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Please feel free to email me with correct translations of the foreign language in this story, whilst it is loosely based on fact, it is largely a work of fiction.

Katarina was one of those things that just happen. This is not the story to read if you want a quick jerk off story, this is a paced and painstakingly narrated story, if you want to really know the characters before they have sex, read on!

I have a friend who is into offroad driving in a big way; he has his own offroad-racing vehicle, which is based on a short wheelbase Landrover and he asked me to navigate for him at a national event he was going to with his club. I’m a pretty experienced navigator, I know my way round a set of pace notes from co-driving a national tarmac rally championship car, but this was going to be my first off road competition, it was going to be a challenge as you get bashed around a lot.

We met up with a few members of the club first thing in the morning and drove up as a convoy, the idea being to meet the remaining few there as they were on their way there from an event the previous week.

Scrutineering, the process of checking each vehicle for adherence to the rules was on Friday afternoon and we arrived just as it was starting and we were able to drive the competition vehicle straight out of the trailer and straight in to scrutineering. We had spent the best part of the previous week preparing the vehicle so it was no surprise it passed with flying colours and we could get the mobile workshop set up, and the tents erected.

I was just about to put the finishing touches to my tent when I was interrupted by one of the club guys yelling

“ Rob and Katarina are here”

My ears pricked up; I thought this was going to be a ‘boys weekend’, no one had mentioned Katarina coming. The arrival of a girl had added a new dimension of interest. I made my way over to the vehicle that had just pulled up. I knew Rob was doing the off road circuit big time this year, Rob had taken a sabbatical from his job as an IT security expert for a big banking corporation, who also sponsored him, but I thought Katarina was holding the fort at home, not joining in as well!

Let me just explain why this is such a big deal; Katarina was a spoken about a great deal within the club, I’d never met her, but other girls spoke about her with a mixture of jealousy and awe and the guys just plain lusted after her. Two things about her seemed to fuel the legend; her incredible beauty and her ice-maiden like attitude to proposals! Anyone who knows me will tell you that I like a challenge, and from the talk within the club I was going to struggle to get a kiss from this beautiful ice maiden.

I wandered over to see what all the fuss was about, but it didn’t take long before I noticed Katarina, the rumours were not wrong, she was stunning!

The world kind of fell away as I just leant against the Landrover they had arrived in and watched her. She was about 5’5” and ash blonde with a slightly elongated heart shaped face; she was wearing a Musto thermal roll-neck which was not doing anything to disguise the fact that she was absolutely stacked, if I had to guess I would have put her chest at about a 34d or e, she was busty, but everything was obviously exactly where it should be, there was no hint of sag at all! Following her figure down she had curves to die for; perfectly proportioned hips, and a board flat stomach, she had to work out! She was wearing a pair of tight skiing salopettes – practical given the muddy field, and a pair of walking boots. The salopettes accentuated her curves and showed off her ass to great effect, it was possibly the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen and I knew then I had to get hold of it somehow, even if it meant a drunken grope and getting a slap!

My friend came and found me, and noticed my far away expression;

“She has that effect on everyone, you’ll get over it – let me introduce you.”

I walked across to her in a bit of a daze. I was introduced to her and she replied

“Pleased to meet you.”

In a very polite fashion – but in a distinct accent, an accent I knew well. Damn, the girl wasn’t English – she was Croatian – or at least from the Adriatic coast area of Yugoslavia. I spent a lot of time there on holiday, and also worked there briefly, I knew enough of her language to hold a conversation with her…

“ Dobro Dan, Drago mi je” I introduced my self by saying, in the same formal tone she had employed ‘good afternoon, nice to meet you?’ which she responded to in english before asking me a another question in her native language

“Kako Ste?” How are you?

I responded in English, and she laughed.

My friend had wandered off during this exchange and we were left talking in a combination of English and Croat. She explained to me that her parents had brought her to England when she was 14 just before the civil war started. I explained my story that I had been on holiday when the war broke out and I ended up stopping a month in the bay of Kotor area of Montenegro before we could get across the Escort Eryaman border into Croatia to get to Dubrovnik airport to fly home. I had learnt a lot of Serbo-Croat then, as something to do. I also went back to Dubrovnik just after the fighting ended as a volunteer to use my skills as a communications engineer to help rebuild the state’s infrastructure.

The ice was well and truly broken. Katarina and I were talking like old friends. She explained that her family had been doctors in the small village of Cilipi (pronounced Chillipi) – which was somewhere I had visited on several holidays. I was surprised how fair her complexion was though; Croatian women are renowned as dark and sultry beauties but Katarina was fair skinned and almost white blonde haired. She explained that her mother was from a German family who had fled the Second World War. Her Germanic complexion had been passed to her, despite her dark haired father.

In about 20 minutes we had told each other our life stories and this beautiful woman fascinated me. She was talking to me warmly; there was no hint of the ice maiden reputation.

I helped her rig the generator and some of the workshop stuff in the trailer before it was time for us to go to the competitors briefing, which was followed by the navigators briefing where we were handed the notes the organizers prepare about the course. By the time the organizers had warned us about all the stuff they felt the need to warn us about, it was about time to head to the pub for dinner and a chat. Rob & Katarina went in their road vehicle, and I elected to walk with my friend, as the pub was literally 10 minutes walk away across the fields.

Dinner was great and served promptly, which left us with ages to chat, Katarina moved from next to Rob, to come and sit with me, we went through the pace-notes together in double quick time, as everyone else began a heated debate on composite chassis components. I’m a pretty mean spanner man, but my main area of expertise is preparing motorbikes, and whilst many of the engineering principles are the same, I’m afraid I’m not very interested in the various methods off constructing stronger lighter suspension tie bars, and optimizing steering rack ratios.

Katarina and I simply sat and talked about stuff, all kinds of stuff, she taught me some new Croat words, and told me about her life, which was quite interesting and varied. As she said, she’d come over when she was in her early teens and gone through what remained of the English schooling system, then she’d gone to university and studied international relations and now ran her own business from home, advising multinational companies if their policies would offend local sensibilities in the countries they operate in.

English readers will have seen the adverts for a well-known high street bank promoting their policy of ‘never underestimating local knowledge’ Katarina does that sort of thing.

We were talking casually about my job as a communications engineer when I noticed something had changed about the way she was sat, she’d lent way back into the corner of the booth we were in, and she’d extended her legs in my direction and was smiling at me, almost smirking at me, and she motioned for me to look downwards with her eyes. I did so and she began to run one extended leg up and down mine… I looked up at her and whispered in Croatian “shta ti radis” what are you doing?

She shrugged and replied simply, again in Croatian; “ono ose’cati dobro” it feels good; and carried on doing exactly what she had been doing.

It was hard to carry on a sensible conversation with her smiling that knowing smile but somehow we managed it for about another half hour before Katarina needed to visit the ladies room, I watched her walk across the room, and I’m sure she was putting on a particularly ass-wiggling walk especially for me.

Rob went to the bar shortly after and one of the group leant over to me and whispered:

“That’s incredible, she never even smiles when she talks to us and you’ve got her laughing! What are you doing to her?”

I simply replied “reading the signs and pressing the right buttons; it helps I can speak some of her language too”

“Lucky bastard” was the only response before he leant back and carried on conversing about the merits of knobs on steering wheels!

I stared into my pint for a bit and wondered what all this could lead to, I couldn’t see any way for us to end up in bed, which was the natural conclusion for flirting like this, not with her partner around. Little did I know that I was going to be thrown a lifeline by fate!

Katarina came back and we went over the course and pace-notes one more time and settled down for the rest of the evening. The pub was well out in the sticks and the publican had an elastic attitude to the licensing laws, and it was 1am when he announced he was going to bed and we’d all have to piss off!

My friend was completely wasted, god knows how he was going to drive in the morning, Rob offered to take him back to the site in the Landrover Eryaman Escort – which only had two seats on account of having a bed set up in the back of it! Katarina immediately suggested that I’d walk her back across the fields. The perfect way to get rid of her partner for 20 minutes!

We poured my friend into Rob’s vehicle and Katarina and I set off up the road. Katarina waited until Rob drove past, and then slipped her arm around me hugging me to her side. She gazed at me for a few moments, before whispering

“I’ve had a great time tonight, thanks for saving me from the boys and their leering, and from their talk about parts, I try to be interested but I just can’t do it for a whole evening.”

We crossed the road and climbed a gate to start across the fields. She jumped off the gate and I caught her, our bodies pushed together for what I thought would be moments, but she stayed pressed to me, she wrapped her fingers into mine and placed my hands on her backside – one of my self-set goals for the evening accomplished!

Again she looked up at me with her big green eyes, she didn’t say a word; she didn’t have to. I watched as she closed her eyes and leant closer to me, I closed my eyes and our lips met, we kissed gently, very gently, barely touching. One of my hands wandered up her back, her arms woven around my neck, I cupped the back of her head in one hand and she responded, her tongue insistently working, the intensity of the moment went through the roof and we lost ourselves, it can’t have been more than a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours and I never wanted it to end. Eventually, she lowered her head, and placed it against my chest, and she whispered

“I’ve never done that before, not with anyone but Rob, please don’t tell anyone… please?”

“Nemoj biti (Don’t worry), I promise I won’t.”

She looked up at me and smiled, and we carried on walking across the fields back to camp, she stayed holding me closely nearly all the way there, until at pretty much the last minute, before stepping away, letting her hand trail from around my waist, and drop away to her side. She looked at me, gave a tiny, almost imperceptible wave and walked away towards Rob’s Landrover.

I went to my tent, which was a family tent, bought to accommodate a race bike and me usually; but I brought the other sleeping compartment with me this time just in case! I settled down for the night, pulling my sleeping bag over me, as the night was warm. It must have been an hour later about 2.30am and I was more or less asleep, when I heard a mobile phone go off. There was some talking, followed by some activity, a door opened and slammed shut two or three times before I heard a vehicle leave. Moments later there was a ‘knock’ on my tent and Katarina whispered

“Let me in, please… I need to ask a favour”

I crawled out of my compartment and pulled the zip up. Katarina was stood outside clutching her sleeping bag and a pillow; she had a quilt round her shoulders. She wasn’t crying, which had to be a good sign but she wasn’t very happy. She crouched and came inside. She was definitely ready for bed, she had a pair of red silk pyjamas on, but she’d put her walking boots on; it was an odd picture!

“Rob’s just been called into work, they’ve had a major system security failure and he’s not sure whether he’s going to be back tomorrow, and he’s taken the car to drive down there. Can you co-drive in the competition for me? We’ve paid too much entrance money to back out now. But more importantly can you let me sleep here tonight?”

Some spotty hacker had handed me a night with Katarina on a plate; there must be a god!

“We can talk about driving arrangements in the morning, lets get some sleep” I backed away from her into my compartment, I wondered if she’d automatically follow me, or if she’d go into the other compartment. I was barely in the compartment before she followed me in, setting her bag up next to mine, and throwing the quilt over both of us. Purely by chance Katarina noticed that our bags were the same brand.

“I’m not a very warm person…” she started, I knew what was coming next!

“Of course you can zip into my bag, go ahead…” I jumped a step ahead of her and she just smiled.

Our bags were joined a few minutes later and I turned over, wondering what my next move should be, when I felt her roll over and shuffle across the width of the bags and cuddle up to my back, one of her hands went straight for my hips and she ran her hand up and down my legs, pulling herself close in behind me.

“There are men who’d kill to be in the position you’re in now… what are you going to do?”

There she went again, making the running, so much for the ice maiden! I rolled onto my back and she snuggled into me, with her head against my shoulder, half her body over mine. I could run one hand up and down her back, and it didn’t take long before I found my way inside her top, she was naked underneath it and I stroked up her side, barely touching her, all the way to her under arm. I could just touch the swell Eryaman Escort Bayan of her breast and she moaned and moved so I could cup it in my hand, gently massaging it.

“34d?” I whispered, guessing out loud.

“34d” she echoed, “you know your figures well”

“Lucky guess”

She rolled onto her back and said something in Croatian that I didn’t understand, I looked puzzled at her and she clarified;

“May god forgive me for what I’m about to do”

I felt no resistance as I undid her pyjama top, trailing my fingertips up her body to circle her boobs, I ran an exploratory finger under her breasts and across her armpits, I was expecting to feel the scars of a boob job, I couldn’t believe her breasts were so upright, even when she was led on her back they stayed pert, there was nothing, she was totally natural! I leant forward and flicked my tongue across her left nipple and she moaned softly, with my other hand, I ran my hand down her leg to her knee and then back up, I crossed her pubic mound expecting to feel the cushioning sensation of pubic hair under the silk of her pyjama’s – there was nothing!

She still had not resisted at all, so I moved breasts and focussed my attention on her right nipple, I felt her raise a hand to the breast I’d just abandoned and began to mould it in her hand, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple out. I slid my exploring hand up her stomach, it was totally flat, and when she moved I could feel the muscles rippling beneath the surface, it wouldn’t have taken very many sit-ups to turn into a six-pack!

I slid my hand back across her pubic region and then down the inside of her thigh, I could feel the dampness from her sex beginning to seep through the silk, she was getting heavily aroused now. She raised her free hand to the back of my head and cupped it, whispering

“It’s been a long time since I was pleasured like this”

I just murmured in reply and slid my hand inside her pyjama bottoms; I slid my palm across her pubis once again, cupping her mound of Venus in my hand, she wasn’t just shaved, she was waxed, and she was waxed completely, not a hair to be felt anywhere, incredible. I slid a finger down between her legs, marvelling in the softness of her lips, and the incredible wetness she was producing, she slowly moved her legs apart, enough for me to get my hand down to gently work a finger in between her lips to enter her soaking wet vagina. My opening of her lips brought another gush of pussy juice soaking my hand. I felt her move her hand from the back of my head and slide it under mine; she slowly pushed a finger into herself alongside mine, she frigged herself for two or three strokes before pulling her finger back out and raising it to my lips, I licked it, and was about to suck all the way down, when she pulled it smoothly away and whispered

“Lakom (greedy)” in a chastising tone “Don’t drink all of my juice, I don’t get this wet often; this is a moment for me to savour too”

As she sensually licked the remainder of her own juice from her finger.

I slid another finger into her and began to frig her; her pussy was clenching tight and it was hard to keep any sort of rhythm with the penetration, but I was able to caress her clitoris with my thumb which she was loving, every so often swatting my hand away with hers as the stimulation got too much. I left her breasts, and kissed tiny butterfly kisses down her cleavage and across her stomach, I lightly trailed my tongue across her pubic mound, marvelling at how soft she felt, it was obviously agreeable to her as well as she whimpered in the back of her throat and raised her hips to meet my tongue. I decided to push the envelope a little and replaced my thumb pleasuring her clit, with my tongue. I rotated my fingers inside her a little so I could use one finger to touch her arsehole, she made no move as I began to strum her clit with my tongue and I pushed against her sphincter more intensely. I felt her push outwards with it and all of a sudden my finger disappeared to the first knuckle inside her, she moaned slightly and whispered in a breathy tone

“I like things in my bum, but just don’t move, not until I say, I need to get used to it”

I went back to licking her clit, I could tell from her breathing, and her insistent thrusts that she was not far off cumming. I stepped up my frigging – there was no way I could have applied any more intensity to her clit, she would have started climbing the walls, she was so sensitised! My increased frigging was causing the finger in her bum to wiggle a bit, it was almost as if she needed a reminder it was in her; she opened her legs a bit wider and bucked her hips slightly, in rhythm with my frigging. I took that as a cue that I was OK to move my finger in her bum and I started to frig her arsehole very gently, she was very, very tight there and I doubted if anal sex was on the cards, but her sphincter clutching at my finger was amazing. It seemed to be the extra stimulus that she needed and she let out a low guttural moan, slammed her hips to the floor twice as if she was being electric shocked and led still, breathing hard. She lay there as I gently withdrew my fingers from her and slid up her body to pull her close to me. She held tight, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath she whispered to me in short bursts, between breaths

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Dear Nicole,

Oh Wow, a baby? That is so awesome! Ryan is going to have a playmate, huh? Just amazing! How our lives have changed in the last fifteen years, right? And it’s funny you should mention changes like this in your last letter because as I was saying before, four months earlier it seemed like my relationship with Felecia would be forever! We were so close and having such fun together; it did seem like it would never end.

