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Author’s note: This is a short short story, with no sex. It is a character in one of my novels. If anyone is interested in a writing challenge, try writing this girl’s diary. Feel free to contact me.

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Have you ever dreamed of being snatched out of your life into something much grander? That happened to me. One day I was a waitress at a greasy spoon diner. The next day I was working for Richards Enterprises and was introduced to my mistress. The next I was given to her. It was like a dream come true.

I am very quiet. Even I think so. Finding the right word can be so difficult. By the time I was old enough for school, everyone tended to avoid me, even the bullies. I guess it is not fun if you cannot get a reaction. I made decent grades in school, because all the tests are in writing, but most of my teachers treated me as if I were slow. After high school, college was not an option. There was no money and no one thought I was good enough anyway.

It goes without saying that I never had a serious boy friend. What might be harder to believe is that no one tried to make me a one night conquest. Not even Ted hit on me, and he claimed every other girl in the class. The weird part is that I would have let them. By my junior year, all it would have taken was, “Let’s go fuck.” I would have tried anything the guy, or the girl, wanted to do. Instead I went home and read fantasy stories about women who get enslaved by barbarians, but manage to cope through sex. You have heard of Gor, right?

After high school I had to find work. That was easy sometimes. I look good on paper. Some people only want to read the application and see you nod to what they say. I had trouble keeping a job. Sooner or later the owner or manager would get tired of me not saying anything and find a reason to fire me. It was pretty harsh. I drifted down to a job waiting tables at a coffee shop on 7th Street. It was working pretty well, because no one wanted Escort Ankara to hear about daily specials.

Then it happened. Two guys came in for lunch. They were talking about erotic photography, the kind with handcuffs. I was getting wet just hearing about it. Then they noticed me listening. A few minutes later one of gave me a card saying Richards’ Enterprises and told me to call in the morning. When I did, they told me I had been hired at the diner, so I was already late for work.

That day I met Mistress Cynthia. She warned me not to call her that, but I still think it. Mistress knew exactly what I was from the first time we met, even if I did not, yet. She told me about Jason, and how she had tied him up for the picture. I was wet before I even met him. Then I saw the video we took the picture from.

You have probably seen the picture by now. It is a simple upper torso portrait of a bound man, staring at something outside of the frame. It is the expression that gets everyone. There is a mixture of pain, fear, longing and lust, all at once, and all folded into a beatific expression of acceptance. The object he was staring at was a riding crop in Mistress Cynthia’s hand. Jason and I walked through the entire scene, frame by frame, from all four angles, looking for the perfect shot. Mistress pulled it out in less than a minute. Even Peter, who does this for a living, does not know how she does it. Mistress is very gifted.

For work, Mistress put me with Jason. We worked at the simple, repetitive but tricky part, while she, Peter and Justin worked on the fancy part. It was nice. Jason and I worked well together. After we were done for the day, Mistress sent me to her friend Francine. It was interesting. Francine had me strip naked, then kneel with my hands behind my head, then went away for a very long time. Mistress told me later that Francine had apologized for being gone so long.

When she finally Ankara Escort came back, Francine showed me how to maintain the posture more easily, which I liked a great deal. Then she showed me Second Posture, which is exactly what I needed. I sit on my heels, knees apart, with my hands behind my back holding the elbows. It is very relaxing, yet it gives Mistress easy access to my pussy and my tits. Mistress has gone so far as to bind me in the posture when I am observing her work, though she usually includes a butt plug and dildo or ben wa balls.

That was how I went, in less than a week, from a lonely girl who had never been kissed, to the happy submissive of my Mistress. In my entire life, the only one that had every made me cum was me. Mistress has found all sorts of ways to make me cum, usually involving whipping my pussy in some way. It is so much more satisfying than spanking it myself, which I had done for so long. Perhaps I should explain spanking pussy, since it does not appear to be well understood.

When I was in grade school, I was running in the school parking lot and never saw a short metal pole. Bang. The next thing I remember was the nurse’s office, with my skirt up and my panties down. Mrs. Voss was prodding the area below my belly. The bruising was very serious, so it must have already been coloring and swelling. I can remember that some pokes hurt and others hurt, differently.

The next day, my mother took me to see Dr. Carlson. He had my mother hold me while he examined the same area. Again, some of his prodding made me squirm because it hurt, and some of his prodding just made me squirm. There was a difference. This time my hands were held.

This was to become a pattern for the next several days. Every night my mother would hold my arms, while she tested the tenderness of my pelvic area. There was a bump that never completely went away, but the bruising did. This is one place where Ankara Escort Bayan being non-verbal probably helped. Mother would have stopped if I had said what I was thinking. She might have taken me to a shrink.

In any event, the bruising improved and the probing stopped. Naturally, I started doing it myself. Just probing with fingers was nice. It did not take long to figure out where the sensitive spots were. I can remember wondering why Dr. Carlson and Mother never touched me quite that far down. After a while, I discovered I could get a bit of that mix of pain and pleasure if I hit it with my fingers. Soon I was literally beating on my special place like a drum. I used the sticks from a toy drum they had at school. They are sticks about six inches long, with round rubber balls at the end. I still have them.

A while later, I had a discovery. It worked better if there was something in the slot. Fingers soon gave way to other things. I broke my own hymen before I turned eight. It was with the handle of mother’s hair brush. The blood scared me, but I was in the bathroom, so I was able to clean it all up. The incident did teach me caution about using anything with even a slight edge.

The whole thing with having the arms held took a lot longer. Tying your own arms is counterproductive for autoerotica. I did not rediscover that, really, til I met Mistress. She has tied me up and whipped my pussy so much better than I ever did by myself. Now one of my fantasies is being tied to a bed, spread wide, with Mistress drumming my special bump to Michael Jackson’s Beat It.

Mistress knows me so well. It is funny, I suppose, that I lived 19 years, and never realized I was a submissive with masochistic tenancies. Sean Richards recognized it as soon as he saw me. Mistress not only recognized it, she has been training it. My favorite was the office party. She had me kneel and blow Jason, with everyone watching. Then I was turned over and Peter stuck his big cock in my ass and pounded me out. I must have cum five times. Afterward Mistress told me never to forget that it had been a scene. Scenes are pretend. Life is something else.

Tonight I am supposed to go with Jason and not pretend.

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The stimulation was too much, and a small amount of cum seeped out of his slit, thick and white as it traveled the length of his cock. Greedily she licked at it, taking the time to clean his slit of any residue that might still be there. Once it was gone, she pulled away. Danny felt no relief from the brief cum; in fact, it actually made things worse because his hopes for relief had been raised.

Several minutes later (or was it hours? Danny really wasn’t sure; he’d dozed off), he felt the table move, then a hand on his cock and the unmistakable sensation of a very wet pussy coming into contact with his cockhead. Oh God, yes, he thought.

He had no idea what was in store for him, but he knew that he wanted to fuck her really bad. She moved frantically above him, rubbing his cockhead along her outer lips, soaking it in her juices. She was so hot, and so wet, that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she came right there.

She pressed down, applying pressure, trying to insert his cock in her, but the head was too big. She whimpered and panted; her voice sounding high pitched and desperate. He could feel her rocking back and forth, trying to get his cock in; because of her position over him, he was unable to thrust upward to help. Her efforts finally paid off and he felt his cockhead move forward and into her pussy. She simultaneously sighed and moaned as it touched a sensitive spot inside her. Once she hit bottom and he felt the hot sticky wetness of her pussy on his pelvis, she slowly withdrew until only the head remained embedded. He could feel her legs quivering with the effort, and would have smiled in satisfaction had he not been juggling so many other feelings and sensations.

She felt incredible! He’d wanted to fuck her since she first bent over in his office, and now here he was, his cock sliding into her, the movements tortuously slow. He was so caught up in the act of fucking her that it took him awhile to notice that there was a warm hot mouth on his balls.

Oh shit, he thought, how the hell did she do that. He could see her dimensions in his minds eye, and could not imagine a position that would allow her to screw him in this position AND lick on his balls; it simply wasn’t possible.

The tongue was doing incredible things to his balls while he was being fucked, swirling around the sack, kissing and sucking, and occasionally venturing up to the shaft in between down strokes. He wanted to call out, to ask what was going on, but thought better of it, not so much out of fear of breaking the rules and her filing her report as much as out of fear that she (they?) might stop. Whoever it was that was impaled on his pole started to chant (he could no longer be certain that it was Carnie), “Uh huh, Uh huh” under her breath, and started to slow her strokes to delay her cumming. He felt the mouth on his balls move up to her pussy, trying to coax an orgasm out of it by matching the strokes with that wonderful tongue.

Sure enough, that was all it took to push her over. He felt her pussy contract as her orgasm began, and the chanting got faster. Apparently, as her pussy got tighter and encountered the thickness of his bound and restrained cock, it set off a second orgasm right after the first started. The force of cumming back to back twice caused her to knees to buckle, ramming his cock in up to the hilt; as his cockhead plowed deep inside her, an orgasm was touched off and she screamed. This was more than his abused cock and balls could handle. His balls began to contract, trying to force cum through his bound shaft. Unfortunately, Carnie had done a good job (actually, she had redone the bindings while he slept), and nothing was able to break free. He groaned in pain as his cock spasmed inside her, unable to drain any of the cum that had built up. The spasms extended the third orgasm, causing the woman to lean forward spent and exhausted.

Gradually the woman on top of him reluctantly removed his cock from inside her by standing up, his cock withdrawing with an audible, wet pop. She climbed down moved away from the table. All of this activity was taking an incredible toll on his body. Escort Sincan In spite of the pounding in his crotch, he fell asleep again. He awoke with Carnie’s voice in his ear. “Wake up sleepy head. We’re not done yet.”

He shook his head to clear it, and quickly realized that his hands and feet were now free, but his cock was still bound.

“You did good. As a reward, I’ve decided to give you a show. Sit up and swing your legs over the side, but do not remove the blindfold.” Danny did as he was told. Carnie (at least this time he thought that it was Carnie) grabbed his hand and coaxed him forward, off of the table. She maneuvered him to a dinette chair that had been place in the center of the living room.

“There is a chair behind you,” she said. “Please sit down.”

Once he did, she pulled his hands behind him and handcuffed them securely to the legs of the chair. Next, she tied his legs tightly to the front legs of the chair with his legs spread. Without warning, she began to kiss and lick his cock, savoring the pussy juice that had dried on it from his earlier encounter. He shifted his hips, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his balls.

With a final lick, she stood up. “Ok, Danny; show time!”

As she leaned forward to remove the blindfold, her nipple grazed his lips. He clamped his mouth around it, teasing the point with his tongue and sucking hard on it. Her hands faltered.

“Oh God damn. Yes!” she moaned. “Oh yes, that’s it.”

Reluctantly, she finished removing the blindfold and stepped back. As his vision cleared, he was able to confirm that they were not in the room alone. On the floor across him, rubbing her pussy feverishly, was his wife!

“Melanie!?!” he shouted, shocked and confused.

Carnie shot him a warning glance, and he wisely decided against following through with the questions that sprung immediately to mind at the sight of his wife on the floor playing with herself. Carnie moved over to where Melanie lay and nestled between her legs.

Physically, the two women could not have been more different. Melanie had small, lemon sized tits capped with slight, pink nipples. Her thin lanky frame made it appear that she towered over Carnie, when in fact she was only 3 or 4 inches taller. Her hips were narrow and her stomach flat; she’d always enjoyed sex but had never been particularly adventurous. Until now, that is.

“Did the big thick cock abuse your poor little pussy?” Carnie asked as if speaking to a child. “Would you like Carnie to make it better?”

Melanie’s eyes were closed and it looked like she hadn’t heard her. Her legs were spread wide, and Danny could see where her pussy lips were red and swollen from the onslaught on the table; she looked like she had been gang banged. His cock throbbed at the realization that that had been his wife up there. She’d never cum multiple times before with him, but from the looks of her pussy, she’d been run through the ringer and enjoyed it. It was still wet and glistening, and it looked like she was trying to work herself into another orgasm.

Carnie firmly grabbed Melanie’s wrist and removed her hand from her pussy. Danny watched in amazement as Carnie used her free hand to spread Melanie’s pussy and suck deeply, making her tongue pointy and fucking her with it. To his knowledge, Melanie had never cheated on him, and certainly had never been with another woman, but she seemed to be getting into this. Freeing her hand, Melanie grabbed Carnie’s head with both hands and pressed it firmly into her pussy.

“Oh Jesus, yes! Yes!” she moaned, humping Carnie’s face, oblivious to the fact that Danny was staring at her slack jawed. “Swing around; let me taste that wonderful pussy!”

What the hell was going on? Danny’s head reeled as he watched the mother of his children, a prim and proper woman by anyone’s standards, engage in a hot and steamy 69 session with Carnie. The women turned so that Carnie’s ass was facing Danny and he had an unobstructed view of his wife hungrily lapping pussy, burying her face as deep as it would go.

“I’m going to cum, Carnie. Keep it up, right there!” Contradictorily, Carnie stopped.

“No!” Melanie whined. “I was so close!”

She tried to reach around Carnie and bring herself off, but Carnie blocked her access. Frustrated, she dropped her hands to her sides. “I think we can do better than this, don’t you Mel?” No answer. Carnie stood up. “You’ll cum again, I promise, but it’ll be my way. Go kneel in front of Danny and get on all fours.”

Walking toward her husband, Danny searched her face for some sign of recognition, but she was too far gone, her face the picture of lust. Following Carrie’s instructions, she positioned herself in front of Danny on her hands and knees, her face at his crotch, and her ass pointing at Carnie.

“Suck him.”

Her mouth was incredibly hot, like she was running a temperature. He could not believe the vigor with which she attacked his cock. She had no trouble opening her mouth wide enough to get the head in, and she did so, doing her best to swallow him whole. She reached under herself to finger her dripping pussy, but Carnie slapped her hand away.

Unfortunately, the blowjob was anything but pleasurable for Danny; he’d Sincan Escort built up so much cum he was afraid that he was going to rupture something.

Without saying a word, Carnie nudged Melanie’s head, and she removed her mouth. Danny hadn’t noticed, but Carnie had picked up a vibrator from somewhere. It was cock shaped and 10″ long, but not quite as thick around as he was.

“Don’t turn around,” she said as she slipped the dildo between Melanie’s legs, getting it nice and wet from the juice dripping out of her pussy. When it was well coated, she said “Time to take your virginity, dear. Tell your husband that you want me to fuck your ass.”

Danny’s eyes grew wide with shock. There was no way she could take that thing in her ass. During a particularly wild night early in their marriage he had slid a finger in there, and Melanie hadn’t spoken to him for almost two weeks. Apparently, Melanie didn’t remember that incident, or she simply no longer cared. This time, she didn’t even hesitate. “Danny,” she begged. “Please tell her to fuck me in the ass. I NEED to cum! Please Danny, do it. Do what she wants!”

Dumfounded, Danny did as she asked. “Carnie, fuck Melanie’s ass with that thing,” he asked, his heart in his throat. It wasn’t fair that he wouldn’t be the first!

“Are you sure?” Carnie asked teasingly?

Danny looked at his wife and saw the wanting in her eyes. He looked at Carnie and nodded.

Again from somewhere unseen, Carnie picked up a container of petroleum jelly and scooped a glob out with her fingers. Slowly she spread it around Melanie’s asshole, and then started to work it in with her finger. Melanie grunted as the finger entered her, but said noting else. As soon as the first finger could move around easily, Carnie worked in a second, then a third. Melanie laid her head on Danny’s lap whimpering, but offered no protest.

