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“Every class, she just sits there-looking as if she’s doing me a favor by being here.”

Truth is she was doing him a big favor. He loved to watch her saunter into class, never on time but always at the right moment. Not only did she walk in late to every class, she relished the attention it gave her. She never sat in the back so as to blend in with the folks who are already there-no! She took her time and walked slowly down the aisle’s staircase and surveyed each row to make sure all eyes were on her-and indeed they were. She was a striking young woman. Her skin was mocha brown with that twinge of gold that gave her such a beautiful, natural glow. Her legs went on for miles and her hips were round but not overt. She had a strong, athletic build, and she walked with the grace of a seasoned dancer. Her breasts were full and buoyant while her smile and beautifully sculpted face and lips made most deem her as attractive. But the eyes had it. Her eyes were dark and intense, as if they could spin the many tales of Scheherazade and more. And when she found her place- usually in the front- she sat down slowly into the chair, pointing her toes and lifting her knees slightly before she crossed her legs. And she always wore skirts or dresses. She knew that her legs were beautiful-and she loved to show them off. It was never scandalous, though. The garments usually came to her knees or just a bit above or below- but it was enough to add to that mystery she loved to create. When she sat down and crossed her legs, just a bit of fleshy thigh would peek out. Oh how he had loved watching and waiting for its return each class!

But this time, she caught his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. He looked away, embarrassed but she just smiled. Today she was wearing a tighter-than-usual black mini skirt with wedge sandals and a yellow tank top.

He continued to preach and profess about business marketing tactics, answering the occasional question or two, while noticing that she seemed completely uninterested in a thing he was saying. Every now and again she would look up, give a soft smile or yawn, but most of the time, she was writing. But she wasn’t taking notes. He wondered what she was writing so fervently about that it had her constant attention every time she was in his class, but he just could not get close enough to her to find out without creaming in his pants. This girl had an amazing effect on him and he wanted to know more, but the rules forbade him to do much more than offer a tutorial. So that’s what he decided to do.

“Alright, guys. Class dismissed.”

She gathered her things slowly, obviously not in a rush. She seemed like the type to drink everything in- whether it’s a drunken fight or a baby being born. Her intensity seemed to spill onto the Earth as she blessed whatever she gazed upon with her presence. But he had to stop her.

“Excuse me? Can I speak with you a moment?”

She looked confused at his question, but happily obliged and sat back in her seat as he stood in front of her. He had never been this close before. He smelled her intoxicating scent of musk, tuberose and apples. He looked down at her and their eyes met. “I notice that when you come to class, you are always late-“

“Does it bother you?”

“No, it’s not that. You come in late and you sit in the front and you never look interested in what I’m saying. And you’re always writing. But I can tell that you’re not taking notes-just writing.”

“So what do you want to know?”

He looked at her wondering which question he should ask next. Should he ask her if she thought he was interesting? If the class was interesting? Or should he ask what could Kartal escort be a personal question, of what she was writing? He went for it.

“What are you writing about in that book of yours?”

She smirked then said, “That’s personal.” He kicked himself for prying, but soon he was glad he had. “But it concerns you. So would you like to find out?” She intrigued him to no end and she knew it. She picked up the notebook, opened it and handed it to him.

“Thank you,” he said, meaning it.

“You are very welcome,” she said as she continued to smirk.

He began to read and soon his eyes started to light up. He finished a page, closed the book and chuckled.

“So this is what occupies your thoughts while you’re in my class?”

“Yes. If only they could come to life.” She studied his face for a reaction, but she was looking at the wrong part of his anatomy. He began to swell, as he fidgeted and tried to make it less obvious. Once she realized what he was doing, she stood up, leaning into him.

“So, will you allow my words to come to life?”

He knew he couldn’t say no to this amazing creature, but how could he really say yes? He was, after all, her professor-tenured, no less. His thoughts raced in his mind as he desperately tried to find the words and the actions to move but then she kissed him. He had to kiss her back. Her lips were so soft and pliable as she readily accepted his tongue to mingle with her own. She moaned as she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his body as he held her in his arms. She tasted good, but he wanted more. He broke their passionate kiss to speak.

“We can’t do this, not here anyway. Let’s go to my office.”

She said nothing. She just picked up her things, grabbed her book from the desk and led the way. She knew where his office was because it was right across the hall from the department chair’s office. He was a longtime friend of the family and knew her parents well. Once before the door, she quickly scanned the area to see if the chair was in his office, but the lights were off and the door closed. The coast seemed to be clear. He unlocked the door and turned on the light as he let her into his lair. She had never been inside his office, but it looked just as she imagined it to be- filled with big giant books, pictures and plaques on the wall and some forest for good measure. She noticed he had a big and hard wooden chair to sit in instead of the issued leather-backed chairs.

“What’s with the old school chair, Rich?”

He was stunned. She spoke his name with the all-knowing ease of an ex-girlfriend.

“It’s better for my back.”

“Well,” she mused, “you’ll let me know if I hurt you, right?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her gall and unabashedness. “Maybe.”

After making sure the door was locked and the blinds drawn, he walked towards her, hand out. But she turned away and walked towards his desk and sat on it.

“Here. I want you to fuck me here.”

He met her seat as he took her face into his hand and began to kiss her, once again, passionately. He inhaled deeply as she pulled him into her frame, feeling her nipples harden against his chest. He paused for a moment to search her eyes one last time for any shreds of apprehension, but found none. She smiled slyly, knowing full well what he was doing, as she had seen this look before. She pushed him away slightly as she turned her back to him.

“I’m really enjoying your class, you know. I’ve learned a lot- as you can tell from my grades.” She placed her hands square flat on the desk and bent over slightly while lifting her skirt to reveal her bare ass. Rich gasped at the Kurtköy Escort sight as she was becoming everything he imagined right before his very eyes. Looking slightly over her shoulder she said, “But I think I could’ve done much better on the last quiz. In fact I know I could have, but I was distracted as you were wearing your casual Friday skinny jeans with an awesome dick print to match.”

He knew those pants well as he often wore them out for drinks with friends. Rich was your now average, thirty something urban hipster- tall, bearded, and man-bun rocking. Sometimes he wore the compulsory dark frame glasses instead of his contacts to complete the look that waffled between skinny jeans and fitted Banana Republic chinos. Most would say he was an all-American type, replete with blue-green eyes and a killer smile to match his sharp wit. As much as he tried to not get aroused by her, he just couldn’t help it. He remembered the day as well, since she wore a flippy little white skirt, which beautifully contrasted with her milk-chocolatey skin he wished to devour.

She licked her lips and continued, “It was your fault really, but I’m the one who should be punished.”

Rich quickly scanned the room for a paddle like object and settled upon the yardstick he had in the corner. Rich then walked around to the front of the desk and broke the yardstick over his knee for effect. Never breaking gaze, Rich walked back around the desk and stood at her side.

“So Nathalia, you knew I was turned on by you?” She was silent and he continued, “You knew I was turned on by you, you wore that little white skirt, sat in the front row, and repeatedly crossed and uncrossed your legs in front of me, huh?” She remained silent. He screamed, “Answer me!” as he thwacked her cheeks with the stick.

Nathalia remained silent as he smacked her bare ass again, this time twice, as she trembled and murmured,”yes”.

He leaned over and whispered while cupping her ear, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Maybe I need to repeat myself…” as he whacked her again with the stick four times.

“Yes professor!” she screamed.

“That’s more like it,” he said as he placed the stick on the floor and unbuttoned his pants. “Turn around,” he ordered, as Nathalia did so. “Down on your knees…and you better suck it good or else.” Nathalia assumed the position and began licking his balls and shaft tenderly when she was interrupted. “It’s not a newborn baby- it’s a cock! Suck it right!” He was forceful and stern- so different from his classroom persona- and he could see she was getting turned on. Nathalia’s nipples hardened as he reached down to pinch them through her top. She began sucking his shaft down while squeezing his balls between her fingers. As the saliva built in her mouth, she let it drizzle down his shaft while swallowing him almost whole. Rich’s cock was pink, veiny, and thick- just the way she liked them! Nathalia looked up at Rich to catch him smiling as he moaned with pleasure. Rich coordinated her movements by pumping in and out of her glorious hole while yanking her thick and curly hair. She continued to tease the head with her tonsils as his thrusts became more insistent. Nathalia began to gag as she spit on his rod to ease its way further down her throat. Nathalia got a little lower on her knees- into an almost crouching position- to help his dick reach maximum depth down her accommodating throat. Feeling her uvula tickling, he stopped thrusting for a moment to enjoy this wonderful sensation from this exquisite girl. Nathalia stuck her tongue out as far as she could until he finally released her from his grips.

“Verrrry good- you Maltepe Escort catch on quickly in all arenas, huh? Well let’s see if that cunt is as sweet as I had hoped.” He patted the desk, motioning for her to have a seat upon it. Nathalia climbed up as Rich pulled off her skirt and panties. Before tossing them aside, Rich inhaled deeply as he smelled the crotch of her navy blue lacy bikini, which made Nathalia giggle. “Do you find something funny?” he sternly implored.

“No, Professor,” she replied as she straightened up.

“I think you do. Well we’ll see how much you’ll be laughing when I refuse to let you cum…”

“Oh please, no!” she begged. “I want you to make me cum so badly! Please make me cum, Professor!”

“I’ll think about it.”

Rich finally disrobed completely, casting his button-down away and onto the floor with her things. Rich then pulled around his big wooden chair to make himself more comfortable between her luscious legs. He placed each one slowly over his shoulders as he stared for a few moments at its wondrous sight. Nathalia had a nice trim up top with her lips bare and ready for suckling. He insisted she lay back as he delved into her clamshell tongue blazing. Nathalia let out a sharp and guttural moan as he immediately hit the right button, releasing his long strawberry blonde hair from its man bun. Rich shook it out as she playfully tugged at his beard, before returning to her temple of yearning. He teased her as he flitted his tongue across her clit while suckling her lips, driving her wild. She caressed his back with her soles as he thrust his tongue into her waiting chamber. Her thighs began to clench as she bucked her hips into his face. She pulled his hair as he finally clamped down on her clit, sending her body into spasms. He could feel her wetness in his beard as he secretly hoped her scent would linger there for days, right under his nose. She smelled like the languid waters of the ocean right after the rain on a summer’s beach. He wanted to continue his meal but as her breaths grew more shallow and sparse, he knew she was about to cum. But he couldn’t let that happen so easily, now could he?

“Please, don’t stop,” she said, thrusting her hips further into him. She tried to grip him with her thighs, but they were weak and trembling now. She was just where he wanted her. So Rich abruptly stood up and shoved his still throbbing member deep into her cavern, causing her to scream out-“Yes God! Oh fuck me Professor!”

Rich knew he wanted to feel all of her- G-spot, cervix, hell, her guts! So he positioned her with hips slightly tilted up and ankles at his ears to get the maximum depth. She welcomed this as she grasped the edge of the desk with all her might while he ravaged her pussy with his thick member. Nathalia could barely hold on as he was hitting all the right places and knew she was going to explode.

“I want you to fucking cum…and I’m going to cum inside you my little tease!”

“Oh fuck yes, Professor! Fucking jizz inside me you fucking beast!”

His pace hastened as she let go of the desk and wrapped her legs even tighter around his neck. Rich slapped her ass and thighs as their movements became synced for that magical moment of bliss. He could feel her walls clenching as she screamed out, “Oh my fucking God, I’m fucking coming all over your dick, Professor!”

Which of course helped him turn the corner as he halted all movements and spasmed inside her hot, juicy tunnel without words. He could do nothing but collapse into her embrace, as they lay on his desk, he still inside her, completely spent. Nathalia ran her fingers through his hair as her chest heaved up and down with his. With her legs still wrapped around his shoulders, she whispered into his ear:

“So did I pass?”

“Just barely- you may need a few more sessions but as always, I’m here to help,” he said with a wink.

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I walk into the crowded bar with some friends of mine. Almost immediately I see you in the corner playing pool. At first all I see is your nice ass in a snug pair of jeans bending over the table to make a corner pocket shot. The way that you handle the stick makes me wonder how you would handle your cock if I was the hole that you were aiming for.

Faintly I hear my name being called and then a tug on my arm…I had been caught daydreaming, just standing there staring at a complete stranger’s ass. I turn and follow my friends deeper into the bar to find a table.

The three of us are sitting at a table, talking about our college days and all the trouble that we got into. The bartender brings over some drinks that we did not order and points to a group of guys waving to us.

“These are from them,” he says and walks away.

My breath catches in my throat as I see you stride my way. I cannot help but undress you with my eyes as you get closer. By the time that you actually reach me, you are down to your boxer. You and your friends chat us up a bit and then before I know it we Ümraniye Escort are left alone and our friends are out on the dance floor.

I have never been a shy person but suddenly I am very bashful around you. Maybe it is because I feel that I have already seen you almost naked in my mind. You reach across the table and grab my hand. I look up at you. You stand up and come sit next to me, very very close to me.

Leaning over you whisper, “does my ass look good in these jeans?”

Before I can stop myself, I place my hand on your inner thigh and start caressing. I nod, working my hand towards your crotch.

I grab your hand and place it on my inner thigh and tell you to match my movements. You do, perfectly. I grown increasingly more aroused and wet. My nipples go hard and you venture farther up my skirt. You find my soaking panties and I blush. You bit your lower lip and from that gesture I know I shouldnt be ashamed that im dripping wet. When did my hand start stroking you cock through your jeans? I can”t remember. It feels as if we are the only two people İstanbul Escort in the room.

You curl your middle finger around the edge of my panties and slip your pointer finger in. I gush on your hand, I cant help myself. Just the single motion of your finger sliding into me makes me want to cum. You feel the heat baking off my pussy. I close my eyes and grab harder at your extremely erect cock through your jeans.