We got to college, and it was great! The first month was off the charts. School was good, the college parties were something else. But then, all of a sudden…well, what happened was, she began going to Teddy’s house every weekend. That was easy to understand; he only lived thirty minutes away, and his football team was doing very well. She would leave on Fridays to see his game, stay over on Saturdays and come back to school Sunday afternoons. But when his team made the playoffs, for some reason she began living at his house and commuting to school. Our schedules made meeting for lunch impossible. THEN I met Franklin and Samantha. (Laugh out loud!) At the time of our last party with Rachel, I hadn’t seen Felecia for two weeks. BUT…

Oh my God, in my last letter I described the fun we had that night! It wore me out so much that the next day (at around 10:00am,) I would have still been sleeping except someone started knocking on the door of my room. I just laid there for a minute trying to shake the sleepy cobwebs out of my head, and then they started banging on the door!

I really was shocked when I opened it, “FELECIA!?”

She threw her arms around me and we hugged each other tightly, “Nance! Oh my God, I missed you so much!”

“Did you lose your key?”

“It’s not lost, I forgot it at Teddy’s house.”

“But it’s Saturday, what are you doing here?”

“I had a meeting with Jamie Arnold this morning; we have a project due in history class and we wanted to get a head start. Hey, want to go get some breakfast with me? We can catch up a bit before I go back to meet Jamie.”

I jumped in the shower and a half hour later we were sitting in a booth at Denny’s ordering coffee. All the way there in the car she was chattering about Teddy’s game the night before; they had won their second playoff game by some kind of football miracle…a fumble recovery, a desperation pass, and a game winning field goal. I hadn’t seen her this excited since who knows when…and we had NEVER talked about football before in our whole lives!

Then we got talking about the important stuff; she said, “So, what have you been up to all this time?” When I described my classes, the frat party contest, meeting Frankie and Sammie, the sexy fun…she laughed and smiled the whole time. When I got to the part about the night before, her mouth dropped open. “You mean the three of you initiated this girl Rachel in the “joy” of group sex?”

“Oh yes! When she left last night, she told me it was the most fun she’d ever had…EVER!”

Felecia looked at me and grinned, “I think I’ve created a monster! You’re a fucking sex monster!”

We broke up laughing again, “But you know what?”

“There’s more?”

“I met this other guy.”

Felecia howled, “Oh, my God!”

“No seriously, he’s a friend of Franklin’s. The four of us are going to the Pearl Jam concert the Saturday after semester ends.”

“So you’re into ‘Grunge’ now?”

“Pearl Jam’s okay, we’ll have fun; this guy seems pretty special!”

“I’ve heard THAT before, ya know!”

I laughed and said, “Well, we haven’t even gone out yet; who knows? But hey, are you and Teddy sleeping in the same bedroom now?”

Felecia shook her head, “Are you kidding? His parents are kinda oblivious; I’m pretty sure they have no idea what we’ve been up to.”

“What HAVE you been up to?”

“Oh, the usual…fantastic fucking for sure; when we get the chance. Last weekend Lauren joined us again for another hot time! I want to hear about last night though; give me some details.” For the next ten minutes I filled her in, she laughed hard about Phil and his friends in the library. When I got to the part about the sex with the four of us, she said, “You better stop, my love! I’m getting all turned on here and I have to meet Jamie again in forty-five minutes.”

“Am I still your ‘love?'”

Felecia’s eyes softened and she took my hand, “Forever…best friends forever! But I have to tell you something; Teddy and I are talking about getting married next year!”

“SHUT UP! You are not!”

“No, it’s true, we are; lots of colleges want him to play football for them and he’s thinking of making it a requirement that they accommodate us! If he stayed here and played for Western, it could work out really well!”

“Oh my God, Felecia! Who else knows about this?”

“No one else; just you…I haven’t even told my folks yet.”

“When will you?”

“When we decide to do it for sure, I’m guessing in about eighteen months.”

Right then we realized we were running up against the clock, so we paid the bill and headed out to the parking lot. “Hey, am I EVER going to be able to drive our car again?”

Felecia Escort Bayan laughed and pushed me on the arm, “Of course, do you need it?”

I was giggling too, “Not at the moment; Sammie has hers and she’s been an excellent substitute friend while you’re off doing your thing!”

“Okay, exams are coming up week after next; I’ll be back in the room that whole time and we’ll get some stuff ironed out, okay? I’ll be back next Sunday before exams start.”

The coming week was kind of a blur what with exam reviews, finishing up a term paper, and two tests. I spent a lot of study time with Franklin and Samantha; we were so busy there was no time for much of anything else. Jason had bought the tickets, and we made that a small part of the conversation, but other than that, it was all business.

One highlight though, the four of us had lunch on Thursday. Oh my goodness, Nicole; my Jason! I don’t think I told you before; he has such a sexy voice! Did I ever tell you that? The tones on his voice are on a frequency that speaks to some connect center in my brain that I didn’t know I had! And right away I realized he could find humor in the weirdest things…like he could read the phone book and make it sound funny!

Anyway, I woke up Friday morning and while I was lying there, I realized, “Oh my God! I haven’t been horny this whole week!” That made me giggle, “Nancy,” I said to myself, “you really ARE growing up fast! Don’t grow up too fast!” And as fate and coincidence would have it, that day while I was in the lunch line someone tapped me on the shoulder. Guess who ended up right behind me? “Hi, Rachel! Long time no see!”

She returned my greeting, “Hi Nance!” and gave me the biggest hug! “I haven’t been hiding, this week has been crazy busy!”

“I know! Just this morning I was thinking it was too busy to even be horny! But then again, last weekend was more than enough to hold me for a while!”

Rachel was giggling when she said, “I have to tell you, the next day? I slept until 2:00 in the afternoon!”

The way she said it was really funny; “I might have slept that long, except my roommate woke me up.”

“Your roommate? Oh, that’s right! You DO have one, huh?”

“Of course! Her name is Felecia…she’s my best friend!” Rachel covered her mouth and giggled some more. “What’s so funny, hey?”

“Oh, nothing; I was just wondering if Felecia is as ‘interesting’ as you are!”

“I wouldn’t call us ‘interesting,’ I would call us ‘crazy!’ And yes…she’s pretty crazy all right! She’s the one who … ummm … well, ‘introduced’ me to my current lifestyle!” The conversation was interrupted for a couple of minutes as we selected our food; while the lady stamped our cafeteria cards I said, “Are you going to sit with me, Rach?”

“I would like that; I wanna hear what ‘crazy’ means.” So for the next ten minutes I entertained my new friend with some of our exploits. While doing it, I got the giggles myself because I realized something; Rachel said, “Okay, now you tell ME what’s so funny!”

“I’m laughing because I just now realized that Felecia changed MY lifestyle, and for the last year we’ve gone around changing everyone else’s! Oh my God, we really ARE crazy!”

Rachel didn’t laugh, but her eyes were smiling, “Well, I must admit I’m changed! And I’m definitely NOT unhappy about it!”

“Ya know what, Rachel, give me your phone number, okay? The next week is going to be really busy, and then I’m going home for the semester/Christmas break. But let’s get together when we get back; I really like this friendship we started.”

Rachel reached across the table and took my hand, “Me too, Nance!”

“Hey look, Felecia is going to be back Sunday night; if you have some time and want to meet her, come on over for a few minutes.”

Rachel pursed her lips, “I’d like to, but the math exam on Monday is my hardest one. I might be stuck studying.”

“Call me and let me know, okay?”

I spent all day Saturday studying and thankfully felt more than ready for the coming week. So I slept in most of Sunday morning and relaxed in the student lounge the rest of the afternoon. Felecia rolled in just after dinner; it was a little disappointing to see Teddy with her but when they both gave me a warm greeting and a big hug, that feeling melted away fast.

“So Nancy,” said Teddy, “I hear you’re the newest ‘A’ student at Western! Congrats!”

“Thanks, you! I’m actually enjoying school, I originally thought it would be more of a struggle.”

“Oh, there’s lots to discover when you think logically…people underestimate themselves way too often.”

I looked at Felecia and laughed, “He IS a football player, right? And he’s smart too?”

“I guess he’s pretty grown up alright; unless he’s faking it?”

She and I cracked up when Teddy said, “I’m faking it!”

We had just started to put her stuff away when the phone rang; it was Rachel, “Hey Nance! I’m pretty busy, like we said, I wouldn’t mind meeting your naughty roommate if you have twenty minutes to spare.”

“No problem Rachel, c’mon over!”

When I hung up, Felecia said, Ankara Escort “Rachel coming over huh?” She smiled and her eyes narrowed, “You two have a date or something?”

Teddy barked with laughter, “Ha! You’re gone for a couple weeks and she has a new girlfriend already?”

I gave them both a shove, “If you must know, I invited her to come and meet YOU, Felecia. I told her how BAD you were and she wants to see for herself if it’s true!”

Felecia grinned and looked at Teddy, “Oh my God, the pressure…I hope I don’t disappoint her!”

Teddy said, “You won’t, ‘bad’ comes natural to you!” Felecia gave HIM a shove!

When Rachel showed up, I did the introductions; and as if on cue, Felecia smiled and started in on her immediately, “So Rachel, Nancy told you I was bad, huh?”

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up and she looked at me, “Uh, well…she actually said you introduced her to a new lifestyle.”

“She did? Did she also tell you I was beginning to settle down now, like with this big lug here?” She stepped over to me and put her hand on my upper arm. “She’s way worse than I am now! Right, Miss Naughty-Girl?”

Teddy had one hand over his mouth trying to suppress the laughter. “That’s her new name now? I like it!”

“Nancy told me what you all did last weekend!” Felecia giggled, “I myself haven’t had a foursome for at least six whole months, she’s way past me now!” Everyone just howled with laughter at that one.

We couldn’t spend a lot of time talking, but Rachel did find out how the three of us met; and Felecia and Teddy made her swear to secrecy about their marriage plans.

We compared exam schedules for a minute, and just as Rachel got up to leave, Felecia got “bad” again! “Hey girls, do you have any plans to get together again; just the two of you?”

Rachel’s face turned beet-red and she glanced at me with one of those “Oh my God!” looks. I know I was blushing too; but Felecia’s question didn’t surprise me, so I said to Teddy, “You still don’t have her under control, huh?”

“You’re kidding, right? Control? I’m barely able to hold my own! She should play linebacker for my team!”

I took Rachel’s hand and said, “She’s pretty damn good for a rookie, Miss Smart-Ass! We just might put some fun on the schedule one of these days.”

Felecia was so laughing at the fluster she was creating, “She’s good is she? What makes you say that?”

“Well, for one thing, she’s an outstanding kisser!”

“She is? I think you’ll have to show me!”

Rachel about crushed my hand with a massive squeeze; she clearly didn’t know what to make of it all so I continued, “She was just leaving, hey; don’t embarrass her!”

Felecia looked at Rachel and giggled, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes!”

“Wouldn’t you like Nance to kiss you before you go?”

She hesitated, but not much. “I…I actually wouldn’t mind it at all!”

“There ya go, Nance! You can give her a kiss good-bye for us!”

You know what, Nicole? I’m sure you realize by now that Felecia was, is, and always will be such a fun-loving instigator! I’m getting good at being perceptive, but I will never measure up to Felecia’s ability. She told me later that she saw right away that Rachel’s new thing wanted to include more of me if at all possible. Of course that was true, but I didn’t see it at the time. Felecia saw it in the first two minutes and it’s always been what she does to push things a bit.

So I kind of hammed it up some; I turned to Rachel and (very dramatically) said, “Good-bye my friend, until we meet again!” I gathered her into my arms and kissed her hard on the lips and finished it two seconds later with a loud smack!

It was so funny when Felecia said to Rachel, “There! How was that for you, Hon?” Oh how we all laughed.

I looked at Teddy. HE was laughing behind his hand and shaking his head. “What are YOU laughing at? YOU’RE going to marry her someday!”

“I think you’re all nuts!” and we laughed some more!

When we finally calmed down, Rachel said, Okay, I do have to get going, my math exam is calling me!”

“Wait a second,” I said, “Let me do this right!”

Stepping into her space I briefly thought back on all the best kisses I’d ever had in my life. All of them were pretty good, but most of my kisses with Felecia were the best! So I focused on those and gently took Rachel with both hands on the sides of her head and cheeks. I took fifteen seconds to begin slowly and seductively, and when her hands came up behind me on my shoulder blades, my tongue snaked out to explore her mouth. I heard Teddy murmuring behind me and I heard Felecia breathe, “Oh yeah! That IS good!”

Rachel’s left hand moved up to the back of my head and the kiss zoomed off into torrid! I’m telling you, Nicole, If we had been alone, there would have been no way to stop the passion that erupted! About a minute later, I pulled away; but only after I heard Teddy and Felecia say, “Oh my God!” at least two times each!

I wiped my mouth and faced Felecia, “So, you approve?”

“I’m not gonna lie, that was very good, yes!”

I started to say, “Well okay! Ankara Escort Bayan NOW you can go Rachel,” but Felecia put her hand on my arm and stopped me.

Glancing at Teddy (with her “watch-this” look I know so well) she said, “Before she goes, I think we need to check out one more thing. We can call it Rachel’s initiation into our little group here. Maybe we need to see her titties for a minute. What do you think, Ted?”

“I have no objection!” he drawled. Oh my God, Nicole…THAT was so funny!

Rachel’s mouth dropped open once again and after a three second hesitation, she said to me, “Who ARE these people, Nance?”

I shrugged and giggled, “Rachel, I know I’m laughing just a bit…but seriously, we would love for you to be our friend; but if you do, well…let’s just say you have to expect the unexpected!”

“Yeah, no kidding!” she said (trying to pull up a weak smile.) “I just met them!”

“That’s true, but in reality; you met me just once, and three hours later we were having group sex.” Rachel blushed and grinned. “So, if you want to go you certainly can, but if you want to have just a bit more fun, let’s give them a teensy little look!”

Our new friend looked at her watch, then she looked at all three of us and smiled, “Oh Hell, okay! But I HAVE to be out of here in five minutes! Promise me you’ll let me go!”

Felecia laughed out loud! “You’re not a prisoner, Rachel dear! But we LOVE to play! Five minutes will be perfect!” Turning to me she held up her index finger and spun it around a few times before she said, “Why don’t you be this sexy little thing’s helper, my love! Let’s have her give us a really good look!”

I caught her drift and stepped behind Rachel. “Move with us here, Sweetie; I think you’re going to like this!” I pulled her back against my chest and picked up the bottom of her t-shirt. Teddy had taken Felecia’s hand. He was trying to look cool about it, but all the signs were there; his hormones were firing on rocket fuel! His cock was clearly hard and he licked his lips twice when I began to lift her top up. This time Rachel’s bra was a pale peach color, and the cleavage between her full breasts was just so full and inviting!

Teddy muttered “Wow, Nice!” and out loud he said, “Holy shit, Rachel, you really should think about modeling bikinis!”

Felecia wasn’t about to waste any time, “That really is beautiful; but we can take pictures later. Now her bra, Nance!” I pushed her shoulders six inches forward and unhooked her. Even though I couldn’t see her face, she had to be blushing big-time. When Rachel felt the bra loosen, she lifted her hands as if to keep her boobs from falling out under it. “Nooo,” said Felecia! She took our new friend’s hands and lowered them back down to her waist. “Don’t do that, girlfriend! We have four minutes left, just let it happen!”

It was time to lift her bra, and when I touched it, a huge tremor rippled through her body. When I began to draw it up over her tits, shudder number two raced through her. I described her breasts to you in my last letter, Nicole, remember? Now, when they were completely exposed, Felecia said, “Oh MY GOD! Look at those beautiful boobs Teddy! And those nipples! HOLY SHIT!”

Rachel turned her face sideways; she laid her head against my shoulder, and I saw that her eyes were tightly shut!

Teddy found his voice next, “Those are just gorgeous, Rachel! I have to admit, they’re every bit as beautiful as Felecia’s!”

“Oh yes!” I added, “that’s certainly true! If we had ten judges in here, it might end up in a tie!” Felecia was shaking her head, not from any negativity, but she was silently taking it all in. So I said to her, “What do YOU think, Felecia?”

“What do I think? Since you mentioned judges, I think these boobies would win a LOT of contests! But my other thought is, ‘When do I get to suck those perfect nipples?'”

Rachel lifted her head; she was silent for maybe ten seconds…but then a light seemed to come on because she surprised us all by saying, “I might just let you do that, Felecia, on one condition.”

Felecia’s eyebrows shot up, and she snapped a look at me, “Oh? Yes? What’s the condition?”

