. A sandwich shop. I’ve eaten there. The door was ajar and a girl was waving at me. I stop, look around. All the shops are closed, there are maybe two cars in the lot. I walk over toward her.

“Can you hang around here for a couple minutes while I lock up?” she says. She’s a cute girl. I’ve seen her before, working here. “There was a weird looking guy hanging out here a minute ago that sort of scared me. Can you stay here for a minute and make sure he doesn’t come and do anything to me?”

“Sure,” I said. But I thought a moment. “How do you know I’m not some weird guy that might do something to you?”

“I know you,” she says as she turns and locks the door. “I mean, I don’t really know you but I’ve seen you a bunch and know who you are. You’ve been here with friends.”

I guess I’m easy to remember. I’m six feet four and weigh about 240 pounds. I played offensive tackle for the college across the street two years ago. Big and wide. But I’ve changed my diet and keep using the school gym facilities. So I’m slimmer than I was as a player. I take a course a semester even though I graduated so I can keep working out here.

She’s done and turns to me and we start walking. “Thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t see anyone,” I told her.

“Well, he was just out here, looking in. He was weird and it scared me.”

“Afraid he was going to rob you?”

“Yeah, or worse.”

“Oh,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t even thought of that. Rape or perhaps just rage and an attack of some sort. You read about a girl getting killed every couple months. “Maybe you should call the cops.”

“What are they going to do? He hasn’t done anything yet. Maybe I’m all wrong even but he sure looked goofy to me.”

“Well, maybe you should get your manager to not have you lock up all alone late like this.”

“Yeah, then not have a job. I’m working my way through school. It’s going to take six years or so but I’ll make it. Then I can worry about finding a good job with some benefits.”

I know what she’s talking about. Kelly dumped me because she figured I was a loser. I started advising some friends on the team about investments a couple years ago. They worked out well. Two of them have gone pro and are having me handle their money for them. And I’ve invested some of my family’s money and some of our family friends. I think I’m going to work my way into a really good future but right now I’m not really making a lot and have no benefits at all. I’m self employed. Sort of a poor financial adviser. But I know I’m as good at investments as the biggest and best financial companies. A computer gives me the same access to information as bigger firms. And I have to keep perfect records, by law. So I’m going to just keep after this. I can do it. I even think I’m about to start with a couple more pro athletes. If it all works out, the sky’s the limit.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“What? No where,” I answer. “I’m just walking next to you.”

“Well, we’re headed away from where I live.”

I stop. “Well, then, let’s head the right way. Pendik Escort I thought I was following you.”

I end up walking her to the doors of an apartment building a couple blocks away. She’s very friendly in addition to being cute.

She looks up at me, she may be as much as a foot shorter. “I said I knew you but in fact I don’t know your name.”

I grin at her. “Dave,” I say.

“I’m Sarah. And thank you very much, Dave.” She stretches up and gives me a kiss on the lips. Not a huge kiss but not just a quick little one either. Then she turns and goes into the building. I smile at the irony of losing my girl and getting a kiss from a new one all in about an hour . And while this Sarah is actually very cute, I have no reason to think the kiss was anything more than a thank you. Besides, she’s tiny. I can’t believe she could ever have a romantic interest in someone as big as me. I mean, I might just not even fit in anyone that small.

Two days later I have lunch at the Subway where she works and when I go through the line I get a big smile and a “Hi, Dave” and I say “Hi, Sarah” and my friends look at me and make some inane comments about her being Kelly’s replacement. In fact, I already have a replacement for Kelly. One of her ‘friends’ that apparently had heard a lot from Kelly about everything we did with one another had called me pretty much offering herself as a replacement. Moira was at least as pretty as Kelly with an equally fantastic body and, as I learned almost immediately, a sexual hunger that needed satisfying. Except my friends didn’t know because I never discussed any girl I dated with them. And to some extent, I’m not dating Moira, just having sex with her. So far we’ve never gone anywhere but to bed.

I swim in the college pool regularly. Good for the long muscles, different than weight lifting. I want to stay in good shape, keep a healthy body. If nothing else, it helps make sex better. This is Thursday, a different day for me, open swimming time. I do a bunch of laps and stop for a moment and see a terrific female body climbing out of the pool. Really fit, strong looking legs and ass, really noticeable breasts. She stands on the side of the pool and takes off her bathing cap and I realize it’s Sarah. I swim over quickly and look up. “Hi, Sarah, I didn’t know you swam here.”

She looks down at me and grins. “Oh, hi Dave. Yeah. I think it’s important to stay fit. I pretty much just work, go to classes and study. I don’t have much spare time so I try to do things that are healthy. How about you, do you go to school here?”

I’ve climbed out. “Yeah. I’ve actually graduated. But I keep taking a class a semester so that I can keep using the gym and pool. I like to keep fit, too. What are you taking, what’s your major?”

“Education. I plan on teaching.”

“Do you have a few minutes?” I ask her, ” We could get a coffee or something at the Union.”

“Well, I don’t have much time but sure, I’ll meet you outside the locker room in a few minutes if that’s o.k.”

I agree and hurry in to change. Looking at her in a skimpy bathing suit gave me about half a hard on. She’s really built as well as being cute. And then I’m sort of ashamed of myself for thinking that way about her. I wait just a minute or so and she comes out. She’s really attractive. I’m sort of surprised I never realized how good she looks before. I mean I knew she was cute but she’s also sexy. We went to the Union and ended up both of us having some fruit juice. As we talked, I asked her if our being together would bother her boy friend.

“Oh, I don’t have a boy friend. I don’t have time for that. I work full time, take a full load of classes and my intellect is such that I have to spend a lot of time studying and doing the work that’s required.”

“But you’re beautiful,” I tell her, “You’ve had to have had boy friends. Some sort of sex life.”

She actually blushes. “No sex life, that’s for sure. And there won’t be unless I meet the right guy some day. Yeah, I dated a little in high school but I really don’t have time now, I have to concentrate on getting an education. Which reminds me, I have a class shortly, so it’s been great to see you Dave and thanks for the juice but I have to go.”