I cannot contain myself. I tell you that if you dont stop fingering my pussy im going to cum. You smile and speed up. Is that the response I was hoping for by saying something? I bite down on my lower lip and try not to cry out. I shutter from the explosion in my pussy. I dont want to open my eyes, knowing that I have made a mess on your hand. I can feel you looking at me. I open my eyes and you are licking your fingers. There is no denying it…I want to fuck you….NOW!!!

I take your hand and lead you to the womens restroom, open the door, check to make sure it is empty, pull you in, and lock the door behind you.

By the time I turn around Anadolu Yakası Escort your cock is already out, throbbing wet and waiting to be buried deep inside me. I walk over to the sink and start to hike up my skirt. Before i have the change to start to take down my panties, you spin me around to face the wall, tear off my thong, throw it aside, and ram your cock balls deep into me!

You slam my pussy, hard! I brace myself with my hands against the wall, taking the delicious impact of your cock. I want to cum again and you know it. You reach around and start playing with my tits. I cant hold back and I cry out in passion. As im nearing the end of my orgasm I feel your cock harden and your balls tighten up on my ass. You cum with such force you drive me almost flat against the wall.

When you pull out of me I can feel your hot cum running down my legs. I can barely stand, my legs feel like Jell-o. You look at me and smile, tuck your cock back into your pants, pick up my thong, smell it, kiss me on the cheek, unlock the door, and walk out, leaving me dripping wet and trying to compose myself.

After I cleaned up a bit and made myself presentable, I walk out of the bathroom and go to try to find my friends out on the dance floor and have a great rest of my night knowing that somewhere you are smelling my soaked panties and getting hard over it.

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This story begins where Chapter 9 left off. If you haven’t read the previous 9 chapters you might be lost. Also, you wouldn’t know about how we used giant robots to defeat the aliens. So you might want to read them. Or not, its your call.

In the comments before Chapter 9 I mentioned that some had written about the word “Descending” in the title. I didn’t answer that, as it is more appropriate to answer it here. I got the idea to include it from the DuChamp painting “Nude Descending a Staircase” which I love. It occurred to me that the events at the end of this chapter made me feel as though I was falling down the stairs emotionally, and hence the reference. That it is not a story of “Descending into deviance” by the standards on this site was unknown when I picked the title though and I apologize for any confusion it may have caused. Basically, I just like the word and the imagery.

I apologize again to regular readers and the kind folks that have been commenting and writing critiques to me for the delay in getting this chapter out. Life is busy right now, and in addition chapter 9 and this one are somewhat painful for me to write. I hope you understand.

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Brent, my foster brother for two years, boyfriend for three months, and fiance for a week, had asked me to dress “kinda sexy” for when we took him to school. He assured me his fraternity brothers would be there to help so I wouldn’t have to carry anything, although I would still drive my pickup, a Ram 1500, to haul his things as only myself and my foster father Ron could drive a straight of the family. As it was August, and quite hot, I was able to wear a fairly flimsy dress that came to just below mid thigh, and some cute little boots (not the ones I used to kick Danny’s face in, a different pair. I could never get the blood stains out of those. If you don’t know about me kicking Danny’s face in, you really need to read the other chapters first. He deserved it.) The dress barely covered the top of my thigh high nude stockings, which I had over the course of the summer become addicted to wearing as Brent loved them and I felt incredibly sexy when I did. Other than the garter belt holding the hosiery up and a cute little white thong, I had a matching white push up that made the most of my C cups. The dress was a lemon yellow that worked well with my long auburn hair and green eyes, and as I looked myself over in the mirror I thought I looked pretty darn good. The boots had spike heels on them which made my long legs look even longer, and the dress was low cut just enough to show a hint of cleavage without being overly slutty. I sprayed, curled and teased the shit out of my hair to give it more body, and applied make up as Allison and the sales ladies at the mall had taught me; just enough to accent what looked great about me, hide anything that didn’t, and without being caked on so as to look look like a whore. When I did it right, it looked like I wasn’t really wearing any, and that day I had, I’m pretty sure, done it right.

We had our last lunch for a while as a couple at home with Ron and Allison, and then we were off. I went to our room to get my purse and keys. While there, Brent came in to thank me for dressing sexy for him, and expressed great approval at my look through a long kiss and running his hands all over me sensually until Allison called from down stairs to tell us it was time to go. For a guy that claimed he loved me best when my hair was in a pony tail, had no make up and was wearing sweats, he seemed particularly aroused by my appearance.

“I wish we could be together just one more time.” he said.

“Me too, but I would have to shower, change, redo my hair and put all this shit on my face again.” I giggled.

“Totally worth it.” he smiled as he released his tight embrace and gently held my waist as my hands still hung around the back of his neck.

“I’m going to miss you.” I told him, a tear rising in my eyes.

“Its just ’til Tuesday,” he smiled, then added “I wish we were at the same school though, I’m going to miss you too.”

“What is keeping you two?” Allison asked as she knocked on my, well now days, our, door.

“Just saying our good byes!” I said, smiling at Brent.

“Brent, let that girl up! You’re going to see her Tuesday!” She laughed.

“Okay we’ll be down in a sec,” I replied, then added with a laugh, “as soon as we find our cloths!”

Ron drove his Lexus as he and Allison planned to shop after dropping Brent off, and Brent took his Accord so he would have it at school, while Allison and I rode in the truck with all of Brent’s boxes in the back. This gave Allison and I a chance to chat more, and I reassured her I had no doubts about my upcoming nuptials. It wasn’t irritating in the least to have Allison ask me if I was really sure, as I knew she and Ron both just wanted what was best for Brent and I, and that they were quite happy we were to wed as well. Allison’s questions were just another way Ümraniye Escort for her to say “I love you” and made me feel a warm love for my foster mother and, since they had been able to adopt Brent, my soon to be mother in law.

“So let’s talk about something else.” Allison finally said, now assured that for at least the time being I was quite happy being engaged and set to marry her son.

“Sure, what shall we talk about?” I asked.

“Well, I thought maybe we should talk about the birds and bees a little.” she smiled.

“Ummm, I think I’ve got that covered.” I laughed.

“Oh, I’m sure you have the basics down pretty well now, but there are some things you might not expect.” she said with a slight smile.

“Like what?” I asked, and now truly wondered what she was talking about.

“Well, its just that we all have certain desires, and we choose our mates somewhat based on those. Now, I don’t mean to discount love, love is the most important reason, but there is compatibility too, and sometimes you find out that you might not be 100% compatible with someone you love.”

“Oh, we’re pretty compatible. Brent’s emotionally dumb sometimes, but we want the same things out of life.” I replied.

“No, I mean… well, Brent may want somethings that might not be to your pleasing or taste.”

Now I was truly confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what would you say your best attribute is?” she asked.

“Ummm, I guess my personality.” I answered honestly.

“Well, yes, that’s true. But I meant physically. If a guy you didn’t know saw you on the street, what would you think he would find most attractive about you?”

I thought about this, trying to figure out where Allison was going but was still at a loss. “I don’t know, I’m tall. Brent says he likes my hair and my eyes.”

“Granted you are quite beautiful Jessie, and your hair and eyes certainly have their admirers I’m sure, but what else? I’ll give you a hint, you picked your engagement photo based partly on it.”

I thought about this and recalled joking that in one of the two shots I said I picked it was because my legs, ass and boobs looked fantastic, which they did, but I was basically kidding when I said it, I’m not that vain. Then I recalled Brent telling me about all the guys he knew loving my ass…

“My butt?” I asked.

“Your butt. Exactly.”

“So,” I said, still trying to figure out where this was going, “ummm, what about my butt?”

“Well, I just worry that Brent may want to try somethings, you know, in the bedroom, that..”

“Ohhhh!” I said, interrupting Allison as I finally understood, “No worries, we…, well we have an understanding where that is concerned.”

“You have an understanding?” Allison asked, it now being her time to be confused.

“This is embarrassing,” I finally admitted after a long silence, and I could feel myself blushing. Its not every day one’s foster mother wants to talk to you about your fiancee having potential expectations of butt sex.

“You can always come to me to talk about anything Jessie, if you want to talk about something else we can, I’m just worried that, well, you’re young and haven’t been involved with a lot. I’m not saying you’re naive, but, well, inexperienced, especially when it comes to some of the things a husband might expect.”

Allison and I had always been open and talked about everything, she had gotten me a birth control prescription when I first moved in two years before even though I was a virgin and didn’t have intercourse until earlier this summer with Brent. She and I had talked openly and frankly about sex several times, but just the basic biology as well as love and desire. We had never talked about freaky things in the suburban bedroom. Still, it was clear she was worried that I might divorce Brent the moment he went to the back door, and I owed her peace of mind I guessed.

“Okay, I don’t want you to worry about us. So, let me tell yo… wait, first tell me, has this been an issue for you? I mean, I don’t want to know what you guys do, but I mean, if its a touchy subject,” I babbled.

“Well, early on we had some issues, but I was raised to believe that a wife should do what she can to make her husband happy.” she sheepishly replied.

“So Dr Ron’s an ass man!” I giggled.

“Don’t you dare tell him I said that! I didn’t say that!” Allison said vehemently, but without anger in her voice.

“Its okay, its our little secret.” I smiled, but it was clear I had embarrassed my foster mother.

We rode in silence for a minute or so, and it was clear that Allison had no words to break the quiet. Finally I confessed “Brent is too.”

“What? He’s already tried to…”

“Oh, we did more than try!” I grinned as I interrupted her.

“Well, I guess you didn’t need this talk after all.” Allison smiled.

“No, but I’m glad we are, because now I know I can truly talk to you about anything.” I replied.

“So, does he want to do that İstanbul Escort all the time?”

“Geez, getting kinda personal aren’t we? Are we talking as mother and daughter or sisters here?” I laughed.

Allison thought for a moment and laughed “Sisters. I would never tell my mother something like that!”

“Well sis,” I giggled “No, thankfully he doesn’t. I mean, it’s okay, but you know… uncomfortable? But he does other stuff back there that’s great.”

“Uncomfortable? Tell me about it! At first it hurt like hell! But, Ron is worth it. He doesn’t try that often either. Its more of a thing to spice his drive up every now and then.”

“Yeah, same with Brent. I don’t think I could do it back there very often. The first time I decided to try it I took half a day getting ready.” I giggled.

“Wait, what does he do that’s great? Back there I mean.” Allison asked.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Well… Brent is, ummm, very oral in his affections. Lets just leave it at that.”

“Oh my gosh Jessie, you made him kiss your butt?” she said laughing.

“No, I didn’t make him!” I declared, “He did it all on his own, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you know my dirty little secret.”

“The first night we were together, he, well, he calls it eating me, I knew they did that in porno and stuff, but I didn’t think it happened in real life. Anyway, I was all worked up, and then he turned me over and started do the same thing back there, and I was like… Wheeeee! So that has become something we do a lot more.”

“Ewwww, you do that to him?”

“Oh no, that would be gross. It would make me vomit.” I didn’t tell her that the one time I tried it, or sucking ass juice off his cock, I became so repugnant to myself I asked him to leave so I could loath myself privately, “But he’s into it on me, and its the surest way he’s found to turn me on. So,,, well, don’t think bad of him! Please, if he knew I was telling you this…”

“Don’t worry about it. That’s your next lesson in being a good wife, we don’t tell them everything!” she said as we both cackled with laughter.

“There are some other things. You never know what a guy might fantasize about. They can get really weird and still be great guys.” Allison said once we stopped laughing.

“Like?”

“Well, they are almost all visual where women are more in touch with all our senses, and our hearts. So a man might look at other women, and even lust for them, but that doesn’t mean they will cheat. They may have a fantasy about watching you with someone else, but that doesn’t mean that you should. It can get weird, but let your heart and your brain guide your actions and you will be fine. And I’m never more than a phone call away.” She said.

“You mean like Brent asked me to dress sexy today so he could show me off? And geez, what the fuck is Ron into? He seems so normal.” I asked.

“Never mind that, we have to keep somethings private. And don’t say fuck so much, Brent wants a nice girl, not a gutter tramp. I just want you to know if you are ever troubled by anything like that you can always call me. Just don’t call Ron. He might get worked up hearing about it.”

“Dr. Ron is a perv. Who would of thought it?” I giggled.

“Oh, Ron’s not a perv. Well not too much of one anyway. But he can make things interesting sometimes!” Allison smiled.

We talked about more mundane things the rest of the trip, and soon were pulling up in front of the fraternity house. Brent and Ron were already there and directed me in backing up to the front porch. I slipped the truck into high 4 and backed it into the yard and up the sidewalk until the rear gate was right at the back porch. Several guys were standing around gawking as I deftly backed up the truck, so it looked like Brent was right, I wouldn’t have to carry any thing.

I opened the door and slide out as daintily as one can from a 4×4 pick up, and Brent was there to embrace me and give me a kiss welcoming me to this part of his world, and a porch full of his frat brothers mentally undressed me, which, given how I had dressed wasn’t much of a surprise and didn’t require much imagination either I suppose. Men can be so predictable, and it felt nice that each of them was envious of my Brent.

“Let me introduce you to the guys.” he said with as big of a smile as I had ever seen on him.

“Nope, we’ve got work to do” Allison interrupted, as she dropped the tail gate, then looked at Brent and added “and wipe that shit eating grin off your face.”

I almost choked at Allison’s words, but Brent didn’t notice and dutifully grabbed a box. “Well, come in and let me show you the place.” he smiled at me.

As we got to the porch, Brent said “Hey guys, this is Jessie, my fiance.”

His fellow fraternity members chided him, saying things like I was too pretty for him, and asking me if I could ever marry a guy as ugly as him. “Oh sure,” I replied and held up my ring for all to see “Its official.”