Carnie rubbed the dildo between Melanie’s legs a few more times then placed the tip on her asshole. Slowly but firmly she pushed on it until it pushed past her anal ring. She waited a moment, giving Melanie a chance to get used to its thickness. Danny looked down and saw his wife’s eyes squeezed shut. Carnie began sliding it in slowly again, and Melanie started panting in short rapid bursts. At about six inches, Carnie reversed the motion, pulling it all the way out, leaving Melanie’s asshole gaping. She pushed it back in a little quicker the next time, and was soon pumping it in and out smoothly. Melanie’s head began lolling back and forth in time with the dildo’s movements, and when Danny looked down the next time there was nothing but pleasure on her face. She started pushing her ass back on the dildo, trying to get more depth out of each stroke. Her moans were getting louder now, and Danny knew from experience that she was well on her way to another orgasm.

True to her word, Carnie delivered a mind blowing cum. While fucking Melanie’s ass, she reached over with her free hand and began rubbing her clit. Melanie’s body grew confused, unsure which way to hump, pleasurable sensations coming from two different directions. She finally worked into a rhythm that involved her rolling her hips to maximize the pressure in both places. As her pace picked up, Carnie rubbed harder on Melanie’s clit, until Melanie let out a long deep moan and collapse onto the floor, dildo still sticking out of her ass. Danny’s cock convulsed as he tried to cum again, but still nothing came out.

It had been hours since Carnie had cum last, a condition she planned to address immediately.

Standing and stepping over Melanie, she straddled Danny’s chair and stuck a nipple in his mouth. He suckled on it, nibbling and biting, causing her to actually drip onto his lap. He increased his attention, moving between her nipples in rapid succession.

“I can’t stand this anymore,” she said. “I need to cum bad.”

Moving back slightly, she reached below her and tried to guide his cock into her waiting pussy, but like Melanie, had trouble working the swollen head in. After a little more work on her very hard, very sensitive nipples, it slid in with a sucking sound. Danny saw stars! Carnie had the most amazing pussy he’d ever felt, soft and warm inside, it was as if each muscle had wrapped itself around his cock and was steadily massaging it. When she rose up, it felt like her pussy gripped and climbed, but when she slid down, it was like fucking warm pudding. He moaned into her tit, which made her pump a little harder.

Because she was so small, it took awhile to get Danny all the way in. Her pussy felt stretched and tight and full. She thought she could actually feel the ridge of his head and the veins on his shaft, she was so turned on. She knew she wouldn’t last long at this rate. As she increased her pace, she felt his body tightening under him, and knew he was reaching orgasm again. Deftly reaching behind her, she undid the straps and bindings that had held his cock and balls prisoner for all of this time. In reaction to this newfound freedom, Danny’s orgasm peeked, and he began shooting load after load of hot cum into her. Deep inside, Carnie felt the cum stream into her, and her orgasm also began. Her pussy clenched Danny’s cock milking the cum, as she slammed repeatedly onto his Sincan Escort Bayan lap, unable to hear or see anything over the roar of her orgasm and the slap of their crotches. It was a wonder the chair didn’t collapse under the pressure. It felt like he came for hours there were so much cum, and in the end she must have reached her limit because gobs started to drip out of her pussy as she leaned against his chest, worn out. She rose and kissed him, snaking her tongue into his mouth. Cum continued to drip down her leg as released his hands, then untied his legs, and walked over and flopped on the couch. When she didn’t say a word, Danny spoke up.

“Now what.”

“Now nothing. I’m done. Every part of my body is sore. The two of you wore me out.”

He looked over at a clock that was sitting on the end table. It was 9:00 in the morning!

“So then, we’ve got a deal?” he asked, mimicking her statement from the night before. She nodded.

“Ok then, I have a question. What the hell is she doing here?” he asked, pointing to Melanie, who’d moved to any easy chair in order to get a better view of the last coupling.

“Oh that,” Carnie grinned. “Well, I kind of called her and told her that it was very important that she meet me, because you needed her help. Like the good wife, she came right over. When she got here, I told her that you had sexually harassed me at the office, and I didn’t know what to do. She was destroyed. Then I offered her a drink.”

“And another,” Melanie added. “And another. And then one more still. I was so mad at you Danny! Eventually, I realized that I was in no condition to drive home, and even if I could, I couldn’t let the kids see me like this. So I called Beth and asked her to pick them up and let them sleep over. I said that I’d had a horrible day, and I would explain everything tomorrow. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was naked, and Carnie,” she looked over, “was DOING things to me. I was appalled, but they felt so good; after awhile, there was enough alcohol in me that I didn’t care that it was another woman.”

“We were having so much fun, I finally came clean with Mel,” Carnie continued. “I told her the truth. She said it sounded kind of kinky, and wanted to watch. One thing led to another, and now here we all sit fucked out!” She smiled. Danny didn’t know whether to be mad, sad or what. This woman had blackmailed him and basically raped his wife. But it was the most incredible experience he’d ever had. His cock was already stirring at the memory. As it sprung back to life, he looked down at it, then over to Carnie.

“Looks like somebody’s still got some lead in his pencil!” Danny blushed.

Standing she asked, “Want to do one more round?”

Danny looked at Carnie, then at Melanie, then back to Carnie. Ahhh, what the hell, it’s not like it was really cheating, was it? After all, Melanie was here. Danny walked over to the couch and turned Carnie around.

“I want you from behind this time,” he said.

She bent over and braced herself on the back of the couch, her ass pointed up and her pussy spread wide. She was still dripping from the last fuck, so he entered her easily. She pushed back on his cock, wedging it in tightly. Slowly he pumped into her, drawing out and plunging in. Occasionally he would “miss” on reentry and brush her clit, making her shiver. He could tell that she was enjoying it, because she would snarl as he stroked.

Trying not to draw attention to himself, he gestured for Melanie to come over to the couch. Without speaking, he indicated that she should come around and over the back, so that her pussy would be in Carnie’s face. As soon as she was in position, Carnie took the hint began to munch on Melanie’s pussy, snaking her tongue in and chewing on her pussy lips like a woman possessed.

Danny used her distraction to his advantage and, on his next down stroke plunged his cock deep into Carnie’s ass. She may have gotten Melanie’s ass, but damned if he wasn’t going to get some of hers. Already slick with his cum and her juices, her ass provided only minimal resistance as his engorged cockhead forced her apart.

“Unnnhhhh,” she moaned, but was cut of as Melanie pressed her cunt tighter to her face.

Her ass was much tighter than her pussy, and Danny could actually feel the friction as he plowed deep into her. His cock was definitely the widest thing that had ever been in it but he was relentless, pounding into her asshole without giving her time to adjust to his thickness. He leaned into her, reaching over to tug on her nipples roughly while he stuffed his cock into her anus. The three moved in unison, Danny punishing Carnie’s ass while she ate Melanie’s pussy like it might be her last meal. Melanie came first, possibly because she stared intently at Danny’s cock while it moved in an out of Carnie to go along with the tongue bath she was getting. She bucked her hips and flailed her arms as she came, almost falling backwards off the couch. Danny pulled out of Carnie’s ass and sat down, pulling her on top of him and so that he could suck on her wonderful tits while they continued to fuck. Grabbing her hips, he picked her up and pressed her down on his cock like a doll, controlling the speed and force of their fucking. Melanie, recovered from her orgasm, knelt between his legs and worked on his balls like Carnie had done early. As he felt the cum building in his balls, Danny increased the speed, angling Carnie so that his shaft rubbed her clit with every stroke. This time, she came before him.

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Author’s note: If you’re looking for realism, look elsewhere. This is pure depraved and over-the-top fantasy. It was a ton of fun to write, and I hope it gives you some pleasure to read. Apologies in advance if there are any grammar/spelling errors!

*****

Tolstoy said it best. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. I’ll be honest. As a kid, I didn’t realize we were unhappy. My father, a conservative pastor in our Pennsylvania town, was strict, but we had good times still. Family picnics where my mother brought homemade fried chicken and fresh strawberries. Winters around the fire reading, either separately or as a family-we didn’t have a television or a computer until the year I left for college. Cleaning the house on Saturday evenings in preparation for church on Sunday. My twin sisters Lily and Rachel, two years younger than me, racing to see who would get to help my mother make a pie. There were lots of wonderful moments.

But my father’s rigid discipline limited us in ways I didn’t recognize until I left for college. No tv and no computer was one thing, but he insisted on homeschooling us too. He bought all our clothing second hand-sweatshirts and t-shirts and baggy jeans-because he didn’t want us to be too focused on appearances. And if Saturday nights were family bonding, Sundays were dry and dull: family prayer, then church, then private study in our rooms, then gathering for a family meal, then another sermon from my father. He warned us again and again against sin, and I was sure the world was an evil place that would try to drag me down to hell at its first opportunity.

When it came to sex, I don’t know what lecture my sisters got, but I know I was told about the wickedness of masturbation, looking after women to lust after them, and even thinking too much about kissing. He painted such a detailed picture of being tormented by devils and the temptation of Adam by Eve that I was almost afraid to look my sisters and mother in the eye, let alone strangers out there on the streets. We stayed in the house mostly, reading and playing board games and trying our best to be good righteous Christians.

And then I went to college.

For most of my first two years at the small private college I kept to myself. I had a private dorm room, I attended my classes and went to a Bible study group a few times a week, and I spent most of my time reading history books and hiking in the mountains, trying to stay away from the temptations of the flesh that were all around me. The way college girls dressed-so different from my mother’s conservative skirt and blouse combos and my younger sisters’ baggy clothing-left my jaw on the floor for the first week of school, and I knew if I didn’t protect myself I would find myself caught up in a web of lust that I wouldn’t be able to get out of. The solitude of the mountains, I thought, would keep me safe and pure until I could meet a righteous Christian woman back home. The few women in my Bible study group were all old enough to be my mother.

In a way I was right. I met a woman from back home on those very trails, and she did exactly what I was afraid of: demolished my world in ways I never imagined and led me into the life of sin I feared. What I didn’t expect was that I would be forever grateful for it.

I first saw April on the trail ahead of me, sitting on a rock, massaging her calf. She was short, only 5’3″, but the tiny shorts she was wearing made her legs look long. Her red hair was tied into two braids that hung over her shoulders, and her cute rosebud lips were pouting as she worked her muscle, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. But it was her breasts that caught my attention. She was wearing a low-cut tanktop, and even in the sports bra underneath I could see what looked like acres of cleavage. Her chest was pushed down by the bra and her lifted leg, but nothing could hide its firm roundness.

I said a little prayer in my heart and willed my manhood not to throb. “Hello, miss,” I greeted her. “Is everything ok?”

She shocked me from her first words. Little did I know it was only the beginning.

“Fucking cramp,” she said. “So goddamn stupid.”

Her words surprised me. I knelt down next to her and took a deep breath. “Can I help?” I asked, gently taking her leg in mine. “Stretch it out, like this.” I helped her extend her leg, angling her foot until I saw the twitch of pain, then pressing my palms along the muscle along the underside of her leg. Her milky white skin was smooth but firm, and I wanted to hold it in my hands forever. I felt a stirring in my groin again, and I cleared my throat.

“Oh, damn,” she said. “That’s really working.”

“You should probably eat more bananas,” I said. “The potassium can help with cramps like this.”

She gave me a wicked grin. “Bananas, huh? I do like having long things in my mouth. God, your hands are magic.”

I blushed and let go of her leg. “Are you feeling better now?”

Her leg was still extended in front of her, only now she lifted it, rubbing her boot against the inside of my thigh. “My hero,” she smiled. “I’m April, by the way. And you are?”

“Paul,” Escort Bayan I said.

I helped her to her feet quickly, and she asked if I would hike with her for a little while, in case she got another cramp. I agreed, and we walked side by side deeper into the woods. We talked while we walked. April asked me about what I was studying at school, about what I did in my freetime, and eventually about home.

“You’re from there too?” she asked when I named my hometown. “No way! That’s where I’m from! How have I never met you before? Where’d you go to school?”

“I was homeschooled,” I answered. “My father runs the Church of the Cross at the edge of town.”

“Homeschool,” she said, smiling brightly. “That explains so much.”

“Explains what?” I asked.

“Why you’re such a fucking boy scout,” she said. Her near-constant profanity surprised me and made me a little uncomfortable.

“I wasn’t a boy scout,” I said.

“Oh, lighten up Paul, it’s cute,” she laughed. “You’re cute. You’re so . . . so innocent. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you either,” I said, truthfully.

We continued talking. Despite my misgivings, I found that I liked April. She was smart and funny, even if she did swear constantly, and before we knew it we had been hiking together for two hours. We reached the crest of the mountain and looked out over the valley. From where we were we could see the trail below us and what seemed like fifty miles in every direction. It was beautiful, and it felt like we were the only two people around for miles.

“Beauty all around us,” I said smiling. “Like Eden. Praise God, we’re sure lucky to be alive and here at this place, aren’t we?”

She looked at me, her mouth wide open, and then she laughed. “Oh my fucking God, Paul, you are adorable. I’ll be the girls here just love this ‘aw, shucks’ act, don’t they?”

I blushed for the second time since meeting her. “I don’t know a lot of girls. And I don’t know what you mean. I don’t have an act. I’m just me.”

April smiled at me and said, “Yes you are. This is going to be fun.”

And then she stood up on her toes and her mouth was all over me, her plump lips pushing against mine, her tongue inside my mouth. I was so startled that I did nothing at first, and then I thought of what my father would think if he saw us. This was sin! I wanted to pull away, but biology and the devil kicked in. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me instead. I could feel her breasts against my chest and felt that stirring in my crotch again, but this time I let it rise, my mind focused on the gorgeous girl who was kissing me so hard. My hand slid down, cupping her thick round butt cheek, and the feel of her pliant flesh was magic. I imagined pulling her shorts down, feeling if the skin here was as smooth as the skin of her leg. And then my conscience came out strong and I realized how wrong what I was doing was. I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling my head back. “We shouldn’t do this.”

April grabbed my wrist and pulled it down again, planting my hand firmly on her backside. “What’s the matter, Paul, never kissed a girl before?”

I shook my head no, and her smile got even bigger. She licked her lips, and then her hands were on my butt too. “I don’t know whether to be disappointed for women or excited for me, Paul. But if the way you kiss is any indication, you have been depriving the world of some fucking serious talents.”

She kissed me hard again, our tongues darting around each other, my lips wet from her saliva. My penis was really starting to get hard, and I pulled back, my hands instinctively dropping to cover my crotch. I couldn’t let her feel my erection. It was sinful. What would she think!

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t.”

April pointed at me, “Oh my God, are you embarrassed?”

I didn’t like the laughter in her voice. I felt ashamed. “This isn’t right,” I said.

“Oh, Pauly baby,” she smiled. “I think you might be right about that. It’s not right. We really should be enjoying the beauty of God’s creations a little more, don’t you think?”

I started to nod, but froze when she crossed her hands in front of her and pulled her tanktop up over her head. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips flaring out from a tiny waist in an insane hourglass, only exceeded by her large chest, barely contained in the sports bra.

“So enjoy these creations, baby,” she smiled, and then the sports bra disappeared, dropped onto the grass nearby.

Praise God. My jaw dropped and I stared at the huge and round mounds of flesh, the hard nipples, nearly an inch long, the deep red areolas two and a half inches in diameter, all sitting on top of perfect cantaloupes of firm and succulent flesh. They jiggled as she brought her hands down. I had seen the female form before, in sculptures that my father called indecent and once in a magazine I’d found behind the church, but nothing prepared me for the glories of April’s body. The smooth, soft roundness, the ripe breasts. She was a goddess, only topless and lust-filled Çankaya Escort and right in front of me. I wanted her, and now my crotch was like a steel rod. I’d never seen the face of God before, but I couldn’t imagine being any more awed than I already was.

