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You’ve heard about women who please themselves with a fruit or a courgette or maybe an aubergine. When I first met Steffie, she was coy about her sexuality but a few things became apparent as we got to know each other. If you know what I mean by “know.”

As we began our sex friendship, it became clear that she liked [no, she demanded] dildos, vibrators and an occasional banana in her vagina. Sometimes she used the banana as bought; with its skin but well washed. Other times, she would peel the banana and ask me to insert it carefully so that it didn’t break up. Then she would gyrate her hips while I licked and played with her clitoris, until she orgasmed and pushed out the banana. We did this many times and she developed the muscles she needed to expel the banana.

And guess what: I began to take the peeled banana into my mouth as it came all warm out of her slippery vagina. I chewed it at first but then learned how to swallow it whole, and she really like to see me doing that. Slowly the banana disappeared into my lips and then down my throat. She even began to play with my responses by choosing bigger and bigger bananas. They gave her more intense sensations as she gyrated, but also my eyes popped out and my throat spasmed as I swallowed them whole. Even so, because of the sexiness of the situation, I never felt nauseous and still don’t when we do that banana-sex.

Another feature of Steffie’s sexual “development” was her practice of spending the whole day, and often the night, with a big-sized plug in her bottom. Of course, I enjoyed anal sex with her whenever she took put the plug; and she seemed to enjoy the sensations of my moving in and out of her back door. It became obvious that she needed the plug because her anal muscles had stretched so much. The plug prevented any accidents, shall we say? She was proud of herself, “No one else I know could do this and get such pleasure, like I do.”

Also Steffie liked to be tied, once we got to know each other well, and she felt able to trust me. Lying on the bed, usually on a towel, she liked her wrists to be tied out either side to the bedhead. And her ankles stretched out and tied to the bottom bed feet. I use soft rope, so she is never marked and feels no discomfort on her skin. But still she is immobilised with either her breasts pointing up to the ceiling or else her nice rounded bottom under my belly.

The fruit-and-veg theme developed further one day, when she asked me to press a peeled banana into her bottom after the plug was removed. I was uncertain about this at first; wouldn’t the fruit just smash up as I pushed on it? But I underestimated Steffie’s experience and, sure enough, the slightly under-ripe banana just slid into her. To my surprise, she invited me into her, alongside the banana. In fact, of course, I just smashed the banana to a pulp and I could feel it squelching around inside her. It seemed to push into Göztepe Escort all the “corners” in her rectum and maybe up into her sigmoid. My sensations were amazing and I came quickly – too soon for both of us, really. She was on the point of orgasm from the new sensations but I had to finish her pleasure by sucking and licking on her. Some time later, she kneeled on a big piece of tissue and pushed out the banana pulp, stained with shit as you would expect.

After that first time, I learned to pace myself more carefully and we both gained nice orgasms. We did banana sex, front or back opening, every few days: in addition to many other little perversions she had, which I’ll describe some other time.

Then some weeks ago, in the ecstasy of a special orgasm, she mumbled to me, “You’re just what I wanted. You can do anything you want. Anything.” And so my imagination got to work. I decided that it was unnecessary to limit ourselves to a banana. After all, the world of fruit has much more to offer. For the next weekend, I planned my visit to the supermarket and stocked up.

That Friday evening, we got into our usual anal-banana position. Steffie on her belly with legs wide apart, lying on a towel and limbs tied out. Slowly I pulled out the plug she’d been “wearing” all day and wiped her opening with a tissue. Then I squirted some gel onto my fingers and stroked it around and a short way into her. But she was already wet from the plug and her own juices which had migrated there from her vagina. As usual, slowly I pressed the under-ripe banana into her. She relaxed, waiting for me to enter her. But I had other ideas and whispered into her ear, “I’ve got a little something else here, to join the banana. OK?”

“What is it?” she asked but relaxed and not anxious about the situation.

“Just a couple of grapes. Is that OK?” I replied.

“Mmm,” she murmured in agreement.

And so I pressed into her a few seedless grapes. More than “a couple” but she seemed all right with it. I pushed the grapes deep into her with my middle finger, pressing them into the banana. I lost count but maybe eight or ten grapes.

To keep her interested, I pressed one of her vibrating dildos into her vagina and switched it to a slow hum.

“Is that OK?” I asked and she nodded silently, so I asked, “A little something else, Yes?”

She nodded again and I leaned to one side to peal a satsuma, and divided it into its segments. Striding my knees back across her thighs, I pressed the entire satsum into her bottom, one segment at a time. I tried carefully to keep all the segments whole and not squashed.

At that stage, I lubed my erection and slid into her anus; as I had done hundreds of times before. But this time against the fruit inside her. I could feel the orange segments and the grapes bursting in front of me as I mashed into the banana. The more I shagged her, Escort Göztepe the more her contents turned into a fruit salad.

Steffie was excited also, with the extra fullness. She spoke and asked me to speed up the vibrator sticking out of her labia. I reached down and spun the control-wheel until it was humming at maximum speed inside her. I could feel it also, pulsing through her body close to my erection in her fruity rectum.

Suddenly she came to an enormous orgasm. She whimpered in the way I’ve learned to interpret as her best orgasm; and then she relaxed. She slumped onto the bed with no tension in any muscle o her body. I switched off the vibe but left it inserted, and kept on shagging until her fruit contents began to turn into mostly juice that wanted to squeeze out past my erection.

“Time for the next phase,” I thought to myself.

Steffie didn’t know, but I had bought one kilo of grapes and 10 of the satsuma oranges. To start the next stage, I just reached to one side, grabbed a handful of grapes and eased myself out of her. Out came a trickle of fruit juices but I quickly stopped it by pressing more grapes into her. Six, then ten, then more as I lost count. Her anus and rectum was stuffed full of grapes on top of the earlier contents. I wondered briefly what had happened to the original banana; was it still whole pushed right up into her sigmoid, or had it been liquidized? Either way, I pressed my erection into her and she squirmed, murmuring, “Ooh, I’m very full.”

“You feel wonderful,” I said in her ear, “No one else could do this. Only you” and she murmured, “Mmm” because I knew it added to her sense of pride.

I resumed my shagging into the fruity mush that filled her and I was preventing the juices from pouring out by keeping as far into her as possible. My erection just about filled her opening but I could tell she was relaxing, and her muscles were relaxing also.

Then I had a really wicked idea.

I leaned to one side and picked up a whole satsuma, without peeling it. Holding it close to her anus, I withdrew my erection and in an instant pressed the orange into her hole. Slowly but with some force, I pressed it into her and it did go into her. She squirmed again and raised her head, with a little murmur like a kitten. But the orange went into her and blocked anything from pouring out.

I spoke to her, “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to lie on me facing up. OK?”

“Don’t know if I can,” she demurred, but rested down to let me untie her wrists and ankles. When she was free, I took hold of her figure: one arm wrapped low round her waist and the other curling round to hold a breast. Then I rolled sideways and she came over onto me. She reached down with both hands and held her lower belly, as if to cradle the fruit bulging within her. Lifting her a little, I positioned my erection as best I could to enter Göztepe her bottom.

But the position was not perfect and I needed to let go with the breast-hand, so that I could reach down and aim myself into her. But once I was in her, the sensation was amazing.

The first thing I felt was the big orange, blocking up her passage. I took another firm hold on her waist-hips and pulled her down onto me. The orange gave way, further into her and she mewed again, “Ooh, I’m full. Don’t hurt me.”

Sorry to say, I ignored her and continued my pushing. Two things happened. First, the orange moved further up into her and slipped sideway, so that I was shagging alongside it. Then I thought I could feel the initial banana, alongside the other edge of my erection. I was shagging between two masses of fruit and surrounded by juices; and my smashed grapes and orange-segments.