“Wait Anadolu Yakası Escort a second, I remember seeing your picture last year in his dorm. He told me you were his sister.”one guy said.

“I’m that too, that’s the great thing about living in the south.” I smirked. “So, are you guys going to help Brent unload the truck?” I sweetly asked as I took the box from Brent and handed it to the one that had seen my picture the year before. The other guys started grabbing boxes and I asked Brent “So, show me this room?” I locked my arm around his and he escorted me in.

“That’s a handy trick, I’ll have to remember that one” Brent whispered referring to all the guys jumping up to help.

“I don’t think it would work as well for you.” I grinned.

The frat house was a dump and smelled of cigarettes and stale beer. This was not unexpected, but the house was otherwise clean I suppose. The furniture was old and worn, and badly mismatched. It was clear that it had been furnished by generations of guys on budgets with little taste and less interest in matching decor over the years. Brent’s room was upstairs, and the walk up gave his fraternity brothers a good look at my long legs, and probably the top of the hosiery I was wearing. It had two beds. It was then that I realized he would still have a room mate. Damn it.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Its a dump. And filthy.” Allison answered for me.

“Well, we’re going to clean it up!” Brent replied.

“Its okay,” I said, then added, “I didn’t realize you would have a room mate.”

“Oh, I won’t be here that much, and if you ever want to be alone Brent will let me know.” said the guy I had handed the first box. After he set it down, he turned and extended his hand. “I’m Steve by the way. Brent didn’t want us to know each others names apparently.”

“Pleased to meet you Steve.” I replied and shook his hand.

“And I’m Carolyn.” said a voice behind me,

“Hey honey,” Steve said as they embraced. “Jessie, this is my girlfriend, Carolyn, this is Brent’s fiance Jessie.”

“Brent! You got engaged? When did this happen? I thought you were all about that girl back home you always talk about!” Carolyn exclaimed as she hugged him.

“I was. I mean, I am. I finally took your advice and told her. And, well, we’re getting married in December.” Brent said.

“Wait, you put him up to telling me his feelings and stuff?” I gasped as I asked Carolyn as the box moving crew continued in and out and she released her arms from my fiance.

“Yeah, he used to go out with us and reject every girl that ever approached him, he said he loved some girl back home he couldn’t talk about. So I asked him last spring before classes got over if he had talked to her about how he felt and he said ‘derrrrp not exactly.'” Carolyn said, gently mocking Brent’s demeanor. “So I made him promise he would tell this girl. And I guess he finally did!”

I knew nothing of this story. I stared at her with my jaw almost to the floor at this revelation. I stood there for a moment while everyone was trying to figure out if I was angry, or upset, or what, as though this revelation would somehow reduce the sincerity of Brent’s affections I suppose, then I wrapped my arms around Carolyn, saying “Thank you, thank you so much.” I was almost crying as we released from our embrace.

“You’re welcome!” Carolyn replied, her eyes bright with glee. “Why don’t we let the guys unpack and I’ll show you around campus? Brent, can Jessie take your car?”

“If the boxes are all out, we can take my truck.” I offered.

“You drive that truck? How cool is that?” she exclaimed.

“Allison, Ron, do you mind?” I asked.

“No no!” Ron replied, “Go find out what Brent did up here all last year. And be sure and tell us the good parts!”

“Hey now! Don’t be telling stories on me!” Brent exclaimed.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it!” Carolyn replied with a wicked grin.

We jumped in the truck, giving several guys probably a pretty good view of my legs, as well as Carolyn’s as she was wearing running shorts and a tank top that barely covered anything but were well suited to the late August heat in the south, and took off. I liked that the guys were staring, and I loved that Brent had wanted to show me off. But what made me happiest was meeting Carolyn. She was quite pretty, much shorter than me and had shoulder length brunette hair. She a great figure, toned I suspected, and when later asked she confirmed, from running. She showed me around campus as we drove, as well as some of the local sites in the small college town, all the while chatting up a storm about what a great guy Brent was and how much she looked forward to me moving up in the spring. We finally landed at a little deli that she swore had the best iced tea, and went in to rehydrate and gossip.

“So, you really told tell Brent to tell me how he felt.” I said, more as a statement than a question.

“Yeah, he was miserable all last year. He said he had flirted with you every way he knew how, stuff that had worked on every other girl, even tried to make you jealous by dating other girls, and you just acted like it didn’t matter except for when he left for college and you kissed him. What was that all about?”

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My relationship with Brittney was a whirlwind from the moment we started dating, but I had no idea the extent of havoc that that whirlwind would wreak in just a couple short months.

Brittney wasn’t the wildest person I’d met, but she hung out in a pretty rowdy circle. We were a couple years removed from college life, but the spirit lived on in her friend group, especially with the guys.

From the stories Brittney would tell me about their escapades, they were a group that liked pranks and dares that probably went further than I’d personally be comfortable with, but she seemed like she was game for anything thrown at her and took things in stride.

I knew her friends were important to her and were around in her life for a while before I popped in, and I really wanted her to like me, so I decided to suck it up and go along with the situation. Brittney was a really kind, smart, funny woman, and I genuinely wanted the chance for things to keep progressing.

On our second date, before we’d slept together yet, she laughed relaying a recent story about the guys in the group getting into a pantsing fight, adding that she’d been pantsed by members of the group her fair share in the past.

A lot of thoughts started going through my mind. Her friends – well, I’ll be honest, her guy friends – had seen her without pants on, and I hadn’t even seen that at that point. I quickly imagined what kind of underwear she normally wore, and what she could be wearing right now. Sexy, cheeky panties? Had these guys even seen her ass in a thong?

I also wondered how far the pantsings in this battle royale had gone. Did she just see these mens’ bulges in underwear? Did she see cocks swinging around unhindered? Did she like it?!

Mind you, I knew I was projecting a bit by the end there. Still, I couldn’t say I wasn’t at least a little insecure about her being around stripped guys, even if the context was non-sexual. In the same vein, it didn’t settle my worries when she said they’d play strip games like poker or beer pong every so often.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks into dating that I began to get an idea of the makeup of this friend group, or began to be able to recognize specific names of friends. The gang was a good split of women and men, but one person stuck out to me in particular.

Brittney said something about her friend Jake and added that he had a crush on her. She said it quickly in passing, not dwelling on it either because she didn’t think it was a big deal, or didn’t want me to think it was. Still, the name seared into my mind in that instant, and every time she mentioned Jake afterward the same thoughts popped into my head.

Did Jake still want to get with her? How many of the stories she was telling me without naming names actually involved Jake? Did he care that she was dating me? I started paranoid speculation any time she mentioned anything that involved this friend group.

Brittney had hung out with them for drinks at one of their houses the next Friday night, and things had gotten a little wild. She texted me periodically through the night to tell me excitedly (and a little embarrassedly) about the night’s events.

When she told me someone had given her a wedgie, and that she wished she hadn’t been wearing a thong that night. Had it been Jake who’d done the deed? Was it an excuse to stick his hands down the back of her pants? I didn’t like the idea of this hanger-on with his hands around the straps of my girlfriend’s skimpy panties.

And later in the night, when she said she’d been dared to make out with her friend Samantha Kartal Escort – had Jake been the one to do it, because he thought it’d be hot? I didn’t really mind this, after all, a dare’s a dare, but I didn’t want a man with a crush on Brittney to be getting her to do it so he could get turned on, and to a smaller degree, I wish I’d been there to see it as well.

There was one haunting text from Brittney that really struck fear into me, though. Near the end of the night, as she was taking a cab home, she texted me to let me know that she had told her friends all about me, and they were all excited to meet me.

“The guys want to give you a hazing to welcome you to the group!”

“What kind of hazing?” I nervously texted back.

“Jake said he wants them to strip you and make you wear women’s underwear LOL.” The colour drained from my face.

“They’re joking, right?” I worriedly texted, thankful that Brittney couldn’t see the expression of fear on my face right now.

“Probably,” she responded before segueing to another topic. She talked about it so lightly, it must not have been a serious plan, right? Or was she just so used to the giving and receiving of pranks with this crew that she thought it was going to happen, but just didn’t think it would be a big deal? How could this not be a big deal?!

At least I could spend the week with the satisfying thought that it was someone else who had gotten Brittney to passionately kiss someone else, or had exposed her thong from her pants. The next weekend was another story, though.

It was Brittney’s birthday, so her friends were holding a party for her at another one of their houses. I was invited and planned to go, but had to be out of town for work. Part of me felt like I dodged a bullet by putting off meeting her guy friends a bit longer, and potentially avoiding this “hazing”.

On the other hand, I was nervous about what kind of debauchery would go on without me there, especially since Brittney would be the focus of attention on her birthday. I didn’t trust Jake, and didn’t look forward to hearing about what would go down.

Unfortunately, it went a bit further than just hearing about it. Feeling almost helpless from my hotel room in another city, I started looking through Brittney’s social media, finding her friends’ accounts and putting faces to names for the first time.

My stomach sunk a little when I got to Jake’s page. He was a bigger guy than I’d expected. I guess when running through worst-case scenarios in my head, I’d thought if the men tried to forcibly prank me in any way, I’d be able to fight them off. If Jake was going to be involved, however, I didn’t think that’d be an option any longer. It was hard to imagine a scenario where he couldn’t just easily overpower me.

As I started looking through his posts, I noticed that he had posted photos from that night. My heart started racing as I realized the subject of most of the photos was Brittney…

From what I could tell based on the captions and comments from other friends, they’d ordered pizza much earlier, and dared Brittney to answer the door in her underwear. I saw pictures of her while she was taking off her shirt and leggings. It bothered me all over again knowing that not only was Jake witnessing this, but he had permanent reminders of the occasion.

As I kept swiping through photos, I saw Brittney smiling and laughing, her bra perfectly framing her tits, tight panties clinging to her round ass while showing off most of her cheeks. There she was taking the pizzas from the delivery man. Tuzla Escort And then next… she was still in her underwear?

From the caption on the next photo, I inferred that they’d taken her clothes and hidden them. Maybe if she’d made a bigger deal about it, they would have given her the clothes back, but based on the photos, she didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t surprising to me that Brittney would just go with the flow and spend the rest of the night half naked.

Still, I was feeling some mixed emotions. Her barely-clothed body was still turning me on as I went through the pictures, but I was growing increasinly uncomfortable knowing she was just hanging around these men with her body on display.

I eventually got caught up on Jake’s posts for the night when one last one popped up – a video this time. I gulped, and pressed play. The video was clearly being filmed by someone else who was holding Jake’s phone, and I could hear voices from various friends laughing about a “birthday spanking”. Oh no.

The video turned to Jake, sitting on a chair around their kitchen table, while my Brittney walked over, still in her bra and panties, leaned over Jake’s muscular lap, perked her ass out, and nervously bit her finger.

“One for each year!” a voice clamoured. With that, Jake started slapping the bare underside of her cheeks, not so hard that it would really hurt, but enough that there was a crisp audible snap every time his large hand made contact with my girlfriend’s ass.

It was enough to leave a red mark on her bum after the first couple spanks, and as he kept going, I got the impression Brittney was involuntarily getting turned on by the ordeal. She started biting her lip around spank number ten, and on spank number nineteen I even heard her let out a subdued moan.

I watched the entire video, then rewatched it a few times, beginning to end. I hated that Jake had the power to do this in this friend group, but if this was their dynamic, who was I to march in and demand changes? I stopped myself from rewatching it any more, and tried to get it out of my mind.

A couple weeks later came the invitation I had been dreading.

“Samantha’s throwing a party this weekend, I want you to come!” Brittney chirped, excited for me to finally meet her friends without knowing how much I wanted to avoid that exact scenario. She might not even have remembered what she’d nonchalantly told me about the boys’ “hazing” plan.

I told myself there was no way they’d go that far. I was a stranger they were meeting for the first time, they probably just wanted to make a good impression, but wanted to have a little fun scaring Brittney with the idea they’d prank her new boyfriend.

But then again, Jake seemed like he still had feelings for Brittney, and with the amount of borderline-sexual pranks and dares he levied her way, he clearly still wanted to get with her. What if this was his excuse to get back at the guy who got to go out with Brittney and was sleeping with her?

I put it out of my head, but my stomach was still in knots as we headed to Samantha’s house. As we entered the house, I was greeted with a much warmer welcome than I’d expected.

Over the next hour, her friends were great to me. I began to understood why they were such a tightknit group, and why Brittney liked being a part of this. Everyone was welcoming, even Jake, although the handshake he gave me was a little stronger than the others’.

I had worried for weeks about absolutely nothing, these were normal people.

I thought that for a time, at least. Anadolu Yakası Escort After my guard had been let down sufficiently, and I was in between drinks, I heard murmurs behind me, followed by a loud “NOW!”

I was swung around before I knew what was happening to me, a few of the guys pulling me out into the main hallway. My panic set in, although I was in temporary denial that the exact scenario that had played in my head many times over the last couple weeks was going to be carried out to a tee.

In the main hallway, Jake popped into my view, and easily held me down while I tried to struggle. It was completely fruitless. He pulled my shirt off of me without breaking a sweat. This was when the panic really set in.

With Jake pinning me down, another one of the guys pulled my pants clean off, leaving me now in only my socks and a tight pair of briefs. Samantha, who had joined the fracas, then stepped in, slid her hands down my waistband, and yanked the briefs down.

Now, I’m not normally too embarrassed about my cock. It’s not exactly the smallest, even if it’s pretty below average. Having it spring out of my underwear in front of a group of near-strangers to me is another story though, and I was humiliated. The only saving grace was that I was about halfway to an erection, I guess because of the adrenaline now pumping through me.

Still, that wasn’t enough to stop Samantha from letting out a nervous “Oh my god, it’s so small, haha!” Some of the other girls in the group were now gathering around, leading to a chorus of more nervous giggling. Then, another one of the guys pushed his way forward with what I could pretty safely assume at this point was a pair of panties in his hands.