“Your . . . your breasts,” I said. “What are you—?” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My eyes were locked on her chest.

“You like my tits?” she asked. “Most guys do. 32DD. All natural.” She lifted them up, pushing them together to create a deep furrow of cleavage, juggling them back and forth.

“You can’t,” I said. “Put your clothes on! This is a sin! It’s dirty!”

She smiled even wider now, and I saw the temptress within taking full control. “It’s not a sin,” she said, stepping toward me. I should have stepped backwards. Should have run from her like Joseph from Potiphar’s wife. But I didn’t, and she advanced closer. “It’s not a sin at all. It’s fucking paradise. Just feel, Paul. Feel how perfect my ‘dirty’ little body is.”

And then her hands were on my wrists again, and she pulled my palms to her breasts. It was a reflex; I squeezed, and a moan emerged from my mouth. I closed my eyes and massaged her smooth skin-smoother than her calf, even-and rolled the nipples between my fingers. That made her moan.

“You like them, don’t you, Pauly?” she asked. I nodded and she angled her head up to kiss me again, crushing my hands against my chest when I refused to let go of her bosom. “Then tell me.”

“I like them,” I groaned.

“You like what?” She asked. “What do you like so much?”

“Your . . . your body. Your chest.”

“No, Paul. No. This isn’t Sunday school. You’re not in church. Call them what they are.”

“Your breasts,” I said, my cheeks on fire.

“No,” she pulled back and gave me a light playful slap across the face. “Tell me you like my fucking tits, Paul.”

I nearly choked on the words, but I had to say them. I was a lust-filled animal, and I wanted to please her. “I like . . . I love your . . . your tits.” The word came out as barely a whisper as the spark of shame flickered in my chest.

But it was loud enough for her to hear. She laughed triumphantly and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my head down into her chest. My mouth attacked her, licking, sucking, kissing her, my tongue swirling circles around her nipples.

“Say it again,” she moaned in my ear. “Say it again, you naughty fucker.”

It came easier the second time. So much easier. It was like opening a door inside, and all the things I had kept down for twenty years, at my father’s guidance-all of it started to come free. “I love your tits, April. I’ve . . . I’ve never seen real tits before, and you . . . your body is so perfect.” I dropped my head again, nursing on that gorgeous mound of flesh.

“Yeah, baby,” she said. “Tell me how perfect.”

“It’s . . . it’s FUCKING perfect.” I nearly shouted it, and I felt the weight of everything my father had pressed on me for so long starting to let go with that simple word. Fuck. FUCK! Was this what he was afraid of? That I would realize how good all the things he’d tried to keep from me were? I dragged my tongue up the curve of her tit, sucking lightly at the hollow of her neck, and then my lips were on hers again. And this time I felt her hands at my crotch, undoing my belt, then pulling at the button, tugging the zipper, and suddenly the cool air was on my naked lower body as she shoved my hiking pants down.

My hardness sprang from my pants, eight inches of thick hard meat standing at attention, and still growing. April gasped and dropped to her knees. She wrapped her little hand around it, the fingers not quite meeting her thumb, and slowly stroked it up and down as she looked up into my eyes.

“Jesus Christ! This fucking thing is huge! Paul,” she said. “How many of those good Christian girls back home have played with this dick?”

“None,” I groaned. “You’re the first.”

She spit on her hand, the saliva serving as lubricant as she kept softly caressing my shaft. “You mean no one has ever jerked this big, hard cock but you? I’m the first girl to stroke this giant thing?”

“I . . . I don’t even play with it myself. My father calls masturbating a filthy sin.”

Her eyes lit with a lustful fire, and her thumb pressed on the head of penis. A drop of wetness was emerging from the slit, and she spread it around the helmet with her thumb, then popped the thumb into her mouth, licking it.

“Oh he does, does he?” she asked, and I don’t know whether I felt relieved or horrible when she let go of my penis. I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed the base of the shaft and began to stroke it myself, slowly first, and then harder as I watched what April’s next move.

She backed away from me, leaning against a downed tree, sitting on the soft green grass. She lifted her hips and pulled down her tiny little hiking shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and after she lifted one foot out of her shorts, allowing them to stay bunched up around the other ankle, she spread her legs and revealed her feminine secret to me.

“Oh Jesus,” I whispered.

“Not Jesus,” Ankara Escort she smiled. “Pussy. This is my pussy. Do you like it?”

I nodded, spellbound. Like her tits, it was perfect. Shaved bare except for a small triangle of hair just above the entrance. Her lips were thick and dark, but as she spread her legs I got glimpses of the bright pink within. I wanted to crawl inside and live forever in that soft pink.

“Tell me you like it,” she demanded.

“I like it,” I repeated automatically.

“No,” she said, an evil smile on her face. “Say it right. You have to use the right words or it’s no fun. Tell me you like my pretty little pussy.”

“I . . . I like your pretty little pussy, April.”

“My cunt,” she said.

I shook my head. “I can’t say that. It’s too dirty.”

She sneered at me, but it was lust, not disgust, that animated her face. “That’s the fucking point, Paul. It’s fucking dirty. The best things in life are dirty and raw and wet and sticky. They’re not prim and proper. I see that animal inside you Paul,” she said, and now her fingers were tracing the lips of her pussy, gathering the increasingly leaking wetness on her fingertips. “I want you to let that beast out.”

I groaned.

“Your daddy was wrong about masturbating,” she said. “It’s not bad. It’s so motherfucking good.” Her ring finger and middle finger came together, darting inside her wetness. She slid them in and out, first just to her first knuckles, and then to her second, as she kept talking. “Goddamn, Paul, my little cunt is so fucking wet. And it feels so damn good.”

She pulled her fingers out and stuck them between her lips, sucking the wetness of her own honey pot into her mouth. “So damn good. Do you want to see more?” she asked.

I pushed down my father’s voice and nodded as I watched her fingers trace the outline of her love tunnel again.

“Then fucking say it,” she hissed at me, her eyes narrowing. “Tell me to finger my cunt.”

She wanted the beast that had been chained up for twenty years to be set free. Once she loosened the shackles, I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.

I didn’t want to.

My hand began to stroke my cock again, more firmly now, not the tentative strokes I’d given it before, and I growled, “Finger your fucking cunt, you she-devil. You whore. You bitch.”

God it felt so unbelievably good. I had been living for so long under a burden I didn’t even recognize, and once I began to let go of my old morality, all I could see in front of me was pleasure. To feel good. God would want that, wouldn’t he? For us to enjoy these bodies he’d made for us?

And, a voice inside me, the one I’d been tamping down during my father’s sermons, said, “And if not, fuck it.”

We were just a yard away from each other, me jacking my thick cock, her jilling her wet gash, staring inently at each other. Her wetness was spreading across the inside of her thighs, up into the little patch of hair above her cunt as she worked her fingers deep inside of her. Her other hand grasped her fat tits, pinching the nipples between her fingers. Every few strokes she’d push at the top of her pussy, to what she later taught me was her clit, with the heel of her hand, and then she’d pull her hand out and suck on her fingers. I wanted to taste what she was tasting so bad my mouth was watering. Both of us were whimpering with pleasure.

“That’s right,” she moaned. “I AM a fucking bitch. A little whore. And I’m going to corrupt you, preacher boy. I’m going to turn you into a fucking man instead. Right here. Right now. You’re going to learn the gospel of fucking. Doesn’t stroking that thick hard dick feel fucking good?”

I nodded, my breath coming shallowly. “I love it,” I grunted.

“You’ve been missing out, Pauly baby. But don’t worry. April is here to teach you everything you could ever imagine. I’m going to teach your monster cock how to properly FUCK, and when I’m done you’ll be a fucking stud for life. You want that? You want me to make you feel good?”

I nodded, “Fuck yes I do, April. I want to commit every sin I can think of with you.”

She laughed again, her fingers pistoning out of her little cunt so fast her hand was a blur, and then she shuddered and groaned loudly, her back arching, her ass lifting off the ground, thrusting her tits up into the air as she had the first of many orgasms. I watched as an extra flow of her juices squirted out around her hand onto the grass. At first I thought she might be pissing herself, but whatever it was, it was sexy. It pushed me over the top, and suddenly I felt my balls churning, a load of cum racing up the length of my cock and then firing free. I roared as it arced across the space between us and landed on her upthrust breasts, pasting a long white stream that ran from the hollow of her neck down across her left breast, cum glazing and hanging from her hard nipple. The second stream followed a similar path. As her orgasm subsided and her muscles relaxed, she sat back down, and another stream hit her straight in the face, covering one eye, her nose, plugging one nostril and coating across her lips. Here eyes-well one of them-opened in surprise. In her orgasm she hadn’t noticed me cumming, but by the time the next rocket of jizz fired from my meat cannon she was ready, her mouth open, leaning forward, her hands under her tits, offering them to me along with her waiting tongue.

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Six months ago, I started working for a large upscale cruise agency in Portland. I joined the marketing team. Seven gorgeous women and three regular guys, including me. Beautiful women, great pay, and to top it off, they gave me a window office that overlooks the Willamette River. What luck, I thought. Then Nel moved in. Right out of grad school and into my life. Over a weekend, she brought in her lamps and curtains. She even rearranged our desks. She sits behind me, now, and I sit by the door.

Last Wednesday.

“Uh, dude, these numbers don’t make sense,” she blurted out. My headphones were on, but it was no use. You can’t tune-out a voice like that. Pitchy, grating.

I spun my chair to face her. Nel’s chubby face leaned forward on her desk. She sneered. The two diamond studs by her eye-tooth glittered.

“What do you mean? I just did what you asked for,” I said.

“I need totals by day and by week. I can’t use dailies to get nets for the week. Come on.” She threw herself back on her chair, flipped her short permed hair, and jabbed a finger at her monitor.

“Fine. How about you send me a request by email and I’ll work on it.”

“Why do I have to do that?” She let out a derisive laugh. “We’re talking about it right now.”

“OK, fine. I’ll work on it,” I said, and turned back to my computer.

“I can’t do my analysis without those numbers,” she kept on.

“OK, got it.” I turned up the volume and drowned her out with my headphones.

Moments later she was on the phone. She’d been going on for almost half an hour. It sounded interesting, so I lowered the volume.

“But, mom, I don’t know what I should do. He’s leaving in a few weeks.” She sounded hurt.

“Yeah. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. Yeah, yeah. No, he doesn’t work. His visa’s expired. He can’t get a job. I’m paying his rent. And his food. No. No. He’s going back to the Czech Republic. I wish. We used to be boyfriend, girlfriend, but we’re just friends, now. Yeah, I still love him. I couldn’t kick him out.”

Sounded tragic. I did my best to pretend I wasn’t overhearing. But if she wanted privacy, it was not in our little fishbowl of an office.

I kept listening. Maybe I should’ve taken a break.

She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket and left the office. She didn’t say a word. She came back hours later.

***

It was the end of the day on a Friday, and our whole group was meeting for drinks at the Basement. When the time came, I volunteered my driving services. Two women came with me, Karen and Jennifer, two of the younger ones. All ten of us were waiting by the elevators, when Nel came into the lobby.

She zipped up her blue rain coat over her lime colored blouse. Her tits bunched together over the top. The coat was too small.

“You coming, Nel?” Cheryl, the director, asked.

“I don’t have a ride.” Said Nel, a little dejected, it seemed.

Cheryl said, “That’s too bad. I’m all full, otherwise you could come with me.”

“You can come with me, Nel,” I said. She agreed and went down the elevator with the rest of us.

We went down to my car. Karen and Jennifer sat in the back and Nel in the front. I got out of the parking garage and sped down the hill to 12th Street.

We got to the bar early, grabbed three tables together, and ordered our drinks. When Cheryl and the rest of the crew got there, we were working on our second round. We were experts. The waitress brought out the food, and we all had a great time, moving in and out of conversations, just yakking and eating good bar food.

Nel leaned in and talked business with Cheryl, and Cheryl did her best to answer her questions and act like she actually cared what Nel had to say. Nel just didn’t get it.

The drinks kept coming, beers, martinis, fru-fru drinks of all varieties. Several hours later, when Cheryl was wrapping it up, making last calls, and arranging for everyone to have a ride, we were all a little drunk. She called for the bill, and slapped down the company plastic. We stayed a while longer. I was leaning in close and talking to Courtney, a cute blond with small tits. Nel was chowing down on the remains of a Nacho plate, and sipping the last of her Long Island. No one was talking to her.

“Karen, I’m going to be driving you home. Where do you live?” I asked across two tables.

“Nel, you need a ride?” I asked next.

“Yeah, dude. OK, tell me when you’re ready.”

“You better not puke in my car, Nel.” I said jokingly.

She made crazy eyes at me and wobbled her head.

The three of us we got up, and walked to my car. I drove Karen home a few blocks away, and then it was Nel’s turn.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

It was a farther than I’d hoped.

“Why don’t you move up front?” I asked.

“I’m good,” she said, and crumpled up in my back seat.

She gave me directions.

“Doing anything tonight, Nel?”

“No. adapazarı escort Maybe watch a movie on TV. What about you? Got any plans?”

“No. I think I’m going to go home, drink a beer and maybe read a book.”

“We’re an exciting bunch. Shit, I should’ve stayed in the bar. I could’ve hooked up with some hot guy.”

“Not too late. I can drive you back.” I said.

She laughed. “I was kidding. Don’t you know when I’m kidding?”

“Nope.”

I drove into a development and and parked by her town house.

She got her stuff together. “You want to come in?” she asked.

I was surprised at the offer. I thought for a split second and said, “Sure, why not.”

I followed her up a wet grassy hill. The lawn was unlit, but I could still see Nel’s wide hips sway in front of me. I couldn’t help it. I watched her from behind. Red rubber boots. Drenched rain coat. Black jeans that didn’t stretch, stretching in painful torture. We walked up some steps to her place. She unlocked the door and flipped on the lights.

Her place was a disaster. Clothing everywhere, bowls, food wrappers, garbage. Who’d invite anyone to this dump? Where’s the self-respect?

There was no sign of her boyfriend.

“I thought you lived with some guy.”

She paused. “He’s in Seattle visiting some of our friends.”

She turned her head around the place. “Here we go. You like tequila? I have that or Sapphire gin.” The two bottles were resting sideways next to a beat up brown couch. She got me a red plastic cup and poured me the tequila. She went into the refrigerator and poured herself the gin. She walked back to me. The ice cracked in her cup.

“Ah,” she said. “I hate drinking in crowds.” She tossed back half the cup, maybe more. Her face contorted in a freaky way, buggy eyed, with more of that nasty grin I dreaded so much.

“I like drinking in private,” she said. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

I sat down on a dining chair and she went to bathroom. I could hear the strong jet piss strike the toilet. It went on forever, and then a flush. She came out, stuffing her blue blouse into her tight jeans.

“You don’t mind, do you? I drink, I piss.” She grabbed her cup.

“I don’t mind.”

She exhaled. “You think they like me? Our coworkers?” she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t they?”

“I get that impression. That they don’t like me. The girls don’t hang out or talk to me as much as they talk to one another.” She took a sip of her drink. “You like me right? I’m not a total bitch?”

“No,” I answered without hesitation, probably too quickly.

“Thanks, I like you, too, Craig. I probably treat you the worst.”

I smiled and nodded in mock agreement. “It’s not so bad.”