Steffie reached down and started the vibrator again. She was quiet as I threw her around with my efforts, and my arms held her tightly to me. Suddenly, the whole satsuma and the banana gave way as I forced my was though everything in her. The orange seemed to burst wide open like an egg, but soft. The banana just collapsed into a slimy flattened plate of fruit. And all the time, the other fruit juices washed and squelched around me.

My climax was growing and I think I must have been throwing her around even more vigorously, but was unaware of it. Her arms were out at her sides, steadying herself from falling off me. But there was no risk of that; I was clinging onto her waist and one breast.

My climax came with a massive shooting of sperms and my own juices into her rectum, to mingle with all the fruitiness. As I came, the whole mush of fruit seemed to collapse before my erection. It felt like hot sticky glue around me and I stayed deep inside her until my stiffness relaxed.

When I pulled slowly out of her, it felt as though Steffie’s insides simply poured out of her. Hot sticky fruit mush squirted out of her, all over my declining erection, my belly, my thighs; all the way down to my knees. I was covered in shit-stained fruit and juice. The towel had been a good idea, I thought, but we should have had double thickness.

I lifted her off me and she lay in her own fruit sludge on the towel, as I went to get some more, before lifting her to the shower. We showered each other and she used the douche up her bottom. The bedroom reeked of a mixture of human fluids, a little shitty smell but mostly mixed fruit.

When we’d cleaned up and tidied the room, I looked at my fruit collection. Steffie must have had 350 grams, over 10 ounces, of grapes in her and a total of 5 satsumas, in addition to the banana. I didn’t tell her this but she commented for some days afterwards how full she had felt and how excited by the thoughts. In addition to her sensations.

Since then, we’ve done something similar with fruit and some vegetables such as little tomatoes, segmented peppers and pitted olives. Steffie has turned into a truly fruity woman. Tutti frutti, in fact. Now I’m planning the next phase of our exploration of her openings and especially her bowels.

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This story follows the events in “A Random Encounter.” I decided to expand on the Marshall’s adventures. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter Two: Marshall’s Big Night

Marshall staggered through the happy hour crowd at Butch’s Bar and Grill. His mind still reeled from the miracle he had just been a part of. A gorgeous, sultry, twenty-something had picked him, average guy personified, out of the crowd, dragged him to the bathroom and given him the best blow job of his life. Of course it was only the fourth blow job of his life, so he didn’t have a lot to go by; but he felt pretty certain that she knew what she was doing.

The mystery of why she would have chosen him still lingered, but he pushed it to the back of his mind and focused on enjoying the moment. He squirmed past knots of young professionals, at 35 he and his friends were definitely among the older people there, and made it back to his table. His friends were exactly where he had left them twenty minutes earlier. Paul, Dave and Matt were all pretty much like him; 35 and reluctantly coasting downhill toward middle age. The only real difference was that the three of them were all married and he was single. Once a month, they got together for happy hour and spent four or five hours drinking heavily and recounting the same stories of their glory years in high school and college. The married men believed their best days were behind them and seemed resigned to that fact. Still single, though, Marshall couldn’t let himself fall into that trap. He held onto a tiny spark of hope that his life would change. And so, he kept going on blind dates set up by well-meaning co-workers. He tried a dating service from time to time. And, on the rare occasions he went out on an evening, he would wander through the crowds, trying to be noticed. This time, it had happened; and he couldn’t wait to tell the guys about.

“Oh, my God,” he exclaimed as he slid into the booth next to Paul. “You are not going to believe what just happened to me!”

They turned towards him, glassy eyes struggling to focus.

“I was standing over by the bar, scoping out the crowd, when this smoking hot redhead comes up to me and tells me she wants blow me in the bathroom!”

Marshall’s friends’ looks of interest quickly turned into smirks of disbelief. Matt was the first to speak.

“Yeah right! Did you fall asleep right before this happened?

“No, I’m totally serious! She fucking pulled me into the women’s room and blew me in one of the stalls!”

Dave and Paul perked up a little and refocused their attention on him. It was one thing to bullshit about women you’d talked to and what you’d said; but it would definitely be out of character for Marshall to totally fabricate something like this.

“Are you serious,” asked Dave?

“Oh, give me a break!” Matt wasn’t buying it for a second. Stuff like that only happened in pornos. Nothing even remotely similar had ever happened to him, that was for sure. The fact that he’d married the first woman he ever slept with had nothing to do with it. Bathroom blowjobs were for pornos and Penthouse Letters, not middle-age schmucks in suburban bars.

Marshall looked from one of his friends to the other, sincerity and excitement written all over his face as he told the story of his encounter. When he finished, his friends Ümraniye Escort sat in stunned silence. Dave and Paul were completely convinced. Matt still harbored doubts, but he was impressed by the amount of detail Marshall had been able to provide. Paul raised his glass in a toast.

“Well damn! We gotta drink to that! To Marshall and to slutty redheads in bathrooms!”

They all raised their glasses and quickly emptied them. Matt waived to their waitress for another round while the others turned the conversation to their past sexual exploits, both real and imagined. Each trying to outdo the other with stories they had all heard a hundred times and that were embellished with every telling. Marshall usually felt inadequate during this part of the evening, Paul and Dave had been much more successful with women than their other two friends; but tonight was different. As usual, he didn’t get to contribute much to the sex talk; but he was buoyed by the knowledge that their escapades were ten years in the past. His had happened just minutes earlier.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Beers gave way to mixed drinks, which were then augmented with shooters. More toasts were made. More memories were shared. Again. By midnight, the friends were all well and truly drunk and they propped each other up as they made their way out of the bar. The warm, humid July air did nothing to clear their heads as they huddled outside on the sidewalk. As always, they lingered longer than necessary over their lives; three of them delaying their return to family life, the fourth to an empty apartment. Finally, the sultry conditions put an early end to the conversation and they called it a night. They exchanged man-hugs, right hands clasped, left arms around shoulders for a firm but brief embrace, and the group split up. Paul, Dave and Matt staggered to the parking lot and poured themselves into Dave’s car for the journey to the suburbs. Dave had no business driving, but twenty years of experience told them that he had the best chance of getting them home alive.

Marshall stepped to the curb and looked for a taxi. Midnight on a Friday in Fells Point, Baltimore is a lively hour, and it was only a couple minutes before an empty cab responded to his wave and pulled up in front of him. As he pulled open the door and slid into the backseat, he saw two young women doing the same thing from the other side. They all stared drunkenly at each other until Marshall, as unsure of himself as ever, stammered an apology and starting retreating from the taxi that was rightfully his.

“Wait a second,” slurred the closet of the two. ‘Where are you going, we can share.”

Marshall leaned back into the car, supporting himself on the roof. He fiercely willed his double-vision to abate long enough to get a good look at his erstwhile cabmates. Both seemed to be in their early to mid twenties. The one who had spoken long, lusturous blonde hair and ice blue eyes. As his eyes moved lower, they, almost, visibly popped out of his head. The girl’s plain white tank top looked near to exploding with the strain of holding in her incredible bosom. His eyes flashed for a second to the other girl, short, brunette hair done in a page boy, athletic body in a short, pink dress, before locking back at the mesmerizing cleavage of the first.

“Um… Escort Ümraniye Share?”

The blonde giggled and leaned out the door, reaching for his hand. She pulled him down onto the seat next to her as her companion spoke to the driver.

“We’re going to the Iguana Cantina at The Market.”