“Quick, put them on!” laughed Jake, still effortlessly overpowering me. The group that had quickly stripped me naked was now hurriedly pulling my legs through the panties and yanking them up, my cock getting tucked into them more easily than I would have liked.

I looked down at the panties: a pink thong with a girly lace trim, and began to… wait, I recognized these. This was one of Brittney’s thongs!

Samantha pulled the thong up high enough for the back strap to wedge itself between my ass cheeks, let out another “Oh my god!” and gave my butt a playful pat. Now fully dressed for the prank, Jake, still containing my struggling, pulled me up and started parading me around the house for the group.

Despite my size, my small bulge in Brittney’s thong was still very noticeable to everyone at the party, especially as it continued to harden. Not one to let any potential humiliation go to waste, Jake was sure to turn me around without giving me the chance to escape, letting the group also get a good look at my round little cheeks in my girlfriend’s thong.

I tried to take it in stride as well as I could, despite the soul-crushing embarrassment I was experiencing; after all, these friends would do these kinds of things to each other, and it must be coming from a place of love most of the time. Jake’s intense hazing could be good-natured, even if he also wanted to totally emasculate me in Brittney’s eyes.

But my mind still tried to wrap itself around one thing: how had the group gotten a pair of Brittney’s panties? We came from her place, and others weren’t there. Wait – had Brittney brought the panties herself for this prank? Had she known this was actually going to happen, decided to help Jake humiliate me, and to top it all off, chosen maybe the girliest thong she owned for the deed?!

I looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with the guys and girls as much as possible, but saw Brittney for the first time in the last couple minutes, and our eyes locked. She had her hands over her mouth to cover a guilty smile, but the look on her face said it all.

She lowered her hands, and stifling laughter, mouthed “Sorry!”

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The Gray Day part 1
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford

The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets of that day. The gray that fades tonight. The stars that, fade in the day. The hopes that fade away. Are all the same. But passion can burn the gray away.

I had decided to walk the mall on Saturday since the weather outside was something out of a horror story. It had been snowing for about a week straight, and most business where closed and there was no work for me for at least another week. The mall was one of the few places that were still open, and it had a café house in it that the poetry crowd kept open. The mall was just down the street from my townhouse and my since of adventure wouldn’t let me stay indoors. The gray sky thick with snowflakes and the air crisp having been cleaned by the snow falling so heavy was full of possibility.

I struggle through the snow mounds. The snow as low as 2 feet in some places and as thick as 4 where the snow plows had been was crunching under my feet. The quite is absolute and the knowledge that I’m the only person on my street out in this mess is refreshing. I was suffering from cabin fever and with spike at grandmas with about four doggy sweaters on; I really didn’t have anything to do. The air blowing past lifts away my thoughts, and I concentrate on not falling down and getting kind of excited by my little adventure.

As I approach the mall like expected it looks abandon except for the café shop that is half full with local writers and hanger on’s. I walk in and most people look up. The little shop doubles as a web café’ with wireless Internet for those who bring there on lab tops and 6 computer stations for those who don’t. People look up and smile and go back to what there doing. Some are getting ready for the poetry slam that starts at 6:00 that night. I find a place near the front in the corner and pull my pen and pad out from my backpack and turn towards the window. Feeling frost bitten I wave the waitress over and ordered a hot tea and biscotti.

The snow was falling heavy and visibility like the sun was falling. The quietness of the out side seen mimicked my attitude and my surroundings. The writing was floating in my head as the jazz and spoken word was flowing forth over the crowd. Time slides away when you write, and night found me still in the café. The computers had been put up and table lamps brought out, and the house lights dampened. A woman stepped to the stage and began her rhyme with, “The man I see in front of me, who is longing to be seen, the man in front me of me is more then just a king. The man that is in front of me, I’ve never met, but I can see myself as his wife, his, bitch, and his what ever else.” The woman swayed Kartal Escort back and forth and continued her chant. She had to be at least in her late 30’s and was the vision of a mature woman. Her eyes spoke of a life lived and longed for. But they weren’t the yellow of a smoker or a drinker, her eyes where just sad. Dovan lived in here eyes as she continued her poem about the man she wanted to meet.

It was full of pain in its middle, and the end described how even though she had been hurt, she was ready to love again. She stepped back from the microphone and the café was inflamed with the applause and finger snapping of its patriots. I put my head down as she stepped off the stage. I wrote a description of her down to use in a story later. And kept writing and longing to talk to her. My thoughts came quickly and I pinned them to the paper.

The nudge of the table jarred me from my thoughts. The woman I had mentally memorized stood there in her blue jeans and black boots, wearing a shear pink poncho top over her white sleeveless tee. Her waist was a 12 and her perky breast were at least a c borderline d. She stood there looking into my eyes with a child like mystery about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and the look on her face made it evident that what she wanted was Dovan. I had dated older women before, hell in fact I enjoyed older women, because they normally played less games and new what they wanted out of life and a man. Is this seat taken? And are you taken? She asked.

With the confidence that let me know that she thought it was. Yea have a seat. I responded. I have a confession I like to tell you. She said. First things first what’s your name lady? Dovan said She was not a small woman but she wasn’t a bbw either she was thick and healthy and looked like she exercised. My name, you want to know my name. It’s Rhonda, Rhonda Johnson. Rhonda said speaking with ease like she was use to the ebb and flow of good conversation and was truly comfortable in the skin she was in. To answer your question Mrs. Rhonda Johnson, I’m single and very much looking. Dovan said, flirting casually with Rhonda.

You got one thing wrong with that comment. Rhonda said. What’s that lady? Dovan said. I’m not a Mrs. But a Ms., but I let that slide. Since you are flirting with me. Does that mean you don’t mind are age difference Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan asked in a somewhat awkward tone. Well be honest with me lady how old are you? I’m 37 Dovan. Said Rhonda. Looking a little sheepish. Well I’m 24 and as long as you don’t have a problem and respect me for the hard working man who, although I haven’t had as long as you have to accumulate life experience has still been through many things. Said Dovan.

Well sir you handle yourself with plenty of maturity and you respect every woman I’ve seen you with. Said Rhonda. So how long have you been watching me and checking me out Rhonda? Said Dovan leaning in and whispering. Rhonda leaning in Pendik Escort to Dovan replied. Oh I was watching you for quite some time, and I been asking around about you a lot surprise no one has told you that I was interested in you. Dovan smiled and placed his hand on hers, feeling the warmth and a light sheen of sweat on her hand.

Tell me this Rhonda, did you hear and see good things, and what kind of things did you learn about me? Hmmmmmm I don’t know if I should tip my hand completely like that, but I throw you a bone, and let you know that I know all about the Samyia thing, and all about your business downtown. I also know about the private strip shoes that your company provides the bouncers for, along with information about what kind of car you drive and that you have a twin and your favorite color is Green.

Anything else Dovan asked. Since you asked most people think you’re a sweet guy who needs a good woman and plenty of work to keep you busy. Your not considered a nerd but plenty people agree you got an old soul. Rhonda spit out with a huff. Dovan just back a little more stun by every comment out of this beautiful woman’s mouth. She had really done her homework on him. So I take it that since you know me this well you plan to have me, either sooner or later, I’m going to be yours right? Said Dovan playing the detective trying to catch up.

Yea I do so is it ok if I call you, I already have your number but I want to make sure its not a problem for me to call you. Said Rhonda. Go head I think we should do a lot more communication. Said Dovan. Rhonda rising to her feet responded then expect a call tomorrow, I’ve got to go now but I make sure I call you so we can make arrangements for are new relationship. She walked away and like waking up from a dream Dovan shuck off his stupor and realized that the woman had been serious, the rest of his night was a blur, and when he finally walked home he felt lighter then he had in a very long time.

Ring……. Ring……… Hello, said Dovan Waking from a nap in his chair. Spike lying in his lap looking at him with slight agitation from having been moved. Hey Dovan this is Rhonda you think be ok if I came over. Said Rhonda. IT had been about two month and Dovan had seen Rhonda twice and each time he had been left wanting more of her. She spoke to him when they where together like he was her mate.

They hadn’t done anything yet but it was in the air. The poetry was flowing between them and had everyone that saw them jealous from the heat they made when in each other’s presence. His quite manner fitted perfectly with her Laid back manner. The Conversation where growing deeper and more sensual in everyway. She was working herself into his heart and it was becoming a need not a want, for her to be in his life.

Yea lady you can come over me and Spike could use the company. Said Dovan. Is it ok if I bring some cloths with me and use your washer and dryer? Asked Rhonda. I don’t Göztepe Escort mind but you need to bring some washing powder with you, because I am out. Said Dovan. I’ll see you in about 15 min Dovan. Said Rhonda. Dovan got up and put some water on for tea and gave Spike a morning treat. Spike did his morning stretches and proceeded to go lay on the heating vent and warm himself.

With the water on and Spike entertained for the time being, Dovan went and brushed his teeth and splashed on some curve. He had Rhonda over for dinner a few nights ago and the place was still clean so he went to check the dryer and washer to make sure he didn’t have any cloths in there and made his tea. The knock on his front door had Spike barking sounding like a dog 3 times his size. I moved Spike out of the way with my leg and opened the door for Rhonda.

Reaching out I took her basket and hurried Spike away from the freedom that was outside the door. Rhonda came in with another basket and closed the door, shutting Spike off once again from his dream of marking his territory. Rhonda knew where my washer and dryer where and went right to work on her cloths I sat down and finished what I had started writing that morning. Walking in and flopping down on the floor between my legs Rhonda put her hand on my journal and asked with a keen interest. What are you writing now smart guy?

My eyes moisten I stared at her and for the first time let my walls down completely. I’m writing about how you make me feel, and I am happy to let you read it. Her eyes where both serious and sad at the same time. She stood up and turned from me. My heart was on the ground and she was going to step on it if she didn’t say something. Rhonda turned around and looked at me. I want to read it, just as soon as you finish Dovan.

She sat down on the couch and studied my face. I bent to my work and redoubled my efforts in my heart felt exercise. Feeling everything pouring out of my pen. I finished and handed it to her. She began reading it the second both hands touch the paper, her heart hungry for my words. Me sitting there rereading my own words in my head.

*

The Gray Day part 2
A poem by
Keith Douglas Alford

The Gray day hid what was there; it hid what was dormant in my heart. The pain that was the scars of untold loves, the feeling of yearning that clung to me like stank. The gray day has passed me by, its been burned to sunder by loves bright star. The pin pricks of light that was in the dark just got a thousand miles closer and is no longer just a dot. I’ve transcended from where I was and found happiness in your eyes. I’ve finished longing over what’s not there, and seen joy where you are. I know in my heart of hearts I’m the man who should have never been apart, from the woman that sits in front of me, Who has healed my heart, and caused me to turn away from the dark and stand stark naked in the eyes of god. No more shame, no more pain just loves.

She put the poem down and was off the couch and into Dovan’s arms. Rhonda’s tears mixing with mine as we slid to the floor. No words would come but slowly we loosen are embrace. Locking eyes and sharing are souls with a timeless stare that incased untold thousands of words. I kissed her.

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As this is my first submission, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself to set the stage. At the time of writing, I’m 27 years old, tall, in good shape, white, and pretty much always horny. The point of me writing is to really explore, through writing, my sexual history. Until now I have experimented with lots of things, men and women, online relationships, dominance, submissive, oral, anal, vaginal, older, younger, and more I’m sure that I’ll try and bring out in the stories. The first story, or first few stories will date back to when I was 18, out of high school. Also, my name’s Sam. We’ll see how it goes!

The beginning:

I was a virgin all through high school, including oral, and though I had made out with girls and ‘fingerbanged’ them as we used to say, nothing ever went further than that. I stuck to girls back then, though I was definitely curious about guys at that time as well.

The summer after HS graduation was fun – before we all left for college, just hanging out, going to parties, drinking, smoking, doing all the things an 18 year old guy would do. One party, in the middle of the hot summer, I finally had sex (with a chick). I lasted all of about 1 minute. I felt really bad (though I had expected this) and went down on her. I remember clearly thinking, ‘holy shit, I love this!’ I loved how it tasted, I loved her moans, I loved the fact that I was actually giving her pleasure. A few minutes in, I was hard again. Put another condom on, and fucked her. This time I lasted a little longer, though not much :(. Anyway, that was the first. Nothing else happened that summer, with her or anyone else. In August, it was time to head off to university. Leaving home was tough, but I was excited. I knew it was going to be a fun experience, and sex was on my mind – lord knows i’d watched enough Girls Gone Wild to have a vivid imagination with regard to hot college chicks.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have as much luck as I’d hoped in the first part of school, but I did make an important discovery. In getting to know my roommates, one of them randomly mentioned craigslist as a place to get some cheap furniture, and joked about the casual encounters section. Believe it or not, I had not heard of this, despite having spend countless hours on the internet, my hard dick in hand. this was a real revelation.

I would browse CL when my roommates were out, in all of the personal ad categories. The most activity tended (and still is) on the m4m side of things. That was exciting. I had always been curious, but had never acted on it. I started communicating with a few guys, all older, all looking for ‘College freshman’ or ‘College aged guys’. I guess school being back in session was a signal that young, open minded college guys were in town. It was true then and it’s true now – I now use the ‘college school year is starting’ to turn the tables and have fun with younger guys (but that’s a later story).

Anyway, I started communicating with a few guys, and a few stuck with me through long email chains. Bostancı Escort I had never done anything with a guy, so those wanting to meet up right away were out. I ended up sharing pics of myself with these guys, no face pics, always just of my dick, ass, body, etc. They’d send me pics too, which I’d jack off to. One guy really struck me as a good one – his name was Mark. He relayed the story of his first gay experience – freshman in college, older, local guy brought him into the fold. He told me he’d like to ‘pay it forward’ and help me gain experience. I ended up jerking off with him on cam a couple times, which was wildly fun. The thought of another guy jerking off to me , cumming at the same time, albeit digitally, was awesome.