Then Rachel shocked us all! “You take YOUR top off, and let ME see the boobs Teddy was talking about!”

We burst out laughing; Felecia the loudest! “Nancy, I LOVE this girl!” She pulled off her top and shrugged off her bra in ten seconds flat. Then she put her hands on her hips and gave us three or four poses. “There! And we have two and a half minutes left, plenty of time for dessert!”

I reached in front of Rachel and picked up her tits. The eroticism of the moment had hardened her nipples completely, and when Felecia stepped into her space, our new friend reached for her and grasped her by the upper arms. “Okay, go ahead, be nice now; don’t hurt them!”

Felecia grinned, I could see her horny self had taken over. But rather than bending down to start sucking, she only leaned forward and pushed her own nipples into contact with Rachel’s! When she began to move her tits up and down just a little to rub their nipples together, I heard Rachel moan low in her throat. After a few seconds of that, Felecia grabbed her breasts at the sides, and with a slight nod toward me, she began raking her hard teats against our new friend’s! Since I had a hold on Rachel’s titties, I did the same against Felecia!

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I was sitting at the bar and staring down into my cocktail, trying to ignore my roommate. Julie was all over this obnoxious frat guy, playing with her skirt and pushing her tits into his face. I was pissed at Julie at the moment and wanted nothing more then to go home. Normally I could identify with Julie, we were in college after all and she was one beautiful girl, not a physical flaw on her. I on the other hand was the “cute” friend. A little too short and a little too much hips. Maybe it jealousy on my part but Julie had a string of boyfriends that she treated like shit and they still lined up for more. Almost certainly she would go home with whomever she wanted. While I seem to always end up fighting off some drunken asshole or going home alone.

Just as Julie was getting ready to leave I noticed Sam in the corner. Sam was Julie’s last boyfriend until he caught her cheating on him. He was this awesome guy who treated her wonderfully. I always was attracted to him but he was dating my friend. I got up and sat down next to him.

“Hey Sam, How are you doing?”

“Hi, Maggie.”

He then slumped down into his drink. I could see him taking glances over at Julie. He looked so miserable. I wanted to reach out and grab him and kiss him. Tell him that he was better then her but I just sat there in silence. A voice came from behind me

“Mags, Billy and I are gonna hit the dance floor. Why don’t you come over and dance with one of his friends? Oh, hi Sam.”

She was being so obnoxious. She was rubbing this new guy in his face. I was disgusted and apparently so was Sam.

“Good night Maggie.”

Sam stood up and left the table. I got up as well and left Julie standing there with her idiotic frat boy and followed Sam out of the bar. I moved toward him and reached out and grabbed his arm. He turned around suddenly and looked up at me, sadly acknowledged me with his arresting eyes. Even with that heartbreaking puppy dog look on his face, something stirred within my stomach and shot through my body like wildfire. He was over six feet tall, almost a foot taller then me. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest. His dirty blond hair hung down to his broad shoulders. He was no model, but very masculine and I had always been attracted to him.

“Do you mind some company?” I asked timidly.

Sam smiled and looked down to the ground. He seemed so sad. I reached out and hugged him like I had done a thousand times before. But this time he pulled me in tightly like he was trying to get a hold of anything to keep himself from falling. In his arms I felt so safe and protected. I wanted him to confide his feelings too me but we stood there silently. I could feel a newfound attraction growing between us.

“Thanks Maggie, you’ve always been a good friend to me.”

“I’m just worried about you Sam and I wanted to keep you company.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, I just think I should go home.”

“Well if you want to be with someone tonight, I’m here.”

Did I say that? I suddenly felt self-conscious. He just paused, placed his hand on my cheek and gently kissed my forehead.

“Thanks…”

I was so blown away by his sincerity that I reached out and kissed him on the lips. It felt like a dream. I’ve had this fantasy about Sam before. My heart was pounding. I looked down at myself. Would he like qiqitv.info me after being with someone as gorgeous as Julie? I was small girl with nice breast and long blonde hair but I was no model. I mean I wasn’t fat but I always wished to be slimmer. He leaned down once more and started to kiss me again.

“Did you want to go somewhere a little more private?”

I reached out and placed my hand on his stiff package. I could feel him enlarge under his jeans. I whispered in his ear, using my most sultry voice, and asked him to take me home. I have never been so bold, but I was so turned on and excited that I couldn’t help myself.

“Are you sure Maggie? I mean I really like you…”

I cut him off again. I don’t remember what I did to convince him but it must have worked because the next thing I know we were driving back to his apartment. We didn’t speak at all. I kissed him passionately while he drove. I could see he was as turned on as I was. I started rubbing his chest but quickly made my way down to his lap. I undid his belt and opened his pants. I grabbed him and playfully rubbed his throbbing cock. It was huge! Julie had told me that he was large but this was impressive. I could feel the wetness between my thighs grow with each caress of his enormous member. We pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and Sam parked the car.

“Maggie, I…”

I stopped him again. I didn’t want to talk about this; I wanted him as badly as I have ever wanted anything. I bent over and placed his dick in my mouth. I took him in as much as I could and began to rub his balls between my fingers. He leaned back in the seat and allowed me better access to him. I sucked on him, pulling back and forth. He moaned as I sunk my teeth gently into him. I massaged his tip with my tongue and took him deeper into my mouth. After a few minutes I could feel his dick throb and pulsate. I was so hot that squeezed his engorged balls and he shot his cum down my throat. As we both collected ourselves Sam reached over pushed his hand up my skirt. His fingers massaged my moist panties but I stopped him. I didn’t want to have sex in this car. This was like a fantasy and I wanted to take my time and enjoy it.

“Why don’t you zip up those pants mister and take me inside”

We went inside and I excused myself to the bathroom. I cleaned up a little and looked at myself in the mirror. Blood had rushed to my face and my heart was still pounding. I took off my shirt and silently cursed the old bra I had worn. I took it off and then undid my skirt. At least I had sexy panties on. As luck would have it everything was dirty and I was forced to borrow this slutty g-string Julie had recently ordered from a catalog. I playfully posed in front of the mirror and until I felt really sexy. I tweaked my nipples so they stood out and announced my chest. I strutted out of the washroom.

Sam was sitting on the couch. Two glasses and bottle of wine sat on the table. His eyes grew wide as I paraded around him in only my moist pink g-string.

“Wow, you are so sexy!”

And I felt it. I posed and danced around in front of him.

He then abruptly jumped up, grabbed the wine from my hand and placed the glass on the table with one arm as he took me in the other. He lifted me like I was nothing and pushed me against the wall. This only made me hotter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we started to kiss. Soon we were mauling each other. I tore his shirt off and tossed it across the room. I played with his chest for a while but I was so hot that I had to feel him inside of me. I undid his pants. He let me down long enough to pull down his jeans and his boxers, again freeing his large member. He lifted me again and carried me to his bedroom and threw me playfully to the bed. I started laughing as he lay down on top of me. He started kissing my neck and quickly made his way down to my breasts. I’ve always felt that my large breasts were one of my best features and obviously so did Sam. He started gently licking a circle around my nipples, clutching each breast with his masculine hands. I reached out clutched his ass in my hands. Squeezing him until he bit down on my nipple. Startled, I cried out. He stopped and looked up at me. A concern for my wellbeing was written all over his face. This just made me hotter.

“Don’t stop Sam!” I said breathily.

He returned to my chest but soon left them behind as he slid down to my belly button and then down to my pussy. Sam was kissing my thighs; every kiss brought him closer and closer to my hot wet lips. His fingers played with the band of my panties, pushing them aside to reveal me. He pulled my panties down and started in on me. Licking me with long secure strokes. I began to moan as he parted my moist lips with his fingers and gently took my clit in his mouth. It was incredible. My body was ablaze. I fell back and started to rub my tits. Sam took his time down there. Anticipating my subtle cues, he quickened his pace until I couldn’t take it anymore. I bit down on my lip to soften my moans but a flash of light shot through my closed eyes and I screamed in ecstasy.

When I finally came down from that pleasure and I caught my breath; I opened my eyes to see Sam reaching for a condom out of his night table. I rolled over, hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear.

“Finally, a guy who knows what he’s doing down there.”

I grabbed the condom and told him to lie on his back. He tried to say something but I stopped him. I was afraid he was going to question our actions tonight and I didn’t want to discuss it. I needed him inside of me. Sitting over him I found myself enamored by his penis. It was large and well formed. Even as I struggled placing the condom over his dick, I was visualizing how he would soon feel inside of me. I positioned it in my hand and directed it inside of me. Its girth pushed apart my lips and we both moaned as I slid him deep within me. My tits bounced, as I rocked myself back and forth on top of him. His eyes never left my gaze. I had never screamed so loud during sex but the pleasure was mind-blowing. Faster and faster I bounced on his throbbing member. He sat up and grabbed my hips and took my nipples back into his mouth. I slowed down trying to extend the moment but I don’t think that either of us could last much longer. Finally my pussy lips tightened around his member and I could feel him shoot his lode deep inside of me. Again, I screamed in ecstasy and feel down onto Sam’s expansive chest. His weighty warm breath against the nape my neck only sustained my orgasm till I could release him from inside of me and roll into his arms.

I tried to catch my breath as a huge smile fell across my face.

“Wow, that was fantastic!”

“I have to confess that I have dreamed of this moment since the first day you came home with Julie. Sometime when you two would make love I would masturbate to her moans dreaming that you were doing that to me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

I looked at him crossly.

“I’m sorry, I understand. I know that you going to think that I am lying but toward the end I sometimes thought of you during sex with her.”

“You’re right I don’t believe you.”

“Well, once when Julie and I were together, Julie caught me staring at you that time when you were trying on that little black dress for that birthday party we were all going to…”

His voice trailed off. He remembered that dress. I purposely wore that dress for him that day. I even joked that I couldn’t wear panties under this dress in hopes to turn him on.

“And that night I couldn’t get the thought of you with out your panties?”

He did remember.

“Well, what happened?”

“I don’t think I should say…”

“You had better tell me now!”

“Well we had planned to try anal sex that night and because of how I acted towards you that night she never let me try.”

Now, that was a lame way to try to get me to have anal sex. But he seemed sincere. It got me to thinking that I wanted to try it as well and he looked so hot lying there all sweaty from our previous romp. My pussy was wet. I could see that he was embarrassed. I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Well, why don’t we give it a try right now?”

“Really?”

I looked down and saw his dick grow to full size. I grabbed a condom and got down on all fours. With out a word, he stood up behind me and started to stroke my ass. Sticking his fingers in my wet pussy and then into my anus. My breaths came rapidly as he began to slide the head of his cock slowly inside my ass. The pain was incredible but also erotic. I held him there till I felt more comfortable with the pain and then let him slide it in deeper. Tears formed in my eyes as his dick slowly filled my ass. My moans were foreign to me as I had trouble forming words. Again and again he thrust his cock deep inside of me. Even his moans were getting loud. I reached down and started to play with my pussy in order to dull the pain. I was seeing stars as the tears rolled down my face. I screamed.

“Fuck me, Fuck me harder!”

I never said anything like that during sex but that pleasure was that intense.

“Oh, yes. Fuck me Sam! Fuck me!”

I cried out as he continued to pound me. I continued to play with myself.

“Oh my god, oh my…Oh, its feels so good! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh…!”

A monster of an orgasm came over me in waves and the aftershock created by my orgasmic spasms undid him and he slammed his hard cock deep into me and held himself there as he ejaculated. Slowly he slid his cock out of me. With my body quivering I collapsed on to the bed, drained and exhausted.

Our breaths settled and a warm flush of pleasure rushed over me. I grabbed on to Sam who had rolled over on his side. His musky scent and heavy breaths were so comforting to me. I sat up to go clean myself off but Sam reached over and took hold of my hand.

“Where are you going?”

And before I could say anything.

“Just lie back down and will take a shower in a minute.”

He rolled over and pulled me close and gently kissed my lips. We held on to each other as both fell asleep. We took that shower in the morning and then had to run out a get a bigger box of condoms.

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I had been having a hard time that week. Two months into my last year of law school, I was getting senioritis and not going to class very often. My employer viewed this as an opportunity for me to work more often, something that did not surprise me in the least.

I had come into work that Saturday morning at about 5:30 to work on some complaints that had to be on file in the weeks ahead. It surprised me later that morning to hear a key rattle in the door and someone entering into the back office. Curious as to who was coming in early besides me, I went down the dividing hallway to see who it was.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, startling Shauna at the same time.

“I just came in to try and get some work done.” She replied.

She was a Reubenesque sort, with heavy, pendulous breasts that had oftentimes been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies. Since the beginning, she had always been a flirtatious sort, always rubbing her breasts on my back as we passed in the hall or seductively deep-throating a banana when I would walk into her office. We were both married, with her in her mid-40s and I in my mid-30s at the time.

That morning, when I had left the house, I had not planned on meeting anyone at the office. Accordingly, I had just worn my sleeping shorts to work, and no underwear to keep myself cased. After returning to my office for a short while, I got up to get a cup of coffee and take a short break from the tedium of drafting complaints. I walked toward Shauna’s office and leaned against the door frame.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“The Avila file.” She replied. “Just trying to get this Request for Production in order.”

She stopped for a second and leaned back in her chair staring at me. The male attorneys in the office called Shauna a meat-gazer, as her eyes were continuously dropping to the buckle region on every guy in the office. Today was no different.

“Nice shorts.” She said, as her eyes lingered.

Being that it was the morning, and I was full of energy, that sort of caught me off guard. You could say that it triggered a response.

“Stop it.” I said, half-heartedly, not really wanting her too; I had tuzla escort a need that morning.

It was uncanny how she could come up with a banana at any time of the day it seemed. She pulled open a drawer and removed a long, semi-green one from her top desk drawer. As I stood there in the doorway she peeled it in three strips to its base, and proceeded to lick the tip while looking from my crotch to my eyes and back again. She then proceeded to put more than half of the banana into her mouth, as if she was sucking on a long cock. She moaned approvingly while doing this.

“What’s the matter, Jay?” She asked.

“Why do you ask?” I replied.

“Well, …something seems to have come up.” She said, raising an eyebrow and dropping her gaze.

“Looks like something that needs some attention, wouldn’t you say?” She asked.

“You’re probably right, Shauna.” I replied. “I am going to the restroom, and if you hear any weird noises it is just me – going blind.”

I turned to walk away and she said, “Wait a minute.”

“Yes?” I said, looking over my shoulder.

“Why don’t you just take care of it right here.” She stated matter of factly.

I said, “Well, Shauna, it has been a while and I don’t want to make a big mess anywhere.”

She said, “I won’t let you make that big of a mess, and I would kind of like to see what you are made of.”

My heart was beginning to pound, and, thinking of all the possibilities, I had forgotten about what was going on in my shorts. I now had a full erection which was clear from any angle.

“You will tell everyone.” I said, hoping for an answer in the negative.

“Not if you don’t.” She replied.

“I would need some visual stimulation.” I told her, dropping my eyes to her cleavage.

She smiled and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse from the top down. About halfway down, she stopped and pulled her blouse further apart, so I could see the white, creamy skin of her breasts. Then she began pulling her breasts out of her bra without undoing any of the clasps.

“Does that give you enough to aim at?” She asked slyly.

“It does that.” I replied, pendik escort breathing heavily now.

Instead of pulling my shorts down, I pulled the left leg of them up exposing my cock to her. I heard a slight gasp as she inhaled with a ragged breath. Like any man’s first time with a woman, my cock seemed to be harder than it had ever been; it seemed to be throbbing uncontrollably. A small drop of pre-come glistened at the tip.

As Shauna and I stared at one another, I slowly reached down and rubbed that drop of pre-come around the tip of my cock. She watched me do this and looked back up at me smiling.

“You can make a mess on me, if you want.” She stated seductively.

“I plan to,” I said, and I slowly withdrew my finger and drew an X on her cleavage. “X marks the spot!”

I moved in closer to her, standing between her legs as she sat in her chair. I slowly began to stroke my cock, looking from her eyes to her breasts. Her gaze was transfixed on my cock, and my hand which slowly stroked it.

She leaned slightly forward, and I would draw circles around her nipples with the head of my cock, leaving them shiny with pre-come. Continuing to hold my shorts to one side with one hand while stoking with the other, I slowly continued pumping away. I watched as her hand creeped slowly to her crotch, and she began massaging her vagina over her sweatpants. I watched as she did this, and when she would look at me I would bite my lower lip with my teeth.