Marshall had been planning on going straight home to play some Madden ’06 on his Playstation, but another, closer, look at the girls had him nodding in agreement. The brunette, who was turning and introducing herself as Sam, had small breasts; but the long, muscular legs emerging from below the short hem of her dress more than made up for that deficiency. The blonde, Marshall noticed when he was finally able to tear his eyes from her chest, had deeply tanned skin with a taut belly, and pierced naval revealed by her cut-off, and almost transparent, top. A jean mini skirt completed her ensemble and revealed short, toned legs.

As the cab took a left on Eastern Avenue, the girls slid across the seat, the blonde pressing up tight against Marshall. He gulped as her breasts seemed to burn his upper arm with the contact. Her warm, alcohol-flavored breath tickled his cheek as she whispered to him.

“You were going our way, weren’t you?”

He gathered together all the courage he could muster, which was significantly bolstered by his recent bathroom encounter, and amazed himself by looking her in the eye.

“No doubt.”

“Good,” she replied as the cab straightened out and she leaned back toward her friend. “We like company, don’t we Sam?”

Sam flashed a brilliant smile at Marshall before locking eyes with the blond.

“We love company! This is Jenny, by the way. Isn’t she the hottest girl you’ve ever seen?”

“I believe she is,” he answered. Actually, Marshall thought her obviously-enhanced breasts were a little much and the revealing way she dressed was a little tacky; but he wasn’t about to offer those opinions.

“I’m Marshall. Do you girls live around here?”

They showed as much interest in learning his name as they did the cab driver’s. Their eyes remained locked together as they moved closer to each other on the seat.

“You are so much hotter than me, Sam. I would kill for these long legs of yours.”

As she spoke, she ran her left hand up and down her friend’s thigh, cupping her knee, then pushing up under the hem of her dress to stroke her upper leg.

“You’re crazy, Jen. I need a boob job so bad. Yours are unbelievable!”

As she discussed their merits, Sam reached out to cup the breasts she so admired. Her fingers grazed over the silky tops while she rubbed her palms firmly against the hard nipples poking through a lacy black bra and millimeter of cotton. Jenny only purred in reply and leaned in to cover Sam’s mouth with a kiss. Her hand moved further up the brunette’s leg and pushed between her thighs to cup her sex. Lust over came both girls as they threw themselves into each other with fervor. Sam pulled Jenny’s top and bra up over her massive breasts and lowered her head to suck a turgid nipple into her mouth. Jenny responded by pushing aside Sam’s brief panties and slipping a finger inside her.

Marshall’s jaw dropped open and he slammed his head against the door frame as he sagged backward in shock. He threw a glance to the driver, Ümraniye Escort Bayan who was simultaneously watching the road, watching the girls in the rearview mirror and doing his best to pretend he wasn’t even there. Marshall’s head swiveled back to the entangled pair beside him and he shook his head in disbelief. First, the redhead in the bar, now this. He couldn’t believe his luck! He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and watched.

Sam was licking and biting at one of Jenny’s nipples while her fingers worked the other, alternately pulling and pinching it. Her hips began to rise and fall to meet each thrust of her friends finger inside her. Sam moaned aloud while Jenny bit her bottom lip trying to keep from doing the same. Pleasure overcame Sam as Jenny added another finger and began moving them faster. She was panting heavily as she lifted her head rested her chin on her the blondes shoulder. Between cries, she caught sight of Marshall, watching them with open-mouthed delight and a growing bulge in his jeans. Quickly, she reached around her friend and pulled at his belt. In a daze, Marshall helped her undo his fly and pull down his pants and underwear.

Sam’s attention turned back to Jenny and their mouths locked together again in a soul-stirring kiss. Her hand, though, stayed with Marshall; circling his shaft and gliding up and down it in time with the thrusts of the fingers within her. Marshall groaned his appreciation. He half-turned on the seat and moved closer to Jenny, reaching around her to fill his hands with her breasts. Having watched Sam earlier, he knew how to treat them. He pinched and twisted her nipples, sending bolts of electricity through her highly-charged system. She broke her kiss and leaned back into him, her soft hair like heaven against his cheek. She pulled away slightly and took his ear lobe into her mouth, nipping at it, then licking all around his ear.

Sam’s breaths now came in short, rasping gasps as she neared her orgasm. She redoubled her efforts on Marshall’s cock drawing him along with her toward ecstasy. After only a few seconds more, it was all too much for Marshall. He jerked in the girls hand, and sprayed all over Jenny’s lower back.

“Aw fuck,” he panted and slumped backward away from them.

Jenny showed no reaction to his warm seed dripping down her back into the waistband of her skirt. She leaned forward and covered all of Sam’s small left breast with her mouth. She frantically fingered the brunette as she bit down hard on the girl’s nipple; knowing from many experiences that it would push her over the edge.

Sam screamed and clutched Jenny against her chest, half-sobbing into her hair.

“Yes!” She shrieked. “Oh, God!”

Jenny squeezed her back, holding her fingers motionless while Sam came down from her climax. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled them back out and kissed her friend tenderly. Together, they adjusted Jenny’s top and Sam massaged the stickiness on Jenny’s back into her skin as both regained their breath.

They kissed again and got out of the cab which, Marshall had failed to notice, had pulled up in front of the club several minutes earlier. As the girls waked hand-in-hand toward the door, He tucked his shrinking manhood into his pants and made himself presentable. He caught the driver’s eye in the rearview mirror and stammered in embarrassment.

“How much do I owe you, sir”

“No charge, buddy. Have a great night.”

Marshall thanked him as he got out and stumbled towards the club. It had already been the greatest night of his life, he thought. It certainly couldn’t get any better.

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Look at her, standing there in front of you while you sit. Now help her out of her clothes. Maybe keep the panties for good measure. Imagine how aroused she is. She’s horny, it’s obvious, the way she has been provocatively posing so sexually all day, teasing you. Imagine her arousal, she can’t control it, spilling out of her heat onto the gusset of her bikini, or thong. Victoria’s Secret. Think of how wet she’s getting. She can’t control it. She aches to be touched, to touch herself.

Now pull those panties off slowly. Maybe a string of her juices stretches as the confluence of the fabric that was so tightly held against her pussy is peeled off and down her legs. Can you smell her yet? There’s nothing you want more, and nothing she wants more, than to be with your head between her legs smelling her scent, and pleasuring her with your desirous tongue. But wait, take it slow. Let the desire build.

After the panties are removed, they’re set aside for a reminder later, a time capsule of her lust. Now look at her again, completely naked. Look at her face, delighted in the aspect of what’s to come. Look at her hair, her breasts, the soft curves of her torso, and her hips down to her long smooth legs. Everything about her is a perfect embodiment of feminine beauty. She is woman. Now look at her back—soft outlines of her spine and shoulder blades lead down to the small of her back, in itself a beautiful sight, but tempting and teasing of what lies just below. The pert curves of her butt meld perfectly into her back, and her legs.

Again, you, and she, want to feel contact so bad, to feel your bodies and hands all over. Now follow her curves to her center, her most private and precious part, flowing with her nectar, the essence of her, from her belly button down to the slight mound above the lips of her inner thighs. A tiny wisp of downy fur leads the way. It’s light brown, lighter than her gorgeous hair. Look at the slit that is the parting of her labia. Her skin is softest there. It’s amazing, how could her skin be any softer? You can barely see the pink flesh of her inner labia, and her clit, swollen with desire. A tiny glare glistens on it, an indication of her uncontrolled moistness.

She lets out a soft moan when you lay your hands on her. You rest them just her shoulders, feeling the Kundu Escort softness of her skin. She gently sways as you lightly glide your hands over her curves, down her torso, you lightly circle her breast and her nipple peaks at the touch. More firm now, but still gentle, you rest your full hands on her breasts, cupping the warm soft flesh. Her eyes are closed. You glance back down at her heat, glistening more now. As she slowly thrusts her pelvis forward, trying to find something to touch her, you see her nectar has overflowed from within and now glistens on her outer lips.