And that was that. I sat there and thought about her a little. I’m getting all the sex I can handle so I don’t know why I have any interest in her. It surprises me a little to have any interest in a girl that I’m not fucking. I mean, I’ve always had girls almost lined up, mine for the taking.

Over the next couple weeks I see her at Subway and on campus several times and we always say Hi and even talk a little. As we near the end of the Fall semester, posters for a campus dance start popping up everywhere. There was even one in the Subway. I ‘m having lunch there and Sarah is behind the counter and as she makes my sandwich I ask if she’s going to the dance.

“No, I don’t really have time. Some of my friends are going and want me to come too but you need a date and a nice dress and that’s just not me.”

“I’ll take you,” I said without even thinking.

She Kurtköy Escort looks up at me, through the glass that’s between us. “What?” she asks.

“I’m asking you to go with me to the dance. You don’t need any fancy dress, you’re attractive in anything.”

“I thought you had a girl,” she says.

“Well, I’ve had girl friends but nothing serious. Do you want to go?”

She keeps moving to her left as she puts my sandwich together and on the other side of the divider I move with her. She looks at me again. “O.k.” she says, “why not.”

I grin and say, “Terrific!” She hands the sandwich to the cashier and moves back down to wait on the next person but she looks back at me with sort of a questioning look as if she’s having second thoughts. I move down and stand behind the guy who just gave her his order. “When do you get off?” I ask.

“I lock up tonight,” she says.

“I’ll be here.” The guy turns and looks at me a moment, he’s a lot shorter than me, and I move away and get my iced tea and find a place to sit and eat my sandwich. Incidentally, I got those two additional pro athletes. That means over 3 million more dollars that I’m responsible for. And if they end up happy, I can probably get some more. Makes me wonder, who’s handling the college’s money, if any. I need to talk with one of my old professors. I’m actually earning a fairly normal income now.

I go to Moira’s as prearranged and let her know I have to leave a little early. We get naked and do all we can sexually with each other, oral, vaginal in several positions. I really bang into her hard to make sure she’s satisfied and worn out so that I can get away when I need to. I then go by my place and take a shower. For some reason I want to be clean when I see Sarah. I even wonder why I feel a little guilty about fucking another girl before seeing her.

I get to Subway about five minutes before it closes and sit and wait while she closes up. We then walk together to her apartment building. “I’m surprised you’re asking me to a dance,” she says.

“Well, I would like to go to the dance and I need a girl to go with me and I know you and you’re absolutely gorgeous so I’d like it to be you.”

“But I’ve talked to people around here. You’re somebody. I mean sort of a big shot, an ex-jock with some fame. And you’re twice as big as me, maybe even more. And I’m sort of nobody. I’ve got two years left to get a degree. I’m not well known.”

“Ah but you’re not a nobody to me. You’re a beautiful girl. A really nice girl. I like you.”

“I probably shouldn’t say this but since I’ve thought it, I might as well. You’re known for pretty girl friends. You’ve run through a bunch. I’m not like that. You aren’t going to have sex with me. I’m not sure that I absolutely need to wait until I’m married to have sex but I sure need to be sure about a guy.”

I crouch down. Not kneeling but way down so I can look her in the face. “I asked you to a dance, not to have sex. Yes, I have had sex with girls. And I don’t think it’s possible to have sex without some feelings. But I’ve never loved any of them and I don’t think any have loved me. It was pretty much just sex. You don’t ever have to have sex with me. I’m certainly never going to force you. I don’t know where this is going to go but it’s possible that you’ll end up being sure of me some time. But I’d want to be sure of you by then, too. And maybe it’ll never happen. Let’s just take it a day at a time.”

I kiss her. She kisses back. It’s the absolutely best kiss of my life. As we’re kissing, I stand, my arms around her. I still have to bend down to keep my lips to hers. Her arms are around me. We just keep kissing. When we finally break she just looks at me. “Whew,” she says. “That was very good wasn’t it?”

“Oh, the best,”I tell her. We kiss again and it may be even better than the first time.

Again she just looks at me for awhile. “I better go in,” she finally says. “It’s late.” She turns away and then looks back. “I close again tomorrow.” she says just before she goes through the door.

The next night I’m at the Subway again as she locks up and we start walking toward her apartment building. Part way, as we walk by a bench at a bus stop, I stop and pull her to me and kiss her. She puts her arms around me and we kiss and kiss. I actually lift her off her feet and turn and sit on the bench, still kissing her. She puts a knee on either side of me and sits in my lap as we continue kissing. We stop and I kiss around her face and she kisses around mine and then we get our lips together again. She moves her bottom a little so I know she can feel my erection. If we were naked she could just sit on me and take it up into her in this position. But we’re dressed.

She looks at me and grins, “I guess you like this,” she says, rubbing her bottom against my hard cock.

“I definitely do,” I tell her.

“I do, too,” she says, “but you probably can’t tell as easy as I can tell about you. I better get in, though. There’s no use teasing each other. “So we walk on to her apartment house and kiss a couple more times before she goes in.

We Ümraniye Escort go to the dance. It’s not formal but we’re both dressed nice. She has on a strapless dress with bare shoulders and a fair amount of cleavage, I have on a suit and tie. We do dance. And it takes a little getting used to each other. She’s five foot four inches as I learned and I’m six foot four. I weigh 240 pounds although I’m not fat at all. She weighs just a little over a hundred and ten. I suggest that I just lift her and hold her but she thinks we had better figure out how we do this now, so we dance with all feet on the floor.

We talk about a lot of things. She even asks, “Are you sure you want to date me? I mean the difference in our sizes creates some problems. And your size may create even bigger problems if we go on with this.”

“Well, I’m happy to know you’ve thought about sex. I’m no expert but from what I’ve read, size is a surmountable problem. If the time comes, you can deliver a baby and even a small baby is bigger than I am. So it might take some cooperation on both parts but I’m sure it can happen.”