About a minute after she began rubbing herself, she slowly closed her eyes and shuddered with an audible gasp. She then brought her hand up to my balls and began massaging them as I stroked away.

Knowing that I had reached the point of no return, I asked Shauna, “are you ready?”

She looked up at me and slowly nodded her head. She then dropped her eyes back down to my hand which was now pounding my cock at a dizzying pace. She leaned even more forward so that my hand was rubbing against her breast on every stroke, rippling the flesh.

“Here I come.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Come on my tits.” She said. “Please come on my tits.”

With maltepe escort that, I let loose a shot of semen that struck her in the chin and dropped down into her cleavage. Another rope then gushed forth and hit her in the neck. More and more shot out and onto her breasts. Shauna’s head was tilted back now and she was breathing heavily. I kept stroking until there was no more fluid escaping from the tip of my cock.

I looked down at her breasts, and they were covered with my semen. Shauna had been looking down and when she looked up I could see that her face had been hit with a couple of blasts too. She smiled at me and then lowered her head and gently took my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and with her thumb at the base of my balls stroked the remaining cum from my cock into her mouth. She took my cock deep into her mouth several times before pulling away completely.

She looked at me and then licked her lips which were shiny with my semen.

“Could you get me a towel from the kitchen area?” She asked.

“No.” I said. “I want to see you lick everything clean.”

She smiled and looked me in the eyes and began to take her fingers and run them through the heaviest deposits which remained on her breasts, which she then brought to her mouth. She would then lick her fingers as if she was eating some sort of finger food. She did this several times while I stood there watching her. Finally, she took my cock and drew it through her cleavage. There was a big glob of semen on the crown of my cock, which she put into her mouth and sucked off. She proceeded to lick me clean swallowing every drop.

Afterward, I went to the kitchen area, got a kitchen towel wet, and brought it back to her office. She reached for it, but I told her that I would do it.

I began wiping off her huge breasts, which were slick with the remains of my come. I lifted each one from the bra to clean the underside. I slowly wiped her cleavage and neck clean of the mess that I had made. When I was done, I replaced her breasts into her bra and rebuttoned her blouse. I started to wipe her face and lips clean with the towel but she stopped me short of doing so.

“I still have work to do, and need some motivation to get done.” She said.

“How much longer do you think that it will take you to have another load ready?” She asked.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” I said.

“I can do that.” She replied. “But don’t take too long, this lip gloss won’t last long.”

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Part One of a two act story.

They had said that Trina Thompson was high-maintenance. Of course they were right, James and Nigel and Stash, and if anybody should have known it was them, and I ought to have heeded their advice. But I couldn’t help myself.

I was in the grip of very great lust, not for the first time in my life, and I had reckoned that my keen and innate talents were sufficient to overcome whatever obstacles were in the way. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

“She is one predatory bitch,” said Stash, perched on the armrest of our beat-up couch, his eyebrows furrowed, as he popped the top of his fourth Pabst of the night.

“But look at her,” I insisted. “She’s got a chest to fucking die for. And the way she flaunts it, waves it around, wears those tight tops? She’s asking for it man, I tell you.”

“Yep, asking all right,” said Stash, between droughts. “And you are gonna pay for it. And pay for it, and pay for it until you wished you’d never set your miserable fucking eyes on her.”

“But that’s the trouble. I have set eyes on her. Those mighty tits. That Kardashian ass she wiggles around. Those big full lips on her mouth that deserve to be running up and down my cock.” I gyrated my pelvis enough that Nigel laughed.

“That large-lipped luscious cunt those big broad hips just have to be holding, that will suck up my sperm up like a 100 watt Wet/Dry Vac.”

Stash, whose ironic nickname referred to the sparseness of his determined but pathetic mustache, laughed hard, spilling some beer on our well-worn student-housing carpet.

“You know, of course, that she’s plowed her way through just about the whole offensive line of the football team? Probably most of the linebackers too. Half of Delta Smegma.”

James chuckled at this little joke of ours. Of course this referred to Delta Sigma Phi. All the cocks in our little foursome were circumcised, we couldn’t help poking fun at the “sword in the scabbard” lot who tended, for reasons unclear, to dominate the ranks of that fraternity. Don’t ask how we possessed this bit of intelligence.

“You don’t believe us, go talk to one of them.” James leered at me. “Don’t do it, Chris, you will be one sorry hombre.”

“She’s eaten up and spit out better men than you, Chris,” said Nigel.

I bridled at this. “You don’t think my cock is up for a challenge?” I asked, eyes flashing. “I did Alisa Churchill four times one night last October, then filled her mouth good once more the next morning.”

(This assertion was not strictly accurate, but was within our group’s standard deviation of boasts, plus or minus one, except that we always rounded up. Still a higher truth-value than our beer consumption calculations, however.)

“Not concerned about your cock, Chris. Well, maybe a little. It is the peripherals that are gonna fucking kill you.”

We argued back and forth a bit, but it didn’t do any good. I was smitten. I wanted my prick doing all sorts of lovely things to this buxom big strumpet, my penis lodged in various places of her anatomy, having her sexual energy winding up my clock, coaxing me into catatonic states of climax. I wanted to be intimate and playing with every square inch of her body.

The guys listened and just shook their heads.

Stash sighed. “You go ahead man, go ahead. Don’t let us stop you. But don’t come back whining later, either.”

Of course I had met Trina before, you could hardly miss her on campus, she occupied a lot of airspace, but that Monday morning before class I had run into her in line at the Starbucks just opposite the main entrance to the university. We traded chat for a few minutes at one of the unoccupied tables over our cups before we rushed off in our separate directions.

She is one big girl, taller than me when she has heels on, but round, broad, hefty. Her jeans were tight, her meaty thighs straining the fabric. A jaunty red beret topped her wild unruly dark hair, a leather jacket kept the early March cold of Boston at bay.

The only, albeit minor, aspects of her appearance (besides the fact that she wasn’t supermodel thin, which didn’t bother me in the slightest) that kept her from a five-star rating involved, unfortunately, her face.

Not that it was unpleasant – I liked her flashing brown eyes and beckoning smile, her hair and overall features. But she had one of those short pointed chins that doesn’t really stick out much and mostly just retreated into her thick, fleshy throat. She also possessed a sharp, prominent nose. Together they gave her a vaguely porcine appearance. Nonetheless, she would rank at the top in looks for any girl I had ever dated, and she turned heads wherever she went.

Her eyes had showed interest while we talked at Starbucks, it was not my imagination. While I cannot claim, at that stage, that we “flirted,” there was definitely something going on.

We had traded phone numbers and I texted her later that day, seeing if I could buy her lunch Wednesday. She responded sooner than I might have thought, Escort Etlik a big Yes. Hot damn.

We had a good time that Wednesday at Rudi’s, a sandwich place just off-campus, and my notion of some chemistry between us accumulated further evidence. She wore a blouse unbuttoned down a daring distance, and she made sure I got a good look at her cleavage when she leaned forward to talk with me over her pastrami-on-rye, those creamy big breasts of hers squeezed together into a lovely valley.

No doubt there was possibility here. She had a saucy smile and her eyes took in my shoulders, carefully cultivated flat stomach, and what I considered to be an acceptably handsome face. She absolutely oozed interest. I asked her out Friday night, to a restaurant usually beyond my means, hoping for good things. She said yes. Later that evening, back at our flat, my excitement in telling my suite-mates this piece of news had resulted in them voicing their dismal opinions on the whole matter.

I had planned to get us to the restaurant via the Redline “T” on Friday but she insisted on driving. A car, eh? This was apparently not your usual poverty-stricken undergraduate. Yes, she was a senior, and me only a sophomore, and the way she dressed did not suggest food vouchers were part of her life, but I still was completely blown away when she showed up at the curb in front of my flat in a screaming red Porsche.

Her smile – was it triumphant? taunting? – said it all. She was in charge – the BWOC, I then christened her in my head – the Big Wench On Campus. I hopped in the passenger seat, in a couple months she would likely have had the top down and her long dark hair flying in the breeze, but not yet, not now in early March.

She drove fast, confidently, and I admit I envied her ride, wondered what it would be like on a nice winding mountain road, what kind of drift I could get out of the car with the stability control disabled. I watched her hand on the gearshift while we drove, imagining those adroit fingers with the black fingernail polish running up and down my penis. I licked my lips.

It was a good dinner, although I confess to some panic at the prices on the menu. She laughed at my jokes, we each found out a bit more about each other. She was an only child, of an Anglo lawyer father and an Italian-American teacher mom, from mid-state.

It didn’t appear that money had been much of an issue growing up. She was studying economics, no clear career plans yet. Her eyes flashed at times while we talked, an erotic challenge sent straight my way.

When it was dessert time I sidled over next to her in her booth and found a way to spoon-feed her bits of the luscious creme brulee we were sharing. Watching her tongue take in the creamy dollops I piloted to her mouth was intoxicating.

I had developed erotic plans for that tongue, that mouth with the soft big lips. She noticed my gaze and accurately read my mind, which I suppose was not all that difficult.

“You aiming to get into my shorts by any chance?” she asked, her face had a wry, amused smile.

“I think you would enjoy that as much as I would,” I replied, a bit unaccustomed to this sort of directness but not afraid to send the ball straight back over the net. I tried to maintain a confident tone, and I certainly did not lack conviction.

“Couple things you’ll have to do before that will happen,” she said, folding her hands in front of her, taking me a bit by surprise.

“Although I am not necessarily adverse,” she added, noting my somewhat unsettleed expression.

“You’ll need a clean health report. The campus clinic can do this and have results within four or five days.” Her brown eyes pierced me, unblinking.

This meant that tonight was perhaps not going to be an option. I flinched.

“Ah, but I have protection,” I countered. “With me. No need.” I patted my pant’s back pocket.

She wrinkled up her face. “I hate condoms. And doesn’t matter anyway, you will have to prove you are clear before anything happens.” She stared at me evenly. “Pregnancy’s not an issue but the other stuff is.”

I should have gotten some idea then how this all was going to play out, all the different angles that would be worked, how I would get maneuvered around, but I was dumb stupid with desire.

And sure, I went in my head, if she wants to fuck bareback, making sure we were safe, there was nothing wrong with that. She hadn’t said “no” – in fact she seemed to think a little sex with me was a fine idea. I could not refuse.

“Okay,” I said with a confident smile. “You’re on.”

It turned out she was away for the rest of that weekend anyway, so my chances for some immediate excitement were not as great as I might have hoped, but we made a date for the next Friday. I sported an uncomfortable erection all week long just thinking about her, especially after I got the printed proof of my clean sexual condition on Thursday.

She had said 8:30, Friday evening, at her place. I contemplated bringing Etlik Escort flowers or something and decided that was absurdly over the top, but I did take more care in showering and dressing than usual and stuck my toothbrush and a change of clothes in my backpack.

She lived in a suite with two other girls. She had said each of them had their own room, this intelligence had been imparted with a knowing glint in her eye. We wouldn’t have to do the college roommate-in-the-way dance thing. Hot damn.

Her place was near campus, the second-floor flat of an old Victorian, a little rough around the edges but way nicer than any of my friends would have been able to afford. She greeted me with a short kiss and twinkling eyes at the street-level entrance.

She was dressed exceedingly causally. She had on a pair of those loose pants that were in style, with soft, patterned fabric, almost like pajama bottoms. Her bulging rump looked luscious as I followed her up the narrow wooden stairs, her ass crack clearly defined as she went, the soft fabric clinging to her cheeks.

Once inside I noted the short top that barely hung down over her balcony tits, you could just glimpse her navel from time to time in her soft belly as she walked about. Her boobs jiggled around enchantingly inside. Her hair was back in a ponytail. Just a little eye-shadow, but vibrant red lipstick.

The place itself was comfortable enough, high narrow windows with a view out to the street and the winter bare-leafed trees, dark wood wainscoting. It was handsomely appointed by student standards. Trina led me to their large living room, with a couch, a big TV and some furniture.

I was surprised at the presence of other folks, although I knew she had roommates. Another guy was sitting at a table, it looked like he had been opposite Trina’s vacated spot, but maybe he was one of the other girls’ boyfriends. I heard female voices in another room.

“This is Jared,” she said, and the guy stood up and shook my hand. Tall preppy-looking white guy, confident face, polo shirt and khakis. He looked studious, practical, straight-laced. He eyed me keenly, almost uncomfortably.

“Engineering?” I ventured.

“Good guess,” he smiled reluctantly. “You’re right. Mechanical. And you?”

“Psychology,” I replied.

We stood awkwardly for a moment.

“Your clinic report?” Trina finally asked, holding out a hand. It felt a little funny, but I took it out and passed it over to her, then noticed an identical form on the table next to Trina’s spot. The name “Jared Williams” was on it.

I looked closely at her. What was up?

She laughed at my expression.

“Asta? Roberta?” she called into the next room. “Would you all come in here when you get a chance?”

My mouth must have been open, but Trina went on as if nothing was amiss. “Get you a beer?” she asked. I nodded and she fetched me a Heineken, more upscale than usual for me.

Asta and Roberta came in and we were introduced. I had seen Asta on campus, but Roberta was new to me. Asta looked Nordic, tall and almost too slender, with an angular face and thin narrow lips. Roberta was blonde and tightly built, like she rowed on crew.

I was getting increasingly confused, this was not the scene I was expecting.

“So, thanks for coming,” Trina addressed Jared and me.

Jared and I exchanged a look. He appeared as undone as I was.

“It seems each of you has a notion of some intimacy with me, correct?” Trina looked closely at each of us.

How else was I going to respond?

“Absolutely,” I said with conviction.

“Wouldn’t be here otherwise,” Jared said but shifted tentatively on his feet.

“Excellent!” Trina beamed. “So here is the deal, let me explain.” The other two girls exchanged a smirk.

“I have always liked contests,” Trina began. “Game shows on TV, feats of skill, singing, dancing, fitness, speed, contests of all sorts. When I was thirteen I loved watching re-runs of the Dating Game, all that kind of kitschy stuff. Tonight will be ‘Friday Night at Trina’s’!”

Jared and I eyed each other. What were we supposed to do, jump up and down and scream “hurray”? Would we be stuck answering trivia questions all night?

“Tonight’s winner gets to have me,” she said, “although not tonight, for reasons which soon will become clear. I will be your grand prize and I guarantee the winner will not regret it.”

It turned out this last statement would not prove reliable.

“So here’s the deal, boys. Thanks for your clean bills of health,” she pointed at the clinic forms. “I like the looks of both of you. I like sex even more.” She ran her tongue along her upper lip.

“You’ve cleared the first hurdle, proven yourselves clean. Now I want to get some measure of your, ah, stamina.” She finished with a wave of a hand.

“I take sex seriously and expect that you do too. We’ll find out just how good you guys are, how well your pleasure equipment is constructed, and it will be Etlik Escort Bayan great amusement all around.”

My imagination was only just beginning to get some traction and I hoped I was wrong.

Trina looked at her watch. “Quarter to nine it is. Whoever can come the most in the next two hours will be King of Friday night, Trina’s new Best Friend. The Big Date will officially begin tomorrow for the lucky boy, enough time for rest and recovery and some first-class fun.”

I never considered it a good sign when someone referred to themselves in the third-person.

Jared and I looked at each other, bewildered.

“You want us to jerk off in front of you?” asked Jared, taking a stab at the nature of our “contest.”

“Seriously? And the guy who creams the most times is the winner?” His face grimaced in disbelief.

“No, no, no,” Trina shook her head energetically, her pony tail went back and forth.

“That’s too easy and isn’t necessarily indicative of how your penis will respond when someone else is stimulating it. I imagine you both know your own cocks extremely well, how to prolong your pleasure, how to come a lot and so on. I am well acquainted with the sex behaviors of adolescent males and cannot imagine either of you guys is any different. Tonight has to be handled under a more controlled environment.”

“Each of you will take a seat in one of those chairs,” she pointed to two reclining type seats in opposing corners of the living room. I noted that each had been covered with a clean sheet. My stomach did a bit of a somersault as things became clearer.

“My esteemed apartment-mates will take turns coaxing your excitement forth, and the guy who comes the most times in two hours, that’s a reasonable amount of time for a good love session, he’s The Man.” She clapped her hands together like a ten year old girl at the circus.

My inner wise-guy couldn’t resist. “Aren’t you going to measure semen volume too? That ought to count for something.” Trina shot me a look that was both intrigued and dismissive.