You take her left nipple into your mouth, sucking it softly. She whimpers. She wants, needs, to be pleased. You let your hands wander more, drifting down her sides to her hips. You just hold her for a moment, fighting every whim of your body to pull her against you. Slowly, your hands wander back and down, cupping her perfect butt. Drifting more, they meet at the bottom of her smooth crevasse and you graze her pussy. She notices, just as you do. Such a graze is explosive and tantalizing. You feel just a bit of wetness on your hand, it nearly breaks your will, but you tease on.

You pull her to you by her butt, and again take her nipple into your mouth, only this time, with the warmth of her body against yours. She’s already breathing loudly, and you can feel her trying to press herself against you. You remove your mouth, but replace it with a hand. You kiss below her breast. Then lower. And Lower. You meander around her torso to her belly button and lightly trace it with your tongue. You swear you can smell her now, so close to her source, but with the fury within you, it could be imagined.

You remove your hand from her chest, and trace your fingers down to meet her belly button, just looking at her as you do this. She’s looking down at you, her eyes begging to be pleased, begging for you to dive into her and taste her. You trace your hand lightly below her belly, barely touching her skin until you’re just above her mound. You’re on her mound. You stop, and linger. Brushing over the light fur that covers the mons. You move your face in closer, as if to examine every detail of her. You can smell her now. You’re sure of it. That distinct musky smell is entirely unique. It seems so innocent, out of her control, Kundu Escort Bayan but it’s so potent in its carnal nature it could drive the most sane man-or woman-mad. This smell is HER. It is her essence, the distilled beauty of her sexual and feminine form, concentrated in one small area between her legs, so loving, so invited-so tempting.

You literally have to back away to keep yourself from diving in. She gasps longingly, begging for this tease to end. Your hand moves lower, grazing her slit, and she bucks wildly, pleading for more pressure. But your hand is already back on her pelvis. Some of her caught on your finger. You rub it between it and your thumb. Its filmy slickness is so pure and purposeful. This is a multisensual experience, and you want to experience every one.

You are losing your will to wait. You grab her hips and kiss her belly button. Grazing your lips on her stomach as you drift lower. Straight down towards her pussy you go, stopping right on her slit. You hover. So close. Your lips are almost resting on hers, almost. They now fully glisten with a coasting of her juices. You’re dizzy at the potency of her scent. You kiss her slit right above her clit, barely pressing your lips against her. She shudders and lets out a gasp. But you drift away and continue to tease.

You must experience all of her. You kiss to the right where her leg meets her pussy, and down her inner thigh with your hands on her hips. She’s still bucking at the air. Your hands drop down to stroke her slender legs, and up again to cup the bottom of her buttocks. You begin to make your way back to her center, and she can take it no longer, nor can you.

Her heat finds your mouth, and you’re ready to please her, but you still take it slow. You hover a moment again, taking in her beauty and erotic scent before landing another light kiss. Only, instead of drifting away this time, you follow it with another kiss on her labia, only firmer. And another. And one more, open-mouthed as your tongue passes through your lips, and then hers. She holds your head and purses her hips, pressing herself into you, as she moans. Your tongue, at last, caresses her. You slowly slide it up and around her clit, slightly prolonging the teasing. Her nectar coats it. You are taken aback by her taste. Escort Kundu It’s electric, so utterly sexual. So purely her. Her smell, her taste, and her warmth culminate and drive you insane. You are enthralled in her, nothing could distract you from this.

You continue to slowly massage the sides of her clit then move down, to her source. You dip your tongue into her opening. It’s tight. And hot. Her taste is concentrated here. She is surrounding your tongue. You savor her taste before venturing back up to her pleasure button, this time pressing your tongue onto her clit full on. She gasps and grinds her hips into you harder.

You flick your tongue over her and her breathing is evidence of your actions. She’s pressing you into her. She wants you to be part of her. For a moment she seems like she may already be over the edge. You slow down. But only for a moment as you move your hand from her hip to help you please her. You find her opening. You coat your finger in her lube and slowly press inside her. It slides with her wetness, but her tightness grips you. She tries to stifle a whelp. Her core holds your finger hard as you thrust it in and out, slowly. You keep flicking your tongue over her clit as you finger her.

Her moans and breathing are becoming less controlled. She thrusts rhythmically against you, and you follow her rhythm. You slide another finger in and pick up the pace. Her juices coat your fingers, and you can here her wetness as you thrust in and out of her hot core. She pushes herself onto your fingers. When they can go no deeper, she rides them. Her breathing becomes more rapid and erratic. She lets out moans. You take her clit into your mouth. Sucking it gently, she clenches her hand that’s been entwined in your hair. This set her over the edge. She gasps and shudders as she begins her climax. You continue to suck savoring her flavor and passion. Her muscles contract and grip your fingers, and her hips thrust forward as she releases the waves of pleasure. Her climax seems to last for eternity as she trembles at your hand before she begins to come back.

Only when she’s stopped shuddering, and only trembles slightly do you release her clit from your mouth and remove your fingers from inside her. She doesn’t want to let you go. She is clenching around your fingers, but you reluctantly slide out, your fingers thickly coated with her wetness. She lets out a final gasp as you do this and then collapses into you, spent. As she rests her head on your chest, you suck your fingers clean, tasting her orgasm. She is satisfied, for now.

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Its six am and you’re bitching already. I know you had a rough night last night, but how on earth does anyone wake up angry? I burrow down under the covers. Hiding from your mood. I hear your exasperated sigh; can almost feel you rolling your eyes at me.

Dim morning light barely filters through the comforter. The air is stale and warm. Almost stifling. I don’t want to stay, but I don’t want to come out either. I don’t blame you for being in a shitty mood, but that doesn’t mean I want to deal with it.

Slowly but surely an idea takes hold and a smile creeps across my face.

I feel my way with my hands, your thighs tensing and relaxing as my fingers find them and follow them. Down. Back up. Slowly. Over your hips. Tugging at the waistband of your pajamas.

I drop little kisses on your belly as I work them down over your hips. And lower. You’re getting hard already, but not fully there yet. I kiss your thigh, nibbling a bit, and feel you swell against my cheek.

From outside of the covers I hear you sigh and I smile. You’re not exasperated anymore. You shift one leg, bending your knee to give me room to climb between your legs- part invitation and part demand. I accept both. My hands are on the insides Side Escort of your thighs now and you’re moving your hips. I know what you want.

Not yet.

I press my lips to that soft vulnerable spot right at the junction of leg, hip and groin. Rubbing my cheek against the silky skin of your swelling dick- on purpose this time. Letting my hot breath spill out, inhaling it right back in with the concentrated scent of you.

Stifled under these sheets I suddenly feel urgent and demanding. I open my mouth wide and suck one of your balls into it, swirling my tongue against it as it tightens. You grunt and jerk and I feel the weight of your hand on my head through the sheets. I suck harder, pulling away, and let it pop out of my mouth, immediately moving to the other one.

Your dick is fully hard now and bobbing around with a mind of its own, bumping my nose and forehead in its search for somewhere warm and wet to bury itself. I squeeze your thighs to keep myself from fisting you, stroking you, pumping you until you explode.

Not yet.

My tongue presses between your balls, massaging, separating them, sliding upto the base of your dick, slowly spreading spit up the ridge along the underside of Side Escort Bayan your shaft. All the way to that spot just under the head, pressing there in little circles, exhaling over the tight skin at the head. I see the drop form in the muted darkness and I want to taste it.

Not yet.