She sort of giggles, leaning her head down into her clenched hand. “I didn’t really mean that,” she says, “but I’m sure you’re right.” Then she stretches her neck to look up at me and we kiss.

The dance is at the college. She lives close and so do I but I drive my five year old Honda Civic so we can go some place after the dance. We go to a little Italian restaurant and have some dessert and we talk a lot. When I drive her back to her apartment I realize what I have before that the console between the front seats does not contribute to good making out. I do the best I can, leaning her way so we can kiss and hold on to one another. The kisses are as good as before. In between, I kiss down onto her bare shoulders. After a lot of kissing, I get bold enough to kiss down onto the tops of her breasts that show above the dress. That seems to excite both of us and the kisses become a little wetter, our tongues battling each other.

I really don’t want to do wrong with her but my experience with women has involved sex pretty quick. So I do something. While we’re kissing, I unzip the back of her dress and then as I kiss down onto her breasts I push the dress top down. She doesn’t have on a bra. Apparently, the dress has built in support. So her beautiful, full breasts are out and I’m licking a nipple and playing with the other one. She’s making sort of heavy breathing noises and little moans and her h ands are mussing up my hair. But she isn’t stopping me. After a short while she sort of pulls on my hair and I get my face back up so we can kiss some more while I keep my hands busy on her breasts.

She lets me go on for a few minutes, then says, “I think we’ve gone further than I expected.” She pulls back some and pulls up her dress and reaches behind her to pull the zipper up. It’s not fully up, more of her breasts show than before, but the nipples are covered. “I never felt like that before. Maybe I’m going to have to start thinking about what problems your size might bring after all. But I think I better go in now.”

I walk her to the door again and we kiss some more, standing up, and she goes in.

I see her the next day in the college Union and we have fruit juice. She tells me, “You scare me some. I had my life planned. Work, classes, study. No boy friend. Get a degree, get a job. No sex involved. But last night, I loved what you did. I should have stopped you but I loved it. It gave me a feeling through my whole body that I’ve never had before. I need to either stop seeing you or accept that sex is going to become part of my life. That scares me a little. It’s different than I planned. But the way I felt last night, if we were someplace where we could, I probably would have let you go on until I lost my virginity. And I’ve never let someone at my body like that before. It’s scary.”

“I loved it, too. If you loved it, maybe you shouldn’t fight it.”

“But can I handle becoming one more notch on your bedpost, one more girl you’ve conquered. I don’t think I can. I think it would shake me horribly. But I can’t believe you’re ready to make any sort of serious commitment and I don’t know if I am either. You don’t know me that well and I don’t know you that well.”

“This can mean a change in my life, too,” I tell her. “I’ve had girls, very pretty girls, make themselves available to me from high school on. I took what was available and I enjoyed it a lot. A few of them indicated they might like something more but most had the same attitude, I did. Just enjoy it, make no commitments. None lasted all that long and there was always another after me immediately. I’ve never been with a girl, a nice girl is the description I guess, that sees sex as something more than fun, sort of a sport. But somewhere, sometime, I would hope to be married and have children and have the marriage last until I’m an old man. Sort of do what my parents did. Or still do, I guess since they’re still here. I never really thought about it a lot before. Maybe you’re that nice girl. I don’t know. Maybe I’m that nice guy for you. I don’t want to scare you but I do like you and would like to see more of you. And yes, I’d love to have a sexual relationship with you. And if it did work out, some day I would be willing to make a serious commitment. But I can’t guarantee it right now.”

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I awaken before Vika once again, untangling myself from the girl’s limbs carefully so as not to disturb her. I get up and pad out to the living room where I check the camera and batteries mounted on the tripod.

For now I merely want to see the quality of the video and to note what changes in lighting or camera angle would be beneficial when filming Vika’s next session. With the sound off I watch as Vika performs her schoolgirl routine, congratulating myself once again on how easy it had been to convince her to allow me to film her sexual awakening.

I retrieve the camera and move it to one of the back bedrooms of my beachside mansion, this one now specially equipped with extra soundproofing and a series of props added to create a sadist’s dungeon.

In the room blackened with scrim cloth there are wall shackles, ropes, whips, nipple and pussy clips, ball gags, and other items associated with dungeons and torture.

Once the camera is set up and rolling I put on my black hood with holes cut for eyes, nose and mouth, and over that a lightweight movie camera similar to those used by recon soldiers complete with a drop down viewfinder and tiny remote control that I could attach anywhere on my body using a lightweight adhesive. My costume also includes a heavy black robe and black boots. Next I apply several water based decal-style tattoos to my arms and chest, and create a wicked, ragged scar on my chest that looks realistic enough to alter my appearance. I check myself in the dungeon’s mirror and then sneak back into my bedroom where Vika still lies sleeping.

This episode has not been rehearsed by us in advance, my intention to make this as realistic as possible. Raw emotions are crucial to this version’s “authenticity”.

Turning on my head cam I enter the darkened bedroom, switching on the LED lights on attached to the straps on either side of my head. These powerful little lamps illuminate whatever I’m looking at in blinding white light.

In the viewfinder my hand reaches out and yanks the down the covers on my bed and then roughly throws Vika onto her back. She awakens with a startled scream, her eyes opening wide in terror but blinded by the LEDs. One of my hands clutches her throat while the other runs up and down her body, plucking nipples and pinching her pussy lips. My head follows my hand, the camera recording it all.

“Derek?” she cries in fear.

“Hah!” I laugh, disguising my voice. “He’s dead, you little whore!”

I order her to sit up, giving her a slap across her face to urger her to my wish. Quick as a flash I have her blindfolded, bound and gagged, her wrists tied behind her back.

Ripping off my camera and hood I don a pair of shorts and a T shirt. I snatch her up from the bed and sling her over my shoulder. I trundle her out the bedroom and through the kitchen, outside into the startlingly hot day. I circle my car with her over my shoulder to make her think I ‘ve walked farther, knowing that I’m screened from view by the privacy hedges surrounding my house. I open the trunk of my A6 and set her down on her side.