“I care more about how many times a guy can get it up for me than the amount of sperm he squirts, to tell you the truth.” She looked defiant.

“Gentlemen, take your places!” She waved her arms with a flourish, her tits swaying enchantingly. She sounded like a boxing referee.

Jared and I looked at each other. I shrugged and we each went to a chair. We were about to sit down when Trina told us to disrobe, completely.

This was totally odd, and of course Jared and I each stole surreptitious looks at each other while taking our clothes off, knowing that the girls were checking us out too. He had a nice body, I grant you, flat stomach, healthy looking shoulders, but I was more nervous than I wanted to let on.

My penis is very small usually, until excitement hits it. Jared’s prick looked a lot longer, it was uncut, which always makes a cock look bigger. It hung and waved nicely, but it is always so difficult to tell, maybe I would be bigger than him when we were both erect. In any event, there was nothing to do about it, and we sat back, buck naked in front of these three girls. Luckily the heat was cranked up in the room or we would have been uncomfortably cool on the fresh cotton sheets.

Asta came to my side, Roberta to Jared’s. I noted with some alarm that each of them had a length of rope in their hands.

“Put your arms behind you,” commanded Trina.

“Huh? What the fuck is this, Trina?” I shot back. “What’s the deal with trying to tie us up?” I was really pissed-off now.

“Hey relax, you big stud.” Her eyes flashed.

“There is no harm involved. We’re not gonna hurt you. Anytime you want to leave, you say the word, we’ll let you free. But that means a forfeit.” Her eyes drifted to Jared meaningfully. “It turns out that it is just better all around if your hands are restrained behind you and you aren’t tempted, at all, to ‘help out’ while your mighty member is being stroked by the girls.”

In a flash and with a sinking feeling I realized that this was not the first time this little “contest” had been held here. I knew from earlier discussion that Trina’s name was the primary on the lease, was this one way her suite-mates repaid some of their rent obligations? Or was this just a game they all enjoyed? I swallowed hard.

Trina stood hands on hips, glaring at me, waiting for a comeback. God, her chest looked nice.

I cussed under my breath but put my hands behind me. Asta secured each wrist, looping the rope around the chair, not all that tightly, but enough so that I would neither be able to get off the chair without being untied, nor touch any part of my body with my hands.

So in a couple minutes Jared and I were secured, and a pair of hands began to work over each of our cocks. Asta was soft, slow, but given the situation it really didn’t take long before I was hard. Jared took a little longer under Roberta’s fingers, and I was relieved that fully erect we both looked to be about the same size. His cockhead had poked free from his foreskin, it looked smooth, red, arrow-shaped.

Trina had a gleam in her eyes. She went to a desk in the corner, opened a drawer and came back with a leather-covered notebook and a cloth tape measure.

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Natalia and I will be married six years this July. In that time our relationship has blossomed and grown, particularly our sex life. We have explored our deepest fantasies and made them a reality.

My arse has always been a turn on for her. I always found that surprising as I considered it nothing special. When we first started to go out she would wait until I came out of the bath and bend me over so she could kiss my bum cheeks. Later she grew more confident and would prise my cheeks apart and allow her tongue to probe deeper until she was literally licking my arse hole. The first time this happened I almost came straight away. It was the combination of the physical sensation of her tongue wetting my arse with saliva and the mental image of such an audacious act that drove me to an intense orgasm.

In Natalia’s mind it was far from degrading for her to lick me, on the contrary I became her bitch and my arse became an object for her pleasure.

Over time she would use my heightened level of arousal to start to cross unspoken boundaries. She had me on my back one day and had been licking my balls and working her way down to my arse with her tongue. After probing it briefly and coating it in saliva she started to press an index finger against it. I looked at her in protest but before I could mutter any words her finger started to ease into me. My arse was tight around her finger but she continued licking my balls and managed to force her finger all the way in to the knuckle. As she played with my prostate a series of small orgasms rippled through me, slowly building in intensity. I was coming again and again but they were all dry. I had never experienced such pleasure and was totally at her mercy.

From then on she would often introduce her finger into me and I would gratefully receive it. On one occasion we were about to make love and I was lying on my back expecting her to come over and straddle me so I could put my cock in her pussy. I had asked her to put some stockings on as I loved to see her in them. Instead she thought it would be better if I wore a pair of her sheer tights. As the fabric was stretched up my legs I suddenly felt vulnerable. Instead of straddling me she forced my legs apart and drew them up around her waist. My nylon covered legs clung on helplessly around her sides as she started a thrusting motion. Her fingers lightly ran along the sheer tights. In her mind she was imagining that she was wearing a huge strap-on cock and was fucking me senseless. I enjoyed the feeling of giving myself to her completely and we both started to cum.

I have always loved to see women in sheer hosiery, the material fascinates me. I love the way it stretches over smooth skin and shimmers in the light. Better still is to touch it, slippery smooth, the skin yields beneath my fingers stretching the fabric with it. Light and dark areas are created when the fabric curves away accentuating the shape of the legs. To me it is the ultimate in femininity, the most delicate of materials, the tiny pattern of fibres encasing the leg beneath it in a varnish like sheen. I loved it when Natalia started to buy me tights for my birthday, it meant so much to me and I always looked forward to seeing what she had chosen. Sometimes we would go into Calzedonia together and buy tights for both of us. She found it erotic too, since I was now her bitch. Some day she will buy me fully fashioned stockings too with a gorgeous seam up the back. I imagine the non stretch fabric has a different sensation against the skin and the suspender straps would Escort Bayan gently pull on my legs with every step.

We carried on with this mild form of role play for a while until one day she went out and bought a large double ended strap-on vibrator. The smaller end fitted tightly into her pussy and concealed a vibrator for her pleasure. The other end was larger, about eight inches long and thick with it. It also had a vibrator in it and both were controlled by a battery pack that she wore on her hip. Thick straps securely held it against her soft olive skin allowing her the power to thrust backwards and forwards with impunity.

I will never forget the night she introduced my to it. She had changed into a pair of sheer brown tights and had cut a hole in them to allow her end of the dildo into her. Black patent high heel boots finished the look. It was my birthday and I had been told to close my eyes and wait for my surprise. With my eyes closed she lead me to the dining room table and bent me other it. She took a pair of tights and blindfolded me with them in case I started to look. Each foot was then tied to a different table leg drawing my legs open. My trousers and pants were drawn down to my knees exposing my bum to the air. She lightly planted kisses on my bum cheeks and worked her way towards the crack of my arse. Her fingers sunk in to each cheek and drew them apart. I let out a sigh as her tongue started to work its way slowly towards my arse. Saliva started to run along my crack and over my balls. Eventually she reached it and flicked her tongue over my hole a few times making sure it was soaking in saliva. I thought this was my birthday surprise and wasn’t prepared for what came next.

She lingered there, her face buried in my arse, her tongue probing against my hole gently licking at it. She withdrew for air and started to insert a finger into me. This was soon replaced by a thumb so that my arse started to stretch open for her. A hand was placed on my back, forcing it to arch and raising my arse higher into the air. Now standing, she grasped her large cock with one hand and swung it smoothly across my bum until it reached my crack. As she pushed forward it peeled apart my cheeks and came to rest at my entrance. I had no idea what it was at this stage and could do nothing to stop her anyway as I was tied to the table.

She leaned forward and started to push into me. My hole slowly started to stretch wide surrendering to the penetration. The bulbous head disappeared into me followed slowly by the thick veiny shaft. The motion was slow but relentless. I sucked in air as I struggled to take in what she was doing to me, I couldn’t believe my lovely wife was actually fucking me. I protested that it was too big to get any more in.

By now it was only less than half way in and she had no intention of stopping there. The vibrator was turned on and my arse started to shake. She paused to take in the sight of my cheeks convulsing either side of the thick shaft. Then, placing a hand on each side of my waist she continued to press forward with her hips, forcing herself further into me. The powerful vibrations helped to ease it in, I could feel the vibrations moving deeper. The sound became more muffled the deeper it went and I could sense it was now far inside me. Eventually her thighs pressed against me, I had been completely impaled.

“Happy birthday, bitch!” She loved to refer to me as her bitch and now I couldn’t argue with her. She had made me her bitch and I loved her for it. With her hands clamped Ankara Escort tightly around my waist she set to work fucking the life out of me. The fucking continued until she had come several times.

She lay, exhausted, across my back, her cock still buried deep within me, her soft breasts pushed against my back. We shared that intimate moment for a few minutes while she caught her breath.

Eventually she pushed herself up and looked down at my arse, still stretched wide around the root of her cock. It was a sight that fascinated her. She reached over to her camera that was lying on the table. Setting it in movie mode she aimed it at my arse and started to film the sight. She slowly withdrew the cock and filmed as my arse peeled back clinging to the veiny shaft. When it was almost out she paused and filmed it slowly forcing its way back in, capturing with intimate detail my subjugation until my arse cheeks splayed out to accept the final inch.

She then untied my blindfold, positioned the camera in front of me and played back the film. As I watched in amazement she mirrored the on screen action so I could see and feel myself being fucked at the same time. An intense orgasm rippled through my body, she was fucking with my mind and my body.

The strap-on cock became a regular part of our love making and when I was fucking her she would say “That’s it, show me how to fuck you, imagine I am fucking you right now like this”. As I slammed my cock into her relentlessly I would say “This is how you have to fuck me”. I would pull it all the way out and ram it home. She would encourage me by saying “Yes I’m going to fuck your arse like that, hard and fast with my huge cock”. As I started to cum in her pussy she would start to orgasm too. Her love juices poured out of her well fucked pussy and she would tell me she was cumming in my arse.

Later that year we went on holiday to a tropical paradise and stayed for a week in a hillside hotel overlooking views of lush greenery. When the rain fell it was an amazing place to be, the rain beat against the cabin roof and rivulets of water meandered across the balcony floor. The sound of the wildlife from the forest canopy made us feel close to nature and we were soon losing our inhibitions and getting very intimate.

One day we were sitting on the veranda watching the view and talking about our fantasies. As we started to kiss passionately she undid the front of my trousers and pulled them down so she could see if I was wearing a pair of sheer tights for her. Satisfied that I was she ran her hand around my bum, under my balls then down my leg, digging her nails lightly into the soft fabric as she did so. My other clothes soon became abandoned on the floor and we lay on a sun lounger, our bodies entwined, kissing and stroking each other.

Her hand reached behind her and she brought out the strap-on cock. I first became aware of it from my peripheral view as we continued kissing. She moved it up towards our mouths until the cock was at the side of our faces. Soon it was pushing our lips apart and our tongues became separated, forced either side of the bulbous head. She started to lick it passionately, her saliva forming a slick coating that slid around the sides and hung down in thick cords.

I had no choice but to lick the other side of the thick cock, our tongues touching as we surrendered ourselves to it. She started to grunt and make lustful sounds then rolled her tongue around the tip as if to coax the cum out of it. We both became sluts hungry for that Ankara Escort Bayan cock. I had never felt so dirty and we both went into a frenzy of licking as we rolled onto the floor, our legs entwined.

We became oblivious to the rain that had started to hit us. Natalia’s thin summer dress clung to her olive skin and turned transparent in the wet. Underneath lay a deep 6 strap suspender belt in a sheer black gauze material, a black thong, bra and seamed stockings. I lifted the dress off her as beads of warm raindrops fell from her tousled black hair. Rivulets of water started to run across her chest towards the valley of flesh between her ample breasts. I eased off her bra and as the tension released they bobbed slightly. They were a magnificent shape and size and topped off with large dark areole. The taunt smooth flesh held them suspended as if in mid air.

I picked her up and lay her on her back on the lounger so that her head was hanging off the edge. Easing my tights down I held the back of her neck and presented my cock to her mouth. She angled her head back and took as much of my cock into her mouth that she could manage. My balls hung lazily above her face. I then pulled the tights back up to my waist, trapping her head inside them and forcing her deeper onto my cock.

The rain was beating more heavily now and our bodies became slick and slippery. I leaned forward planting kisses from her belly button towards her pussy. She let out a sigh as my tongue touched the intimate flesh of her clit and started to flick at it lightly. I brought the strap-on cock around and pushed it against her swollen pussy lips. Right in front of my eyes I watched her pussy lips part and ease around the head of the cock as I began pushing it into her. Instinctively her legs splayed out either side and her hips angled upwards trying to draw more cock in. Her body was submitting to this double fucking and she loved it. She began sucking harder on my cock and pulled me further down her throat. As I pushed into her I continued to lick at her clitoris making large circular movements with my tongue.

Her hips floundered and her legs shook as both cocks continued to impale her gorgeous body from both ends. She was trapped beneath me, her head caught in my tights staring at my balls that swung just above her face. Slowly I pushed the other cock all the way into her gorgeous pussy, somehow she managed to take the whole length.

I turned on the vibrations and the reaction was immediate. Her body spasmed and her head thrashed about on my cock. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit and suddenly a torrent of juices gushed from her pussy soaking the her stockings. I leaned farther forward, and began licking as much juice as I could. Her thighs shook and her pelvis juddered sharply as orgasmic waves overwhelmed her.

Her orgasm sent me over the edge and I grabbed her head and thrust my cock deeper into her open mouth. Her neck bulged out in response just as I started to pump spunk straight down her throat. My balls had reached her nose and she was forced to watch them convulsing in front of her eyes as my spunk was driven out of them and straight into her throat.

I tensed for a brief moment, savouring the feeling of filling her. As I withdrew my cock I pulled the other slowly from her soaked pussy. Her body juddered then went limp as it gave up the two shafts. Her tongue followed the tip of my cock as it left her mouth. It flicked at a stray drop of spunk that had formed at the end. The pearl drop slid along her tongue and disappeared into her open mouth.

A second drop of spunk dripped onto her face and ran down her cheek. She had been well fucked and had a glow about her. Afterwards we lay on the lounger and cuddled up as the warm rain continued to beat against us.

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A flurry of activity caught Andy’s eye and he glanced up to see a girl hurrying in his direction. Girl, he thought, because she couldn’t have been more than 20. His eyes travelled from the girl’s red toes peeking out of her sandals up her long, tanned legs to the tiny white shorts and the tight red t-shirt that barely covered her obviously braless, perky, round, large-but not-too-large breasts. His eyes stopped on her face, because she was right there, sliding onto the bar stool next to him.

“Oh thank God!” She said, turning to him slightly. “I’m glad to see someone else here, so there’s hope I haven’t missed last call.” She looked around the otherwise empty bar. “Anyone sitting here?”

Andy shook his head. “No.” His glanced dropped from her face to her cleavage.

She smiled and tilted her head a little. “Thanks. I’ve had such a day, and I just need to have as many drinks as they’ll serve me.” She waved at the bartender. “Excuse me … hi … can get a Jack and Diet Coke, please? A double.”

“ID, please,” the bartender said. By the look on his face, he seemed certain that she wouldn’t be able to produce a valid one.

“My ID? Of course. I’m still breaking it in. I’ve been legal to drink for a whole four days now.”

Andy grinned slightly. Everything about this girl was flirtatious. And probably dangerous. He took a sip from his own drink and glanced again at her legs, then her breasts, feeling a slight stirring in his pants.

He cleared his throat. “Put it on my tab,” he said.

“Sure, whatever,” he bartended said, handing the girl back her driver’s license.

“Excuse me?” She said, putting her hand to her chest and curling a finger around a thin gold chain. “Aww, you’re so sweet.” She laid her hand on Andy’s arm. “Thank you!”

He shook his head. “It’s not a problem. I have an expense account. Company’s paying for it.”

“An expense account? Should we talk about business then?” She giggled.

Dangerous, Andy warned himself.

The bartender put her drink in front of her and she picked it up. “Cheers!”

Andy smiled and raised his glass to hers.

“I’m Tori,” she said, although Andy had really no intention of asking.

“I’m Andy.”

“Andy.” She let the name roll off her tongue. “Very cute.”

“Yeah,” he said dismissively. “So Tori…how was your day? What are you trying to drink away?”

“Oh, my day? My weekend! You sure you want to hear? Oh of course you do. It would be rude of me to accept your drink and not bear my soul to you.” She laughed, and again brushed his arm with her hand.

He turned to her slightly. “Yeah, tell me all about it.”

“Well, I turned 21 a few days ago. Woo hoo! Two of my sorority sisters also turned 21 this month, so we planned this weekend together at the beach with our boyfriends. All six of us flew down here on Thursday. First day … everything is great. Laying in the sun. Margaritas. Good food … Perfect!