Back down to the base, I lick slowly up the left side, the the right, underneath again, you’re shifting constantly now, dying for me to take you in my mouth and suck. I am too.

Not yet.

I keep licking, teasing you with my fingertips on your belly, thighs, balls. You shove your hands under the sheets and grab my ponytail, steering me where you want me to go. I wonder if you can hear my giggle.

Your other hand fists your dick and you blindly try to get it in my mouth, thumping it against my cheeks and lips. I take pity and close both hands around yours, stilling you so I can drag my tongue slowly over the head of your dick, the long low moan you make making me squirm with my own need to be touched.

I close my lips around the head and suck. Hard. My tongue swirling around and around. Flicking the little hole at the tip. Tasting the liquid leaking out.

You move your hand out of the way, Escort Side turning me loose, stroking my cheek, feeling the way my lips are stretched around you, my jaw straining as I take you deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I suck.

More, I want more. My lips reach my hand and I squeeze and suck at the same time. Your hips lift up as you press the back of my head with both hands, lodging yourself in my throat. I gag and try to swallow around you while your fingers tangle in my hair painfully, holding me in place.

I know you love this. I do too. It makes me feel powerful, being able to take your anger and turn it into something else.

You start thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. Still not quite able to breathe, my tongue undulates wildy against your shaft and my fingers let go of your dick to grasp your hips, turning control over to you. I can’t help writhing with anticipation.

I want you to come. I need you to.

You pull me up by my hair so I can catch my breath- as if I could in the smothering darkness. I don’t care. I plunge back down, in attack mode, fully focused on one thing.

Come. Come in my mouth. Let me feel you swell and throb. Let me taste you. Make me swallow it down and keep sucking as you soften in my mouth, leaving me somewhere between sated and dying with my own need, my cheek resting on your thigh, your hands tangled in my ruined ponytail. Hiding under the covers.

I hope you’re in a better mood. I could really use some coffee.

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Bobby exited the airport in the small Canadian city to flag down a cab. He was hell bent on getting to Debbie’s place as quickly as he could. Already his cock was hardening at the thought of finally meeting her and holding her in his arms. She had become very important to him in such a short time. Her pictures had held him at bay for a while, but he could stand it no longer. He had to meet this incredible woman ASAP!

Bobby gave the cabbie Debbie’s address and as they drove, he thought of all the emails and phone calls he and Debbie shared. Some of them had gotten very hot! Finally he was on his way to meet her. He wished the cab driver would drive faster……..

Debbie rushed to fill the kitchen sink with hot water. She was trying to get her apartment cleaned up before Bobby arrived. She was only wearing a bra and thong, not wanting to get her dress dirty while she cleaned up.

As Debbie raced through the dishes, she recalled the conversation she and Bobby had several nights before. The plans they made to meet were coming to fruition. It seemed forever in coming. The day had finally arrived when they would meet.

Debbie was in her own little world and did not hear the door when it opened. Bobby stepped inside and quietly closed the door, locking it. He moved up behind Debbie and placed his hands on her hips. Debbie jumped and tried to turn around.

“Don’t move!” Bobby commanded as his arms wrapped around her.

“Oh my God Bobby, is that you? I have to get dressed!” Debbie said, “I wanted everything to be per—–“

“You’re perfect the way you are.” Bobby interrupted her.

Debbie relaxed in his arms, so thrilled he was finally there.

Debbie leaned against the sink as Bobby knelt down İkitelli Escort behind her. His hands moved all over her smooth ass. She moaned softly.

“Oh my God, Debbie that ass looks so hot in that red thong!” Bobby cried out.

Debbie felt her knees weaken as he kissed all over her round cheeks. Bobby moved her thong to one side and his fingers moved up between her thighs and touched her already moist pussy lips. Her legs, with no will of their own, opened wider, inviting him to touch her more.

“Oh Bobby, that feels soooo good! Don’t stop!” Debbie whispered hoarsely.

But Bobby had no intention of stopping. He ran the tip of his tongue down to her pussy and tasted her sweetness. Debbie couldn’t help but push back against his tongue. Wanting it to invade her wet hole.

Bobby’s cock was straining for release from his jeans. He wanted to bury his cock in between those fat cunt lips. Standing, he tugged at his zipper. His cock sprang forward and he took it in his hand. Teasingly Bobby slid the head from her ass to her clit.

Debbie moved back in an attempt to swallow up his hard cock.

“Fuck me Bobby! Fuck me now!”

Bobby didn’t need to be told twice. They had been waiting for this moment for so long. He watched as his engorged cock slid easily into Debbie’s wet hole. Her pussy muscles worked at his cock, milking it. He moved in and out, in and out of his woman’s wet cunt. Thrusting forward deeper, Bobby buried it to the balls! At the same time Debbie pushed back against him.

“Bobbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I’m cummmiiiiiiiinnngggg!” Debbie cried out, “fuck me! fuck me hard!”

Bobby started to fuck her harder. His hands gripped her hips and he worked his cock back and forth. Escort İkitelli His balls were slapping against her swollen clit.

“Cum in my ass Bobby! Fill my ass with your cum!” Debbie cried out.

Bobby pulled his cock from her swollen cunt and eased the head into her tight asshole. Her tightness drove him insane as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his rod. That was all he needed. His hips jerked forward and Debbie could feel his cum spewing deep into her ass, causing an orgasm of her own. Her contactions around his cock drove him crazy.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh! BABY Take it all!” Bobby cried out, draining his balls in her tight ass.

Pulling back, Bobby’s cock popped out. Debbie leaned back against his chest trying to catch her breath.

Bobby held Debbie close and turned her around in his arms. Her arms went up around his neck and her tits pressed against his chest. His lips covered hers as their tongues danced. Debbie moaned softly into his mouth.

“Bobby I’m so happy you are here! I love you sooo much!” Debbie told him.

“I love you too baby!” Bobby replied.

They made their way into the shower, lathering each other up. Bobby couldn’t get enough of this woman he loved. His hands roamed all over her entire body. She didn’t disappoint him in the least.

Drying off, they went into the bedroom to lay on the bed. Bobby held her close, not wanting to ever let go.

“Debbie, I have a question to ask you,” Bobby suddenly said.

“What’s that?” Debbie asked.

Bobby jumped up and got down on one knee beside the bed, “Debbie, I know this has been a whirlwind relationship for us, but I love you so much and want you with me FOREVER. İkitelli Escort Bayan Will you do me the honour of being my wife? Will you marry me?” he asked.

Debbie’s heart was racing. Seeing Bobby here, now, she realized how much she really did love him and need him. She had given him such a hard time when he broached the subject during the hundreds of phone calls he made to her.

“Yes, Bobby, I will marry you!” Debbie whispered, tears in her eyes.

Bobby wrapped his arms around his fiance and pressed his lips to hers. Their tongues met in the dance of love. Debbie pressed herself closer to Bobby’s chest, almost as if she was trying to get inside him. She was aching to be so close to him.

Bobby pushed her back on the bed, and made a trail of wet kisses down her neck, he stopped to suckle on each nipple, flicking his tongue around each areola. Debbie gasp as Bobby continued on down her tummy to stop and dip his tongue in her belly button.

Then he made his way down to kiss her smooth pussy mound. The very tip of his tongue snaked its way into the top of her pussy slit, barely touching her clit. Debbie moaned loudly, as she tried to move upwards to get more of Bobby’s tongue into her pussy. Bobby held back a bit, teasing her.

Debbie’s clit grew larger as Bobby sucked it full into his mouth. Debbie placed her hands on the back of Bobby’s head and pulled him into her, grinding her pussy full on his mouth.

“Ohhhhh fuckkk Bobby, I’m going to cummmmmmmmm!” Debbie cried out, “I love youuuuuuu!”