“Make a sound and you’ll be as dead as your boyfriend,” I threaten in my disguised voice. “He’s back there lying naked in a pool of his own blood. I’ve saved some in a cup for you to drink later on when I get you to rape town,” I laugh harshly. “I watched everything he did to you. I heard you beg him to fuck you. You’ll be begging for me, too, bitch!”

Vika begins trembling uncontrollably. I get in and start the car, pulling out onto A1A. I drive one direction for a few minutes and then turned into a neighborhood, turning left and right in a haphazard way to confuse Vika, then return to A1A and back home.

Having previously set the zone control central air conditioning system for maximum cool when we get there it’s well below 65 degrees, 30 below the human body’s normal core temperature of 98.6. With her still trussed and blindfolded I carry her through the house and down the hall to the room I’ve set up as my dungeon.

Vika is struggling, and when I set her down on her feet she makes a move to evade me. I catch her pin her to the wall, using my body mass as I quickly cuff her hands into the restraints. She’s crying, and she makes an attempt to kick me. I catch her foot and pull it down, latching it in to a restraint there. Then I do the same to her other foot.

I back away, not saying a word, allowing the camera a full shot of her lithe and underdeveloped young body against the black backdrop. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared, making her nakedness all the more dramatic.

I turn on the sound system and Death Metal music blares from the speakers, effectively drowning out any but the loudest cries. It is horrid music, but suits the mood I’m trying to establish and has the proper effect on little Vika, who tenses and writhes as the discordant notes and pounding cadence fills her head.

I get back into my costume, adding more black makeup around my eyes. Maltepe Escort I approach her again after switching on some overhead lamps which suffuse the room in an eerie yellow glow. I’ve turned off the LED lamps on my hoodie cam. I walk up, knowing she can’t hear me and blow lightly on first one side of her face and then the other. Her head whips from side to side.

I snatch off her blindfold, allowing her to see me for the first time. Her breath sucks inward in a frightened gasp; the hood, the robe and tattoos convincing her that I am not me, but a stranger who has somehow invaded her world and kidnapped her. She stares in horror at a crude wood sign with the words Rape Town scrawled in blood red paint upon it. I hold a straw to her mouth which leads to a beaker of liquid in my outstretched hand.

“Drink!” I command over the music, holding a steel cup to her lips.

Vika searches my face, or rather my mask, for any sign of recognition. I’ve even gone so far as to put in contact lenses which have altered my eye color to dark brown from their normal glacier blue. When she doesn’t drink quickly enough to suit me I reach out and grab her throat again. It’s then she notices the tattoos and becomes convinced that someone else besides me is standing before her. She begins to pee in fright, and I back up and catch some of the urine in the cup. I wait for her to finish, the urine pooling beneath her in a puddle. I pretend to drink a gulp, smacking my lips in delight.

The liquid in the cup, besides the trace of Vika piss, is a combination of mescaline, PCP and DMT. Two of these are psychedelic compounds, one very fast acting and short in duration while the mescaline takes longer to begin its effects which last for several hours. The PCP is an animal tranquilizer, portioned to such a minute quantity in the drink I’ve administered to Vika that she will only feel an out of body dopiness, enhanced of course by the hallucinogenic attributes of the DMT and mesc. The DMT will hit her first; suddenly and without warning, the MAO inhibitor I’ve added allowing it to become active through oral ingestion.

I wait for a long minute, turning my back to Vika while knowing my other cameras are busy recording the scene from their wall mounts. I slowly turn around, letting her see what I’m holding in my hand.

It’s a huge dildo, shaped like a severed arm, the head a balled fist. When she sees it her knees sag and she hangs by her wrists, her mouth agape and her eyes showing indescribable terror. I put it back on the table and pick up another device, this one a long, curved surgical blade that shines ominously in the reflected light. I rake it through the air in quick successive slashes and she goes wild, a keening wail issuing from deep inside her and rising above the grinding obscenity of the music.

I return this to the table and turn back toward her, in my hand a ball gag. I walk over and roughly strap it to her head, then pinch her nipples until they are hard. I can tell the DMT is affecting her, for her breathing is rapid and her eyes are twitching and blinking. I reach over and kill the music, the room going silent so quickly that it is shocking to both of us. God, I hate that shit.

I pull the blindfold down over her eyes and leave her there in the frigid room while the DMT plays with her mind. I turn the stereo back on, this time with a tape of people whispering and odd sounds like metal scraping and shit like that. It’s spooky as hell when you’re straight, so I know it’s going to fuck with her head while she’s tripping.

I know she is in another world when after removing the gag from her mouth she begins singing nursery rhymes in a strange, hollow voice. She’s no longer shivering from the cold, a typical response to a potent hallucinogen, where body stimulae are over-ridden by the kaiedescopic visions going on within the mind. I turn off the air conditioner and begin letting the room warm up. It shouldn’t take too long; it’s hotter than hell outside today.

I click on the neon sign attached to the wall across from her. It blinks on and off, on and off. It reads, “NO HOPE”. I remove the blindfold and she stares at the sign, hypnotized by the strobing message. I place wood clothespins on her nipples, and another on the outer lips of each labia, dragging them downward with their weight.

She begins to whine until I show her a different ball gag, this one with spikes protruding from it. Her eyes widen and she collapses against the restraints again.

I put the gag down on the work bench. I slip the blindfold back over her eyes, then turn off the sign. I remove the restraints from her arms and legs, then pick her up and carry her to a narrow horizontal bench about four feet off the floor and built upon a sturdy base.

She’s tripping heavily on the hallucinogenic soup I’ve given her, mumbling incoherently and docile as a little lamb. I lay her down on the bench and begin tying her with thick hemp rope, crossing her torso Cevizli Escort so that she’s trussed in a way which leaves her nipples exposed, her arms behind her back and her legs pulled apart with a spacer dowel of shiny black plastic between her knees.

I take the clothespins from her nipples and pussy lips and again remove the blindfold.