“Friday morning I’m laying in bed watching TV while my boyfriend is in the shower and his phone starts buzzing. I just ignored it, but it kept going. Five or six times. I thought maybe someone died or something, so I grabbed it, and I see all these texts from someone named Jen. They’re all ‘Heyyy. What’s up? You there? I miss you.’

“Oh geez.” Andy said, quickly glancing at his phone as it buzzed, and a notification popped up that he had a message. He flipped the phone over.

“I know! What the fuck, right?” Tori seemed too preoccupied with her story to pay attention to Andy’s phone that was vibrating again.

“So, he gets out of the shower and I’m just standing there, holding his phone up in his face, and I say, ‘Who the fuck is Jen?’.”

“What did he say?”

“He sort of stammered around and tried to come up with some lie for a few minutes, but he is a terrible liar. Finally, he just gave up and came clean. She’s some skank he met online. I told him he had 10 minutes to get dressed and pack up his shit and get out.”

“Oh, that sucks. For you, not him.”

She sighed. “But it’s cool now. I … am … so … done … with … him. My girls were there to remind me that he was never good enough for me in the first place.”

“Probably not,” Andy agreed.

“After that little nightmare, the five of us actually managed a good time the rest of the weekend. We went to some bars and clubs, and of course a girl can always find someone to keep her company.” She smiled slyly. “I allowed myself to enjoy the attention of the boys, but ultimately guys my age are mostly immature idiots.”

She straightened her shoulders a bit. “I think I need to shift my focus more toward grown men,” she added with a wink and a smile.

Holy shit, Andy thought, this is really going to happen.

“Anyway,” she continued, “Everything was OK until today, when I spent three hours waiting around that fucking airport BEFORE my flight got cancelled. And I was alone because my friends all took earlier flights since they have early class tomorrow. So here I am, with one unplanned qiqitv.info night at this Airport Hilton.”

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a weekend.”

“Quite a weekend,” she agreed. “But I just roll with the punches! Got that from my mom.” She smiled again and ran her hand through her long blonde hair. “And how about you? What sort of company is paying for my drinks?” She held up her hand before Andy could speak. “Oh, let me guess! Hmm, you’re well dressed, fit. You seem like some sort of lawyer to me.”

Andy smiled and shook his head. “No, not quite. I’m a consultant for a company in Texas.” He had thought up the lie on the spot. He hoped she didn’t notice he didn’t have a Texas accent.

“A consultant? And the company that’s brought you to town doesn’t put you in a fancier hotel than this one at the airport? Maybe you’re just not that good of a consultant.” She giggled and clearly didn’t care if his story was true. “Do you travel a lot?”

He nodded. “Yeah, actually. Mostly travel. I spend about 200 nights a year in a hotel.”

“Oh, I guess then all the hotels seem pretty much the same after 200 nights a year.”

He shrugged a little. “Yeah, most are nice, though. I’m just there to sleep, really.”

“Do you ever have that thing where you wake up and forget what city you’re in?” She laughed, and uncrossed and recrossed her legs, brushing against his in the process.

He laughed. “Once or twice maybe.”

She lowered her eyes. “That must really be awful for your marriage.”

Andy’s fingers of his right hand immediately went to his ring and began twisting it around on his finger. “Ah, you noticed that.”

“Of course, I noticed the ring. A woman always does.”

“Well, I don’t think she minds that I’m gone so much.”

“Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure she misses you; a handsome man like yourself.” Her hand was on his arm again.

He shook his head. “We’re getting a divorce. I think.” He glanced at her, but again, his eyes drifted downward.

Tori stuck out her bottom lip a little. “Oh really? That sucks. But I don’t judge. My parents split when I was in high school, so I’ve been there. I feel like they were super worried about my feelings or that I’d be upset, but I was honestly relieved. You know? I could tell their relationship was bad. I’m not blind.”

“Yeah, I worry about the kids.” He didn’t know why he was telling her this. He liked the conversation better when his wife wasn’t the subject.

” I’m sure your kids can see that you and your wife have drifted apart too, so they won’t be surprised if you get divorced.”

“That’s what I hope.”

“How old are your kids?”

“Fifteen and thirteen.”

“Fifteen and thirteen? You must have gotten married young!”

Andy laughed. He knew he looked every bit of his age, and old enough to have kids that age. And definitely old enough to be Tori’s father. He downed the rest of his drink. “I got married when I was twenty-three.”

“Twenty three? I can’t even imagine being married two years from now. Honestly right now I can’t even imagine being in another relationship after this latest asshole.” She spun her mostly empty glass around on the coaster. “So, you’ve been married for … what? 20 years? and now you’re miserable. Well, right NOW you shouldn’t be miserable, because you’ve made a new friend.” She giggled.

Andy smiled, too, mostly in disbelief that this woman was coming on so strong. There was no reason to correct her miscalculations about the length of his marriage.

“At least all this time away gives you a release from your marriage,” she rubbed his arm. “Are you one of those guys who has mistresses all over the country?”

He laughed out loud. “Not hardly”

“Awww, well you ought to. Such a waste for a mature, handsome man like you to be all alone.” She nodded toward his phone, which had just vibrated again. “Is that your wife? Or maybe a girlfriend?”

Andy shook his head. “It’s not my wife. No girlfriend.”

She put a hand on his knee, and he felt his cock twitch. “You must at least… release the tension … regularly, if you know what I mean?”

He chuckled. “That’s a little personal, don’t you think?”

“Too personal?” She wrinkled her nose. “Never.” She picked up her empty glass and sat it back down. “Oh, I think we need another round. Bartender! Another round on my friend’s expense account please.”

They sat in silence while the bartender made the drinks. Andy tried to slow his breaths and act like it was completely normal that this 21-year-old hottie would be sitting next to him at the bar with her hand inching toward his crotch.

The bartender placed their glasses in front of them. “Cheers again,” she said brightly, clinking her glass to his. “Now … back to the tension release. What do you load up on the internet when you need it? Nurses? Massage parlor? The naughty yoga instructor?” She lowered her eyes and her voice. “Or college girls?”

“Oh, I umm…I don’t…Whatever pops up…”

She laughed. “Don’t pretend to be so innocent, Mister. Do you think I haven’t noticed where your eyes have been going since I sat here? You really should work on being more subtle with that.”

He felt his face flush a little. He shrugged. “You look nice.”

She giggled. “It’s ok. I can tell you’re enjoying the view because I’ve also taken a peek down. Someone is getting a little excited.”

“Well, you do have your hand on my thigh,” Andy pointed out.

She nodded and inched her hand a little closer. “I imagine you’d get even more excited if I pulled my t-shirt down just a little more, to show you just a … little … more … of … my … tits.” With her other hand, she tugged at the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it so far down that Andy was surprised her tits didn’t pop out.

She leaned closer to him. “Or if I slid my hand just … a … little … closer … to … here.” She moved her hand until the tips of her finger were touching his hard cock.

He inhaled sharply and exhaled with a laugh. “You’re dangerous.”

“I am not buying the shy guy thing, Mister. I think I’m not the first woman you’ve met in a bar … and bought a few drinks … and taken up to your room.”

He raised his eyebrows and tried to feign surprise. “Is that what you want?”

Her hand moved until her palm was directly over his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, and he felt his cock jump. She felt it too and smiled. “Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t know that’s what I wanted as soon as I sat down. I could have picked any of those empty seats across the bar, you know.”

He nodded. “I knew what you wanted,” he said with bravado, like this was the kind of thing that happened to him all the time.

They were distracted by a clinking of glasses. They both looked up. The bartender was pretending to clean, but his glares toward them was clear: It was time to go.

She leaned closer until he could feel her breath on his cheek. She slid off the barstool. “I’m going to the ladies room. Sign that check and meet me at the elevator.”

Andy watched her walk away, then scribbled his name on the paper the bartender shoved in front of him. He stood up and adjusted his pants, trying to disguise the tenting. He picked up his phone and shoved it in his pocket.

He saw Tori leaving the bathroom and he hurried to join her in the elevator. He pushed the button for the seventh floor. She put her hand over his and moved it to her breast.

He cupped her breast in his hand, squeezing it slightly as he backed her against the wall. His lips found hers. He used his leg to part hers and she began grinding herself against his knee. He squeezed both breasts, probably too hard, but it had been a good while since his hands had been that full. She moaned, and he didn’t really care it was pleasure or pain. His cock was straining against his pants, begging for release.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He pulled away, but took her by the hand, dragging her down the hall to his room. He fumbled with the key card, but finally the door opened. He stepped back so she could enter the room first.

“Ohhhh, you have a much nicer room than I do,” she said spinning around slowly. “I guess being a Super Platinum guest has its privileges.” She stopped twirling and beckoned to him with one finger.

He approached, dropping his phone and wallet on the desk as he passed.

She patted the bed. “Now, just relax on your Super Platinum bed, sir.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Let me give you a better view of the tits you’ve been staring at ever since I walked into the bar.” She pulled her shirt over her head slowly, one breast appearing, then the other, just inches away from his face.

“What do you think? Are they as nice as the ones you see in those porn movies you watch so much when you’re all alone in your hotel room?” She gave a little shake.” Andy licked his lips but kept his hands by his side. “And I’m sure my perky young 21-year-old tits are much nicer than your bitchy wife’s.” She giggled and leaned toward him. “What do you think?’

Andy reached for her, putting his hand on the small of her back, drawing her to him. He closed his mouth around one of her nipples, his tongue working in a circular motion. His other hand went to her other tit, cupping it in the palm of his hand and lightly squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

She threw her head back. “Yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.” His hand moved from her back to her ass. He slid it down her cheek, and between her legs, feeling the warmth of her pussy.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed away. “Now, let me see what I want to see. Let’s lose this tie and this shirt.” She pulled at the knot.

Andy stood up and made quick work of his tie and shirt, tossing them into the floor next to her discarded t-shirt.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, running her hand down his chest. “You definitely make use of the hotel gym.” She moved her hand to his belt buckle. “Let me see more.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Let me see what’s been making such a bulge in your pants since I sat next to you.”

Andy undid his belt and pants and let them fall around his knees. He started to push down his boxers, but Tori beat him to it.

“Mmmmmm,” She purred again, leaning so close he could feel her breath on his cock. “Oh my, I think you’re already dripping a little bit. We are eager, aren’t we?” She looked up at him. “You must have been soooo lonely.”

“Uh huh,” Andy grunted, resisting the urge to grab her by the back of her head and fuck her face.

Tori smiled up at him, a knowing look on her face, like she could read his mind. “Let me take care of that so we can start clean.” Her tongue touched the head of his cock.

“Oh,” he moaned.

“Mmmmm, that’s better.”

She popped the head of his cock in her mouth and Andy grabbed fistfuls of her hair. “Suck my cock,” he whispered. “Damn, that feels so fucking good.”

She sped up, bracing herself by grabbing his ass. Each time she took more and more of him into her mouth, until he disappeared almost entirely. She clearly had experience.

“Damn,” he breathed. “Oh shit.” He closed his eyes and bit his lip, wondering if he should stop her or if she wanted him to explode in her mouth.

She slowed her rhythm and pulled her mouth off his cock with a ‘pop.’ She giggled. “Let’s make this even better.” She stood up. “I’m going to slip out of these shorts … and out of these panties.” She slid out of her clothes and kicked them across the room. She put her hand on his chest and gave him a small push. “Now let’s taste each other.”

Andy scrambled to the middle of the bed. She positioned herself over him, her pussy hovering over his face. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He touched her clit with his tongue, lightly at first, then closed his mouth around it.

“Mmmm, yessss, that’s much better.” She took his cock in her mouth again, bobbing up and down on his rod, but Andy hardly noticed. He was too busy sucking her clit, feeling it swell in his mouth. He could feel her juices dripping onto his chin and he lowered his mouth, lapping it from the source.

Tori lifted her head and threw her head back with a moan. “Oh, your wife has taught you well how to use that tongue. So much better than the young guys I’m used to.” She sat up slightly and began moving her hips, griding her pussy into his face. Andy licked and sucked at her greedily, his tongue burrowing deep inside of her.

“God, yeah! Fuck me with your tongue.”

Andy grabbed her tighter, trying to hold her at the perfect distance.

“Mmm, yessss, squeeze my tight little ass over your face,” She said squirming. “It feels sooo good.” She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth again.

They found a rhythm; Andy alternating between tonguing her pussy and sucking her clit. He gasped as she moved from his cock to his balls, licking them, kissing them, then sucking them into her mouth, one at a time.

“Fuck, yeah,” Andy breathed, ready to explode. He clamped down hard on her clit, sucking hard.

“Oh God, yessss!” Tori sat almost straight up. “Suck my clit! God, I’m going to cum! She moaned and arched her back. “Don’t stop; please don’t stop.” Her body quivered. He moved his mouth slightly, licking at the fresh juices.

“Damn,” she moaned, moving from her position. “You are you really good at that. You must have eaten a lot of pussy to be such an expert.” She moved close to his face and ran her finger over his lips. “Have you eaten a lot of pussy, Andy?”

He nodded. “Yes.” He sucked on her fingertip. “Have you?”

She shook her head. “No, never, but I love the taste of mine.” She kissed him, forcing her tongue into mouth, trying to get ever drop of her cum back from him. She straddled his waist. “It’s time to switch. Let me ride this hard cock.”

She lowered her body onto his waiting cock. He had his hands on her hips, guiding her into place, but she grabbed them and put them on her breasts. “Mmmm, here … Feel my tits while I ride you.”

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch he felt his cock disappear into her warmth, her wetness until it was as far as it could go. She moved slowly at first, letting her pussy adjust to his cock. “Oh God, your cock is amazing.” She closed her eyes and rolled her hips.

“Your pussy feel so good,” Andy said, wanting to thrust into her, but resisting the urge. “I love your hot pussy on my hard cock.”

She reached out and grabbed the headboard, and bent her knees so that she was squatting, his cock still buried inside her. She began bouncing up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed until she was slamming herself down over and over on his rock hard cock.

“God, I love fucking you. Suck my tits!”

Obediently, Andy’s mouth went to her breasts, alternating from one to the other as she kept up her steading pounding. “Don’t stop,” he commanded. “You’re so fucking good. Your pussy feels so good. Fuck me, Tori!”

His hand dropped from her hip and he pressed this thumb lightly against her clit. “You’re going to make me cum again,” she said.

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*** Flashback to Late Spring of Senior Year in high school – Chapter 2 takes place roughly 6 months before Chapter 1***

DC sat staring at the Melody’s back. They had been in classes together since preschool. They lived a few houses apart and had been best friends as toddlers but now they never even spoke. He had had a crush on her back then and still did now.

He had always thought she was cute and felt a certain attraction to her. Now that they were seniors she had developed into an ultra-hot babe and the attraction was stronger than ever. The way her narrow waist flared out to her perfect, round little ass was painfully beautiful.

DC didn’t know what makes some people cool and others dorks. Even If he did, he have a feeling he would still be a member of the dork club. It’s not like he’s ugly, maybe tall and a little gawky, but so are some of the athletes. Sure, he’s smarter than average, then so are some of the popular kids. He might figure it must be something to do with his social skills, but he got along very well in his outcast clique.

The only reason why any of this mattered to him was the fact that it kept him from dating girls like Melody. Correction, it kept him from dating Melody. There were other pretty girls, but for some reason he had always been drawn to her. Unfortunately, she would not even acknowledge his existence these days.

His plan was to try to reset his life in college. His fear is that he would still be on the same rung of the social ladder when he got there.

While he sat in class, he concentrated Melody’s tight lithe body one row up and one seat to the left, wishing for some kind of opportunity to reconnect with her.

The shove came from DC’s blind side. He had no chance to brace himself or resist the force that pushed him from his seat. He was going to land nose first on the tile when he instinctively reached out his hands towards Melody’s desk to try and save himself. His mind panicked, this was going to hurt if he couldn’t catch himself. DC closed his eyes and prayed he didn’t break his nose.

DC’s hand miraculously reached her desk. His fingers brushed Melody’s elbow as he caught himself. He felt an electric spark, a rush of heat, an odd taste of iron in his mouth. Melody squirmed in her chair and quickly looked over her shoulder; she locked eyes with him for an instant while he hung suspended from her desk.

DC felt a sense of her being. Everything about her mood and emotions. Time froze and created an instant that lasted an eternity. It was like looking into the sun everything else in the world was washed away by her blinding presence in his mind.