“Listen, it’s only because we work so well together. I think I can trust you. Not like those other assholes. You see where I’m coming from? You can’t trust anyone.”

She came to the table, pulled a chair and sat down with a thud.

“Is it just me, or is it hard to make friends in this town?”

“You’ve only been here a while. Give it time.”

“I had lots of friends in college. I could talk to them about interesting subjects, about philosophy, books, music.” She looked away, probably recalling these conversations that mattered.

She took a sip from her glass, casually put her hand on my knee and said, “I really like you.”

I nodded. “And I like you. Nel.”

I met her eyes.

“Hey, you know what? Don’t take this the wrong way.” She slapped her forehead. “What am I thinking?”

“What?” I asked.

She said, “I really want to suck your cock.” She whinced.

Shit.

I took the bottle of gin and poured some into my cup. I couldn’t resist a laugh.

“Ah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“No?” she asked puzzled.

I looked at her with an are you kidding me look. I took a drink and flinched at the burn. It was short relief. And then it started again, the voice.

“Here I am, a woman. Look at me. I have these.” She grabbed her tits. “I may not be the most attractive woman, but I’m still a woman, damn you.”

I nodded in urgent agreement.

“A woman’s telling you she wants to suck your dick, you say, yes.” She looked at me with a look of disgust. “Fuck.”

“Who said I didn’t want you to suck my dick?” I put my hand on her shoulder. I stood up.

“I want you to suck my dick.”

I took off my black t-shirt, to show her I was serious. She put a hand to her face and laughed out loud. I squeezed her fleshy arms. I propped her up with some effort and got us on our feet. She was a little shakier than me.

“You’re not going to regret this the next day, are you?” I asked.

She put a hand on my shoulder. “Come here. Give me that.” She pointed at my crotch with her finger.

“You want the cock, huh?” I teased her.

“I need your cock, Craig. Give beylikdüzü escort it to me.” She flopped at me with her arms. She grabbed my pants with a firm grip and pulled me to her. She unbuttoned my pants with a few clumsy jerks, and fell to her knees. She shoved my pants right below my ass. Then she thrust her two cold hand into my boxers. She fussed around, made a frowny face like she was mildly frustrated and fumbled in my underwear. She smiled a toothy smile to my face.

Finally, she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

‘Here we go,” she said. “Got it.” She pulled of my boxers. My pants and underwear hung by my feet. With an open hand, she scooped my penis into her mouth. She sucked, tongued and tugged on my still limp dick. She stuck her tongue out and with one long swoop of the tongue, stood up, and brushed her tongue through my pubes, stomach and chest. I held her when she started tilting over.

She steadied herself and nestled her face in my neck.

“What about when we come back in to work on Monday?” I asked, a little late in the game. The alcohol was clouding it up for me. I confused what came first, second, and third. Maybe flowers, a dinner, making out, a little missionary sex?

“I think I can handle the morning after,” she said into my face.

I smiled and held her arms. I pressed my mouth to hers, and we both opened wide. We went right at each other like high school kids.

She put her index finger in front of my face. “Wait, you’re distracting me.”

She let go of me, pushed me off gently, and dropped back to her knees. She pulled off my dangling pants, and methodically took off my shoes, even my socks. When she finished, she took my cock into her mouth and quickly brought me into a full erection.

She was pretty good at giving blowjobs. She had it all down. She made eye contact, used her fingers, tongue, and even a little throat, a very advanced technique. My cock slipped in and out of her pink mouth. I looked down. How do I get myself into these situations?

She sensed it before I did. When she did, her lips locked tightly on the knob of my cock. She made several quick sucking sounds. I held her head and stroked her sticky hair. She pulled my ass closer to her face and held me there. Her nose nuzzled in my pubes. She was deep throating herself.

“Hey, you’re not going to make yourself puke?” I said.

She raised her eyes and stopped sucking my dick.

“What?” I asked.

I was still inside her mouth. It was just a warning.

“Sorry,” I said.

She pressed her tongue against the bottom of my cock.

“Hey, I think I’m going to cum,” I told her.

“I know,” she mumbled.

She opened her mouth, so I could watch. I shot my cum into it. I saw stream after stream, and then smaller globs settle on her teeth and tongue. I was a little embarrassed at how quick I came, and that it was Nel. Holy fuck.

Instead of spitting or holding it in her mouth, she swallowed the whole load, and stuck her tongue down to her chin to show it was all gone. She gave my cock a big final turn in her mouth and walked behind me. I turned around. She had her back to me and she was unbuttoning her blouse. I was thinking she was a little ashamed of her body, perhaps.

“Hey, come over here, let me see you,” I said.

She hesitated, dropped her hands to her sides, and turned around. I walked over and took off the last buttons on her blouse. Her tummy hung out over the top of her jeans. It was white and smooth. I looked at her tits. She rotated her bra around and unclasped it by herself. I watched. Large beautifully rounded globes of flesh fell down. I had no idea.

“Wow,” I said.

She put a hand to her face and laughed. “Craig.”

I worked with her for months and had no idea she had such nice tits.

“They’re beautiful.”

She put her hand to her hips, tilted here and there. She smiled calmly at me. She let me look at her. She was maybe 30 pounds overweight. She carried it well, on her tits, her thighs, down her thick legs. Even the roundness of her stomach turned me on.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I like.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her huge tits.

She took off her pants, and then she slipped her fingers thru her black cotton panties and slowly moved them down the curve of her ass in a slow strip-tease. She held her back straight and stuck her ass out. She rolled the pants down and off. She was entirely naked, bushy cunt, large breasts, and wide thighs. I stroked the hairs on my lower stomach and licked my lips.

I had learned to hate Nel during the months we worked together. Now, here she was. Naked, with loads of my cum in her stomach. I think my dislike for her actually made me want her more. I never knew it worked that way.

I moved my hand behind her back and down to the bottom of her spine. I shaped her ass, and squeezed gebze escort her ample mass of flesh. Her head fell forward onto my chest, her hair got in my mouth. She let out a sigh. Her hands clutched my ass. I smelled her, her sweat, the booze drying on her skin. She lifted her head. I took a step back and kissed the insides of her tits and put each hard nipple, one after the other, into my mouth. She groaned. She placed a leg around me.

That’s when I lost my balance and fell over. I honestly thought she would lose it first.

We both laughed.

She came down and sat next to me on the dirty carpeted floor. I ran my hands over her knee, which was smooth and soft, like so much of the rest of her. She put her fingers into her cunt and started gently playing with herself. That did it. I had to fuck her there and then.

“Get on all fours,” I commanded her.

She got on her knees. I got up and around her. I looked down. Her huge ass hung in the air. I rubbed her butt cheeks. I slapped her bottom hard. She winced.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?” She grinned. She wiggled her behind and flexed her back.

“Not on a first date.”

With so much hair getting in the way, I though it best to only bring my cock up to her hole. I poked her. She took it from there. She reached back and put the tip into her cunt. I slid the rest of it in. I straightened my back and gazed down at her backside. She clutched my cock with her cunt, and squeezed it a few times.

“Nice trick,” I said.

I spanked her ass.

“Hey, that hurts!”

I started moving in and out. I slapped my hips against her ass and smacked her lightly with my open palm. She eagerly moved back and forth. I held her soft waist and massaged her fat thighs. I could learn to love this. I did love this. I pushed with the tip of my feet and went in deep. Then, I withdrew my cock almost all the way.

She shook her ass.

“What are you doing? Don’t take it out.”

I knew I was coming soon.

“OK,” I said.

I increased my speed and slammed into her even harder. She responded by thrusting her ass toward me. She didn’t give any ground.

“Fuck me, Craig. Ah, shit,” she said. “Ah, shit.”

She came and uttered a low, quaking “Ohhh”. I stayed inside her. Eventually, my penis softened and fell out. She moaned, disappointed it was over. My cock was covered in a thick white cream, which I quickly wiped with a shirt lying on the floor. I think it was hers.

She got up, smacked the light switch, and came back next to me.

We stretched out and called it a night. Motionless, near senseless, I tickled her foot with mine. She laughed. I was surprising myself. I was beginning to like Nel.

Still dark, but hours later, I got dressed.

“Hey, Nel. I have to go back to my place.”

She mumbled something I didn’t understand. I grabbed my keys and drove back. The streets were almost empty, everyone gone home, a stray bum here and there. What a night.

***

She didn’t come into work on Monday. I quietly asked around. Cheryl had given Nel the day off, but no one knew what she was doing. I closed my office door and gave her a call.

The phone rang.

“Nel, what’s going on?”

“Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

“You coming in? No one’s heard from you since Friday.”

“I just didn’t feel like coming in.”

“Mind if I come over.”

There was a pause

“Sure.” And then she hung up.

I drove to her town house, and made my way to her door. Outside by her stairs were five neatly stacked boxes with a yellow folded over note. I knocked on the door, heard her moving inside and walked in.

“Hey, Nel.”

“What you looking for another booty call?” she said. She turned her back to me.

“No.”

This was not my happy, horny as fuck Nel. This was the other one. She didn’t look at me. She was cleaning up her mess. Most of the clothing was picked up, new storage containers were stacked everywhere. The vacuum was plugged in.

“If you want, Friday never happened. You never came here,” she rambled.

I didn’t say anything. I came over to her. She didn’t move.

“So, why didn’t you call?” she asked.

I didn’t have a reason. I took her two arms into my hands.

“I should have called.” I said. “I’m sorry. I figured I’d see you at work, we’d go out, have lunch.”

I went in for a kiss. She struggled a little, but relaxed. I kissed her lips. She breathed out.

“Hey,” she whispered. She looked at her feet.

“Hey, you.”

“I kicked out Richard.” That was her boyfriend.

“I can see. Boxes out the door. Nice touch.”

“You don’t think he’ll try to break in?”

I held her closer. “I don’t know. I’m sure you can handle some fancy European.”

I squeezed her body tight. She smelled nice, a bath, perfume. I kissed her lips. I put my fingers through her hair. She was steady on her feet.

“So, how about that mid-day booty call?”

She growled. I held her hands and we wrestled to the ground.

She laughed. “You better not think I’m easy.”

“Nothing easy about you,” I said. I let go of her hands.

And then we ran into the bedroom. She was even better sober.

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Continued from Jim and His Sister-In-Law-Day 1

Preface:

Monday my sister-in-law, Bea, and I saw Sally, my wife, and Jack, Sally’s brother/Bea’s husband, off at the local airport. Sally was to help Jack with a big business opportunity. They would be gone until Friday and Sally’s instructions to Bea were for her to take good care of me! For the rest of the day Bea did just that. Day 2 begins when I wake up in Bea’s bed but alone.

Day 2:

I rolled over, reached down and pulled my cum sticky balls from the vise formed by my legs. I hate it when they get stuck between my legs like that. Well actually I’m thankful for this pair of baseballs! Everyone that’s seen them tells me I have the biggest pair they have ever seen. I also get more than my share of attention because of the budge they make in my pants.

Dam I must have dosed off! Shit Bea will be pissed! The best fuck I’ve had in years and I fell asleep? Where is she? Fuck she left! Waite a second — In 8 hours of sex, she got off over six times and I delivered 4 loads before I passed out! Just where is she going to find a better man? Also how could she leave? It’s her house!

I smell coffee. Shit its nearly 8 O’ Clock. I slept the whole night and she is getting breakfast! I sure don’t understand my brother-in-law. How could he neglect a woman that fucks all afternoon and evening and then gets up early to cook breakfast. What a dumb fuck!

I slid out of the satin sheets to find a silk robe draped over the foot of the bed. This thing must have been stolen from the Playboy Mansion . Feels good on my shoulders, nipple tickling soft and ass tantalizing as well. Just one flip of the belt, no knot. I’m a fucking stud! Now for that coffee and some of that sweet sister-in-law.

Wow! There was Bea, her ass length auburn hair draped over one shoulder and flowing to the floor as she bent over the dish washer. She was sporting a pair of red silk panties peering out from under a very short and very sheer night coat. The cleavage between her perfect buns disappeared at a little white fuzzy hemline. A perfect three finger keyhole accented a mound of pussy filed red satin. Like a peeping-tom my cock stood at attention and peered from the front of my robe. With just couple strokes I’d shoot a load of cum all over her ass.

The event was short lived as she stood and turned to put some glasses in the cupboard. Well the “Ass Shot” was short lived! It was instantly replaced by a beautiful pair of tits, wrapped in soft red satin and teasingly cloaked by the sheer night coat. Satin so delicate that her nipples stretched the material like wet tissue paper. The white fuzzy on he house coat rounded the hemline, flowed up the front past a tiny string tie and framed the most perfect cleavage I’ve ever seen.

“Can I help you with that leak?”

Shit, my peeping-tom was leaking so much cum that it was ready to drip to the floor!

“Honey if you just stand there and jiggle those beauties he will waste it all over the floor!”

“Now we don’t want to waste it! Let your sister-in-law top off her morning coffee with that cream.”

Never waiting for an answer, Bea dropped to her knees and swallowed my six inch cock. She grabbed one of my balls and rolled it like a baseball pitcher as she sucked. It didn’t take much of that to get the cum flowing. By the time she switched balls I was leaking constantly. She never pumped my cock so I never fired a load. Instead she just kept rolling my balls until I had filled her mouth. Carefully she slipped it out, making sure not to let more than a sample, for my benefit, escape between her lips. Then, with her head leaned back she swallowed every ounce making sure to lick the overflow from her lips.

Now that’s what I call a blow job! There wasn’t going to be a limp recovery period either. She took all the cum she could handle and left me with a raging hard-on that was still ready for more action.

“Wow now that’s what I call topping off my coffee with cream! Now lets see if I can make you some breakfast.”

Bea stood and gave me a family type hug and a simple kiss on the cheek then pored me a cup of coffee. With my coffee in hand, I sat at the head of her dinning room table to wait but instead of the stove, Bea made a bee=line for the bedroom. She returned waving a big purple dildo!

“Can’t cook without the right tools!”

She stepped up on the dinning room chair and with her wonderful ass arched high leaned out over the table. Son-of-a-bitch my cock was leaking again! The leg bands of those red satin panties were pulled tight in to her legs and the soft delicate material between mounded with pussy. They were tight enough that they didn’t suck up into her pussy and loose enough to show an indentation between her meaty pudenda.

Sill higher un-contained by the nearly G-string material were her perfect and very firm ass cheeks. Looking between those carefully spread thighs, her DD tits hung Escort Ankara down like inverted mountains, stretching the red satin bra to its limits. Her firm breasts gaped the bra open and looking right through between the mountains I watched her sucking on the purple dildo!

I couldn’t stand any more! I had to see her fucking pussy meat. I slid my hands under the house coat and laid my open hands on each hip. Getting no resistance I hooked the waist band of her panties with my little fingers and stripped them down to her ankles. She raised one foot at a time and they fell off the chair to the floor.

Dam,– what a pussy! Two large almost swollen mounds splayed open like a prime steak flayed for fast cooking. Her cunt was pure pink inside, with blushing red inter lips, brown pudenda and a beautiful hood bulged by a very large clit. My tongue was harder than my cock but for now I’d have to wait my turn because, guided by her skillful hand, the big purple dildo was searching for entry.

“Sit back and drink your coffee while I cook breakfast honey!”

“Mind if I watch?”

“Just what I had in mind baby —— and, when it’s ready —– breakfast is served!”

At first the dildo just teased. Barely penetrating her steaming love hole and then sliding up it rubbed her clit. My cock again playing peeping-tom pulsed with anticipation every time the purple head came close to penetrating her love hole. Soon the whole dildo was diving deep into her cunt then sliding out to nose her clit and then, back for another deep dive.