I want her to suck my dick, but I’m afraid she’ll recognize it and realize who I am. I stroke her pussy until she begins to moan, her body betraying her mind at my stimulation. I take a small vibrator off the bench and begin working it across her cunt lips and around her clit, using my fingers to open her.

She tries to resist what her body is experiencing, her mind stretched as tight as the ropes which bind her. She comes close to an orgasm but I don’t let her reach a climax. I take her back and forth several times like this, and I can see that each time it frustrates her further. Her pussy is opening and closing like a little clam whenever she gets close to coming, the pink lips clenching and releasing without conscious volition.

I know the mescaline is a powerful sexual inebriant at the dosage I’ve given her, and that her desire to climax is almost unbearable for her. After an hour of this torment I allow her to have her orgasm, and when she does it’s so powerful that it reminds me of a dog shaking the water from its coat. The quivers turn to trembles which in turn give way to spasms which wrack her body from head to toe. I suck and nibble her nipples as she climaxes, her flat chest so arousing to me that I hope she never develops any further.

After she’s come I flip her onto her belly, knowing it’s got to be uncomfortable for her the way she’s bound by the chafing ropes. Ask me if I give a fuck. Now she’s facing the floor and can’t see me or my cock, which is hard as a fucking steel rail, as it has been since I first brought her into my dungeon.

I roughly open her snatch with my fingers, and then spit onto her twat to lube it up, although she’s still pretty wet from her orgasm. I drive my dick into her and piston her ferociously. She’s my fuck toy now, and while she’s under the effect of the hallucinogens I know her body will respond no matter where her mind takes her.

I grab her under her hips and lift her so her little ass is poking up at me as I continue to pound her snatch. I slow and enjoy seeing how stretched her cunt is around my big cock, and gaze lustfully at how her lips elongate as I pull back. In and out I go, playing with her butthole and spanking her ass once in awhile.

The girl loves to fuck and even though she’s been drugged and traumatized, she begins pushing against my thrusts, her back arched and her head pulled painfully upward by the handful of blonde hair I’m yanking. I pull out and shoot my wad across her ass, one pulse of spunk landing in the middle of her back. She comes at the same instant, her moans laden with despair as her mind trys to come to terms with what’s happening to her.

I leave her tied and face down and bring her another glass of clear liquid to drink. I push the straw into her mouth and pull her head back with another handful of hair.

“Drink or die!” I snarl, knowing she’s still tripping her ass off. She searches my face, seeing only the hideous mask and hood, trying to determine whether there’s any humanity to be found. She sips tentatively until I pull from a pocket a straight razor. I snarl again for her to comply, raising my hand threateningly. Vika drains the glass and I release her hair. She slumps back down, crying.

This drink contains a sedative that will knock her out for an hour or so, mixed with some vitamin B12, which will help restore her nervous system and bring her down from the mescaline. Before it takes effect I flip her over onto her back and rub the huge dildo arm all over her, making her cringe when I come close to her pussy with it.

I pretend I’m going to open her and try to fit it inside her, going as far as squirting baby oil all over it, causing it to glisten in the weird lighting of the room. I turn on some red spot lights which beam straight down on Vika, and flick the switch to the neon “No Hope” strobe.

Her eyes slowly close and soon she’s asleep. I gently slap her face a couple of times to make sure she’s completely out. I pull on one of her pussy lips and tweak her nipple, too. She’s out like a light.

I untie her and carry her into a bathroom. I give her a sponge bath and check her carefully for any chafe marks from the ropes and hand prints or bruises from my games with her. There’s not a mark on her thankfully. I brush her hair, careful to get it parted right down the center the way she normally wears it.

I take a dab of toothpaste and smear it on her teeth and put a bit on her tongue. She swallows reflexively, carrying the mint throughout her mouth, masking the residual taste of the drugs I’ve given her. I carry her to my bed and stretch her out on it, covering Atalar Escort her with the sheet and light blanket.

I race back to the dungeon, stripping off my robe and hood. I pull the black drapes off the walls, letting the sunlight pour in. The red bulbs are changed back to regular spots and the neon sign comes down. I remove the upright wood frame with the restraints and the torture bench, fitting them up into the attic with all the other paraphenalia from the room. In less than fifteen minutes it looks just like a regular unused bedroom once again, with no trace of the horrors to be seen.

I hop in the shower and take a long, hot soak, careful to remove the actor’s black around my eyes, the contact lenses and the phony tattoos. When I’m done I dry my hair and put on some shorts and a T shirt. I make a couple of fruit smoothies and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for when Vika wakes up. It should be any time now, my formula being precisely measured for a girl her size.

I sit at my computer and check out the video of our S&M session. It’s turned out great. My camera placements had proven to be spot on to capture the various expressions of fear and desperation on her beautiful face, despite the variances in lighting I had used. Using a split screen while I worked I was able to keep an eye on Vika through the camera mounted on the ceiling fan right over the bed.

She bolts upright shrieking for help, then looks around with a freaked out expression. The poor thing is trying to make sense of how she ended up back in my bed, the drugs I had given her scrambling the signals so completely that I feel confident I can convince her that she’s experienced a terrible nightmare. I close the video and open a document file to replace it.

I turn at her scream and jump over to the bed to console her. Her eyes are as big as saucers and she’s trembling like a leaf.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I say, feigning surprise to her reaction.

“How did I get here?” she cries. “Where’s that man?” her head jerking around looking for the monster who had kidnapped her. “Oh my God, he told me you were dead!” she sobs.

“Sweetheart,” I say softly trying to calm her. “You’ve been here all afternoon. You must have had a bad dream.” I stroke her hair and she hugs herself tightly to me.

“No!” she insists. “A horrible man came in and snatched me up while I was asleep and then threw me in the trunk of his car and drove me someplace else. He said he had killed you with a knife….” She begins crying inconsolably.

“He put me in this room… it was like a dungeon or something. There was this loud music and lights going on and off — one of them was a sign that said No Hope,” she whispered, almost in shock from the memory.