Then, after the eternal instant, it was over.

He was in class again and everyone was turning to look at him. He righted himself into his seat as the chorus of snickers started in the class.

“Is there a problem?” Mr. Thorpe asked.

“Sorry, I dropped something.” DC responded to the teacher.

Mr. Thorpe shook his head obviously not believing DC. He was a nice teacher who tried to protect students from bullying. DC knew that it would be more embarrassing to cry for help so he mumbled, “Sorry.” again and Mr. Thorpe turned back to the board.

“Sorry Melody.” DC said softly.

She whispered, “It’s okay.” then she turned her eyes on Sean, the idiot who had shoved him. The ‘I-am-going-to kill-you’ look Melody was giving Sean, foretold of worse punishment than the teacher could ever mete out. DC guessed that she was going to make him pay in some socially painful way.

As she re-settled into her seat, he couldn’t help but wonder at the sensation he had felt. DC sat there until the end of class unsuccessfully trying to come up with a plan to touch Melody again without being a creep, to see if he could recreate the moment when he was in her mind.

Melody kept looking at him over her shoulder. He was unsure how to read the stony expression behind her eyes.

Melody wanted to know what the hell had just happened. She didn’t have anything against DC. He was always nice to her. She thought he was probably nicer to her than she deserved considering how she treated him over the past decade. He was a sweet guy. She wished he could figure out how to not be a massive dork all the time, stop dressing like a slovenly geek, and try to fix his wild hair. Afterall, he couldn’t be ugly if he tried.

‘That was fucking weird.’ She thought to herself. ‘Did he do that? Did I?’

His soul had bared to her. She had seen it all. His attraction, his need. The worst part was that she had felt his need as though it was her own. She had never experienced that type of wanting. To give in to panting lust that strong would be a rush, she thought.

She had known he had a crush, that’s why she avoided him. She avoided ever offering anything that might lead him on, but his attraction ran way deeper than that. She wanted to think it was creepy, but there was something sweet and pure in what she saw.

Maybe she should maltepe escort talk to him. She could give him a chance, let him ask her out, see where it went.

She violently shook off that thought. She told herself there was no way they could go out.

She tried to ignore it but the lustful need lingered in the back of her mind.

***

Life went on as normal for a few days after their little incident. He tried to talk to her a couple times but she was not interested. She also made sure they didn’t touch.

He casually bumped into a few other people but no one ‘linked’ with him as Melody had. He wanted to know if they could touch minds again or of it was a onetime thing, or if he had only experienced a strange hallucination.

One day on the walk home he noticed her ahead of him, she lived a few houses over from him so it was normal to see her. He sped to catch up to her. She was wearing the tightest jeans DC had ever seen and a white button-up shirt with the tail untucked and covering her butt. Just a hint of the perfect globes of her pert ass peeked out below.

“Hey, Melody.” He called out as he caught up.

She stopped and turned. “What?” She clipped at him terse and short. At the short distance his sense of her irritated emotion was so strong it pushed him on his heels. There was definitely a connection to her mind taking place.

He hadn’t thought of anything to say, so he stood flat footed and dumb for a moment before she turned away and left him in her wake, the wooden soles of her wedge shoes making clip-pity-clop sounds like a trotting horse.

Since their ‘moment’ she had been arguing with herself about what to do with him. She had come to the point she was angry. Angry at herself for being a shallow, selfish bitch, angry at him for making her feel that way, and angry at the world for being unfair. Now he was pissing her off because he was making her feel guilty. Why was he so damn nice? It just made her feel guiltier. Damn him for being so good to her. His kind demeanor radiated to her senses ceaselessly along with that lustful feeling he always had.

“Melody, hold on a minute.” He called, but rather than slowing from her trot she increased to a canter.

He reached for her arm to get her attention. The moment they physically touched their minds short-circuited. His calm personality along with his desire pushed to her over the link, she attempted to resist but it flowed like water into her. There were no longer any barriers blocking his mind from hers. An overwhelming need to be nice to him surged into her as they locked eyes and her pupils dilated, hiding nearly all of her gold flecked green irises. She looked at him for what seemed like the first time. The two way flow between them was intense. Her mind was a tempest of confusion and odd nerves.

Her touch soothed his soul. His touch set hers on fire.

“Let me walk with you.” He said. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.” She said weakly as she nodded. He could feel her self-loathing anger. She asked, “What do you want Doogie?”

He hated that nickname that the ‘in crowd’ had bestowed on him.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Douglas, but my friends call me DC.” He reminded her. He took his hand off of her arm and immediately felt her peevish attitude sliding back into place.

“Whatever Douglas”

“I’d rather you called me DC.” He desperately wished she would be nice to him. “You gave me that nickname.” He pointed out.

Yes, according to their parents she had difficulty saying Douglas at age 3 and had renamed him to something she liked better. More evidence of her being a horrible person for ignoring him.

She waved her hand down the sidewalk dramatically offering to walk with him.

‘Fuck,’ she thought, ‘I didn’t imagine it. We are connected. Why him? Why is he the one?’ She wondered what it meant. She didn’t like the implications. She knew it was just him that had this connection with her. She had been testing if she had connections to others as well. “Shit” she muttered to herself. ‘At least he’s not a moron.’ she allowed.

They didn’t talk as we walked. He really wanted to find out if she felt the connection the same way he did, but how do you ask about something that crazy. They walked right past his house on the way to hers. When they got to the path that led to her front door she was actually reluctant to stop. They stood looking at each other with DC wondering what to do next. He knew that he needed to close out the moment they had just shared. A hug seemed too much too soon.

By the end of the walk she conceded to herself that he was a good person at least. Maybe they could be friends again.

Melody decided to be merciful to DC so she bailed him out from his awkwardness. “Thank you for walking me home. I think it was just what I needed.”

Temporarily forgetting what happened when they touched, she playfully slapped his arm with the back of her hand. His presence, that was murky when they stood near, blazed manavgat escort into her mind for an instant. It left a stamp on her mind, like the after image of a bright light. Again she felt his wanting as though it was her own. She stole away an extra strong dose of his feeling of desire and lust that had been building in him as they walked together. It reinforced the desire he had left her with from before.

She suppressed the wanting need that erupted in her belly and said, “Don’t be a stranger.” She walked away fighting the urge to throw herself bodily at him.

‘Holy crap!’ He thought to himself, ‘that was awesome!’ He pumped his arm.

He heard Melody giggle as she looked over her shoulder at him as she walked away.

‘That was kind of cute, in a dorky way.’ She thought. ‘Maybe I could give him a chance?’

***

The next day DC wanted to repeat the same walk.

He saw her and began to approach. She was wearing a blue sun dress and sandals today. Her bare legs were a magnet for his eyes. He was mesmerized by her slender thighs that he could only see a few inches of. He tried to imagine what the rest of the naked flesh of her legs looked like. Her knickers were only a flip of her dress away. He imagined what it would be like to lick her pussy. He had watched lots of porn, but what would it taste like, feel like? Based on the videos, he pictured what her pussy would look like. He guessed a girl like her would have some public hair.

Melody had spent a sleepless night stewing over DC. The lust she had carried home from DC had caused her to masturbate three times. About him. It bothered her to no end. She was pissed off and agitated all night. Now she was tired and mad. At this point, she wanted nothing to do with him.

When he approached during their walk home, she tried to let him down hard, “Look, just because we had a nice walk yesterday does not mean I want to be friends.”

Her acting like a bitch made it easier for him to act like a dick without feeling guilty about it. He grabbed her hand and bridged their minds together. He spent the walk wandering around her mind figuring out the lay of the land. He couldn’t read her thoughts, but while they touched he could feel her emotions clearly.

Touching her soothed his desires and pent up sexual frustrations. It was like she took away his ache.

He really wanted her to like him back. Maybe he could use this crazy link to mind control her into liking him.

When we got to her house he let go of her hand and she immediately broke out into a run for her front door. He could hear her crying.

DC felt horrible. Even though she was a bitch, he did not feel like he should be cruel.

She ran straight to her room and dove onto her bed.

“God damn him and his fucking hormones!” she sobbed to herself. He had made her horny again. Really horny this time. She had wanted to drag him with her to her bedroom.

Her hands absently ran up her thighs pulling the hem of her dress up with them. She didn’t even consider what she was doing until her thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties.

She imagined it was DC sliding off her underwear. In her mind, his head was between her thighs, licking. Her fingers rubbed small circles teasing her clit. She was already dripping wet.

She closed her eyes and teased her pussy. Her fingers combed her long public hair. She had not really groomed her pussy for reasons other than not having the hair show when she wore a bathing suit. She thought that DC would like it if she trimmed it short and shaved the lips. He could lick her better that way. She played with her wet opening and moved some of the moisture up to her clit.

Melody had never been this engaged in erotic fantasy in her life. She wanted him to eat her so bad. She pushed two fingers in while her other hand stayed on her clit.

Fuck, it wasn’t enough. She stood and shucked the rest of her clothes. She grabbed her favorite hair brush and fell back to her bed.

She rubbed the ridged gel handle of the brush across her folds and teased her nipples with her other hand. She imagined the brush handle was DC’s tongue. For five minutes she toyed with herself ever increasing her level of pleasure.

When she sensed she was close, she vigorously shook the handle on her clit and pinched and pulled at her nipple hard. Her whole body clenched as her orgasm blossomed. Her body curled forward as her muscles locked. She could not breath or move. Her left leg went into sewing machine spasms and her hands went numb. She fell over into a fetal position as her climax released her.

“Fuck, that was great.” she said as she attempted to regain her breathe. She idly played with her nipples as the fire of need began to ignite again. “Shit, I need more.”

She wobbled out of bed on rubbery legs and saw herself in her vanity mirror. Her entire body was red and blotchy. She had a sheen of sweat on her skin and her hair was a tangled mess. She could see the moisture şişli escort running down the insides of her thighs. She looked at her bushy mons and thought that DC would want her to trim it short. Melody wanted it to look right for him despite the fact she had no intention of him seeing her naked. She walked toward the bathroom planning on grooming herself.

The lust still burned in her. She strummed her pussy as she walked pretending that she was about to have shower sex with DC. In her mind his 6 foot 2 tall lean body was walking naked with her. She loved his height. She wanted his pubic hair shaved too for when she sucked him.

“Oh god, what’s wrong with me.” she thought.

After having an extended date with the massaging spray of her shower nozzle she took care of the hair.

***

Melody delayed leaving school hoping to miss DC. She wanted a chance to clear her mind. He had clouded every thought she had. The feel of her panties sliding against her trimmed pubic hair with every step a constant reminder of how much she had wanted him.

As she left he was waiting for her. She stopped and looked at him.

He could not read her face. He would let her decide if she wanted to be around him.

DC turned and started to walk, Melody fell in beside him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are we okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah.” She laughed to herself. Better than okay. She had cum harder than ever before in her life last night. His stupid boy hormones had made her more wet and horny than she thought she could be.

Due to his inability to not be awkward, she attempted small talk, “Douglas, are you ready for the calculus test?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes. It’s not as hard as people say.”

“It’s the algebra that trips people up.”

“Huh?”

“The students having a hard time are struggling because they aren’t good at the algebra. You are really good at algebra.”

“Oh.” she turned her head to look at him, “How do you know that?”

DC looked down.

She demanded, “Well, out with it.”

“Sometimes, I watch you in class.” They both knew that when he said sometimes he meant always.

“Creepy”

“You are very smart, even though you try to play dumb.”

“Play dumb! I do not.”

“When the teacher calls on you, sometimes you pretend to not know the answer, but I can tell you really do. Mr. Thorpe can tell too.”

She sneered, “Maybe some of us aren’t brainiacs like you.”

“I’m not that smart. Besides, you are as smart as me.”

She smiled sinisterly, “Did you just called me dumb.”

“No.”

“Yes you did. You just said you are not smart and that I was as smart as you. Therefore by extension you are saying I am not smart.”

“Spoken like a true nerd.” He hit back.

She laughed, “I may not be stupid, but I am not a nerd.”

“On the outside you might not be a nerd like me, but deep inside there is a nerd trying to get out.”

She kicked him with the side of her foot. ‘Smart enough to avoid skin contact.’ she told herself.

“Violence is a desperate act you always fall back on when you know you are wrong.” he said.

“Way to sweet talk a girl, dork.”

“And meanness. You were the same when you were 5 years old.”

“Now you are saying I’m like a 5 year old.” she pretended to be mad but was overcome by giggles.

She almost looped her hands around his elbow but stopped short. She said, “Sometimes I miss how we used to be friends.”

“We could be friends again.”

“Sure. But could we be that close again?”

“Of course.”

“After I treated you like dirt for the past 12 years?”

“You ignored me. It’s not like you were one of the bullies actually making me eat dirt. We can start over.”

“But could you ever really trust me? I should have been there for you, stopped the bullies.”

“I should have fought them, maybe punch them in the nose. Then you wouldn’t have needed to step in. It’s not all on you. If I could do things over-“

“If we could do thing over.” she corrected.

“Maybe we can start over.”

“Maybe.”

They had arrived at her house. She considered touching him so that she could steal a taste of his libido. Last night had been pretty good. He didn’t know it, but he had rocked her world even though he had not been in the room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, he said and he walked away.

“Tomorrow.” she replied disappointed. She had missed her opportunity to supercharge her sex drive. Unless she chased after him, as she’d have to wait until tomorrow to touch him. She wanted that orgasm he had made possible, that only he could make possible.

She was going to need to start grooming him so they could date in the future.

***

The next day DC had been delayed from leaving school a few minutes. Melody was sitting on the low wall in front of the school. As he approached she hopped to her feet and began to walk home. She turned to look back and nodded her head to the side inviting him to join her.

Her profile was beautiful. Her straight hair was pushed behind her ears. DC noticed she had applied dark eyeliner and burgundy lipstick while she had waited. The makeup had not been there in class. She was dressed in all black. She had a tight ribbed sweater and black stretch jeans with knee high boots.

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This is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and guilty).

Back in my college days I lived in a house(NOT a frat house) that had anywhere from seven to ten coed students living there every semester. In an effort to get caught up on credits I decided to go to a session of summer school, and the house only had five people staying there at the time, three guys and two girls.

One of the girls was Kathy, a very cute girl working on post-graduate classes who was a few years older than me. I would’ve been interested in her except for one thing—one of the other guys in the house, a good friend, really had the hots for her. I spent a lot of time counseling him on how to get her to go out with him, so the thought of me pursuing her was not an option.

Unfortunately, after a month of valiant pursuit it was pretty clear that my friend had no chance. I had become good friends with Kathy, and she made it pretty clear that she just wasn’t interested in the guy. From time to time I even felt like she was interested in me, but I fought off the urge to pursue anything.

Anyway, as fate would have it, Kathy and I ended up alone together at the house for a weekend. Actually, I was going to be alone, but then at the last minute she changed her plans—in retrospect, I might’ve expected something was up.

So Friday afternoon comes along, and Kathy and I are shooting pool at the house pool table. I had become a pretty solid pool player over the years, and Kathy had not played much, so I was putting a pretty good beating on her. I can’t remember exactly how it got started, but at some point we started joking about playing strip pool, where if you lose a game you lose an article of clothing, to be removed later. The whole time we were playing, it was just a big joke, and we were laughing and having a great time with it.

The funniest part was that I suddenly could not win a game. I’d run half the table and then scratch on the eight ball, or Kathy would come up with some crazy shot to win a game. When she won the first game I promised I’d take off my shirt later—thinking I would clearly win it back—and then I’d go double or nothing. Four or five unlucky games later, I had bet away all my clothes. I’ll have to admit that at some point I started to get warm to the idea that I would be getting naked in front of Kathy. The exhibitionist in me was starting to not mind losing. At some Escort Sincan point during my losing streak I had decided that I might just make it more than just a joke …

So we get through the final double or nothing game—I think I scratched, on purpose—and we’re having a good laugh about how she’s won all my clothes, and I tell her I guess its time for me to pay up.

At this point, I’m fairly sure she was still joking about the whole thing, but when I suggest that we do the pay-ups in my bedroom, she was still laughing, but starting to wonder how far I’d go. At that point, I wasn’t sure myself.

We walked into my room, laughing and joking, and I closed the door behind her and had her sit in a chair. By the time I had taken off my socks and shoes, you could feel the atmosphere change, from good-natured fun to nervous anticipation.