With that, Debbie’s cunt spasmed as her orgasm washed over her. Her whole body trembled beneath the man she loved.

Bobby moved up her body, planting a lick here and there, to kiss her full on the mouth. Debbie slipped her arms around him, holding him closer.

Debbie was the happiest she had ever been in her life. She knew their life together would be all that he promised. No man had ever come close to making her feel that way…………till Bobby.

THE END

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Two people were going on a camping trip. As they excitedly packed the car and the boat, the girl ran inside to make a quick phone call. They were almost all ready to go. The girl, Lauren called Ryan inside, up to their bedroom. She told him before they hit the road for the long 4 hour drive to northern Wisconsin she wanted a little something. So she took off her pants and underwear and tank top, then grabbed Ryan and pulled off his belt then undid his jeans. She could already feel him growing hard as she pulled off his underwear and jeans. while she was doing that he pulled off his shirt. Ryan grabbed Lauren and kissed her, whispering in her ear, “we gotta make this fast.” They were both totally ready to go and Ryan reached down to Lauren’s clit and started to rub it, and stuck a few fingers in her to see how ready she really was. Lauren sucked on Ryan’s earlobe as he massaged her breasts and slid inside of her. Ryan was ready to cum not long after sliding inside Lauren. But they changed positions so they were sitting up facing each other and he rubbed her clit as she reached below them and massaged his balls. That was all it took and Ryan exploded inside of her. This sure was a quickie but they needed to get on the road. Lauren slid off him and they got dressed and jumped in the car for the drive up north.

Ryan didn’t know exactly the plans of the weekend Yeşilyurt Escort except that they were camping on an island. 4 hours and a hand job later, they arrived at a dock where they would put there boat in to go over to the island. Grabbing everything to put into the boat that wasn’t already in they loaded it into the water, parked the car and headed to the island.

At the island the two started the fire and started to make dinner as it was getting late. They had a nice quick dinner, and watched the sunset from their private island campsite. After dinner they were going to climb up the hill on the center of the island and sleep, even though they had a tent.

Lauren and Ryan climbed to the top, armed with a tarp and their sleeping bag, they wouldn’t need anything else. As it was an abnormally warm Wisconsin summer with few mosquitoes it was perfect. They laid down the tarp and the sleeping bag, took off their clothes and walked around. It was soo wonderful to be able to be naked out in the open. Both got tired and a little cold, so they crawled into the sleeping bag, laid back and watched the stars.

Lauren rolled onto her side, looking at Ryan, while her hands brushed across his stomach and down to his penis. She stroked it, and as she did she felt herself grow wet. Ryan moaned as she stroked him. She lightly scratched Yeşilyurt Escort Bayan the inside of his thighs and around his cock with her nails, as she did this he kissed her hard, she could feel how much he wanted her. He rolled over on to his side so they were facing each other. Lauren wrapped her leg around him and he started to finger her. That didn’t last long as she was stroking him, and he was quite wet, and not from her. She also was pretty wet. He massaged her clit till she was really close. Then Ryan slid inside her. She said to him she’d always dream of making love under the stars with him. He went in and out of her, they both felt soo good to one another neither wanted to change positions or move. Lauren climbed on top of Ryan and rode him, he grabbed her breasts and sucked on them and played with them.

Lauren leaned down to kiss Ryan, then sat back up, she moved in such a way that he really liked, she could tell he was really really close, and she kept on doing what she was doing, but while she did that she rubbed her clit she wanted to cum at the same time as him. Unfortunately she was too slow. He grabbed her and pulled her close as he came in her. He came soo hard that he couldn’t move, Ryan just held her close for a few minutes until he could move again, they were both very sweaty, but sweet sweat. She Escort Yeşilyurt rolled off him, and as she did she noticed by the moonlight he was still hard. Lauren unzipped the sleeping bag some more and slid down to his still hard cock, She began to lick off their combined juices. Ryan moaned and moved so he could lick her at the same time. He loved the way they tasted together. Ryan licked and sucked on Lauren’s clit, getting her all hot and dripping even more. He could feel her getting close, and she was getting him pretty close. The way she licked and sucked him and played with his balls really turned him on. Ryan continued and they both came at the same time.

Lauren slid up and kissed Ryan. They both laid back relaxed and happy as they fell asleep watching the stars.

In the middle of the night, Ryan woke up because he thought he heard something in the forest. He must have been imagining it but he wrapped his arms tighter around Lauren and drifted back to sleep. Later he woke up from an amazing dream horny as can be, to find Lauren awake stroking him. She had one had on his cock and the other rubbing herself. They went for a second round that night as the sun began to rise in the sky. After that they fell back to sleep for a few hours. Waking up starving they decided to head back to camp to make breakfast and have a morning swim. They folded up the tarp and sleeping bag, grabbed their clothes, but didn’t put them on, but DID put on their tennis shoes and headed back to camp. On the way down, they both really appreciated their nakedness. By the time they got back they were both ready for a nice skinny dip together then breakfast.

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ADULT MOVIE THEATRE

My husband had wanted us to go to one of the last true porn houses in our city for quite some time and I finally agreed. I wasn’t sure what to expect but was pretty sure he wanted to show me off in front of the patrons in the theatre, which I must admit excited me but I was also a little nervous. I dressed a little grungy, an old flannel shirt with a few holes in it and a missing button or two, no bra, old worn blue jeans and tennis shoes. He loved the shirt because of the strategic holes and gaps that it created allowed pretty good glimpses of my naked tits.

When we got there, he parked near a light in the parking lot and gave me a little pep talk and began fondling my breasts telling me how sexy I was. We were soon making out in our car like teenagers and his hands had unbuttoned all the buttons of my shirt and he was sucking away on my nipples in no time. I was getting hot and eased the seat back down a bit which allowed him a little more freedom to unbutton my jeans and start fingering my moist pussy. Not surprisingly, we soon had an audience of one looking in our window. I told my husband about it and he looked up and smiled at the guy and backed away a bit so he could get a better look at my naked tits. He then took his finger from my pussy and brought it up to my lips so I could suck it clean and suggested that I give our new friend a show.

I eased my pants and panties down to expose my cunt to him and my husband helped slide the pants over my knees which allowed me to spread my legs a bit. I began squeezing my nipple with one hand and fingering my dripping wet pussy with the other. I then brought my finger up to my husband’s mouth to suck and started playing with both my tits while my husband played with Esenyurt Escort my quim. The guy had his dick out and was beating it furiously until I heard him grunt and he shot his wad all over our window and smeared it around with his cock. That made me feel cheap and sexy at the same time knowing this guy came while looking at me naked. My husband rolled the window down and asked the guy if he enjoyed the show. He said yeah, stuck his hand through the window and ran it over my naked belly, down to my pussy and over my legs. He then thanked us, zipped up and went to his car. I was ready, now, for the theatre.

I made myself presentable but only buttoned two of the buttons on my shirt. We went inside to buy tickets and the manager looked at me and smiled a bit telling us that there was a couples only section on the last six rows of the left side. We thanked him and walked in, standing at the door while our eyes adjusted to the darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed there were single men scattered around the theatre and a few standing against the back wall. Some guys were standing or sitting together, jacking or sucking off their partner. I seemed to be the only woman there.