I kept my arms wrapped around her, making soothing sounds of comfort.

“He tied me to a wall. I didn’t have any clothes on. I couldn’t see his face because he wore a mask. He made me drink something. It just seemed to be water, but pretty soon I began seeing colors dripping and melting all around and hearing voices like people whispering about me.”

“Honey, don’t think about it. It was just a bad dream. I mean, here you are and here I am, too. You haven’t gone anywhere. We took a nap, and you woke up a little when I got up. You said you weren’t feeling very well, so I let you sleep all afternoon.”

I start to get up but she won’t let me.

“Come on, sweetie! Let’s go out to the kitchen. I’ve made some smoothies and sandwiches for us. Maybe if you eat something you’ll feel better.”

“Derek, he raped me!” she whimpered, looking down at the sheets. “He had me tied up and face down on this weird table. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He fucked me real hard —- I can still feel it,” she said trying to convince me.

“Vika, you’ve been here all day,” I say more firmly now. “Lying right there sound asleep since about 11 o’clock. It’s about 4 now, so you’ve been out like a light for five hours.”

“No!” she insisted. “It happened. I can feel him touching me all over and doing things to me. I can still feel the ropes, goddammit!”

She pushes herself away from me and searched every inch of her body looking for a telltale sign to prove her story. She shakes her head in frustration and looks up at me.

“Derek, am I going crazy?” she asks. “It was more real than any dream I’ve ever had. It was more real than reality, if that makes any sense.”

“Darling, I don’t know what to tell you…” I sigh. “Dreams are funny things. The mind is the most powerful thing in the universe, at least as we know it. Sometimes weird things happen and parts of it start working that are normally shut down.”

I feel her forehead as if checking to see if she has a fever.

“I wish I knew what to tell you. Come on, let’s get something to eat and then we’ll go outside and maybe go for a swim if you want.”

“I think I want to go home, if that’s all right with you,” she asks timidly. “I need some time to try to figure out what’s happening to me. Can I come back over later on tonight? Maybe around 9 o’clock or so?”

“Sure, Vika. You can do whatever you want. I’ve got some errands to run anyway. Or stay home if that feels better to you,” I say in a dismissive tone.

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While home from my freshman year of college, my mom told me to go visit her friend’s house to help with the yard work. Being 19 years old, its much easier for me to work in the hot and humid southern air.

My mom’s friend is Lisa and she a 49 year old lady with a great sense of humor. Lisa has been single for a number of years due to a nasty divorce. Ever since I was in high school, I’ve been helping her with the upkeep of her place. It’s a modest ranch home on 3 acres of land with plenty of trees, which I’ve hated because of all the trimming after I mowed the yard. While driving over, I could help but think about her. It was winter break the last time I ran into Lisa at the grocery store and she still is one of the most beautiful women I know. She’s not what most call hot, but rather, she’s slim while not having to work out all the time. Basically, She still has plenty of curves. Lisa is about 5′-5″ and I’d guess to be about 150 lbs with slightly larger than average breasts. Her hair is curly and usually past her shoulders in length with amazing hazel eyes.

The reason I can explain her so well is that, in my belief, Lisa the reason for my secret fetish. While I appreciate a great ass, nice tits, pretty eyes just as much as the next guy, I have a weakness for armpits. It’s something that I keep to myself. I don’t care for hairy pits and if a girl has bad BO, that’s a major turn off. Nice, shaved (stubble is ok), clean armpits are a major weakness to me. The reason I blame Lisa goes back to when I had my graduation party. My parents hosted and everyone stayed late listening to music and sitting around the fire. Lisa was there, wearing her tank top, and dancing to the music. She had put her hands behind her head while moving her hips in the most erotic fashion a recent high school graduate could imagine. She looked at me and winked… I was in love. Every time I saw a girl pose like that, I’d think back to that moment. I still keep my fetish to myself because I find it weird and embarrassing. I haven’t found a serious enough girlfriend I trust enough telling, which is probably also why I’m still a virgin.

As I pulled into Lisa’s drive, I noticed the grass was already mowed but the trimming still needed done. Damn. I parked my car next to the house and she came out carrying two bottles of water.

“Here, it’s hot today and you’ll need this.” Lisa said, as she tossed me a water bottle.

“Thanks. What do you need done and where do you want me to start?” I asked.

Lisa replied, “Well, the trimming still needs done. I also need help replacing a fan on the back porch. That should be plenty for today. What would you like to do first?”

“Well, I should probably work on the fan and then trim. I don’t want to have the grass and weeds all over me while I’m hanging a fan incase I get into poison ivy while weed eating.” I reasoned.

“Ok, the ladder is in the shed.” She stated.

I walked to the shed to get the ladder but I couldn’t help think that I was a bit disappointed because she did have a tank top on. Just a normal T-shirt but she still looked amazing. Once I got the ladder and made it back to the rear of the house, Lisa had already gotten the new fan out of the box. I assembled the fan enough to make it easier hang and install, but left the blades and light fixture off. Once I got up the ladder, I had Lisa hand me the main housing. She was adamant that she held the ladder while I was on it. Even though it was only a 6′ ladder, I think it was more about simply having company.

“How’s your classes going?” She asked.

“Good. Calculus sucks but everything else is good”. I had just finished with the wiring and was trying to tighten the mounts. “I didn’t think engineering would be as tough as it has been. Could you flip the switches to see if the motor works?” I asked.

Lisa flipped the switch and all was fine. I was kind of in a hurry to finish the install because it’s was getting humid with not much for a breeze. The fan would surely be nice.

“If you don’t mind handing me the blades of the fan, that would help speed things up a bit” I said.

“Sure, but I don’t want you to fall.” Lisa said with concern.