Her luscious breasts still loosely haltered in red satin swayed to and fro in unison with the dildo. I wanted so much to release them so I slid my hand up her back to the dainty little bow and pulled it loose. The satin draped off her breasts and became a backdrop for the two swaying beauties tipped with large brown aureoles and inch long pink nipples.

The best tit and pussy show of my life only lasted 5 short minutes and then shaking like a leaf in the breeze, she collapsed onto the table. Her tits spread out like pontoons in a pond of red satin along the sides of her slim body. Her pussy with trapped hand and dildo hung over the edge and her splayed legs drooped downward looking for support. She was cumming hard and I had to do something to help!

I shoved the chair out of the way, dropped to my knees, raised my shoulders up under her legs freeing her trapped hand. The dildo popped out like a cork from a champagne bottle and bounced off my forehead. She was still quivering with the diminishing orgasm when I grabbed her ass with both hands and pressed my face into her juicy cunt.

As soon as my tongue took the dive she was cumming again! This time I was in control and I wasn’t going to pop out like that silly dildo. I fucked her with my face through that orgasm and another before I let her pull away. She rolled on to her back, spread her bent knees and let me watch as the cum bubbled up and then slowly dripped to the oak table top.

It was only seconds later that I realized that I was jacking off. Too late to stop now! I stood up just in time to spray my load all over her beautiful cunt.

“Umm I love cooking for a hungry man!”

“Honey that was the best breakfast I’ve ever had! Can I have the same thing again tomorrow morning?”

“Honey the way you eat pussy I’ll feed you anytime on the other hand – You do under stand that I did love to watch you cum – but you must promise not to waste my lunch unless I give you permission!”

“Yes Mistr—- ess.”

With nothing more than a cake of glycerin soap and her turban toweled hair between us we shared a late morning bath that lasted nearly 3 hours. Although we hugged, kissed and played the whole time we both were spent and getting off again just wasn’t what we wanted. When I helped Jack install this monster world pool bath I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to use so much water to bath. Now as I sat there making waves in the tub and watching her naturally heavy breasts almost float in the soapy water it all became perfectly clear. Dam, this woman has nice fucking tits!

“Jimmy baby, ———— can we go shopping? I love to have a man’s opinion when I’m shopping. Please Jimmy, —- help me pick out a new outfit?”

“Sure honey. Anywhere you want to go.”

She floated her tits over to my side and slipped into my lap. I held her in my arms with my face smothered in cleavage while she whispered in my ear. “When we get back I’m going to fuck your brains out!” Then she took my water shrunk sack of balls in hand and squeezed just enough so I’d understand where my “brains” were!

Now I had to watch her get dressed. Watching all her goodies go into hiding was a true downer but just thinking of getting them back out made my cock tingle with anticipation. Jack always complains about Bea’s passion for shopping and now I was going to get my turn. Shit for a fuck like her, one shopping Ankara Escort tip wasn’t going to kill me.

She donned a tight T-shirt with a low cut neck line over a white lacy bra that pushed her breasts together into real cock park of deep cleavage. Her jeans were so tight we had to pour her into them.

With arm dressing like her I was the envy of every man at the mall. There wasn’t a soft cock in the house after she passed by. First stop was a small upscale women’s dress shop. Thirty minutes later she had an arm full of garments and was headed to the fitting room.

“Come with us Jimmy. I want your opinion.”

The cute little sales gal gave me a shit-eating gin that said ‘I’d fuck you if you’d buy me some of that stuff. The bulge in my pants is normal little girl. Maybe next week honey but not today. That lovely piece of ass with the three finger wide keyhole entering the dressing room was all I needed this week!

Bea soon walked out in a short red dress that would have looked better on the petite sales girl but not on a real woman like Bea. Being married to Sally for over 30 years I was wiser than the guy next to me that was shaking his head “No” to his girl while she was telling him she liked it. I smiled and carefully avoided the I don’t like it node until she shrugged, turned, wiggled her sweet ass and reentered the dressing room.

The girl next door grabbed her man, threw that sweater he didn’t like on the counter and waited for him to get his money out! 5 or 6 years and lots of dollars later he’ll be a lot smarter! In the meantime Bea had donned a nice looking two piece that made good on her hour glass figure. It pleased me but Bea tugged at the skirt turned slapped her ass as if it made her look like a battleship and disappeared again.

Six outfits later and she strutted out in a smart looking red jacket over a sheer smoke colored blouse and a short, very short, black skirt! She had removed her white bra so it wouldn’t show. She must have pulled her panties up the crack of her ass because as she the pirouette to show me the back her ass cheeks were well below the hem line. My smile told her all she needed to know.

To the dismay of the sales girl Bea grasped the open jacket, parted the opening wide and showed us her tits through the sheer blouse. Pink nipples, dark brown aureolas and all. The sales girl feigned a gasp and my cock nearly jumped out of my pants!

“I’ll need a bra won’t I?”

Then she turned, bent down and grabbed her ankles and there in our faces was her perfect bare ass and in the keyhole her brown pudenda separated by a band of pink pussy lips! The sales girl nearly fainted.

“Oh and I’ll need some shoes, high heels I think.”

“And, – some fucking panties too!” the sales girl mumbled as Bea strutted off.

Bea turned to the sales girl. “Oh, Fay, is it? – I’ll just wear these home. Would you be a dear and cut the tages out for me?”

The girl huffed and followed her into the dressing room. Fay came out doing her best to hide the panties and bra in Bea’s T-shit and jeans. I payed for the outfit with my check card and we headed down the mall. I hung back for a few seconds to check if Bea was showing anything important. She knew what I was doing.

“Just my cheeks honey, but I need something more like a ‘G’ string than those full cotton panties in the bag. Oh – baby look there they are perfect! Come on.”

Like a little kid outside the toy store, Bea ran to the window of the shoe store. She bet over and pointed into the window. I’ve not a clue what she was pointing at because her pussy was all I was looking at!

“Bea?”

“Come on! They’re perfect.”

I followed her into the store where she almost tackled the sales lady, Linda!

“Sure Ma’am. Just have a seat and I’ll bring out a couple pair. 8 maybe 8 and a half red you say?”

Bea and I had a seat. Linda soon returned with two boxes, pulled up a service stool, spread her legs and straddled the stool and proceed to remove a pair of red spikes from one of the boxes. Fuck this Linda’s panties were sucked up into her pussy spreading her beautiful lips wide!

When Bea saw them Linda turned to me. “Oops!” I looked at Bea and she smiled as she lifted her leg and sat her foot on the service stool! Linda gasp as she stared into what must have been Bea’s gaping love hole.

“He’s taken — Linda.”

Linda just closed her legs and with out a word proceeded to fit the shoe. While Bea got up and walked around Linda flashed me again but as soon as Bea returned closed up again. With Bea in the second pair Linda again spread her legs and whispered “I’d be interested in a threesome if she goes both ways!” I just shook my head then watched her pleasant smile disappear.

“Linda, I’ll take these! Can I wear them home?”

“Sure Ma’am, just let me pack up your sneakers. Sir I’ll take you at the register!”

We hit the mall again! With the Ankara Escort Bayan heels Bea’s cheeks were really showing below the skirt. Next stop was Victoria Secret’s. It took almost two hours but she found a sheer ‘G’ string and bra set that matched the blouse perfectly. The sales lady tried to get her into a less reveling set of black lace with full panties and garter. Bea loved the sheer panties and bra but took the black lace garter belt and a pair of black nylons with lace tops . Once I payed for them Bea begged to use the back room to put them on.

The one guy at the register offered to let me go back and help but I had to turn him down. Shit, I was so hard that I would have fucked her as soon as I got back there! When she came out she modeled the complete set for me.

Holding the jacket open her nipples were almost hidden by the blouse and bra combination. From the front the Nylon tops and the garter snaps were barley hidden but would show clearly with every step. From the back the garter snaps were fully exposed as was both her bare ass cheeks. She was the best dressed slut I have ever seen.

At the men’s store she bought me a black suit, white formal shirt with ruffles, silk boxers, and a pair of black shoes. It was when she demanded that I wear them home I that figured she had a plan. Yea a plan–dinner and dancing.

Unlike my wife, Bea loves to dance and in this place we weren’t a bit over dressed. In fact Bea was almost conservative. About 2 hours and 4 or 5 drinks I bumped asses with a cute black woman. It turned out that Bea knew her and so we exchanged introductions.

“Dorothy, this is my brother-in-law Jim, Jim Beam! Jim this is my friend Dorothy!”

“Nice to meet you Jim. They call me Dolly, Chocolate Dolly. Bea, just where have you been hiding this pair of balls? “

I followed her eyes to my budging crouch. Now for sure this is the first woman I’ve ever known to recognize the difference between a big cock and big balls while they are still in my pants. “Nice to meet you Dolly. Sorry about the bump.”

“My pleasure Jim! How about a dance?”

I looked to Bea and got a reluctant node. “Remember Dolly, Jim is with me.”

As we danced Dolly told me that I was lucky to be with the second best “Fuck” in the room. Her short skirt and low cut blouse with no bra told me who she thought was the best fuck. Firmly in my hands, she had a nice tight ass too. Just as the music ended she grabbed my balls and with a sweet smile responded. “If you want some chocolate to fuck your brains out you can find me here every evening.” Then, for the second time today I was reminded just where my brains were as she squeezed one firmly.

“Be sure, Mistress, I’ll be back and looking for you!”

We got home around 2AM, that’s about 6 hours since my rocks started aching! I think she loved every second. Some where on the dance floor we shed our jackets and never put them back on. I gathered the stuff from the car and by the time I got through the door I was following a the trail of shoes, blouse, skirt, garter belt, bra and panties. At the end I found Bea splayed naked, except for the lace toped nylons, on the creamy satin sheets of her bed.

“Come on Jimmy boy. Your sister-in law wants to fuck your brains out!”

I stripped off what was left of the $400 suit and straddled her belly wearing only my new silk shorts. Through the shorts Bea teased my aching balls. My cock soon found it’s way through the front and she motioned for me to move forward. I laid my cock on her chest and she squeezed her tits together. I pushed up so my balls were tight to the bottom of her tits. Now all I had to do was let her breathing do the job. It took about 5 minutes and my cum was rumbling at the base of my nuts!

“Mistress, Please?”

“Yes Jimmy boy! Let me have it! I want you to cum all over my tits!”

I never heard the I want part. The cum shot from my cock through her cleavage to the base of her throat! She let go of her tits and as her wonderful natural DD’s spread wide open the cum ran out ward in both directions. She took my cock in her hand and finished pumping every last drop onto her chest!

“Don’t let it run off boy! Rub it in.”

All the time I rubbed my cum into her tits she was jacking me off. As soon as I was hard again she begged me to fuck her from behind. Now that she was on her knees I couldn’t resist a little teasing. First I took time to roll her nylons, like removing a condom, down each leg and off her toes. While she watched between her legs, I dropped my drawers then, just like last night I clasp her mound in my hand, slipped my thumb deep into her pussy, pinched her clit between two fingers and rubbed the button with my middle finger.

She hiked her ass up forcing my thumb to bottom in her cunt. Seconds later her pussy clamped my thumb and her orgasm started.

“Now! Now! Fuck me now!”

I pulled my thumb out making a loud popping sound and mounted her like a fucking dog. My cock bottomed to my balls and I held it there letting her contracting cunt supply all the motion. Several minutes later her orgasm subsided and we rolled on to our sides and fell asleep doing what we both love best, Fucking.

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You wake up as the summer sun’s first warm rays come in through the open curtains and drift slowly across the wall. The room is filled with soft light and the particles of dust which float through the golden beam seem to sparkle like tiny stars flaring into existence then vanishing as the eddies in the air carry them, twisting and turning, so some unknown end. You feel the heat of the sun warming your skin as the patch of light drifts down from the wall and across your body lying naked, sprawled on the bed.

Looking up you see me standing in the doorway, smiling at you. I’m naked but for a towel wrapped around my waist, my hair and skin still wet from my morning shower. You can almost feel my eyes running over your body like a lovers gentle touch and you smile back at me. I walk into the room without a word and sit down beside you on the edge of the bed, staring at you still, but now just into those beautiful, big, blue eyes that I’d fallen in love with all those years before. It’s only when you try to roll over beside me that you realise your wrists are tied loosely to wooden slats of the headboard, and suddenly you’re very awake.

There’s enough length in the black silk scarves I’ve used for you to bring your hands together and undo the knots at your wrists, but we’ve played this game before and after a cursory struggle you lie still, waiting. That’s all the go-ahead I need. Moving round to the foot of the bed, I take hold of your ankles and pull you towards me. Now the scarves are taught, you can feel the soft material gripping your wrists above your head on either side, the loose ends tickling your skin. You can feel my fingers working at your ankles, binding them too with more scarves to the bottom corners of the bed, testing the knots to make sure you can’t pull free and that they don’t pinch your skin.

Satisfied that you can’t move without my leave I stand back to exam my handy work, revelling in the sight before me. Your arms stretched out above your head making your breasts stand out proud on your chest and your legs splayed wantonly revealing you completely to me. For your part, you can see the effect the image has on me. Straining your neck to lift your head and look down between your legs, you can clearly see the erection tenting the towel around me, and the look of unbridled Escort Kızılay lust burning in my eyes.

Your head falls back to the bed, mind racing with what I’m going to do to you. Sparks of excitement making your heart race as you imagine my hands and tongue racing over your prone body with you powerless to resist or alter their course. The last thing you expect is for me to walk around the bed, kiss you once on the forehead and leave the room.

You are completely alone and exposed, the patch of sunlight still bathing you in its warmth and the gentle breeze from the open window moving the tiny hairs on your skin. Your senses are heightened by the situation, cheeks coloured by the first flush of arousal and just a hint of embarrassment if anyone were to see you like this. You can feel the cooler air flowing over you, making your body react.

By the time you hear my footsteps coming back into the room, your nipples are hard and the first hint of moisture makes your bald pussy lips shimmer in the sunlight. Every nerve in your body has come alive, the anticipation of what is to come sending shivers up and down your spine and goose bumps stand out on your skin despite the heat. You feel the mattress sag under my weight beside you and realise you’ve had your eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of sunlight on your skin and the images in your head. I don’t give you a chance to open them. Using the last piece of soft black silk I blindfold you, knowing how much more sensitive your skin is when you don’t know where my next touch or kiss will fall.

The anticipation is now almost too much to bear. Your skin is desperate for my touch, eager for something more substantial than the suns rays to stimulate your heightened senses. You can smell my clean skin close to you, hear me breathing so close that you could reach out and touch me if only you weren’t tied down. You can even feel the heat radiating from my body and the mattress moving under you as I position myself at your side.

The next sensation almost makes you jump, an icy cold touch on your stomach. You feel it move across your body slowly, the contrast with the warm air making your flesh tingle. You can feel a slick line drying on your skin to mark its passage and every nerve screaming at you in pleasure Kızılay Escort at this unknown touch. It moves so slowly across your stomach, tracing patterns you’ll never see around your belly button, following the line of your ribs, down your sides and gliding over your thighs. You can feel it melting faster on your legs, and large drips roll down their sides towards the bed, tickling you skin as they go like tiny kisses on the insides of your thighs. My cold fingers brush your skin now as the ice cube gets too small to hold and then disappears completely.