After a few weeks of back and forth and numerous cam jackoff sessions, I ended up biting the bullet and agreed to meet up with him. He lived close to campus, easy walking distance from my dorm, in a condo complex. I was familiar enough with the area, and felt safe enough. It was a Friday night – all done with classes for the week. It was still not quite fall, and at 7 PM it was still light out. I was really nervous – I took a few shots of cheap (cheap) vodka (all the rage back then) to calm my nerves, which did help, and walked over. I texted him when I got there. he came to his door, which was on the second floor of his section of the complex, and waved down at me standing in the parking lot. I took a deep breath and climbed up to him.

While the details of *exactly* what was said are fuzzy ~9 years later, here’s how it went:

Mark said, in a cheery voice, “Hey man, what’s up?” He had a Heineken in his hand and gestured it toward me, “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” I said, voice slightly cracking with nervousness, “that would be cool.”

I crossed the threshold of his door, walking behind him as he made his way to the small galley style kitchen to grab my beer. His place was clean, with a nice living room complete with a black leather L shaped couch facing a media center with a big flat screen TV. Directly back from the front door and through the living room was a sliding glass door leading to a small patio overlooking the interior of the complex and the community pool.

I of course had seen mark on cam, but he was a good looking guy in person, too. He said he was 45, but he looked younger, maybe 35. He was wearing dark blue jeans that weren’t tight, but fit well enough to show off his toned legs and slim waist. He was about 6’2, and likely about 180 lbs – in great shape. He was wearing a white patterned dress shirt, tucked in, like he’d just come from the office on casual Friday.

He popped the cap on the beer and handed it over to me. I immediately took a sip.

“How’s school going?” He asked as he led me into the living room. He sat down and I followed suit, sitting a couple feet away from him on the couch.

“It’s going good, but glad the weekend is here, some of my classes are pretty tough.”

We chatted about Ümraniye Escort this and that for a few minutes, my confidence growing with each sip of beer and each minute of talking with Mark. He was easy to talk to, asking questions, and just being really ‘normal.’

After a few minutes he got up and grabbed two beers out of the fridge.

“Plying me with booze?” I asked, sarcastically. Mark smiled and handed me a bottle.

“You don’t have to drink it, I just like to relax with a few beers at the end of a long week.”

“I was just kidding!” I said, smiling.

Before he sat down, he went over to the sliding door and closed the shade – it had already gotten dark, and he switched some lights on around the living room.

“So, let’s talk business.” Mark said, sitting back down on the couch. “It’s been fun talking to you these past few weeks. Our little webcam sessions have been fun.”

My heart started beating a little harder. “Yeah, they’ve been good – it’s fun to see you cum, you have a nice dick.”

“Thanks,” Mark said, “I like it too”. He was smiling and chuckling a little bit. “Want to see it in real life?” he asked, setting his beer on the side table and starting to undo his belt.

“Sure,” I said, my heart beating pretty hard at this point, but my dick also starting to come to attention in my jeans.

“You know what?” Mark stopped undoing his button down fly jeans, “why don’t you come give me a hand.

I scooted closer to him, my hands trembling as I reached toward his crotch. I had some trouble getting the first button, and he said calmly, “Chill man, take a deep breath! This isn’t like a final exam…” So I did just that which helped steady my hand. I got the buttons down and spread open his jeans. I untucked his shirt and pushed it up out of the way, revealing some simple black cotton boxer briefs. I had already seen his 7 inch dick on cam, and it looked like it was about half staff under the fabric. I touched it, cupping it in my hand and felt it jump.

I started to try and take his briefs down to unleash his cock, but the jeans and all were too much in the way. I grabbed his jeans with both hands at his hips and tugged them down, coming off the couch and on my knees to get his pants all the way off. The outline of his hard dick was clearly evident now, and I couldn’t wait to get the briefs off. I started to get up and back on the couch, but Mark said, ” Why don’t you just stay there?”

I smiled and stayed, then grabbed the elastic waist of the briefs and pulled them down, gently releasing his now very hard 7 inch dick, with shaved balls and neatly trimmed pubes. “It looks better in person” I said with a smile, pulling his briefs down to his ankles.

I was thinking to myself, ‘wow, this is actually happening… I think i’m going to suck a dick for the first time!’ My dick was hard in my pants as I was on my knees in front of a half naked man, about to get my first taste of cock.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Mark Kartal Escort asked, picking his beer up off the table and taking a sip.

“I’m going to suck it” I said, eyes focused on his pretty cock.

This is when my hours of watching internet porn helped. I imagined myself as one of those little sluts on camera, teasing the man by rubbing my hands up and down his thighs, every now and then brushing his dick, getting my face closer to his dick. It smelled musty, like he’d been sitting, working all day. I liked the smell – I liked it better than the smell of pussy.

I took my time, licked the inner part of his thighs, tasting his salty sweat, close to his balls and past his shaft. One side, then the other. I knew he was watching me, taking sips of his beer, and I was excited.

Finally, my tongue touched his sack and slowly worked my way up his shaft, reaching the tip. At that point he let out the slightest breath and I knew I was on the right track. It’s not that difficult, after all, right?

I took the head of his dick in my mouth. His pre cum tasted amazing and I moaned “mmmmmmm” as I swirled my tongue around, not really knowing what to do but knowing that I loved this feeling. I think I came in my pants at that point. I started bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of the now throbbing dick in my mouth as I could, which in reality was only about three of his 7 inches.

I bobbed up and down for a while then he put his hand lightly on the back of my head. he didn’t push, but the weight of his hand on my head told me he was in control. He started thrusting upward ever so slightly, grunting a little bit ever other thrust. After a couple minutes of this, my mouth was getting a little tired, and i’d slobbered a good deal around his crotch. I took my mouth off and took a big breath, using a hand to wipe saliva away from my chin.

“Don’t stop man, i’m so close” Mark said, sounding a little out of breath.

I went back down and he continued thrusting, a little harder, and pushing a little harder with his hand. His pace quickened, and that combined with my head bobbing was turning this into a fairly rough affair, though not painful at all. He put both hands on my head and I felt his dick swell slightly, his body tense up. I had never experienced this before, but I know my way around a male orgasm and knew what was coming.

“Ohhh, im coming, fuck yeah… fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Mark moaned, a second later blasting my mouth with a weeks worth of cum and pent up stress. The feeling was unlike anything I’d experienced. A hot stream of cum erupting in my mouth, two hands on my head making sure I didn’t release my lips’ grip on his cock head.

The load was so big it started leaking out of the sides of my mouth, down my chin and his shaft. He released his hands and I pulled my mouth off his dick, keeping as much of the cum in my mouth as a could. I looked up at him, seeing his dick twitching in post orgasm ecstasy.

“Let me see,” he said, indicating he wanted to see his cum in my mouth. I tilted my head up and opened my mouth, and saw him smile and say “You wanna swallow it?”

Without hesitation I closed my mouth and gulped it down, opening my mouth again to prove I’d swallowed my first load of cum.

To be continued…

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I cuddled into Alan on the sofa that evening. He had made me go topless as soon as we got home. He spent some time tormenting my big tits like he loves to do.

“Are you worried about your mum?”

“She’ll be OK. Barry will look after her,” I said pulling down his zip.

I caressed his cock in my hand. He did his usual trick of pretending not to be interested, even though he was rock hard! I didn’t mind, this was all part of the game we had played for the last 3 ½ years.

“Can we go to bed darling?” I cooed as I kissed his ear softly.

“Not yet, you have some entertaining to do. Now, go and change into everything on the bed.”

He could see by my face I wasn’t too keen. He told me to put my white top back on. An hour later I could feel my tits jiggle as I went to answer the door. I stopped and looked at my reflection. My nipples could plainly be seen through my thin white blouse. I opened the door and was grabbed and spun round. A hand went over my mouth as my eyes opened wide with fright!

“Not a sound bitch or I’ll fucking kill you!”

I struggled but I was easily over powered. I was pulled out into the dark night, and quickly tossed into the back of a van. The door was slammed shut by a second man as the first held me tight. I heard the tyres screech on the drive, and I looked out of the back window to see the front door disappearing into the distance. I began to fear the worst as the streetlights outside soon became few and far between. The man just held his hand over my mouth and never spoke once. The van soon went off onto a country road, and there out the window, the glow of London’s lights looked miles away. The van turned off the road and I could feel all the bumps along a country track. My mind raced with thoughts of my last days. What did they intend doing with me? Would I ever see my beautiful home again? The van drove straight into a barn, hitting something up front before we stopped. I was dragged out into the night and a door was kicked open. The man flung me on a bed in a small room with no windows, and just a bare light bulb. Before I could say anything the door slammed shut and a key was used on the other side. I sat on the bed and tears began to flow. Whoever these men were, they had a plan and seemed to be well organised. I don’t know how long it was before the door burst open making me jump out of my skin.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I begged with a quavering voice.

“That depends on your daddy bitch. If he pays up then you go home. If not then you still go home, only on different days, one piece at a time!”

“Please he’ll pay, don’t hurt me,” I sobbed.

He raised his hand.

“Stop fucking crying!” he snapped.

“OK,” I hastily said as I cowered.

I watched his eyes drop to the hem of my short skirt. I tugged it down covering the control tops of my mink coloured tights. He grabbed my ankle and pulled it up into the air. I grabbed the side of the bed. I watched his leering eyes look up my short pleated grey schoolgirl’s skirt. The man I was supposed to be entertaining at home wanted me dressed that way. The skirt was only 7 inches from the waist to the hem. In any circumstances I would have a hard job keeping my fanny covered. But my kidnapper had lifted my leg high off the bed, and he was staring straight at the crotch of my tights, or the shaved pussy that was on show underneath! I felt him slip my black stiletto court shoe with a 6 inch heel, back onto my foot. It had come off during the struggle in the back of the van. He dragged me easily to my feet.

10 minutes later I was secured to a hard kitchen chair. He gazed down at my thighs. I knew the control tops of my pantyhose could plainly be seen. I bowed my head as he stood over me. I saw the seam at the crotch of my pantyhose, peaking out from the hem of my skirt. A blinding flash made me blink and the noise from the camera spewing out the instant picture cut through the silence. He dropped it on the floor and we both watched it develop. I froze with terror as his index finger went up my skirt. He ran it slowly a long the underside of the hem. I could hear his breathing close to my ear. I waited for him to grab at my cunt.

“NO!” I screamed.

Much to my surprise he flicked up the hem of my skirt. My shaved fanny under my mink tights was now exposed to him, and his accomplice.

“Hey she’s not wearing panties, and she’s fucking shaved dude. God look at those fanny lips.” the other man said.

I closed my eyes in shame and deep humiliation. They had forced my legs down the outside of the chair, and sakarya escort then tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair. The result being I couldn’t close my legs.

“Does your daddy know your cunt is shaved?”

“He’s my uncle, I, I live with him,” I sobbed.

They both grinned as my tears fell. The first man knelt down and positioned the camera level with my pussy. He took another photo from only a foot away. I couldn’t stop my sobbing.

“Oh don’t worry princess; you just better hope we send the other one too!”

“Hey dude do you reckon uncle shags her?”

I screwed my eyes up.

I jumped as the first man lifted my head up. I was shaking uncontrollably, my mouth hung open as he glanced over to his mate then back at me.

“Is that right darling, does your uncle give you his cock to suck?” he said with a grin.

“Bet he shaves her man, and then fucks her in front of his wife.”

I heard him laugh excitedly.

“Yeah look at that cunt gaping open. Christ her fucking clit sticks out!” he said with a grin.

The other man moved forward. They both knelt down staring straight between my legs from no more than 2 feet away!

“Why don’t we do her as well man? Come on you went inside, her uncle put you there! That’s what this is all about man. Come on dude I bet she goes like a rabbit!”

“I don’t know, all we want is the money, doing her that’ll complicate things,” the first man said.

“Christ man she’s not wearing a bra! Look how big and juicy they are!” he gasped excitedly.

“No we stick to the plan, I’ll take him the photos you watch her,” he said.

“Oh yeah dude, I can sit here and watch that fanny all night!”

I watch his eyes leave mine and drop to my cunt. I closed my eyes in disgust at his blatant leer.

“Don’t touch her!” the first man snapped gripping the other mans throat.

I watched them lock eyes. Then the first man shoved the other back.

“Hey, I’m cool, I’m cool,” he said rubbing his neck.

The first man walked away and took a look back at his accomplice then left.

“So you let your uncle do you?”

I sat there shaking as he walked behind me.

I felt his hands on my shoulders. I jumped and tried in vain to shrug him off. He moaned lustfully and his hands slipped into my blouse.

“Don’t!” I sobbed as he mauled roughly at my tits.

“Answer me then,” he said licking my neck.

I nodded frantically, hoping he would stop.

“Hey princess you ever had black dick?” he moaned still groping my breasts.

I nodded only slower.

“Yes, once,” I whispered praying I was saying the right thing.

I heard his heavy shoes move on the floorboards, and there he stood with a gigantic hard on! He grabbed my hair and pushed his thick, black, cock, in my mouth. I gagged as his enormous head made me choke. He pulled off as we heard the van come back. The door burst open and there stood the first man. His face was full of rage.

“Well dude?”

“He won’t pay. He said she’s more trouble than she’s worth!”

“NO!” I screamed.

“Get her in the bedroom. Let’s have some fun!”

I was cut loose and dragged upstairs. They both stood watching as I was made to strip everything off for them. I sobbed quietly as they pushed me onto the bed. The white man went first. He pushed himself into me. I cried out as he began fucking me.