“I’ll be fine, hand me one of them please.” As she handed me one, I attempted to get a glance down her sleeve. I couldn’t see anything but I still had 4 more tries. After I got the screws started, I asked for the next blade. Again, no luck with her sleeve. I eventually got all the blades on and screws started and not once was I able to catch a glimpse of her armpits. This turned into a bit of a disappointment. I then asked her to reach me up the screwdriver so I Anadolu Yakası Escort can tighten down the fan blades. When she handed it to me, I swear I felt her graze my shorts as if she were trying to cop a feel. I looked down inconspicuously and Lisa didn’t show any sign of having noticed what she did.

Lastly I needed the lighting attachment. “Lisa, can you hand me the lights? Be careful with it, it’s a bit heavier than the fan blades.” I said.

“Sure thing sweetie” she replied. A name she used for anyone who was younger and helped out around the house.

As she handed me the lights, I finally caught the glimpse I was after! Beautifully shaved and taken care of armpits. I could feel my dick instantly stir. I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much and show through my shorts. Then it happened. I felt that graze again. There was no mistaking it, Lisa definitely grazed my semi hard cock. I glanced down. Lisa must not have noticed. Her body language and expression showed that she had no idea what she had done. Yet, I was about to explode.

I finished the lighting portion of the fan and climbed down the ladder.

“Lisa, all is good with the fan and I need to get the trimming done now.” I told her. What I really needed to do was get to work and let myself settle down. My dick was starting to get hard and I could stop looking at Lisa.

“That’s fine. Thanks so much! The trimmer is in the shed next to where you got the ladder from.” She mentioned.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I returned the ladder to the shed immediately so she wouldn’t see my growing hard on. My only wish right now is that she knew how much I wanted her. Once I returned the ladder, the trimmer was right there. I had a few moments so I pulled out my cock and started stroking. After a few seconds of thinking about Lisa’s armpits, I stopped. The realization of needing to trim the grass and having a rock solid dick didn’t coincide well. So, I checked the gas and oil, really buying time to let my cock soften a bit, so that I could get to work. The faster I got done, the sooner I got home to jerk off. I was craving being able to cum while this image was fresh in my mind.

As I brought out the trimmer, Lisa stopped me.

“It’s really hot today, please take it slow and don’t over work yourself. I’m going to change and start hanging some lights for my party this weekend,” Lisa told me.

She was soaked in sweat. She didn’t smell of B.O. in fact, she still smelled of lavender. Damn, I wish I could find a girl like her.

About 20 minutes into trimming the edges, I glanced up to see her hanging her decorations. She had put on a tank top and I had the perfect view of her pits! To bad I was so far away. This was just another reason I needed to quickly finish and get home. I am planning on jerking off at least twice.

As I finished and started to replace the trimmer, Lisa ran over and asked if I trimmed next to the old oak in the back yard.

“You didn’t trim over by the old tree did you?!” Lisa asked.

“I did. I even made sure to keep clean lines for you” I replied.

“Oh no!! That was covered in poison!! I meant to tell you. You need to clean up. Your mother will be infuriated if I allowed you to get poison. Go take a shower in the guest bathroom and I’ll wash your clothes while you do” she insisted.

Being really sensitive to poison, I agreed and hurried off to shower.

As I undressed, I passed out my clothes as I was told by Lisa and showered. After the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down on the bed in the guest room. I’ve not felt as awkward as I do now in a long time. Lisa knocked on the door and said that my clothes are clean and sitting by the door. I opened the door and everything was there, folded, clean, and ready. I dresses and headed to the kitchen.

“Let’s drink a glass of lemonade before you go and enjoy the new fan you installed for me!” Lisa exclaimed.

I walked out and she sat down next to me. Lisa was still wearing her tank top and was glistening from her sweat due to the heat. She handed me a lemonade as she turned on the fan with her new remote.

“Thanks again for helping me today!” She said.

“No worries, let me know if you need help again this summer.” I replied.

Lisa pulled her hair back, exposing her armpits, and said, ‘I’m sure I will, it’s going to be a hot summer. But I do have a question.” She asked.

I was, again, getting a semi hard cock from her body, and started finding it hard to not show it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

Lisa reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts, “I know Bostancı Escort you noticed my touching of you earlier. Would you let an older woman enjoy your body for a little bit? Would you let me play with you?” She asked as she began slowly stroking me through my shorts.

I had no idea what to do so I just nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man. Please don’t tell your mother. Now, take off your shorts and let me see you!” Lisa demanded.

I stood up and, nervously, started to take down my shorts.

Lisa started, “I’ve noticed you looking at me. Would you like me to take off my shirt? Would that turn you on? Do you want to see my tits? I’ll show you if you promise to gently lick my nipples.”

This was it.. the moment I’ve wanted all my teenage life. I could only muster one word, “yeah”

Yeah… what the hell kind of reply is that?! All I knew was that this is the closest I’ve ever been to seeing boobs in real life and having a woman touch me.

“You cock is so hard!” She told me. She still hadn’t touched it directly yet. “Lay down. I’m going to let you lick my nipples while I make you feel better than any woman ever has” she promised.

I laid down. I was more than excited. Lisa was about to do something to me while I got to suck on her nipples. It’s not her armpits but, at my age, anything was good! She sat next to me. Under the new fan I installed on the back porch, she positioned herself so that she was sitting next to me. Her hips next to mine as she faced me. She used her right hand to touch my throbbing cock while showing me her tits. If she leaned over, her tits would be in my face. I could almost cum now thinking about it. She started by dragging her finger tips up my thigh, across my cock, and on too my stomach. She did this a few times, watching me squirm.

Lisa then said, “now, I’ll show you mine” as she started to take off her tank top.

I couldn’t help but watch her armpits as she took off her top. Her armpits were smooth, freshly shaven. They were not as tanned as the rest of her body and were so amazing that I could turn away and nearly came.

She started to rub my cock while I stared at her amazing tits. Lisa took my dick in her right hand and started to rub her nipples with her left. She was putting on a show for me. She then leaned over and put her left tit up to my lips.

“Lick my nipple gently,” Lisa demanded.

I did as I was told. I started by licking her nipple and then circling it with my tongue. Lisa wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and started to stroke me slowly. I was in heaven! The saltiness from her sweat was also tasty. I started to attempt to get more by licking underneath her breast.