You feel my weight shift away and then back again and the cold touch returns to your skin. This time I brush the ice gently over your lips where your tongue slips out to touch it, enjoying the cold water dripping into your hot mouth. It moves away across your chin and down your slender neck, the cold rolling drops sending shivers through your body before it reaches your chest. Circling your nipples, making them almost painfully hard and melting quickly with the heat of your body so that streams of cold water run down into your cleavage and on across your stomach to pool in your belly button. Again you feel the brush of my cold fingers as the ice cube disappears before they withdraw and you feel my hot breath on you. I blow gently on your nipples, warming them slowly making them harder still.

Again you feel me move through the sagging of the mattress, but this time I come to rest between your legs. You feel the now familiar touch of ice on your skin, but so close to your crotch it takes on a new intensity. You can feel it move over your inner thighs, following the creases where your legs join to your body and finally over the swollen lips of your vagina. The ice cold water mingling with your own juices as they seep out of you and run down between the cheeks of your ass. Suddenly you feel it slide inside you, its smooth surface gliding up your tunnel. Your muscles contract around it, drawing it further in, so cold it almost seems to burn the sensitive skin inside you. Then you feel the heat of my breath descending on you and my tongue pressed flat over your opening, the contrast with the ice buried deep inside you overwhelming. Your hips buck unconsciously, trying desperately to increase the pressure on your pearl. Kızılay Escort Bayan But in the heat of your arousal the ice doesn’t last long and, as the last crystals melt away, my mouth moves off with a last lingering lick of your slit.

Your body tightens, anticipating the next icy contact, but it doesn’t come. Instead you feel something rougher moving over your skin, the unfamiliar feeling describing every curve of your body. It traces the outline of your breasts, your neck and shoulders, drifts down across your stomach and begins to move slowly up and down the length of your glistening slit, slipping further in with each stroke, the rough surface teasing your clit as it passes over. suddenly it disappears and you feel me shift again as I bring it up to your mouth, brushing it gently over your lips and slipping it between them. “bite down” I whisper in your ear and you do, the flesh of it bursting between your teeth and the flavour fills your mouth, strawberry mixed with your own unique flavour.

Now you know I’ve been teasing myself as much as you, that I’m as desperate to be inside you as you are to have me there and you feel my weight shift on top of you, you can feel the heat of my skin as it lowers down onto you and the tip of my erection nestling between the folds of your pussy. With one slow insistant movement I’m inside you, your dripping tunnel offering me no resistance. You strain at your bonds desperate to throw your arms around me and pull me closer but to no avail. All you can do is lie there feeling me pumping faster and faster, driving myself deeper and deeper inside you. Your orgasm builds quickly, and washes through you, muscles tighten, contorting and twisting your body till your right arm breaks free of its restraint and wraps itself around my shoulders, holding me in place as I take my last few strokes. You know I’m getting closer as my thrusts get jerky and you finally feel me stop inside you, my cum exploding against the depths of your vagina, your own orgasm still washing through your body, seeming to go on forever as I collapse beside you and lie quietly running my fingers over your skin.

I reach behind your head to remove your blindfold and kiss you deeply on the lips, the rush of light makes you blink and you smile warmly at me, your cheeks still scarlet from the exertion.

I untie your hands and feet so I can take you properly in my arms and lead you to the bathroom where a hot steaming bath is waiting for you.

‘I love you princess,’ I say, as you slip into the water and head into the kitchen to start the breakfast.

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After leaving university with degrees in Media Studies and English language I found my self in the position of having qualifications as useful as “Introduction to Sandwich Repair.” Like everyone else who took Media I wanted to be a director and I was told I had potential but as soon as I left the comfort of the university I was lost and needed money. So I started looking for jobs after being told I was both over and under qualified I landed a job in the passport office. Reasonably paid and fairly respectable it stopped my Mother’s nagging and gave me much needed money.

The problem is the job is soul crushingly boring. My position is simple to proof check the photos for all the major problems, too bright, too dark, eyes closed and hats it’s pretty simple. The worst thing is I only get one quota of photos a day as that’s when the post comes in and by 11am I’m done for the day. I work in an office in an empty part of the building so I generally read and listen to music. I’ve had worst jobs true but this is just fantastically dull and for most of the day pointless. When Natalie came she changed work for me and made me excited to come in everyday.

Early on a Monday morning I found a note on my desk asking me to come into a meeting at my boss’s office. Nothing unusual to be honest although I did go to the bathroom and tidy up my hair and retie my tie. I knocked and ended and was presented by two smiling faces in office chairs and a third, which I was quickly gestured to sit down in. I smiled brightly and sat down.

“Hello James,” my boss Jeanie spoke first. Mid fifties, Jeanie looked much older than she was but she was incredibly kind and cheerful.

“Hi, Mrs Spencer.” I said whilst I smiled at the girl next to me.

“James, this is Natalie Everett.” I smiled again at Natalie but this time I looked deep into her eyes she was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning I really couldn’t believe it; no woman I had ever seen was anywhere near as beautiful as Natalie. Although that sounds like an overstatement it wasn’t. She had big brown eyes that look almost tearful. Her brown curly hair fell on her shoulder and bounced each time she moved. Natalie’s lips were full and although she didn’t wear make up her face look vibrant and for lack of a better word perfect. I finally stopped staring.

“Hi,” was honestly the best my mouth could do. She was friendly though and beamed a big pretty smile at me and said hi back.

“We decided to hire another person to help with your work load James. Now don’t worry she’s not going to steal you’re job, just assist you.”

“That sounds great,” I wanted this girl as close to me as possible I began smiling a grin that was frankly scary although I face didn’t seem to obey commands to stop.

“If you wouldn’t mind James we’d also like you to train Natalie up so to speak. Show her the ropes.”

“Yeah of course, if you want for the first couple of weeks she can share my office it’s massive and it’ll make it easy.” I know, I know write now I sound like the worst kind of pervert and I’m sorry. But when Jeanie asked if that was okay with Nat she seemed genuinely supportive of the idea. So we ended up getting an extra desk and chair and heading back to my office. We arranged the desk so we would be facing each other and I began telling her the deal with what we’d be doing day in day out.

“Seriously then why hire me?” She Escort Bayan asked once I’d explained how long it takes me to do this each day.

“I have no idea but at least I’ll be done by ten now.” Natalie smiled at this and since I’d already done today’s work we just talked.

We actually had a lot in common a lot of the same music (which is odd because I have eclectic taste) films and even computer games. By the end of the day we talked like old friends it was nice. She was funny which is always the way to my heart and when it was time to go I asked her how she was getting home.

“Bus, why?”

“If you wanted I could give you a lift home.”

“I’ve only known you for 5 hours for all I know you’re a serial killer.”

“Yeah but even that’s still better than public transport.” I smiled and my heart lit up when she laughed. It was such a cute giggle that didn’t have a trace of self-awareness. I just wanted to hug her then and there.

“You do have a point there, you don’t mind do you I live on Wordsworth Ave. is that ok.” I admit it wasn’t in my journey but not too much of a detour either.

“No, seriously don’t worry about it.”

The next month went on like that with us talking and having fun all day and me giving her a lift home at night. We sneaked in a small stereo and because my office was so out the way no one noticed (or cared) when we’d play music all afternoon. We’d exchange mix tapes and recommend books. I woke up every morning excited to see her and spend the day talking with Natalie. I fell deeply in love.

When December came around we decided to go to the Christmas party together I pretended to want to go in an ironic cynical way and Nat agreed immediately simply because she liked terrible parties.

On the night of the party I arrived at Natalie’s house to pick her up. When I saw her she looked stunning. Wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with what I knew to be an Eels t-shirt underneath she managed to wow me.

“Natalie you look beautiful,” I said suddenly realising how inappropriate that comment was. “Sorry.”

“Thanks James, that’s what I going for with this ensemble.”

I laughed and we made our way to the office.

We arrived at the party a little late and when we entered the room (the cafeteria with tables pushed against the wall) we had to stifle a laugh at how bad it was. People who should have known better were drunkenly dancing to one of the most horrendous discos I have witnessed. We stood there for a couple of seconds stupefied before opening my I broke.

“Nat…”

“Yeah, I know lets make our own disco we’ve got enough music downstairs.”

I nodded in agreement and went over to the table set up with food to grab some colas and snacks before making our way down to our shared office. We immediately put the stereo on and sat down with our recovered food. We smiled at each other and laughed.

“Glad we didn’t have to pay for this shit.”

“Got to agree there Nat, my 5 year olds birthday was more kicking than this. Seriously I thought the strippers were over the top though.” Natalie laughed at this and looked back at me.

“Next song you have to dance with me,” she commanded. Before politely adding. “Please.” I picked up the album we were listening to: My Aim is True and checked what the next song would be.

“Alison, not really danceable Keçiören Escort is it?”

“Your problem is you got no funk, you can dance to anything. Plus I really wanted to dance with you.” I have to say this piqued my interest so when the song changed we stood up and moved to the empty corner of my office.

“I must warn you Natalie, my dancing prowess is known far and wide, I have so much talent I donate it to needy children. It’s how I got this job my skills pay the bills.” Natalie smiled at this outrageous claim.

“James you are the clumsiest person I’ve met, I’ll be impressed if either of us comes out of this alive.”

We began to dance, I was so nervous Natalie scent had me dizzy and I couldn’t take my eyes away from hers. She smiled up at me and rested her head against my chest. We moved slowly against each other her body gently grinding against mine. For the first time ever it felt like the feelings that I had for Natalie were reciprocal. I felt like I was in with a chance. I could hear Natalie softly singing the lyrics against my chest. I had never heard her sing and her voice was beautiful. I knew I had to take this chance no matter of the consequences I gently placed my hand on her face and she immediately looked up into my eyes. I slowly moved towards her titling my head as I got closer. Nat closed her eyes and we began to kiss. It was the most amazing sensation I have ever experienced. We began to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues whilst our hands roamed each other’s bodies.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently ran my fingers though her soft silky hair. She gripped my back and pulled me into her, I could feel her full breasts pressing into my chest as we continued to kiss. The passion and pleasure that coursed through me left me shaking and when Nat suddenly pulled away I was caught off guard.

“James I have to tell you something. For me this isn’t something sudden I’ve wanted to feel you against me since I first saw you. At first it was just, well lust to be honest but I got to know you and you are everything I have ever wanted.” At this point she was looking away from me obviously to nervous to see my reaction “You’re funny, cool and you always make me feel great about just being me. I want this but I don’t want to be over, I mean I don’t want this to effect us as friends.”

“Natalie I honestly feel the same way about you. Exactly the same, I want to spend every second with you and I’ve to kiss those perfect lips of yours since I first saw you. I love you and haven’t had you out of my mind since I had you introduced to me.”

The last part of the sentence was cut off as Natalie grabbed me and kissed me passionately her tongue sliding deep into my mouth. She began to manoeuvre us to my desk until she was sitting on it with her legs wrapped around me. I ran my hand up and down her sexy thighs up to her slender waist. She gasped as I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and felt her soft stomach. Natalie began to push all files off my desk and lay back.

“I want you, I need you now James.” She whispered sultrily.

I kissed her once more before beginning to unbutton her jeans and slip them off her long gorgeous legs whilst Natalie took off her shirt and pulled her t-shirt over her head. In no time at all Natalie lay there in matching black bra and pants looking stunning. Ankara Escort I couldn’t resist and immediately began to kiss the curve of her shoulders slowly moving down her perfect body. When I got to her slim stomach I began to slide down her pants obviously eager she arched her back to make it easier for me to take them off.

I took my time working my way down to her shaved pussy kissing gently I made my descent. Natalie moaned loudly as slid my tongue against her skin but I knew the music would drown out the noise. Natalie’s pussy was perfect I softly licked her wet lips and gripped her hips as she writhed in pleasure. I moved my hand up and down her body taking her bra off whilst I encircled her clitoris with my tongue. Her breasts were amazing full and round with tiny pink nipples that looked gorgeous against her milky skin.

“God, James,” she moaned. “Fuck me I need to feel you inside of me.”

I was more than happy to oblige and began to take off my trousers whilst she practically ripped my shirt off. I gasped as I felt her hand touching my skin and quickly removed my boxers. Natalie lay back again and I positioned my cock against her pussy, I really wanted to savour this so I closed my eyes as I slowly slid inside of her. She felt amazing tight and unbelievably soft I let out a soft moan as the full length of my cock slid inside of her.

“Oh, God,” she practically screamed. “I love you!”

“I love you too,” I said honestly.

I started to thrust inside of Natalie taking it slow but with long deep thrusts. Natalie ran her finger down my spine almost scratching me when I pushed my cock deep inside of her. We began to kiss again and Natalie began to buck against me hard so I sped up fucking her hard and fast. She couldn’t contain herself and moaned deeply into my mouth, in return I gasped and broke away from the kiss. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we immediately started to make out again. I explored her body with my arms trying to experience every inch of this goddess. I felt Natalie’s pussy grip my cock tight and knew she was coming. Her body shook as the orgasm racked her body so I let the feeling subside before I gently slid out her. She seemed to anticipate my plan and turned round lying face down on the desk. I ran my hands down the curve of her slender sexy waist and thrust deep inside of Natalie. Moaning with pleasure she began to buck against me timing her movements with my thrusts. This felt amazing I gripped her hips and pulled her into me. I knew I would be coming so I slipped my hand under her body and began to gently rub her wet clit with my finger. Natalie shuddered as soon as my finger moved around her hardened clitoris and her thrust onto me became much harder.

Natalie grabbed at my desk tightly causing the wood to creak her cries now audible over the music but neither of us cared. I continued fucking her harder and harder barely able to contain my orgasm and finding it increasingly difficult to rub her gorgeous clit. Natalie’s movements against me had almost stopped when she suddenly arched her back thrusting her whole body tight against me. I felt her muscles clamp around my cock and I could no longer hold back I began coming deep into her pussy moaning whilst Nat cried out my name is pleasure. After we couple of minutes in after orgasm bliss we began to compose ourselves sneaking kisses as we pulled our clothes back on,

“That was amazing Natalie, better than I could have ever wished. Thank you.” My arms ached as I finished the last button on my shirt, but I still managed to hand Nat her t-shirt.

“That was nothing just wait till we get back to mine later.”

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My wife recently bought a new iPhone and was having some difficulty setting things up. I suggested she look for a class as it seldom works out well when I try to offer her technical support. She found a user group that meets at the local library on Thursday nights and she decided to go.

When she got back I asked her how it was; she said, “Great, oh and the instructor is HOT!”

I looked at her intently trying to read her; she and I have long-fantasized about a threesome with another man and she knows it turns me on. She continued, “his name is Phil, he reminds me of a guy you’d see on the college rowing or lacrosse team, sandy blonde hair, brown eyes.” I rolled my eyes but she knew I was intrigued but then the she changed the subject to the class itself and that was kind of the end of it.

The next Thursday night, I noticed she wore a sexy pair of tight-fitting pants, I think they’re made of Lycra and they showcase her nice ass. I also noticed she must have not been wearing panties “oooh, no lines!” I said as I rubbed my hand over her firm ass. I gave her a smile and teased, “dressing up for Phil?” We hadn’t talked about him since last Thursday. She blushed and smiled and pushed me away.

The next morning I woke up with a super hard erection pressed up against my wife’s ass. She ground back into me and moaned. She was still half-asleep. Knowing she often has sex dreams in the morning, I took a chance, “Do you like grinding against Phil’s cock?”

She moaned “yes, I like his cock”. I continued to pretend to be him as she got more and more turned on. This turned me on too; I’ve often fantasized about sharing my wife with a hot young guy.