How far is he going to go, was what she was thinking; how far would she let me go, was what I was thinking.

We laughed and joked a little at this point, though I noticed her blushing, but she was still talking the talk, so I took it to the next level by removing my shirt, leaving me standing there in my shorts.

By this time in the summer I had a really good tan, and I could feel her eyes checking out my body even while she laughed and blushed again. Suddenly the whole scene had developed an erotic undertow, and even though she was trying to play it off with a laugh it was clear that there was more to it now than a joke.

After a while parading around in my shorts, I popped open the one and only button and partially pulled the zipper open, exposing my underwear underneath. By this time my college-aged cock was harder than granite, and she could probably make out the outline, all of which made it more erotic for me.

Kathy was still laughing and blushing, thoroughly enjoying herself but at the same time still wondering when I would stop. She said something to the effect that she didn’t expect me to get all the way naked, that this was close enough. But the way she said it indicated to me that she was up for going all the way with it too. I reassured her that I was a man of my word, and I always paid all of my debts in full.

And then the shorts hit the floor, leaving me stretching the seams on my underwear, both of us blushing and laughing and not sure what to say. After another pass at negotiating an end to the debt—it was Sincan Escort a lot like we were playing chicken, to see who would blink first—I wrapped a towel around my midsection and pulled the underwear off. I was naked, but still covered. At this point, I guess I had technically lived up to my debt, but we were both having too much fun to stop now.

NOW comes the part where I you can verify that this is a true story, because some things you just can’t make up. I’m laying back on the bed, the towel loosely wrapped around me, and I’m toying with the idea of how to remove it, and Kathy is nervously watching me and laughing that she can’t believe we are doing this, and the phone rings.

And for some unknown reason, Kathy picks it up. AND ITS HER FRIGGING MOM!

Of course, she’s trying not to laugh, trying to hold her composure, talking to her mom about various assundries while this half-naked guy is stretched out on the bed not five feet away. The conversation goes on for ten minutes, but I don’t really mind because I am really enjoy being on exhibit, and the break is also allowing me to relax a bit.

So when she finally hangs up the phone and after we share another great laugh about her conversation with her mom, I give her the line that I have worked up. If she wants to get her debt paid off, she was going to have to pull back the towel herself.

While I sensed that she was ready to go for it, she started getting coy on me and refused to take the active role. So we did the dance, hemming and hawing, laughing and joking, until I finally convinced her to join me on the bed, though she kept her feet on the floor and her hands in her lap. We sat like that for a while, bantering, collecting our nerve, until finally I took her hand in mine and laid it on the far edge of the towel covering me. My mouth was watering with anticipation.

I asked her if she was ready, and she smiled and rolled her eyes, and said I’m ready if you are, and then together we pulled back the towel to showcase yours truly in the complete. My cock was fully at attention and watching her look at me was a full turn-on. We stayed on the bed like that for twenty minutes, her fully clothed and me naked, paying my pool debts, before she said she had somewhere to go.

Thinking quickly, I suggested that she help me get dressed again, and she agreed. With me standing and her still sitting on the bed, she slowly Sincan Escort Bayan pulled up my underwear until it was back in position. This would’ve been enough, but after she had pulled them up she took her hands and smoothly ran them over the front of the underwear, caressing my aching cock underneath. We had stopped laughing and joking by now, it had moved on to the next level. It was all I could do to keep my inexperienced tool from unloading in my shorts, but it felt so good I talked her into putting my underwear back on three more times. Each time, there was a bit more of a caress, a bit more lingering, and the final time she did it her face came within inches of brushing my cock, both before and after the underwear, and I came within inches of losing control.

Then she backed off, realizing that one more time and she would be unable to stop. The mood lightened again and then she was gone, leaving me with a hard on that took an hour to soften.

I guess its critical to mention again that one of the reasons I wasn’t more aggressive is that I felt bad about going behind my friend’s back, even though he wasn’t even dating her. That night, I went out with some guys and we knocked back more than a few beers, and I decided I couldn’t let anything like that happen again. If I ended up going out with her it would be like selling out a friend.

So I drag home about one o’clock in the morning, stumble in to my bedroom and hit the sack. I’m laying there recounting the earlier events of the day, and in walks Kathy. She walks over and sits on the bed and doesn’t even say a word. Her hand finds my torso and she begins to lightly rub from side to side, moving slowly lower, until she has pushed back the covers and her hand finds my hardened cock. Before I can even think, she drops her head down and starts giving me the most unbelievable blow job I’d ever had. For some reason I expected Kathy was a bit inexperienced, but I was wrong. She had the softest mouth and a tongue that knew just where to go, and best of all, I could tell she was really, really into it. She had spent the rest of the day after she left thinking about what it would have been like, and now she was making up for lost time. She was even softly moaning as she worked up and down, and in practically no time I had erupted a career-load, and she swallowed every bit.

After that night we had several liaisons, though I resisted being open or getting too serious because of the friend situation. Kathy taught me a great deal about oral sex, especially how a woman likes it, and we had some great times.

But the one I remember the most is the game of strip pool, and how much fun I had paying off my debt.

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It’s amazing the way time marches onward. You wake up in one reality, looking outside a window and wish for green grass you see on the other side, moist with the dew of a new morning. Before the end of the day, you find yourself walking out the door, looking back at that window into your former world, with the brown grass tickling your ankles, and the thunderheads forming. Indeed, time marched in regular time. I found myself grimy to the heels, stacking boxes of records into the back of a U-Haul truck. It was thanksgiving eve, and my turkey was waiting for me in the promised land. A place, known to most, as the “city beautiful”.

I don’t know what sparks the urge of wanderlust in me. I had been fighting those urges for the greater part of the past 2 years. I was young, green, and square. I had been around the world and back already, and still didn’t know too much about it. Even still, you couldn’t tell me that. I’m the great daydreamer, chasing those fancy thoughts until the day I stumble in my run and end up in the cold dead earth. For me, the beginning of everything wonderful was in that Orlando toy box, with the large buildings looking like the playthings of some wayward giant’s toddler.

I was still dreaming about the great times ahead when a small grey Hyundai pulled up in the driveway. I saw the car door open, and the skinny legs that disappeared into a short skirt swiveled out to meet the pavement. She was obviously trying to maintain her composure, now wanting to appear too rattled by the sight she saw, but yet wanting to sprint to me and demand I undo the labor of the past 4 hours and load everything back into the house. I never claim to be psychic; I cant read minds, be it a bitch or a billionaire. My thoughts, however, are always crystal clear, and the coin was tossed in my head at that very moment: heads and someone was getting smacked down, tails and someone was getting a chewing out on top of a cold pimp’s hand.

She got to me before the coin hit the marble tiles in the palace of my mind. “Sekay, what are you doing? You’re not really going through with this are you? Why are you leaving everything here, everything you and Mike and everybody had worked so hard to build?”

What exactly had we built? We were like common street ballers with hoop dreams for the NBA. We were no different then any other group of friends in any other small town across the world, dreaming of something bigger then themselves. Unfortunately, the NBA doesn’t have a team in Pensacola. Was I the only person who saw that? I couldn’t be the only joker in this town to realize that, If you’re going work a track, then you’ve got to go where the greyhounds play?

The open hatch of the U-Haul truck faced the eastern bushes on the edge of the Oaktree’s grounds. You couldn’t see into the cargo area from either the street or the house. Mike was away at mama duke’s; Otto was inside, probably shirtless and rubbing the hairs on his oversized gut while watching Seinfeld reruns from that cursed la-z-boy that didn’t match a damn thing in the rest of the house décor.

I wasn’t mad at her; I wasn’t really mad at anything, not even Otto, who had directly had an influence on the way I had increased the rate of my departure. I couldn’t match words to my voice to answer any of her questions. I didn’t even want to look into her eyes. I stood there and stared at that flake of lipstick on her front tooth. By this time I was wondering If that flake was permanent. She climbed into the back of the truck, never missing a beat as she pleaded with me over subjects Escort Bayan that seemed to be a part of that room I was standing in only yesterday, with my eyes on the grass. She confessed that she believed that she had made a terrible mistake. She believed that Oats wasn’t proactive enough in his approach on life to match her outlook. She felt that she had lost me by her own hand, and that fact was ripping her to shreds.

I didn’t realize it at first, when my hands went out to her arms and grabbed her roughly. I was looking out of that window again, at myself as I pulled her close to me and began to kiss her. She didn’t put up any kind of fight; maybe this unfolding event was the point of her entire visit here. She hadn’t called, came out to party, or even visited the Oaktree in the past 2 months. I figured that her and oatmeal were probably happily married, maybe with a little crème pie baby on the way. Honestly, who cares? The kiss was the same as I remembered in the bathroom that one day, only this time I didn’t want to kill her. I didn’t really want to kiss her either; perhaps this was my way of getting revenge.

She gyrated her body on mine and started to gasp a little bit as my hands, which had still been holding her arms, started to wander over her pale back and small bottom. Her shirt was a size too big; the spaghetti straps fell down around her upper arms, where I could still see the pale impressions that my fingers had left in her skin. She wasn’t wearing any sort of support to think of. Her small breasts were starting to make their way out of her shirt as well. I still didn’t know if I was dreaming. To take it a step further, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue dreaming if it was the case.

“Sekay, you don’t have to leave, do you? Why don’t you stay here with all of us. I can be a part of your future”

The words were empty. At this point the base male being in me just took over, and the events that followed were more a part of natural male instinct then actual premeditated consent. The saying goes that you cannot rape the willing. My body had betrayed me. I played with the elastic around my waistband and started giving her eyes. When she pulled away from our kiss, I reached into my pants and grabbed the other head. It looked like I was just adjusting. I thought I was just adjusting. She grabbed my hand as I was pulling away from my pants. She slowly made her way to her knees and pulled my pants down to about mid thigh, kissing my semi erect cock and then sucking on it. There’s no such thing as bad head; I figured, why the hell not.

Worse things had happened before in that past life. I had done things with the girlfriends of my homeboys before. I had even been caught once, behind some buildings across the street from the club we all used to go to hang out at. In those young and wild days, I just charged it to the game. You get hurt some, and you hurt some in return. There’s no two ways about it, maybe that was just life in Pensacola. I don’t pretend to be noble, however those final days found me dreaming and wondering if life would be different in a different world. Regardless, it’s hard to dream about the future when you have a girl servicing your cock with some major deep throat in the present.

Major it was. She was on me like a freckle. I’ve always been a fan of the mega suction, suck-me-inside-out blowjob, and maybe she picked that vibe up off me. I was two small clicks shy of pain, and I couldn’t have been in more pleasure for the moment. All caution was thrown to the wind, as she Eryaman Escort wantonly lusted over my manhood in a position where, anyone passing the side of the truck could look in and grab a dirty eyeful. She started to play around with my nuts, and that’s about the point I realized that this situation was about to go all the way.

Gasping, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. I got a little mean spirited and smacked her in the face with it. “You see what you’ve been missing? You could have had great sex all these months, instead you decided to chase the weed. How high do you feel now?” The only reply she could make was a muffled apology as she went for another mouthful of Dominican sausage. I wasn’t having any of that anymore. Maybe it was destiny to grind her right there in the truck. My dresser was right next to us. I opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom.

She saw the Trojan in my hand and her eyes took a faraway look in them. She removed her panties from under her skirt and moved back in the truck to sit back on a long tray of vinyl LPs. The look in her eyes said fuck me as she left her legs open just enough for me to see her shaved pussy up her skirt. I did the hobble walk over to her as graciously as I could, lewdly stabbing the air with my member as I cracked open the foil wrapper with my teeth. She giggled and called me stupid. Maybe I was. I rolled the jimmy down all the way, grabbed a leg in each hand and pulled them skyward. With her back in my futon, her legs at her eye level had her pretty much doubled over. She reached around and guided my dick towards the spot. In one full thrust I was balls deep in her pussy, and I knew I was in definitely.

She grunted a little bit at the way I pretty much just broke her open without so much as a tease. I’m not cut from her cloth; I don’t tease anybody. I pulled my dick out to the head and slammed it back in again. That one threw her head back and I saw the look of lust on her face. She was going to that place girls go to when they’re about to get fucked and are submitting themselves fully to the experience. She opened her eyes and looked deep into mine, daring me with the furrow in her eyebrows.

That was that. I went to town, starting at first with long hard strokes and then slowly picked up the pace. She kept her hands down and close to each other rubbing on my stomach, the straps of her dress had ridden low enough that she was pretty much halfway out of her little top. Her nipples were fully out in the open and looked hard enough to chip glass with. About 2 minutes into this fucking I knew I was thoroughly beating up her box as the moans started to come from her. They were something of a series of sighs blended up with a handful of whimpers to make a nice thick lust smoothie. I wanted nothing less then a bruised cervix for all the pain she had caused me and I had tried to dismiss on the outside. The slapping sound was amplified by the walls of the box truck as I crushed guts for all I was worth. I felt her start to tighten up, and then her pussy started spasms all around me. All of a sudden it was even easier to lay the pipe; It was like any resistance she had prior has just disappeared in the milky white froth that was collecting at the base of my dick. I didn’t give a flying fuck if mike pulled into the driveway. If he looked out of his driver side window he would have seen some live-action porn and probably would have crashed into the garage. Hey, that’s life too.

When my legs started to cramp up I pulled all the way out, making her pussy go pop Ankara Escort as I grabbed her hips and spun her around on that record bin. Another long stroke and I was back into her from behind. I didn’t let up any as I went back to fucking her pussy like a certified porn star. She asked me to let up a little because her face kept mashing into that futon mattress in front of her. Ask me if I cared, and be ready to laugh. All I did was try to fuck her even harder. Another few seconds of dick-down and she gave it up, turning her head to the side and basically trying to thrust back on me to shorten the distance I was going to make my balls slap. With that extra motion on her part it wasn’t long before she came again.

“Do you love this?”

“Yeah”

“Do you love this?”

“Oh god, yes…”

“WHAT?”

“Yes Sekay, please fuck me more!”

You know how the dirty talk does it. I slapped her ass as hard as I could and she yelped at the sudden pain. I looked down, saw a spreading redness around a palm print, and was very happy with myself. I took my thumb and started to circle her puckered anus that kept winking at me. At first she tried to deny me, but ended up giving that up too as the thumb disappeared down to the second knuckle. She obviously wasn’t a stranger to anal sex; I had hardly given it pressure. I asked her if she was a dirty slut that loved to take it in the ass. She claimed she wasn’t at first. After another minute of fish-hooking her bum, she sang a different tune when her third orgasm hit her. Anal sex wasn’t on the menu as my balls tightened up and I busted a fat nut right into the condom. I pulled out and yanked the condom off. The last few ropes stringed across her back in glazed ribbons.

She looked back at me and smiled. I was tired and I wanted a nap. I wanted some food too. I’m just a typical male. Things weren’t that awkward as we collected ourselves. I grabbed the thong and put it in my pocket in front of her face. At first she wanted to know what I thought I was doing. A quick kiss shushed her and made her blush some more. If you’ve ever seen a blush on flushed skin then you know what I mean.

“Does this mean that you’re going to stay now, Sekay?” she asked me as she fixed up her shirt and pulled it down to keep the straps dug into her shoulders. I replied “Honestly, it has made me reconsider. I’ll think about it for a few more days. How about I give you a call in the morning, maybe we can grab some lunch.” She cooed and agreed to that. I watched her drive off. As she turned the corner, Mike’s Cherokee came into view. I saw him flash an evil eye at her as she sped off.

“What was she doing here?” Mike asked me as he climbed out of his truck with handfuls of plastic bags. I walked over to help him, and shrugged him off as I grabbed more bags. “Oh nothing, she just came by to pick up some earrings” I lied as we walked into the house.

…

I left town at 2AM that morning. Somewhere around Tallahassee, near the time-zone line the sun started to come up. The warmth was welcome on my face after 4 hours of solitude and a silent cabin. I reached across the bench seat to grab my CD book and my smokes, and I felt the lace against my hand. I grabbed those panties, still with a slight moistness to them after the events that had transpired 12 hours ago. With my hand up on the dash I stared at them for a few seconds, and contemplated my life. Where was I going? What was I doing on this open road? Everything I own was in the back of this truck; the rest of my life was still ahead, an open book filled with empty pages. At that moment I didn’t think I would so much as see her ever again. Good riddance. She could never hurt me again.

As I crossed the line into the Eastern Standard, I rolled down the window and threw them out.

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