We went to the first row of the couples only section. It had a pretty good gap between it and the next row of seats. My husband sat three seats in and had me sit on the second seat in so guys could see me as they walked up and down the aisle. As we watched the movie my husband began playing with my tits through my shirt, tweaking my nipples and before long we were kissing furiously. He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed me back in my seat so that other men could see my soft breasts with their rock hard nipples. Guys started walking up and down the aisle Esenyurt Escort Bayan to get a better look and two sat in the row in front of us, not bothering to look at the movie, they were blatant about looking at us make out. I was getting hot and horny and grabbed my husband’s cock through his pants. I took off my shirt completely and handed it to my husband, unzipped his pants and freed his rock hard prick. His dick isn’t real long but it is thick and the head is so smooth, I loved running my lips over that giant head of his, topless, while being watched by some strangers. He was getting close to cumming but didn’t want to yet so he pulled me off of his cock and began to administer to my aching nipples. I just sat back in the seat and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of him nibbling, licking and sucking on my hard nips.

He wasn’t satisfied with that though and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I helped him, I was so hot I wanted to get fucked and I liked the idea of being naked in front of a bunch of strangers, acting a like a two bit whore. I took my shoes off, but we only got my pants down to my ankles when my husband began kissing me again and brought me leaning towards him. This exposed my ass to these strange sets of eyes and my husband stuck his tongue down my throat while caressing my side, back and butt. I felt another set of hands on my bare legs and noticed that someone had slipped into the seat beside me. My husband had waved the younger one from the row in front of us over to that seat and he quickly complied. My husband broke off the kissing and had me sit back. I looked over at the stranger then down at his hand as he ran his hands up my thigh, over my pelvis and belly then began to softly Escort Esenyurt caress one of my breasts. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation while my husband to this opportunity to slip my pants and panties completely off. The stranger replaced his hand with his mouth on my nipple and moved his hand to my pussy. I spread my legs wide to let him have access to it and he expertly massaged my pussy and clit until I screamed in orgasm. I held his hand to my cunt as I humped it furiously. As I came off of that orgasm, my husband handed him a rubber.

My new friend stood up, unzipped his pants and I helped him pull them down, took the rubber and slipped it over the tip of his engorged cock and worked it down with my mouth. It was tough to do with just my mouth since his cock was about 7 or 8 inches long and almost as thick as my husband’s. I did the best I could with my blow job and kept him hard but we both wanted a fuck so I stood up and bent over my seat giving him access to my cunt through the backside. He wasted no time positioning himself behind me and guiding his dick in. It was then that I noticed that there were men sitting or standing all around us, including the manager. My friend slowly stroked in and out, increasing the speed until he had to cum. He began to be more forceful and I could feel another orgasm building in me. He grabbed my hips and with one last deep thrust, he screamed and shot his load inside me. This brought me off as well making more noise than what was on the screen. Before I had a chance to thank him, he zipped himself up and disappeared into the lobby. My husband gathered up my clothes and escorted me naked up the aisle and into the lobby and to the lady’s room where he handed me my clothes so that I could get dressed. We left and went home, where we had one of the hottest fuck sessions we have ever had. We never repeated that night at that theatre but we did have similar adventures, each one becoming a little more risqué.

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This flashback is part of a larger story, and tells of an incident which shaped Becky, a character in “The Chess Bet.” I would love any feedback, and am always open to suggestions. More flashbacks can be found on my profile.

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In her first year of freedom from the confines of convent school, 18-year-old Becky was initially sure she would flounder without supervision.

She’d grown up with a rigid schedule of strictly enforced waking times, morning devotions, classes, grace, meals, afternoon prayers, sports, chapel, homework and evening prayer. Her parents had always been traveling, and never seemed to have any time for her. She could remember little before she started boarding, and not much more of her fifth and sixth years of life. Structure and order had been her constant partners and she had not once conceived of a world without them. Chess had been one of the very few pleasures the nuns considered acceptable, and had indeed been the one indulgence she allowed herself.

Even during the occasional school holiday spent at home and not on a mission or a camp, she had kept largely to herself, following a rigid schedule of reflection and prayer. The pleasures of the flesh had never occurred to her as relevant; that was for marriage, a path that she doubted very much would be hers.

At the time of her graduation from high school, Becky had received blessings from all the nuns who had watched her grow up. Her passion for youth work and charitable nature had endeared her to all who knew her, and her sweet disposition and innocence made the nuns sure that she Şerifali Escort would spread their convictions far, and live a life of purity. Many were convinced they would see her soon again. After all, arranging for Becky to join a party of traveling missionaries would certainly show her how lucky she had been at the convent.

Becky had been of a similar opinion when she had set out to spread the word. She was determined in her calling to holy orders and sure of her faith. Her first assignment, however, would change one of those facts forever.

In the first rural village to which she’d been sent, several hours’ drive away from the convent, the three older nuns accompanying Becky tasked her with inviting the locals to a gathering that evening. She had been allowed out on her own for a few hours, provided that she returned before curfew. A stack of pamphlets and a bottle of water in her bag, she had set off towards the farms on the outskirts of town with the sisters’ encouragement.

A young woman, high up in an apple tree, called to Becky as she approached the crossroads. The stranger’s hair was red, contrasting with the sky blue of her flowing dress. She made her way down the ladder and over to Becky, holding a crisp red apple out towards the blonde’s mouth.

“Bite and tell me what you think,” the redhead grinned, a tinkling laugh behind the words. “It’s our first crop of the year.” She took one step toward Becky, whose mouth was hanging slightly open, distracted by the way the dress seemed to cover little of the redhead’s generous assets.

Becky tentatively Şerifali Escort Bayan nibbled at the apple before taking a bite and savouring the sweet juice in her mouth. The redhead laughed with joy as she watched Becky enjoying the taste of her crop.

With every movement, the redhead – Imelda, Becky would later discover – exposed just a little more cleavage, her translucent dress slipping off one shoulder, then the other, then dipping deeply in the front. Becky had never seen such a dress in reality before; all she had known were rough garments meant to cover and hide her womanly curves. The nuns had frowned upon any unnecessary skin being shown; consequently, she was still largely unaware of just how alluring her heavy breasts were. Suddenly, her dress’s long sleeves and heavy fabric seemed so unnatural.

Many of Becky’s nocturnal research sessions featured a beautiful woman, lithe, experienced and keen to share the secrets of the female body. She had, however, never before met a woman who matched the picture in her head. Imelda radiated calm confidence, clearly aware of her beauty, but it seemed almost an afterthought.

“Sweet, yes?” the full-lipped redhead murmured, drawing closer to Becky. Her mouth suddenly dry, it was all Becky could do to nod. Imelda smelt of apples, mixed with fresh grass. She seemed totally at home in the outdoors, her bare feet comfortable in the warm soil of the summer.

Imelda lifted a small tanned hand and gently cupped Becky’s face. “I see you are sweet too.” Becky’s face coloured, enjoying the warm touch Escort Şerifali of another woman’s warm hand. She barely had a moment to think before a pair of soft lips pressed against hers, unexpected but genuinely welcomed.

Becky raised a tentative hand to Imelda’s neck, twisting the girl’s plentiful curls in her fingers. She dared to open her mouth a little and was delighted to find Imelda reciprocating her actions and then deepening the kiss even further.

Imelda pressed her petite breasts more urgently against Becky, her nipples rapidly hardening. Becky’s first experience of someone’s soft, warm breasts pushed against her body was a revolution. The sudden unfamiliar ache between her legs took her by surprise. For the first time, the innocent convent girl understood the nuns’ warnings; lust was indeed a powerful force, strong enough to make her forget her convictions of a lifetime. She allowed her other hand to drop to Imelda’s small waist and pull the supple body towards her.

Imelda’s breath was sweet like apples, her lips soft. Her tongue clearly had experience; either that, or she had perfect instincts, Becky thought, as she brought her own tongue to meet Imelda’s.

That one kiss changed everything. Becky lasted only another week in the mission group. She realised very soon that she was in no way suited to the life of a nun; the thoughts and passions awakened within her would never be tamed. She would spend the next few weeks desperately applying to any university which would have her. She was fortunate indeed that she had always been such a hardworking student; her grades were good enough that she could join the university three weeks into the year.