“Grind Phil’s cock baby!” I encouraged her as though I was a spectator. She moaned louder and her body shuddered, my cock pounding against her as my shaft slid back and forth, the head of my cock rubbing over her clit. She was so turned on! I liked that we were sharing this fantasy and that she was so into it. I turned her over, lifted he legs up and slowly pressed my cock into her very wet pussy. She closed her eyes and gasped as I slowly entered her. She usually looks me in the eye but this morning her eyes were closed and I think she was thinking of Phil as I thrusted deeply into her. This made me even hornier and we fucked harder and longer than we had in a long time. It was amazing. Afterward, we gave each other a passionate kiss and started our day, not saying anything more about our ‘imaginary’ friend.

This half-dream state fantasy repeated a couple times. I would say something like, “Phil’s here, do you want to play with his cock?” She would invariably moan and say yes. Our sex life was better than it had been in years. çeşme escort

I would ask her what she would do with two hard cocks and she would say “I want to grind on Phil’s cock while I stroke yours, then I want you to fuck me while I suck his hard cock”. This made me super hard and horny and she knew it.

The next Thursday, as she got ready to go to class, I asked her if she was going to talk to Phil that night? She just said “probably” and left it at that. We hadn’t discussed turning our fantasy into reality. “I could talk to him” I told her. “You better not!” she quickly shot back. “OK, well tell him I say hi,” and I kissed her as she walked out the door.

Weeks went by and I we continued our fantasy role-playing. I would tease her about asking him to join us for dinner. I eventually realized that she would not make the first move with Phil, so I did. I’d never met him but knew his name and found him on Facebook. I sent him an innocent message about my wife, whom I described, needing some one-on-one support and asked if he’d be willing. He is a consultant so this wasn’t a strange request. Fortunately, he said yes. I hadn’t told my wife at this point.

I set up an appointment for late on a Saturday afternoon for him to come to our house. When I told my wife I had made an appointment with Phil, she was momentarily annoyed but at the same time she was excited about the possibilities.

As the time approached my wife got ready; she came out of the bedroom wearing a thin summer dress and she looked super sexy. She came up to me and gave me a deep kiss and put my hand on her ass so I could feel she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She winked at me and waited with her iPhone on the sofa for Phil. He arrived right on time. My wife was right; he is a great-looking guy, one of those guys who doesn’t even try to look good, or worry much about his looks. He reminded me of model from a J. Crew or an REI catalog.

As they sat on the couch trying to fix a problem with iCloud backups, I went to the kitchen and brought out a tray of cheeses and appetizers. Phil turned down a glass of wine but when my wife said she’d have one, he recanted. As they sat on the couch drinking wine and talking, I was in the kitchen preparing to make dinner. I walked in and noticed my wife’s hand on Phil’s thigh as they looked at her iPhone screen. He didn’t seem to pay any attention. She and I made eye contacted and gave me a sly smile. I refilled their wine glasses and then sat across from them, opened my laptop and checked my email. I noticed Phil was rubbing his neck and asked, “sore neck?”

He said he’d had a stressful week. I told him my wife başakşehir escort gave an amazing back rub, and that he should let her see what she can do. “Really, yeah, that’d be great, if it’s OK”. We both said sure at the same time and smiled at each other. My wife stood up and had him sit at the edge of the sofa so she had better access to his broad shoulders. She started massaging his neck, shoulders and the back of his head then worked her way to his strong hands. She ran her hands down his back and worked her way outward, then up to his neck again, stretching his tight muscles. I could tell he was really enjoying it by the oohs and ahs he was making.

“You have some pretty good knots, why don’t you take your shirt off and I’ll get some proper lotion?” she said quietly to him. He was hesitant at first but took his shirt off as my wife retrieved the body lotion she likes to use on me. She worked her lotion covered hands all over his back, neck and shoulders and moved around to his chest. He was like putty in her hands. My cock was now straining against my jeans as I watched my wife with this handsome younger man.

“You’re really a mess, I think you need a full body massage”, my wife offered innocently, “we have a massage table in the spare bedroom.” Phil was definitely into it, he looked at me for any signs of disapproval and got none.

“I’ll start making dinner, Phil, can you join us?” He said he could and I told him to enjoy his massage.

My wife led him to the spare bedroom and told him to undress and get under the towel. As he did this, she came to the kitchen and gave me a deep passionate kiss and grabbed my swollen cock through my jeans. “I’m going to rub my hands all over his hard body and then I want you to come in and watch”. She didn’t wait for a response and went back to the bedroom. Phil was lying face down with a towel covering his muscular ass.

My wife started with his neck and broad shoulders and worked her way down his arms to his fingers. She came back to his shoulders and rubbed up and down his back, just brushing up against his muscular butt still covered by the towel. She worked slowly and seemed to relish each moment.

She eventually moved to his feet and slowly worked her way up his calves and legs, staying away from the inside of his thighs. She got to his ass and pulled back the towel enough to expose one cheek which she skillfully kneaded and stroked. I was watching from the kitchen and saw Phil rotate his ass to meet my wife’s moves. He was obviously getting turned on. She covered him back up and did the same thing to the other cheek. My wife then folded the towel lengthwise leaving just küçükçekmece escort a thin strip covering his ass. I was now standing in the doorway; my cock now fully hard.

I watched as my wife oiled up her hands and ran her fingers up the inside of Phil’s legs. He spread his legs subtly as my wife massaged his ass with her thumbs. She finally removed the towel completely and was now working her hands all over his ass and lower back. She gently wrapped her hand around his balls and tugged gently which made him moan. While continuing to massage his ass and balls with one hand, she stripped out her dress and let it fall to the floor. She told him to turn over.

Without hesitation, he got on his back. His semi-hard cock flopped against his leg. He was, I’ll just say ‘gifted’. My wife stared at his thick, handsome cock for a moment, smiled at me and then gently stroked his hair and kissed him gently but briefly on the lips. She filled her hands with oil and massaged his chest and shoulders. As she did this he reached back and ran his hands up her legs to her ass which made her moan quietly. He gently squeezed her firm ass as she rubbed his pecs and shoulders. She slowly worked down to his abs but intentionally avoided his cock.

She moved to the side of the table and ran long strokes with both hands down his legs to his feet then back up the inside of his thighs. She ran her thumbs under his balls moving back and forth to his ass. He spread his legs and moaned. His cock was now rock hard and a large drop of pre-cum had formed and dropped to his abs. Seeing my sexy naked wife working her hands all over this hard young guy was so sexy. I now had my hard cock in my hands and was gently stroking it. My wife continued to gently work on his ass and balls. She got more oil and dripped it over his aching cock finally wrapping both hands around it. Phil moaned and thrust to meet her hands. My wife is an expert at this. She worked the shaft of his cock with one hand and the head with the other. She then kept one hand circling the thick head of his cock and massaged his balls with the other. I saw her move one hand farther down and I knew she was teasing his anus with her oily fingers. This made Phil moan the same way it does me.

This went on for a surprisingly long time. Finally, Phil moaned, arched his back and thrust his hips into my wife’s hands as one hand tightened around his balls and the other stroked then entire length of his meaty cock. He launched what must have been a dozen thick streams of white cum that seemed to go everywhere. Some of hit my wife’s chest and dripped down her hard nipples onto his chest, some of it landed on his neck and chin. She then rubbed her tits all over his cum-covered chest and abs while continuing to milk his thick cock. He panted heavily and had a huge smile on his face as he struggled for words. She kissed his neck and picked up some of his cum on her lips then kissed him deeply.

My wife handed Phil a towel and he left to take a shower.

To be continued…

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A Saint Valentine’s Day Fairy Tale

‘Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.’ (Friedrich Schiller)

I remember when it was spring at this time of year. Or maybe I don’t. It’s always hard to tell with memories. My whole childhood life is bathed in a sort of warm sunny glow, but rational thought tells me that I can’t have grown up in a time of forever summer. I remember coming here years ago during my school holidays. I remember running around outside in just a thin cotton dress, the grass that had been dormant all winter now brushing against my bare legs, but perhaps I’m mixing different memories together. Even so, the harsh cold light of my contemporary life has me thinking that it’s unseasonably cold for the middle of February.

The wheels of my car crunch on the gravel driveway of my grandmother’s cottage. I haven’t been here in a few years, but seeing it now gives me a warming sense of familiarity. There’s a lot of me here, or at least the me that once was, many years ago. Mentally I refer to it as my grandmother’s cottage even though technically it isn’t, not any more. She’s been dead for five years. Actually, the last time I came here, I think now, was for the funeral. I guess it’s my cottage now, at least in so much as it is anybody’s. It belongs to the family jointly, but we tend to rent it out as a holiday let. I guess it’s too cold at this time of year for any takers because it wasn’t a problem to take it this weekend for myself.

I open the car door and am welcomed with a blast of cold, wintery air. My boot cracks on the white frosty ground as I step out and breathe the fresh air. It feels good to fill my lungs with it after hours in the car’s stuffiness. Even more so after spending every day commuting across the polluted city and working in an ever grey office. The sky is a pale blue colour with white clouds draped coldly across it. A thin misty vapour snakes around my ankles. There is a slight breeze in the air, light enough but cold. It seems to blow through my thick dark red hooded overcoat right though to my bare skin and bones beneath.

In the distance, I can hear a single bird call in the air, optimistically awaiting the arrival of spring. Apart from that, there is a quiet lying across the tiny village that seems so unusual to my city girl ears. Glancing around as I open the boot of the car to get my suitcase, I cannot see anything or anybody out in the village’s one little street. It is deserted, not populated by a single soul. Or so I think at first.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice somebody else, standing so still that at first he blended into the background. He is staring unashamedly right at me in a way that makes me feel awkward and embarrassed. I can’t hold his gaze, but still feel his eyes on me as I pull my suitcase out of the car. I feel a flush of annoyance. I don’t know this man but I know that I don’t like him looking at me like that. It seems impolite, insolent even, to stand there watching, neither coming over to introduce himself nor turning away when his watching eye was noticed.

He is standing across the road, lounging languidly against the dry stone wall that encircles the front garden of the cottage opposite my grandmother’s. His face displays an arrogant haughtiness, not helped by a wispy little beard and arched eyebrows. He is dressed in a long grey coat with a high collar. At first I thought he was a statue, standing so still and grey, but I look into his eyes and, although at first they appear dark, almost black, I now percieve a bright piercing blue, the colour of the skies above.

I turn my back on that bright, penetrating stare to slam the boot of the car shut with an aggressive motion that betrays how uncomfortable I feel being watched. I can’t help but look back again, however, a second later, only to find that he has vanished. Still, I feel a little uncomfortable. I like to be alone sometimes, I enjoy my own company, but a part of me entertains a slight fear about what could happen to a young woman alone in the country. I half remember stories heard years ago about girls lost far from home and the strange men who could prey on them. There’s a line of poetry playing on a loop in my head and I don’t know where it’s come from, more of a mantra perhaps than a poem.

‘We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits:

Who knows upon what soil they fed

Their hungry thirsty roots?’

I remind myself that I am not a stranger in a strange village, that I have not become lost in a dark wood. I spent so many days of my childhood here, it could be a second home. But my adult self still feels a little like an outsider, like I belong here and yet don’t belong. Everything around the cottage is familiar, but not quite as I remember it through the rose tinted spectacles of nostalgia. It’s as if, looking over the cottage, it is itself the not quite fully remembered image, that Escort Ankara the real cottage is just on the edge of my mind and, if I can only summon it up correctly, the one in front of me will become the happy home of my childhood holidays. Without my grandmother there any longer, however, it is, in a sense, a sad, empty place.

When I go to collect the keys to the cottage, the kindly older gent next door remembers me. He tells me how I’ve grown, how the last time he saw me I was barely knee high. This isn’t true. He saw me at her funeral. I wonder briefly, as I take the keys from him and our concise small talk concludes, whether he remembers me there or if his whole impression of me is based on the time when he saw me as a neighbour every few months.

As he shuts the door, he makes a comment asking whether I’ve come alone. I infer that he expects a boyfriend, a husband or something. It’s not a proposition or anything creepy, just genuine curiosity and a note of surprise, perhaps. I am reminded of the kind of incessant desire to see people paired off that is part of the reason why I have finally decided to take the opportunity to retreat to this pleasant little cottage I’ve been avoiding for so long.

I don’t understand why society keeps trying to force me to find someone, like I’m not a whole or complete person on my own. It’s as if everybody genuinely believes that having a lover would make all their other worries and problems disappear. I’m not an antisocial person, but I don’t need somebody else with me always. Being alone is not something that I’ve ever felt overly troubled by. Well, except for the way people try and set you up and push you together to satisfy their own desire for neat romantic resolution.

Most of the time, these ideas seem to be buzzing around in the background for most people, chattering away amongst a million other hopes and fears. However, at this time of year, everybody seems to go crazy with it. People in relationships either seem smugly gloating or desperate to push their single friends into couplings of their own. Single people seem desperate to avoid being on their own at all costs. And all this because the greetings card companies and flower sellers tell them they should. People are so suggestible. People are so annoying. I’m better off alone, sometimes, I think as I leave the neighbour’s cottage.

I slide the keys into the pocket of my overcoat, only to realise that I need them almost instantly as I walk up the path to the cottage. As I reach back into the pocket to fish them out from the mess old receipts, loose change, a button and a half eaten packet of mints, my hand closes around something unfamiliar. Or rather, something vaguely familiar, but which I can’t place as something in my pocket.

I draw it out and examine it, pausing on the threshold of the cottage even though the cold is biting. It is a little flat disc, a sort of yellow-white colour. It looks a little crumbly. There is a design on the surface, a little embossed and coloured pink. I run my finger over it and trace a heart. There are words too, it says ‘Eat Me’, with echoes of Alice and her cake. It’s not just that though, those two simple words conjure myriad meanings, the printed text offering no tone or emphasis. Is it simply making a pragmatic request, is ‘eat me’ insultingly dismissive or, perhaps, suggestive in a different way, a sexual way? I don’t know how to take those words and it bothers me that much less smart people wouldn’t be troubled by that.

I recognise it as a ‘love heart’, one of those chalky sherbet type sweets with little words and messages of fondness or flirtiness to share with a loved one. I haven’t seen one in years, I’m kind of surprised that they still make them. I never remember them being the nicest, sweetest of treats. These days, they’re apparently all printed in txtspeak anyway. Phrases like ‘Me + U 4Ever’ at least save on printing costs, even if it’s hardly ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day, thou art more lovely and more temperate’.

Catching my thoughts being cynical and snobbish, I stop myself. I’m not bitter about love. It doesn’t much matter to me that I’ve never met a man to share my interests with, to share my life with, to share myself with. I secretly doubt that there is such a man anyway, so why bother myself too much over it.

I look again at the sugary disc in my hand. It seems odd to see just one all alone. Love hearts usually come in packets, all matched up with others of their kind. This solitary candy piece seems almost lonely. A little lonely heart just like me. I did the whole lonely hearts thing once. Never again. That was not the path to meeting a sensible, normal guy. I contemplate this lonely heart’s message and decide against taking up its offer. Instead I slip it back into my pocket and take the keys out.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step through the doorway into my grandmother’s cottage. I don’t know what I expect to Ankara Escort happen to me and my memories of this place as I enter the cottage and shut the door behind me, but all I feel is a little empty, even a little disappointed that I don’t feel some kind of grief. It’s been a few years now, I guess I’m moving on. I take a look around and everything is solid and familiar, but it is as if I’m seeing it from a distance, as if through the wrong end of a telescope or like I’m seeing through someone’s eyes but my own. I’m overthinking it again.