“Please don’t kill me,” I cried softly into his ear.

“Your uncle doesn’t want you. But maybe you could live a little longer if you became our whore. How does that sound bitch?”

I screwed my eyes tight, and I nodded.

“Good girl the right option,” he snarled then dragged his tongue over my face.

He began stroking harder and faster. I just hoped I could cope long enough to find a way to escape. He shot his load grunting and hissing in my ear. He told me I belonged to him, and I was going to have to do everything he said.

“I will,” I sobbed in defeat.

I screamed with pain as the black man shoved hard into me. I had never had a cock that big inside of me before, apart from Clive. My fanny stretched to new limits. He was as rough as the other man, who was now watching my body being abused again. I felt lips on my neck as I tried my best to cope with the pain between my legs. The lips began sucking hard on my soft skin. I knew the love bite would last for days. He grunted and groaned. He hadn’t been fucking me very long, but I was sure that in the near future, he would take his time to maximise my humiliation. samsun escort When he pulled out I felt something being pushed into my poor cunt. It wasn’t a cock, it was too soft. I sat up and there was the white man ramming my pantyhose right up me! I felt his finger pushing into my fanny, making sure they went as deep as he could get them. It felt strange and all through my years of playing with tights I had never done this to myself before. I was tied to the bed and the light went out. They had gone downstairs, leaving me to cry the night away, strangely comforted by the ball of nylon between my legs, which stopped my fanny leaking spunk!

I awoke in the early hours, to see the two men stood over me. I panicked pulling my bound wrists.

“We have to move before someone comes looking for you,” the white man said.

I felt a couple of fingers pulling the nylon out of my sticky pussy. I shuddered as the tights slowly left me one leg at a time. The white man untied my wrists and I sat up rubbing them.

“Put them on scrubber,” the black man said holding them under my nose.

I looked shocked at his order. My eyes trailed up the sopping spunk stained tights. I watched the black man hold them to his nose and he sniffed twice. He moved them away screwing his face up.

“Hey fishy fanny, I bet all the cats in the neighbourhood can smell your stinky twat,” he chuckled and pressed them against my face.

The white man smirked as I tried to pull away. God they smelt very fishy, and they felt damp and sticky.

“Come on we can’t fuck about, get dressed,” the white man ordered.

“I don’t want to wear them, please don’t make me,” I mumbled already knowing the answer.

As I put my foot in the cold damp tights I shuddered. When I pulled them up my legs I could feel some areas worse than others, wet, cold, sticky, and dry. The white patches covered my legs as I looked down. I shuddered with repulsion at my own legs, or the feeling of the pantyhose, that once gave me so much pleasure. I put on the rest of my clothes, they looked ridiculous now, my schoolgirl uniform on a women nearly thirty years old! I was sandwiched between the two men in the front of the van. The black man flicked the hem of my schoolgirl grey pleated skirt up. I had to keep it up exposing my fanny under the nylon tights all the way on our journey.

“God you stink!” the white man spat as he rolled down the window.

I lowered my head in shame as the black man laughed at me. I saw the mess my tights were in. Spunk patches, and wet horrid stains all over my thighs!

The dark early morning sky had begun to lighten a little. I guessed it was around 5.30 now. I was still shaking a little as we went back to London. I didn’t know where we were, but seeing the city again eased my mind a little. I tried to pull my hem down a little at a time. The black man noticed and got angry. I pulled it back up hoping to appease him. He seemed to know this.

“Not good enough babe,” he snapped.

I felt him undo a button on my blouse. He pulled the left side of my see-through blouse under my left breast, so the whole of my left tit was exposed. As we drove on several drivers coming towards us noticed. Some looked shocked, others grinned, and the sick ones tooted their car horns! We pulled up in a street and they dragged me into the back of the van. I couldn’t work out what they wanted. I saw two cocks being pulled and after several minutes two big loads of white spunk splattered on my feet and legs! I was given a piece of paper and the white man pointed to a shop about 50 yards down the road. My mouth dropped open as he explained what I had to do.

I could feel the cold breeze on my exposed tit and nipple as I walked shaking down the street. Even the spunk stains on my tights felt colder out in the fresh air! So there I was out in public, a 29 year old woman dressed as a schoolgirl! My tiny skirt that barely covered my ass and pussy, my see-through white blouse that had been opened to let my left tit hang out, and my 6 inch stiletto heeled court shoes clacking along the pavement! 10 yards from the shop a middle-aged man cycled towards me. He had already heard my heels echoing round the empty street. His eyes had focused on my breast and huge erect nipple.

“Hello darling, been out fucking all night!” he spat with a nasty tone.

I cringed as he leered at my bouncing tit.

“God look at all that spunk over your tights you dirty slag!”

I pushed hard on the shop door, even though it had closed şanlıurfa escort on it. I went from one leering set of eyes to another. The owner of these was a 60 something Pakistani man.

He just grinned at me and took the note from my trembling fingers.

“You cannot pay?”

I shook my head. His cock was already out and hard as he came from behind the counter. He picked a few items on the list, putting them into a carrier bag. He eyed my body from time to time.

“Is that fresh seed on your legs?”

I nodded feeling my legs shaking, and my red eyes watering.

“Condoms, large?”

I closed my eyes knowing the response I had to give him.

“M, my boyfriend is very, b, big,” I stammered thickly.

He licked his lips.

“And you take him up your cunt, like a white slut!”

“Yes whenever he wants, me,” I blurted out.

He slipped the condoms into the bag.

“You have to get the magazine from the top shelf. Use the steps,” he said panting.

My eyes flicked through the many porn magazines, until I spotted the title that had been written on the paper. He was close behind me as I climbed 3 steps up the ladder. I felt his lips kissing up my skirt right on the crack of my ass. I grabbed the porn book feeling his cock on the back of my tights. His wet tongue pushed my tights into my ass, and a finger wriggled slowly in my pussy.

“Such a pretty ass,” he groaned.

I stayed up the ladder for the next 2 minutes, as he forced the nylon into my ass and cunt. I closed my eyes, feeling repulsion at being treated like a whore! He moaned and groaned as my silent tears stained my exposed breast. He began to grunt and strain, as I felt his hot spunk splatter on the backs of my nylon clad legs.

I quickly moved down the steps as he backed away. I rammed the magazine into the bag and rushed to the door as fast as my 6 inch heels would let me. Back out on the street I had another shock. It had become very light now. I could hear more traffic down the end of the street. I cursed my heels for clacking as I rushed towards the van. My tit was now bouncing in a more exaggerated fashion due to my haste. I could hear a car behind me; I knew it had slowed down. I was only half way to the van as the horn blew. I jumped but kept my eyes focused ahead. That’s when I saw the two men off to work I assumed. They had just passed the van and I was already the centre of their attention. They looked shocked at my appearance. I could feel spunk trickling down my tights from all three men. It wasn’t until they passed me I heard one call me a sexy tart! I rushed on, and then I saw a woman coming towards me. She looked to be in her fifties and a real fat battle axe type. She was already looking down her nose at me.

“You slut, you give women a bad name!” she hissed.

I felt her spit land on my face as we passed. I was crying as I reached the van. A car driver whistled at me as he passed. The black man got out and I rushed into the centre seat of the van. I wiped the spit from my face.

“You OK?” the black man asked.

“Just get in we’ve got to go,” I snapped.

I took the black man to the doorstep and dropped to my knees. I slobbered on his cock until he choked me with hot cum. I licked him clean and gave his cock a long slurping kiss! I tucked him away and did up his flies.

“Think about what I said,” I whispered so the other man couldn’t hear.

He nodded.

“See you Alan,” he called back into the house.

“By Clive,” my uncle called back.

I smiled at Clive hoping he would help.

……………………………………….

OK I bet most of you guessed but I’m sure not all of you did. Once a month for the last year my stepfather (mum and Clive are still married) has been visiting for a little fun with my uncle and I. The farm house is his, well its closer to Farnborough where he works at his clinic. The Pakistani in the shop is an acquaintance of my uncle; he really is sweet but a dirty old man all the same. He’s had me a few times now. He loves sticking his gross little tongue up my ass! And as for the people in the street who knows? But I bet they loved seeing a sexy tart like me that time of the morning, a part from that fat cow! My uncle likes his favourite niece being helpless, and so do I! And the pantyhose stuffing, that was great too!

………………………………………

I curled up next to my uncle after taking a long bath. We talked about the night’s events, and Clive’s stupid fake accent that I could hardly keep from laughing at. My uncle slipped between my legs, and fucked me hard.

“What are you doing?” he asked afterwards.

I pushed a fresh pair of tights up my soaked fanny.

“I thought you might like me to wear them later,” I replied with a sexy grin.

He smiled back and we cuddled, and then we slept until lunch time.

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Over the next couple of weeks, work and life went back to the normal routine. Well fairly normal anyway. That nights events were not mentioned, a couple of nights it was hinted at and sex was very explosive afterward. Then came the obligatory time of the month cooling off period, then things went strange.

Her friend Gina was coming over more often and they were talking a quietly then stopping when I entered the room or they thought I was trying to eavesdrop. Not sure what they were up to so I confronted Louise on the strange behavior and her response was evasive; “She just has some things going on that she wants to talk to me about.” And she would say no more on the matter, even went so far as to give me head, which she really detests doing, to distract and redirect my attentions. The following Friday I knew that her rag was just about over and as my luck would have it, Louise had plans to be over at another friends house. I wasn’t invited so I am thinking I would get a porno or something to pass the time till she got home.

Stopping at the adult video / book store I gravitated over to the section on bi action remembering the conversation with Louise on her friends fantasy. And her hinting at the two guys thing. So I grab this movie called “Mile Bi Club” and “Cum Eating Cuckolds”. I pop in the cuckold flick and while the whole watching your wife have sex was ok and I was getting a rise at the action, I would soon lose it when the females would start belittling their ‘husbands’ just couldn’t handle the whole humiliation part. I traded out the videos and was intrigued by the guys sucking other guys and stuff, I just wasn’t sure I could handle the kissing or backdoor action. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that kissing was way out of the question, but I would try the sucking dick or taking one up the ass.

About seven that night there is a knock on the door. I look out the window to see that it is Gina. OK so that is strange I think to myself; ” Hey, Gina, Louise is over at Debbie’s place babysitting till Debbie gets home, she had to work late.”

“Oh, I know that, you gonna let me in or what?” she responds.

Now I am sort of panicking because I have a porno on the TV, one I rented on the way home, one I am not sure that Louise would be happy to see me watching. Not only that I only have my boxers on, a raging hard-on that is starting to subside with my panic.

“Uh… yeah give me a second.” And I go to close the door the door and I guess I didn’t get it closed, because as I turn around to grab some pants and click off the vcr, I hear her say: “don’t turn that off on my account.” I turn around, shocked, “Er.. sorry. Was just getting my pants back on.”

Gina laughs out loud and pulls the door shut. “Hmm does Louise know what you do while she is out?”

“uh, yeah sorta.” I stammer

“oh don’t worry about it.” Then she sees what is on the screen one guy is caught in the middle, with his dick in a woman while another guy is ramming a cock into his ass. “oh I have this one at home, its my favorite. ” She then plops down on the couch, on top of the remote, so now I have to turn off the set manually which means going across the room in my shorts. Well screw it I think and plop down in the chair and start pulling my jeans back on. Just as I get ready to stand back up pulling them the rest of the way on I look over to see Gina rubbing herself through her jeans. Stunned I just watch her.

Gina is maybe five foot two, and is well over two hundred pounds. Blonde hair and blue eyes, monster big tits that Escort Bayan I can only imagine how big her nipples are. She has a fairly narrow waist, not a big belling but she has wide hips and large ass. I can see her nipples are starting to strain against her bra and I am starting to get a hard-on again.

“um… maybe you should go, Gina.” I say

“Sorry, that is my favorite part, it just gets me so hot.”

“you wouldn’t be able to see it yourself if you were the woman, you know.”

“Sure I could, if there was a mirror there. Besides I look at it this way, if I get to watch one guy fuck another up the ass, I would be so hot I will have to jump on and get some myself,” Gina replied, still watching the action playing out on the TV. Then she turned to me, seeing I had started getting turned on, “So what about you?”

“What about me?” I replied, leery of where this conversation was going. I sure didn’t want to tell her about the conversation between Louise and I concerning Gina’s fantasy.

“Well you sure got all excited watching Louise get banged by Jason, right? So maybe next time you want to be in the room, maybe get your ass banged as well? Not that Jason would be game for that, I tried to get him interested, and well he wasn’t game. But you sit here jerking off to some pretty hot action.” While pouring out her knowledge of what I thought was my personal sex life she was tweaking a nipple and had unzipped her tight jeans. “It makes me think that Louise might be able to get you to do some pretty hot guy on guy stuff, even though her only interest is to have two guys stuffed into her at one time.”

“I really think it would be a good idea for you to go, Gina.”

Gina laughed at this, “OK I will behave. Well for a little while anyway. So you think she is at Debbie’s place, huh? Yeah, she is over there, but there aren’t any kids there, they are at Debbie’s sisters and Louise is getting rammed hard by Jason right about now.”

I noticed she was watching my waist as she said this, and sure enough my dick gave a twitch at the memory of that night, inspired by what she was saying. Then it occurred to me that either this was true, or Gina is just saying it to see if I would get mad or aroused, then it dawned on me that if true, Louise lied to me to go fuck someone else.

All of this flashed through my brain and spun around in circles for who knows how long, I came back to reality with a jerk as I felt Gina wrap her hand around my now fully hard dick. In a husky voice as though thick with her own lust she said, “well you may feel betrayed about her lying to you, but you sure like the thought of her bending over while he fucks her brains out.” She continued stroking my cock telling me how thick it was and she really did want to barrow it sometime, ” but I can’t tonight. But you better put that monster up for now.” With that she moved back over to the couch looking at me with a secret smile on her face. I took that opportunity to stuff my dick fully back in my jeans and get them fastened properly.