“Ahh. You’re a salty snack person. Keep going, I’ll have you lick my other tit clean as well. You’re making this old lady feel good.” Lisa stated as she kept stroking my cock.

Precum was flowing at this point and she started to slow down even more. As Lisa tried to give me her other nipple, her hair got into my face. She pulled it back and out of the way but all I could see was her armpit. I felt my dick get harder and twitch. Her armpit was nearly on my face. This was my dream since a kid. She stopped stroking.

“Ohh. You like armpits?” She asked.

I was caught. She’d be the first to know. I had nothing to lose to I replied, “yes. But I’m embarrassed about it. I think it’s weird.”

Lisa replied, “don’t be. I have an idea.”

She then raised her arm and placed her hand behind her head. She looked at her pit and looked at me. She had a smirk. Lisa grabbed my cock and started stroking with force. I wanted to cum right then.

“Is this what you want? I can do better” Lisa stated.

At that moment, she leaned in and put her armpit in my face. I was about to cum when she stopped and started to play with my precum that had soaked my entire cock and her hand. She brought her armpit closer and said, “lick the salt from my pit! Be gentle.”

I started licking her armpit. She still smelled of lavender but she was salty. I’m glad she stopped jacking me because I’d have cum right now. As I finished licking her pit, she sat up. And licked some of my precum off her fingers.

“If you’re into my armpits, I’ll let you cum to them if you let me cum the way I need.” She offered. I couldn’t decline this opportunity.

“Anything!” Is all I could say.

Lisa stood up and took offer her shorts exposing her skimpy panties. Her ass was in great shape considering she is nearly 50.

“I’m sure I’m not as hot as the girls you’ve been Ümraniye Escort with in college.” Lisa said.

“I haven’t been with a girl yet.” Is all I could reply.

Lisa stopped. She got a very devilish look on her face. “Well, I’ll make this experience a good one.” She turned and slowly took down her panties. Bending over to get them off, she gave me an amazing and up close view of her ass. I wanted to bury my face in it.

She then turned around and looked at me. She took the crotch of her panties and held it to my nose, “here’s a tease. I want you to smell me. My pussy made these panties wet when you licked my nipples. I’m going to own you today.”

Lisa then took her panties and put them in my shorts pocket. “You can have these as a souvenir from today.” She told me.

Lisa then climbed on top of me and sat down on my hard dick, pressing it between her wetness and my groin. She started to grind herself agains my dick, combining our juices. Her tits were hanging down toward me, giving me a view of a lifetime. Lisa started moaning and biting her lower lip. “It’s time we fixed your virginity issue.” She said as she slid a bit further forward. She rocked her hips a little more than she had been and I felt warmth surround my cock as she slowly sat backwards. “Oohhh” she moaned. Lisa sat upright and smiled. Lisa pulled her nipples a bit and then held her hair up on top of her head as she began rocking her hips. “Go ahead and take a look. Do you prefer my tits or my armpits?” She asked.

All I could muster was a “both. Lisa, I think I’m going to cum soon. Ohhh. Ohh.”

Lisa smirked, “come on baby. Cum in my pussy while you stare at my pits. Cum for me.”

She rocked a few times more and I started to cum harder than I ever have. “Oh fuck!” My dick was pulsing. Lisa kept rocking slowly. She then laid back down on top of me without letting me slip out of her. She gave me a gentle kiss and started fucking me again. After a few minutes I was getting turned on again.

“I can feel you getting harder again inside of me… perfect” Lisa exclaimed.

I could still feel all my cum in her pussy. Lisa smiled a devilish grin and said, “it’s my turn to cum now and your going to learn how to please a woman.”

Lisa then stood up, quickly turned around and stood over my face. I could see my cum oozing out of her pussy. She started to squat down onto my face and my heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted her ass on my face just a few moments ago but now she was full of my cum. Before I could think, she had sat right down on my face and I could feel her hand on my cock.

“Start licking. Enjoy the taste. You like salty snacks, here’s one for you.” She started to rock as my tongue darted into her pussy. I could feel her hand massaging her clit at the same time. Lisa then moved back a few inches. “Lick here” she said. I could feel her guide my tongue to her clit. She sat upright on my face which caused my nose to rub her vaginal opening. As she started grinding, I could feel my cum all over her. She moved forward a bit again and said, “lick all of your cum off of me. Do it now.” I did as she said. It was salty but also mixed with her juices. I felt her jerking me off as I was licking up my own cum from her pussy. She then started grinding on my face as she moved back so I could lick her clit again. I could hear her start to moan again and felt her thighs tighten against my head.

“Oh damn! I’m cumming! Clean my dirty pussy. Fucking lick it! Oh! Oh!” Lisa screamed.

Once she finally stopped, she got off of me and sat next to me.

“Well, that’s a side of me you haven’t seen before. I hope it wasn’t too much for you.”

“Wow!” I had no words. I was in heaven.

Lisa raised up one arm and put her armpit in my face. “Well, take one last look and kiss it. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You should also. Meet me in the kitchen in 5.”

I did as I was told. I gathered my clothes and stumbled to get my shorts on. My legs were weak. I eventually made it to the kitchen and washed my face. Lisa came in, back in a t-shirt and smiled at me.

“Lisa, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I told her.

“That’s ok. You’ll know what to say from now on. It was your first time. Just savor it.” Lisa then walked over and gave me a hug.

“Will you be available in a couple of weeks to help with some more chores?” Lisa asked.

“Sure thing! Let me know when.” I said with a smile.

“I’ll let you know. Drive home safe.” She said as she walked me to the door.

As I got into my car to leave, my phone alerted me to a text from Lisa. It was a picture of her left armpit and tit. Of course, I couldn’t prove it because her face wasn’t in it but I knew it was hers. The text read, ‘for you to use when you remember that you still have my soiled panties in your pocket. xoxo.’

This was going to be an amazing summer.

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