It is every bit as cold inside the cottage as it is outside. I get the feeling that there hasn’t been anybody staying here in a little while. I flick a switch to bring the heating on and hear the boiler whir to life, but I know it’s going to be a little while before the cottage is warm. It’s a fairly small space with a low ceiling with wood beams, so it shouldn’t take too long to heat up, but in this cold even that feels a bit of a wait. There’s an old fashioned fireplace as well and I decide, even though I hadn’t been intending to, that I should light a fire. The idea of a fire seems appealingly traditional, feels like it will make the place cosy with more than just the literal warmth of its glowing flame.

The ground floor of the cottage is small enough to be all one open plan room except for the little bathroom beside the stairs. The fireplace is at the heart of the living area, beyond that is a kitchen area with a gas oven and four gas burners. I’m glad that I’ve bought a carton of milk with me as the fridge is completely empty. I turn on the gas, hoping the blue flame will help the cottage heat up, and put an old metallic saucepan full of milk on to heat while I get the fire ready.

The kitchen window looks out onto the cottage’s back garden, covered in crisp, bluish coloured frost. The sun is starting to set over it, the low lying light making the crystals of frost sparkly like fairy lights. I recall warmer, sunnier days and rushing around that garden playing at being a heroic knight errant, rescuing a beautiful damsel, also me, from a wicked witch, usually played by my grandmother. Beyond the low stone wall and tangled weeds and brambles at the foot of the garden, there is a path and a rather feeble stream beyond which there is nothing but low empty fens.

The fens, those damp, dirty marshes, always held a kind of scary fascination for me as a child. I was never allowed to play there, I was told that the wet marshlands were a place where a little girl could get lost all too easily, that the landscape was deceptively treacherous, that you would not know when you stepped on something that looked solid if it might in fact suck you in. On evenings like this one, the fens are shrouded in thin slivers of mist and seem to give off an eldritch light that has no discernible source.

I catch myself staring out at the fens, lost in my own thoughts, and make sure I go out to the coal shed. I leave the cottage by the rustic looking solid wood back door into the garden and go around to the side of the building where, as I remember, a little shed holds coal for the fire. There’s a little stack of dusty black lumps of coal on one side of the shed, while a helpful local woodcutter had come over at some point and chopped up some logs. I grab a couple of these and fill the coal scuttle, covering my already dusty red overcoat with coal dust and woodchips, when I spot something in amongst the pile of black coal, something blue.

Putting the scuttle down, I reach to pick up this mystery object and let out a little sigh of surprise as it reveals itself. I brush the rest of the dark smudges of dust from it to be sure, but I was right, it’s a little flat disc of pale blue sugar. Another love heart. I think that it’s a bit of a strange coincidence after the one I found in my pocket earlier. I wonder how long it’s been in the shed, it’s dirty and dusty enough that it’s hard to tell for sure. I know that sugar tends to keep without getting mouldy. It could be any age. I wonder if perhaps I was the one who lost it as a child.

The message written on the sweet with smudged red food dye is, however, not like any that I recall seeing on love hearts before. For a start, it has a lot more words than the simple phrases I’m used to seeing, so much so that I have to hold it up to the light from the cottage window in order to read it. The words are not exactly romantic, but then not exactly unromantic either. Mostly they’re just cryptic. The blue love heart’s message reads:

‘When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,

The lonely of heart is withered away.’

Lonely hearts again. It seems to me like the world is out to convince me that lonely is how I should be feeling tonight without a partner. Even the candy is against me! I feel almost like it could be protesting too much to insist that I do not particularly need nor desire the withering away of my loneliness. Or maybe it is suggesting Ankara Escort Bayan that I myself will wither away due to my loneliness. Not the most pleasant thought there.

Given that I had just pulled it from an old coal shed, I decide not to eat this one either. I slip it into the pocket of my red hooded coat with the other, neither such lonely hearts now, before picking up the logs and coal scuttle and returning to the cottage. As I do, I continue to wonder about the coincidence of discovering these two similar sweets together within minutes, two of a type of candy I hadn’t thought about in years. Probably not since when I used to come here as a child. I ponder once more whether it could have been me leaving things here.

A memory comes back of being here about twenty years earlier, in this garden, on this same night of the year, and being given a shiny pink tube shaped packet of just these love hearts, albeit with more conventional slogans. Although, come to think of it, I wasn’t really given them. They were left on the doorstep. I remember my grandmother telling me a little story, a fairytale, about Jack Valentine.

According to my grandmother, Jack Valentine was the Valentine’s fairy, but rather than being a cupid figure spreading romantic love with his arrows of desire, he was more of a Santa Claus type. Every year, on the night of February 13th, Jack Valentine would come from over the fens and knock on the door of every child in the village. He would leave a small gift or some sweet things on the doorstep and then, just as the child opened the door, would snatch it away.

Just as the door was shut on the now empty doorstep, Jack Valentine would knock again and the present would be there again, only for it to be snatched away once more when the child went to get it. How many times this ritual went back and forth seems to have varied from household to household depending, I now suspect, on the commitment to the story of the parents or grandparents. However, in the end, the child would have got his or her little packet of sweet candy and the story would have ended quite happily.

I don’t know why, but part of me always found Jack Valentine a little bit of a sinister character. The idea of this strange fairy creeping across the weird fens to come knocking at my door, leaving me anonymous sweet gifts, made me quite uncomfortable. I had always felt safe and secure in the cosy surrounds of the cottage, but on this night it had seemed that it was not such an impregnable stronghold as I had imagined, that it could be penetrated by the fairy trickery and magic from across the fens.

I shudder, partly at the fact that I am still standing in the cold, partly at the memory of how what should have been a special treat as a child had actually given me the creeps. I shut the door behind me, shutting out both the cold and my childhood fears, and dump the coal and logs by the fireplace. The pan has boiled and I pour the hot milk into a mug and stir in some cocoa powder until it goes a thick brown consistency. Sipping the chocolatey drink, finally starting to feel warm inside, I kneel in the fireplace and clear it of the ash of past fires.

The knees of my old jeans are getting covered in soot, but I’m not overly bothered. I plan on shutting myself in the cottage in front of the fire, drinking my cocoa and burying myself in a good book. I have no intention of leaving the growing warmth of this small space tonight and, thus, have no concern about looking my best. It’s quite a pleasant, liberating feeling.

Despite this, I brush a little coal dust from my coat as I drape it over a chair and put a match to the kindling and coal I have arranged in the old fireplace. I feel a triumphant jump in my stomach as the flame ignites first time and soon I am warming my hands over its orange glow.

I sit myself down in a comfortably ragged armchair by the fire and pull my knees up to my chest protectively. My shapeless knitted sweater is too long for my arms after being put through too many washes, but I enjoy the sense of its frayed sleeve covering my hands, one wrapped around the warm mug of cocoa, the other leafing through the book I have taken from my bag.

Choosing appropriate reading material for this trip proved surprisingly tricky. I turned my nose up at romantic stories about soul mates finding each other and living happily ever after. And yet picking stories with no romance in them seemed once again to be trying too hard to avoid thinking about my own single status. In the end, I decided that all the true classic love stories are tragedies anyway, and that I had a plentiful choice by dipping into some of the delightfully leather bound books with yellowing leaves that I had inherited from my grandmother.

The story I am reading is ‘Tristram of Lyonesse’, the classic tragedy of Tristram and Iseult as written in that era of Victorian King Arthur enthusiasm. Before too long, I find myself lost in the world of mediaeval heroism, chivalry and courtly love. I linger on the passages that describe Iseult and her noble rescuer Tristram drinking the love potion intended for the lady and her husband and the yearning feelings of mixed desire and fear before they consummate their union.

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One day I follow you home from the library. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you as you sat there open and closing your legs. I know you were teasing me and it was driving me crazy. I watch you enter your house and look around to case your place. I find a tree that looks into your bedroom window. I climb it and wait till nightfall. You leave your window open since these nights it has been pretty hot. I watch you work on your school work a bit while paying some music. You then go into your bathroom and turn on the shower. You come back into your room and start dancing in front of the mirror as you strip tease for yourself. You throw off your shirt and expose beautiful luscious breasts. I lick my lips as I grab my cock just thinking of how your nipples tasted. You then bend down to slide off your thong panties…Oh god your ass looks so good and your pussy looks so tight. You continue to dance and sing until you go back into the shower. I take my chance and enter your house. I slowly enter your bedroom and hide in the closet. Thankfully the music and shower is so loud you don’t hear a thing.

After you shower, you go back into your bedroom and put on a pink lace bra and a sexy pair of thong underwear. Oh god if you wear that to sleep it would be a dream. I find some underwear in the closet and I pick them up to smell them. God they smell heavenly. Unfortunately after you totally dried off, you put on a set of pjs. Although not as sexy as the underwear, they make you look very innocent and youthful. You then turn off your music and slip into bed. You then open a drawer next to your bed and take out something I can’t figure out. You slowly close your eyes and when I think you’re going to sleep, I hear a slight moan coming from you. You say “I know you’ve been watching me.” Oh God. She knows I’m here. I stay put to call your bluff. You continue to moan and squirm in your bed as I watch. “Mister, why don’t you just take me now? I know you want me. FUCK ME. Fuck me on this table.”

“Table? What table?”

“I know you’re not here to read books. I see you everyday here at the library.”

The library? OH you must be fantasizing. I assume. You continue to moan until you breathe faster and the sheets on your bed begin to jerk. Suddenly your arch your back and moan with a high pitch sequel. Your breathing soon slows down and you put back whatever belonged in the drawer. You soon turn over and fall asleep.

You awaken to feel your hands tied to your bed posts and your feet spread Escort Bayan apart. Your pj shirt is open to expose your bra and you feel a hand covering your mouth.

I whisper. Scream and you’ll regret it.

I begin caressing your body with an ice cube I found in your freezer. Rubbing it against your nipples making in nice and hard.

You moan slightly. I caress your breasts, massaging them and pinching them a bit. You then feel my tongue swirl around your nipple and my lips sucking at your breasts.

I slowly put my hand on your stomach and move down your pants into your underwear. You try to put your legs together but I still stick my middle finger between your lips.

You bite your lip because it feels so good. I rub up and down your pussy.

Pinching your clit just slightly. I continue to lick and suck and nibble at your nipples while massaging them with my other hand. I soon take the ice cube again and start rubbing your pussy with it.

The chill is intensifying but pleasuring. I even manage to rub it deeper in your now wet and warm pussy.

The ice soon melts and I stick two fingers in your pussy and start rubbing deeper and faster. At points I even shake it up fast which makes you moan and arch your back.

You’re so hot you want to cum already. I stop sucking your nipples and go between your legs.

I remove your underwear and gently lick the inner thigh of your body. You again try to close your legs put I just spread them apart wider. As soon as I calm you down, I begin my work on your pussy. I lick up and down your pussy lips while rubbing your clit. You begin to whine and moan at the same time so I stop and look around for something to cover your mouth. I check the drawer beside your bed to look for something and find your weapon you used earlier that night.

A large sized dildo. I smile and stick the dildo in your mouth but you spit it out. I soon grab your underwear and tie it around your mouth.

I then take the dildo and shove it up your pussy. You arch your back so quickly. I jerk the dildo in and out slowly. The deeper I push it the wetter your pussy gets. Soon I feel like it’s a fine time to try to taste your pussy. So I go back between and start licking up and down. You breath has slowed down after being fucked by the dildo. I remove your panties from your mouth to let your breath better. I soon tell you we’re gonna play a little game. I’m gonna lick your pussy and spell out words with my tongue.

Get Ankara Escort it wrong and you’ll find out. Get it right and I’ll start untying you. 3 words. I start out easy.

C

O

C

you feel my tongue curving up and down against the side of your pussy. With a shortness of breath you say “cock”. I untie one of your legs.

I start again stroking up then down and back up then around…then up one side then down the other. Then start flickering my tongue back and forth. It feels so good you don’t know and risk getting it wrong. You soon guess.

FUCK

WRONG. I buzz your clit with a loud vibration of my lips. You arch your back because it feels good but as soon as you come back down you feel a large object between your cheeks. “OH NO!” You tell me please don’t fuck me in the ass.

spell the next word. You concentrate hard and fortunately it’s the word you guessed previously. I untie the other leg.

You have your legs free but they don’t force me off you. You just say fuck me. I just tell you I have to taste the appetizer before I fuck the meal. I continue to eat your pussy. Licking hard and soft. Flicking my tongue fast and plunging it deeper. Licking your sweet juices off you pussy walls. You continue to you moan and wrap your legs around my head to push me in deeper. I can feel your warmth and your heart beat racing. I soon feel your legs pulling me in deeper as you scream out and a gush of juices flows down my tongue. You relax and remove your legs. I clean up whatever comes of your pussy. I then get up and stroke my hard cock.

I tell you that your not going to sleep yet. I tell you to open your mouth. You slightly open them.

I put the head of my cock on your lips and force you to lick. You have no choice to and start licking the head and my precum starts oozing out.

I soon force the head of my cock into your mouth and tell you to suck. You suck and lick my head. When it feels wet enough I shove my cock a few more inches.

Your good at this, I tell you. You casually smile. I soon plunge my whole cock into your mouth. I hit the back and you gag causing you to close your teeth more.

I take out my cock before you clench down. You gasp for air. I hold your face and tell you don’t bite. You nod. We try again.

I slowly put my cock into your mouth and pulling it back out. In and out like a wet pussy. You suck so hard. You get the hang of sucking my cock. Your such a good girl. I finally Ankara Escort Bayan take my cock out and rub your pussy a bit more. Nice and wet…I pull your legs to the side of my hips and shove the head of my cock inside. Fits like a glove. A nice wet and tight glove. Inch by inch I shove my cock inside. You moan each time. I then pull out all the way and then shove it quickly back inside. Hard.

You grunt. I rock back and forth starting slowly. Pushing you back and forth. Harder and deeper. You start getting wetter and soon I’m fucking you hard.

Faster and faster. Grunting hard while you scream. FUCK ME you scream. Sweat beings to fly off our bodies. You love to be fucked.

You’ve been waiting for something like this all day. Your breath gets faster and moans are loud. You soon hit your high pitch and convulse as you hit your orgasm.

You lie there breathing heavily. I untie your arms. I get ready to leave and then you tell me to fuck you from behind as you get on your hands and knees. I come from behind stroking my cock.

): I come from behind stroking my cock. I rub your clit with my cock. You moan wishing me to start fucking you already. I’m not ready yet after the last explosion

I look down and find your dildo next to my leg. I hold the dildo next to my waist and thrust it down your pussy. You moan hard. FUCK Yes. You tell me I’m so fucking hard so fast.

I grin. I thrust back and forth slowly again. You meet my every thrust by backing up. We go faster and faster.

You soon grab your bed posts while I grab the back of your hair and shoulder to thrust you harder on to your dildo. My cock soon ready again I slow down and you get ready to look back. You soon feel another sensation. One you feel a hard pulsating cock in your pussy then you feel another cock stretching you out.

You moan harder. I thrust my cock inside while I pull out the dildo and continue alternating. I soon I’m rubbing the dildo hard into your body while matching the speed of my thrusts. This must be the most sensation you’ve ever felt. You lean back and try to grab hold of something.

Fuck is the only word that comes out of your mouth every second. I soon hear that high pitch noise coming from each word.

I grunt louder and thrust faster like I’m running the last lap. Soon you squeeze hard against my body while cumming hard. I groan louder as I pull out the dildo and grab your body.

We soon collapse on the bed. We catch our breaths. I leave you lying on your bed and put my clothes on. I grab a piece of your underwear and look back at you falling asleep. You slump on the bed and sleepily say.

“Next time you see me in the library, just bring me to a study room and you can examine me there.”

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