“So now what? You gonna wait for her to get home or what?” I asked as I moved to turn the tv off, pull the tape out and put all of that stuff away. I decided then I needed to leave if she wasn’t going to.

“Yeah, she is expecting me to be here keeping you company.” Gina replied.

“OK, well I am gonna run these videos back, I will be back after a bit.” And out I went, I could hear her laugh at my sudden departure. I was pretty sure she didn’t see the other video I rented and I really didn’t want Bayan Escort her telling Louise or worse mentioning it in public that I was curious about cuckold action that I am being drug into with very little of my own input. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the guy on guy stuff and I sure didn’t know if I wanted to go down on her after some other guy had been there. It made my dick hard again thinking about it but at the same time it kind of grossed me out.

I managed to think of other things long enough for the swelling in my jeans to subside long enough to return the videos and get back to the trailer. Sure enough Louise was home before I was. “Well,” I thought to myself, “if she did do as Gina said, she had plenty of time to get banged good an hard and will probably not want anything to do with me.”

I got in the door and there was Louise in nothing but the t-shirt she had worn to work and the panties she had on, no bra or jeans. Her and Gina were sitting on the couch together talking. Gina was flushed and her nipples were again straining in her bra, and as has been their habit lately they stopped talking the minute I walked in. “So you took off before I could ask what you thought of that cum eating cuckolds movie you had?” Gina popped off with before I even had the door fully shut.

“Do what?” I asked brilliantly.

“Oh I forgot to mention I know the guy that was working the register and I asked him what you rented before I got here. So what did you think of guys going down on their wives after the wife had been quite thoroughly screwed by another guy?” Not a giggle, just dead-pan serious. Both of them sat there expectantly looking at me.

“I didn’t have a chance to watch it.” I lied. “I was kind of curious if that sort of thing really happened but it would probably be kind of gross, but like I said I didn’t see it so I don’t know.”

“hmm well I for one am seriously interested in what other porn you watch when I am not around” Louise stated, letting her leg slide open. So I could see her crotch and.. it was soaked.

I sat down in the chair and she shifted her self so that I had a full view of the wet crotch of her panties. It was like she had done just what Gina said and was now flaunting it. With both of them staring at me no less.

“OK” I ask, “What gives, you two have been tight and tight lipped like you have some major stuff planned out, so if I am supposed to be a part of it, I would like to know so I can at least have a say.”

They just looked at each other and laughed. “Well I gotta go, anyway, talk to you later Louise.” Gina said as she got up to go.

“Now wait a second, that isn’t an answer…” I started to say. But they ignored me totally and Gina was out the door and Louise, who now had her back to me as she said her goodbye’s to Gina semi bent over and I noticed that her panties are soaked not just in her crotch but half way up her ass crack. Just like she had been indeed fucked hard and put her panties on right after and drove home. I was thunder struck.

Louise apparently got tired of waiting on me to respond to some question, and lightly tapped the side of my face to get my attention. As I came to I noticed she was now topless with only her wet panties on. I also noticed the hickeys on her breasts above and around her nipples. Three good sized ones and couple of small ones on her belly. “Gina wasn’t lying.” I said softly too stunned for words.

“Nope.” No equivocation, nothing just flat straight out telling it like it was. Worse standing there hands on Escort her ample hips flaunting her freshly fucked body. “Question is are you man enough to get up here and fuck me too?” Not waiting for an answer she said; “Strip”

Shocked clear to my fingertips I stood up dumbly and started striping. Louise laughed huskily as she saw my already hard cock standing out, seven inches but very thick. “Well get on with it, get it all off.” She stated impatiently, “now get down on your knees, baby.”

As I complied with her request, she turned around and bent over slightly, “here baby check out this ass you love so much, be a sweetie and pull off my panties. No wait a second, on second thoughts come with me down the hall here.”

I got up and she took my hand leading me down the hall. I could smell the musky sent of her and that added something. With a churning gut I realized that it must be Jason I was smelling, or whomever gave her those hickeys anyway. We got about half way down the hall, and she turned me about facing her then pushed me back till I was up against the wall.

With a sharp intake of breath; “easy, that wall is cold!” then she pushed down on my shoulders, her hickey laden breasts right in my face as she pushed me down to my knees.

Now I was totally at a loss here, as she got me down to my knees and my back against the wall she turned back around wriggling her ass at me again, ” now you can take my panties off baby. Come on.”

I slid the down over her ample hips and the smell of her and what I was assuming was Jason hit me full on in the face. As I got them down to her ankles she stepped out of one leg so she could spread her feet farther apart bracing them.

“What don’t you want my ass anymore? I see that rock hard cock of yours, telling me otherwise…” she said as she eased her ass back into my face.

Then I realized I had nowhere to go, not that I really wanted to but then I was too busy as she started grinding her ass in my face, I started licking her crack nibbling her ass cheeks then she really got to business as I buried my tongue in her tight ass hole. Then before I knew it she was bent further over and her soaked pussy was in my face.

“That’s right I knew you wanted it, lick that dirty pussy!” she proceeded then to really start grinding it into my face as she came.

She fell forward, catching herself against the opposite wall and breathing really hard. I just stayed where I was as it sunk in what I had done, how I had been played. I tasted him all over her and ignored it mostly during the heat of the moment, as she knew I would. She knew I would be all over her ass and would get carried away.

“Come on lover boy.” Louise said as she roughly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up onto my feet. She then drug me the rest of the way down the hall and slung me onto the bed.

Not one to hold back she pounced on top of me, “Damn you look so hot with my cum and Jason’s all over your face.” Then proceed to lift up just enough to put my cockhead at the entrance to her then drop down with all of her weight onto it all at once.

I had taken the moment to wipe my face and look at my hand to see, indeed there was what appeared to be mans cum in addition to the wetness from her. Then the full sensation of being buried into a wet hot pussy registered and she lifted back up to shove her tits into my face demanding I suck on them, bite on them.

Then she rammed herself back down hard on my cock and sat back with all of her weight on me hands behind her hair pushing it up, tits thrust out and she started to gyrate her hips rolling and grinding, milking my cock. “Don’t you think I am sexy, my freshly fucked look?” My answer was my cock exploding deep in her, and her response was a laugh and; “yeah I thought so big boy, wait till tomorrow…”

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It’s amazing how you can judge someone instantly; and without knowing their true self, a life time of perceptions are made. Some people are stubborn and won’t see the clearing in the fog, then there are some people who will think hard and give that certain someone a chance.

In this case it was a certain young man who got on the wrong side of Olivia, but she saw past her head and gave her heart a chance to forgive. This young man; James was quite tall and had light fair brown hair. Olivia was fighting temptations, her mind was pre-occupied with the reactions of her peers, she was frightened to open up to them about her forbidden fruit. On the other hand she wanted to give James the benefit of the doubt, I mean what’s the harm in friendly banter?

It all started when work wanted all the employee’s to go on a training weekend, the two them were paired up as team mates on the journey. Reluctant to talk to James, Olivia sat silently looking out onto the road and surroundings. After a while James stood up and walked to the other side of the coach for briefly, when he returned he just sat there fiddling with his mobile phone. A few minutes later, Olivia heard her mobile phone go off in her bag.

She reached down into the bag and noticed that she had a text message, the message said: ‘Hey, how are you? I’m a good person you know. J. xx.’ Olivia looked slightly dazed and turned to look at James. He was turned away from her and she couldn’t see the expression of his face. She decided to text him back: ‘Hey, I’m ok thank you, you? I’m not doubting you are a good person, I have no problem with you Olivia. xx’. He smiled to himself and they both carried on texting each other the entire way there.

They immediately hit it off and conversation came easily to them, it was even sure enough to say that Olivia had a bit of a crush Escort Bayan on James; in fact I think these feelings were mutual in both cases. They all arrived at the holiday inn hotel at about 12.30am and it was time for all the colleagues to settle down for the night. Just as James was unlocking the door to his room, Olivia, courageously tapped him on the shoulder and said hello vocally. James was quite taken back by this and invited her in for a drink.

After hours of talking, Olivia leant into James and started to fool around with James’ tie, he was dressed to thrill, in her mind. His suit was perfectly cut to show off his assets and the traditional white shirt and black suit was an image not to be ridiculed. Better still they had the same interests in that they both have the same job, was there anything else needed? Olivia was a sucker for a stud in a suit.

James boldly leaned in for a kiss, but respectively kissed Olivia on the cheek first as not to offend her, Olivia’s smile could not have been any wider, rather like the Cheshire cat out of Alice in Wonderland; so James wasted no more time and reached in for a passionate kiss. His lips as soft as velvet glided across hers and his tongue had a minty taste, which gave Olivia a tingly sensation that raced down her spine.

Her lungs filled with air as she sighed in passionate relief, James gasped for air too; as he opened his eyes widely, Olivia could see straight into his soul. She kissed the tip of his cute little nose and it twitched unexpectedly. As she leant in to undo his tie, James was able to see right down her cleavage, he looked in astonishment, he’d seen breasts before but nothing of this standard. The beauty was admirably one of a kind and he was in heaven for that moment in time.

She slowly undid his buttons on his shirt with one Bayan Escort hand, whilst the other hand was underneath the shirt rubbing his upper body with her index finger. He sat at the edge of the king-size bed and let Olivia work her magic. He took off her blazer and hurled it to the floor, as she slid his belt through each individual strap on his trousers. As it passed each strap; both Olivia and James began to feel more aroused than before.

Olivia slithered his trousers down and as they gradually went past his hips, she was surprised to see that James here, had his weapon within reach and he was in fact, going commando. It startled her to say the least, though in fact it had it’s safety switch on, to prevent any unavoidable actions. James couldn’t wait and so he pulled Olivia’s blouse over her head and off with all six buttons intact. This was racy and so called for a faster gear and a better position.

James reached for his tie and seized Olivia by both hands, he then tied them up and fixed her to the steel framework of the king-sized bed. Olivia wriggled on the bed to pull down her own trousers, whilst James had wondered off to look for some idea’s or resources. Olivia was filled with a warm sensation and was having moist thoughts about James, he returned with a tray with a towel over it.

He took out a long piece of what looked to be ripped shower curtain and he blindfolded Olivia with it, the mystery heightened the stimulation and Olivia loved this sudden change in a dominating contrast to his shy, start. He took the towel off the tray and laid out on the tray was; strawberries, cream, a candle, matches, a packet of protection.

He took a strawberry and from Olivia’s forehead he ran it down the centre of her body to her navel and then placed it in her mouth, whispering ‘don’t eat it Escort yet’. Then he retrieved the cream from the tray and poured it on top of the strawberry, cream dribbled down her neck and James climbed on top of Olivia and began to kiss it from her neck and run his tongue up to her mouth. He then bit the top of the strawberry and rolled a piece of the strawberry around on her tongue, it tasted like summer and Olivia’s taste buds thrived on the taste whilst her visual senses were impaired.

James then took the candle from the tray and lit it with a match, then tilting the candle he spilled some of the hot wax across her stomach, whilst pouring the cream across her breasts, this unique combination was equally balanced and the two sensations were more effective. The hot wax did not hurt her as the timing was right. The cream made her skin supple and her chest was surprised and reached out for James. He rubbed in some of the cream and then enthusiastically and quickly licked his tongue across leaving no cream in sight. He peeled away at the wax and then reached for the tray.

He then placed his weapon in a safe case and pulled Olivia’s left leg in the air, so that he was able to place his weapon into a display cabinet, the cabinet was well polished and this meant that his weapon constantly slid in and out at a rapid speed. Olivia’s shoulders went tense as she was pushed back by the force, James was on a mission alright. Then when he finally finished the attempt to put his weapon in the cabinet; he undid the blindfold that was firmly wrapped around Olivia’s head.

They both laid there on the bed in an embrace. Then as James woke up at six o’clock on the dot he noticed that he was there alone. He thought, was it a dream? Then he noticed the evidence on the floor, that morning as he was getting ready for work he noticed on the bathroom window a message written in red lipstick; it said: ‘ur mission = txt me to find out’ Olivia had fled an hour before and was daydreaming in the shower of her own room, about her strapping experience.

Coming Soon: Two is Company, Three is proud

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Ron Wilson paused by the entrance to the mall food court and surveyed the crowd. Not too bad, he thought, and he proceeded in. Deciding on Chinese food, he placed his order and paid. It was awkward carrying three shopping bags and balahincing the tray, but somehow he managed. He’d just picked out a vacant table and was maneuvering towards it when he heard his name.

“Mr. Wilson? Is that you Mr. Wilson?” He turned and saw a pretty young woman waving at him. He examined her, trying to place her. The face looked familiar, featuring big brown eyes and nice, full lips, all framed with gently waving golden brown hair that flowed over her shoulders and onto her back. She was medium height and wore faded blue jeans and a tee shirt that did a barely adequate job of concealing her attractive bosom while leaving an inch of her stomach exposed.

Jenny Roberts, he thought, finally able to match the face with a name. Jenny had been a student of his 3 years ago at the local high school. A bright young lady, he recalled. Lots of potential, and the personality to go with it.

Managing a smile, the 45 year old teacher began moving through the crowd in her direction. “Hi Jenny, it’s good to see you,” he said when he finally reached her.

“I thought that was you, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled. He stood awkwardly for a moment, carefully balancing his tray and the shopping bags. “Here, let me help you,” she said, reaching for his tray. “You can join me for a bit, can’t you?”

“Sure, I’d love to,” he answered as he set the bags down and took off his coat. When he finally got settled into his chair, he smiled. “So, doing a little Christmas shopping?” he asked, pointing at the pile of shopping bags she had already accumulated.

“Yep, just finished,” she answered. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Wilson?”

“Pretty much the same old stuff,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

They ended up talking for about 30 minutes, mostly about her — college, boy friends, work, etc. She was in the first semester of her third year at the local university. She’d lived in the dorm her first two years, even though her parents lived less than 15 miles from school. This year her and her girl friend — “you remember Cindy Young don’t you?” — had gotten a small apartment off campus, right in the heart of the “student ghetto.” She had a boyfriend, but it wasn’t really serious.

Finally, Jenny looked at her watch. “It’s getting late. I’m supposed to call my girlfriend for a ride home. If I don’t catch her soon, she’s likely to disappear for the evening.”

“I live over towards the university. I’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Ron offered.

“Thanks Mr. Wilson. That’s so sweet. But I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It’s no imposition at all, really.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, that would be great,” she smiled.

Two minutes later they had their coats on, the bags organized and were heading for the mall exit.

* * *

“Well here we are,” Jenny said, pointing at the apartment building in front of them.

Ron pulled into a parking space and put the car in park.

“I hate to impose any more than I already have,” Jenny said. “But would you mind giving me a hand with the bags?”

“Not at all.” He grabbed some bags and followed her up the stairs, waiting patiently by her apartment door while she fumbled through her purse for the keys.

“Just put the bags on the kitchen table, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny said when she finally got the door open. He followed her into the kitchen and did as instructed.

“Let me take you coat,” she smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I really shouldn’t stay,” Ron said, suddenly uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with an attractive former student in her apartment.

“Of course you should stay. You don’t have any urgent plans, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” he admitted. “Okay, but I can’t stay long.”

“Great,” she exclaimed. “Have a seat on the sofa. Would you like something to drink? A Coke? Beer?”

“A Coke would be great,” he responded as he moved towards the sofa.

He settled onto the sofa while she poured the drinks. “Would you like to see the things I got?” she asked as she brought in the drinks.

“Sure, I’d love too.”

“Great.” She set the drinks down on the end table and rushed back to the kitchen, returning with the shopping bags in hand.

“I got this for Mom,” she said, pulling out a beautiful, ornate music box. “She’s really into things like this. Do you think she’ll like it?

He looked at the box. “It’s beautiful. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

She put the music box down and went to the next bag. “This is for dad. He’s a real golf nut.” She pulled out a sweater with a golfer on the front.

“Well,” Ron said. “If he’s into Kartal escort golf, he’ll love that.”

She proceed to show him the CD she got for her brother, and the blouse she got for her girlfriend.

“There’s one more thing, Mr. Wilson,” she said. “It’s for my boyfriend, but I’m not sure he’ll like it. I could sure use a man’s opinion. Would you mind?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Of course not.”

“Great,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “I’ll be right back.” She grabbed the last bag and disappeared into the bedroom.

He sat patiently, surveying the living room while he waited. It was a good size room — for an apartment — and decently furnished. Nothing about it really stood out, other than the fact that it was very clean. Definitely not the apartment of a college boy, he chuckled.

It was another couple of minutes before he heard the bedroom door opening. “Ready or not,” she cried.

Not!!!

He was definitely not ready for what he saw. He was certain he was staring, mouth hanging open. But a white satin robe that barely reached below her buttocks, open in front to below her cleavage, with a delicate sash holding it loosely together, was not what he expected!

He tried to say something, but nothing came out. So he stared at her, mesmerized.

“Do you think my boyfriend will like it?” she cooed as she twirled slowly before him.

Finally able to pull his eyes away from her body, he looked into her eyes and nodded, his confusion obvious.

She laughed lightly and slid onto the sofa beside him, her legs curled up under her. She placed her hand lightly on his chest. “Oh poor Mr. Wilson. Didn’t you realize that I had a crush on you in high school?”

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. “I should be leaving now,” he said, finally finding his voice.

“No, wait,” she said suddenly. “I almost forgot the best part of the present.” She raised quickly to her knees and lifted her left leg over his lap. She faced him, straddling his legs, her barely covered body just a foot in front of him. “The panties,” she said seductively.

She moved her hands slowly to the sash while he could only sit there in disbelief, still not comfortable with what was happening. She untied the sash and let the ends fall free, holding the garment together with her hands. The next thing he knew, he was staring at her naked breasts as the robe slid gently down her arms and onto the floor.

He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. Her beautiful, naked breasts were only 12 short inches from his face, rising and falling with each breath she took, their nipples pointing excitedly towards him.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson,” she giggled. “You’re supposed to be looking at the panties.”

But he continued to stare, barely aware that she’d spoken.

“Mr. Wilson,” she said again, firmer this time. Grudgingly, he tore his eyes from her bosom and looked into her eyes.

“The panties, Mr. Wilson.”

He lowered his eyes to her panties, what there was of them. They were white, lacy things with barely enough material in front to cover her obviously trimmed pussy. The sides were nothing more than fancy laces, tied together on each side in bows.

“They tie, Mr. Wilson. Like this.” And she grabbed an end on each side and pulled until the bows came untied. Slowly, she pulled the garment through her legs and held it up in front of him.

“Well, do you think he’ll like them?”

Speechless, mesmerized, paralyzed. They all described Ron Wilson’s state at the moment as he sat with a naked young woman hovering before him. Somehow he managed to nod his head, not really sure what he was agreeing with.

She dragged the damp panties slowly over his face and released them, leaving them draped over his head. “Can you smell me, Mr. Wilson? Can you smell what you’ve done to me?”

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her aroused womanhood, afraid to speak, afraid to shatter the illusion.

“Well, what do you plan to do about it?” she challenged.

But still, he just sat there, waiting.

Finally, she sighed. “Am I going to have to do everything, Mr. Wilson?” Without waiting for the answer she knew wasn’t coming, she removed the panties from his head and stuffed them into his shirt pocket. “Those are for you,” she smiled as she took hold of his hands and raised them to her breasts. She pressed the hands against her, until she felt them responding on their own.

The fog was clearing slowly for Ron Wilson, but it was clearing. What had to have been an illusion –a dream — was gradually reforming into reality. And the reality was that there was a naked young woman nearly 25 years his junior straddling his lap, and his hands were holding her tits.

“Jenny, Kurtköy Escort I . . .” he stuttered.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

He wanted to tell her how he still looked at her as his student, and about the emotional turmoil he was going through. He wanted to tell her that he was flattered, but he just couldn’t stay. But what he said was nothing, as he leaned forward slowly and took a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He massaged her breasts gently as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other. As his confidence grew, his teacher-student phobia faded and the intensity of his massages grew.

Jenny could feel the fires deep within her burning fiercely. From the moment she’d seen Mr. Wilson at the mall, the feelings had been building, until the teenager’s crush she thought she’d long outgrown gripped her body. Sitting beside him in the car, unable to touch him, had been almost more than she could bear. And now he was holding her, massaging her breasts, kissing them, biting them.

She lowered her head so her hair was cascading over them both and pulled him harder against her, moaning as he bit down gently on her excited tips. And then slowly, grudgingly, she pushed him away and climbed to her feet.

Ron allowed his eyes to drink in the beauty of the young woman standing before him, still not completely certain he wasn’t dreaming. For several moments, Jenny just stood there, allowing his eyes to wander freely. Then without a word, she reached for his hands and pulled him to his feet. She released his hands, turned, and headed towards the bedroom.

Mr. Wilson held his position as she walked away, his eyes drawn instinctively to her exquisite ass. It wasn’t until she disappeared into her bedroom that he was able to move. For an ever so brief moment, he thought about leaving. But then he smiled. Who was he kidding? Jenny Roberts had been one of the prettiest girls in school. Even an old-fart teacher could see that. And all she’d done in the three years since he’d seen her last was get prettier — and much, much sexier.

The next thing he knew, his feet were moving, carrying his aroused body towards her bedroom. He entered the room and saw her lying on the bed, her body illuminated by the soft light of the nightstand lamp. He looked down on her, watching as one hand wandered slowly over her bosom and the other hand moved gently between her legs.

There eyes met as his own hands began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon the shirt was lying on the floor. He quickly kicked off his shoes as his hands began working on his belt. A moment later Ron was sliding his pants down his legs and onto the floor. He bent over, quickly removed his socks and stood back up. The two stared at each other, Ron at the exquisite young beauty lying before him, stroking her already aroused body, and Jenny at the 8 inch erection standing up proudly before him.

Jenny spread her legs wide as he knelt between them. He leaned forward, carefully supporting his weight on his arms as he stretched his body over hers. And then slowly, he lowered himself onto her.

She wrapped her arms around him as their lips met, their tongues diving passionately into each other’s mouth. And he felt her legs wrapping around him and her pussy gyrating against him.

And then she rolled him over so she was on top, their lips never separating. He ran his hands through her hair, before allowing them to wander over her back and down to her ass. He grabbed her cheeks, massaging them as she rubbed her body against him.

And then she pulled her lips away slightly and looked into his eyes. Their lips came together again briefly, but their eyes never closed. And then Ron smiled deviously as he rolled her onto her back and began sliding down her body.

He took hold of her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them roughly. “Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson,” Jenny moaned as she squirmed beneath him. She grabbed the back of his head as he lowered his mouth to her nipples, encouraging him to continue. His mouth bounced back and forth between the beautiful mounds, licking them, kissing them. And when his teeth bit down on Jenny’s left nipple, she gasped, arching her back to offer him even more encouragement.

Reluctantly, Ron’s mouth left her bosom. He slid further down her body, kissing her ribs and the top of her stomach while his hands still worked her breasts. He slid lower, kissing her stomach and bellybutton, before finally allowing his hands to abandon her tits.

And then he was there, poised above her wanton pussy, holding her legs spread wide with his hands.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson. Please eat my pussy.” Ron looked up briefly to see Jenny’s hands squeezing the Maltepe Escort same breasts that his had so recently abandoned, before he redirected his attention to her pussy. He spread her lips to uncover her clit before carefully lowering his mouth to the swollen bud.

“Oh, yes!” Jenny gasped as she felt his tongue dancing over her love button. She squirmed beneath him, trying to make herself even more available. She nearly came on the spot when he closed his lips over the magic button.

When her teacher shifted his position and inserted two fingers from his right hand into her flowing pussy, her hands grabbed his head, pulling him even closer. He began pumping his fingers into her lovebox, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. He could hear the animal-like moans coming from her mouth as he continued sucking her clit while he pounded her pussy.

And then suddenly her body stiffened, her back arching off the bed. She pulled his mouth hard against her while her thighs clamped down on his head. And then she came, her juices oozing out of her pussy as her body shook. And then she came some more.

When her body finished shuddering, she relaxed her grip, finally allowing him up. He slid over her leg and crawled up the bed until he was on his side lying beside her. For a while she lay on her back, her breathing still heavy. When she finally calmed down, she rolled onto her side facing him.

“That was very good, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled, her hand reaching for his still erect cock. “Can I have some more, please?”

She ran her fingers gently up the underside of his cock before allowing them to encircle his girth and begin stroking him slowly. All the while, her eyes never left his. After several seconds she pushed him slowly onto his back, bending over so her head was hovering over his manhood. She lowered her mouth to his meat, her hair falling onto his stomach. She kissed his cock gently, circling it with her tongue. And then she carefully eased him into her mouth and grabbed his balls.

She heard him gasp as she bobbed her head slowly up and down while continued to massage his balls gently. And then she lifted her head and looked at him. “I hope you don’t mind too much if I finish this later Mr. Wilson,” she cooed, giving him one more squeeze before letting him go completely and sitting up. “But I’ve got something else in mind at the moment.”

She eased one leg over his torso so she was hovering over his erection, grabbed it with her hand, and guided it slowly to her pussy. “You don’t mind, Mr. Wilson, do you?” she said as she lowered herself onto his waiting meat.

Ron could only gasp and shake his head as her moist, hungry pussy surrounded his cock.

“I didn’t think so,” she teased as she sank fully onto his meat. She reached out and took hold of his nipples, twirling them lightly between her fingers as she began gyrating her pussy on his cock. She released his nipples and leaned forward until her head was inches from his and her hair was cascading around them. She kissed him lightly on the lips, retreated a bit, and then returned for another quick peck, all while she continued gyrating herself on him, squeezing his meat with her pussy.

The feeling of her breasts rubbing lightly over his made his body shiver. And when she slowly lifted herself upward, his hands shot immediately for the beautiful orbs. He heard her moan in response as he squeezed her tits, massaging them, kneading them. But when he pinched them, she yelped, grabbing his hands and pushing them to the bed beside his head, leaving her head hovering a foot or so above his.

She held him down while she pounded her pussy on his meat. Her eyes were on his as he watched her breasts bouncing wildly beneath her. She continued pumping him, grinding herself on him. And she continued to hold him down.

Ron was mesmerized by this young woman who was throwing herself at him in a way that no woman ever had. He looked into her eyes and knew she was getting close. He began thrusting his cock upward to meet her pussy. He closed his eyes, continuing to throw his meat at her while her hair danced around his face. And then he felt her body tensing up as her thrusts became more chaotic, more desperate. He felt her juices flowing as she screamed out. And with several desperate thrusts of his own, he came with her, mingling his juices with hers.

And then it was over. Jenny stayed where she was, straddling her former teacher with his meat still buried in her pussy and her torso still leaning forward, pinning his hands by his head. They both gasped for air, never taking their eyes off each other, until they finally began to calm down.

At last, Jenny smiled, and then began giggling. “How’d I do, Mr. Wilson? Did I get an ‘A’?”

Then it was Ron’s turn to laugh. “Oh, yes. That was definitely A-plus work” he smiled.

Jenny smiled, released his hands and eased her body down onto his, making sure to rub her breasts against his. “How about some extra credit?” she whispered into his ears.

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