She was lucky indeed. After a chance meeting with Susan in the university grounds one day, she found the people who would help her put that blushing virgin so much further behind her.

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You lean back in the chair behind your huge desk on the side of your classroom as you inspect your history students working quietly on an in class assignment. You glance at the clock, five minutes left. You can’t wait to get home and relax for a while. Your eyes wander the room aimlessly until you rest upon eyes looking back at you. I quickly avert my eyes when we connect but you keep your gaze. I sit at my small desk, legs crossed, eyes lowered, resting the tip of my pen on my bottom lip.

You inspect my body closer. I wear a thin white blouse, that is stretched over my firm young breasts. You can see the outline of my bra. You see that the blouse is neatly tucked into a short grey skirt that ends at my mid-thighs. Licking your lips, your eyes move down my long legs to my knit socks and Mary Janes. You suddenly feel an urge for me. You can imagine taking me on the cold floor of the classroom. Your hands roaming up my thighs, undoing the buttons on my blouse with your teeth. You notice that I am looking back up at you, smiling sweet. I flick the tip of my pen with my tongue and then turn back to my work.

You lean forward in the chair, getting more aroused with every move I make. Watching me, you decide that you are too horny to take care of this yourself. You’re sure I like you too, you will hold me after class and teach me things I will learn no where else. You glance at the clock, two minutes. You take a deep breath and tap your pencil on the hard wood of your desk top. Never has the clock ticked by so slowly. You watch me finish and slip my things into my backpack. The class is starting to get restless.

“Okay class,” you call out. There is some assignment for them but you can’t get your brain to think history. “No homework,” you pronounce, giving up. The bell rings and everyone is up in a flash, rushing to put their essays on your desk. I move slowly and soon I am the only one left.

“Could I talk to you about this essay?” You are Yakacık Escort stunned at how easy this will be.

“Of course,” you say quickly, imagining yourself licking my inner thighs, up and down. I walk around to your side of the desk and lean my hip against the top. My skirt is pushed up a bit and you try not to look at the tanned flesh of my upper thigh. You fail and I notice with a smile. I slide my hand down my hip and, with my pointer finger, slide the skirt up a little higher and watch your reaction. You are jumping for the door in a second and dead bolting it. You quickly pull down the slide over the window and turn back toward me.

“You are one of my best students,” you mutter. I flash a dirty smile.

“I am good at a lot of things.” Quickly I jump up onto your big desk, feeling the hard wood beneath my fingers. “I think here will do,” I say with a bat of my eyelids. Just the thought of taking me on your desk makes you hard and I gesture for you to come over with my finger. You quickly come over and push my short skirt up around my hips, reveling white cotton panties. I spread my legs and you stand in between them. Playing with your tie, I kiss your neck softly.

You put your hands on my thighs and rub them, up and down, and up again. I moan softly at your touch and slip the tie from around your neck. As I undo each button on your dark blue shirt I kiss down your chest. Soon I have it all the way undone and you help me slip it from your shoulders. I smile and place my hands on your shoulders, rubbing them slightly. I move my hands form your shoulders, up your neck, and into your hair in a swifting motion that makes you shiver in pleasure.

You move your hands to my blouse and stumble with the tiny buttons. In a second you are done and you open it to reveal a white cotton bra covering my 38C’s. My nipples are hard already and you are quick to remove the bra. You look at me for a second, admiring my young perkiness. Yakacık Escort Bayan Then you move forward, wrapping your warm mouth around one of my nipples. I groan in ecstasy at the feel of you sucking on my nipple. You lick rings around it then suck it again, making me moan and shiver. I direct you to my other longing nipple and you continue the sucking and licking pleasure. After a while you continue down my stomach to where my skirt is still bunched up. We both look at each other, then you hungrily attack it, trying to get it off. I wriggle my hips to help you and soon I am left in nothing but my white panties, which are already soaked with my juices.

Seeing my soaked panties makes you so hot that you immediately slip them off my hips and press my knees to each side of your waist. I smile down at you and you start to kiss me again. A sweet kiss on the mouth and then down my neck, harder. Down, tracing my collar bone. Then, licking my nipples, down my breasts. Farther, across my stomach, pausing to explore my belly button. By now I am almost pushing your head down with anticipation. Finally, you reach my mound, pausing for a second.

“Please,” I beg. You smile at me and hungrily lick up my sweetness. You feel yourself pressing hard against your slacks as you run your tongue over my clitoris, making it hard immediately. You spread my lips with your hands and plunge into my slit. I moan deep with pleasure and clench my fingernails into your back. “Yes,” I say softly. You know I am almost ready and take your mouth away from me. Quickly, we work together to disgard of your slacks and they are off in a second. I grab your growing cock in my hand and run it up and down quickly. I can’t wait that long for you. I use one hand on your balls and the other keeps moving on your cock. Soon you are ready for me too and you go to position your self at my opening. I spread my lips for you, feeling my juices run down my thighs onto your Escort Yakacık desk. You rub my slit slightly with the head of your cock, teasing me. “I need you now,” I growl deeply. You are quick to respond and slide yourself into me partly. I lick my lips with a deep breath and place my hands on your bare ass.

Then with a quick shove you are in me fully and I can feel you fill me completely. I toss my head back with a mix of growls and moans. You ram me with full force, knowing you are so close. You feel my nails dig into your ass as you pump me and then with a throaty sound you feel the walls of my vagina shudder as a gigantic orgasm grips my body. I take you in and milk your penis and you explode your hot cum deep inside me. As we both come back from our orgasms we smile at each other and you pull your half hard dick out. My pussy drips with a mix of our cum and I smile at you.

“Thanks for the help.”

Mary looked down at the paper that sat on her desk and put her pen down. Her hand hurt. The bell rang seconds later and the teacher called for everyone to put their essay’s on his desk. Mary panicked. She didn’t write anything else, she didn’t have any essay but this one. The students around her filed past her quickly, she had no more time.

Quickly she grabbed the paper and stuffed the pen in her backpack. She tried to walk past her teacher’s desk casually, but he noticed her lack of essay.

“And where is your essay, Miss Apell?” Her teacher’s handsome face focused on hers.

“I didn’t write one,” Mary mumbled.

“And what do you call that?” He pointed to the paper she held tightly in her hand.

“Umm..nothing,” Mary felt her heart race.

“Give it to me,” the teacher reached for it. “If you insist on wasting my call time Mary, I at least want to know what your wasting it with.” Mary forcefully handed him the paper and he scanned it quickly with raised eyebrows. He took a deep breath and shifted in his seat.

“You are to meet me in this classroom at six 0-clock sharp. No later, no sooner.” He looked down at the paper once more. “I will keep this.”

Mary looked down and began to walk out. “And Mary,” he called after her. She turned toward him. “You will not need a pencil.”

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We’re finally getting the date night out that we needed for so long. Between work and school, we don’t have much time together out even though we live together. We eat together, but it hasn’t been the same lately. I’m taking you to your favorite restaurant and we both get to have fun tonight, a nice release.

You’re dressed up nicely and I admire you as I always do. From your hair, to your eyes, to the lovely black dress you have on with the slit about a quarter down your thigh. I open your door to the car and let you get inside. I close the doors then walk around the car and get inside as well. I start the car and you do as well. Your fingers are on my right thigh moving up to my dick. You find the head because you claim it’s your favorite part and begin to stroke it. I try to drive us to the restaurant focused, but you doing that distracts me before we can get out of the neighborhood. I start grinding under your hand and you reach over and unzip my dress slacks.

You remove my penis from my boxer briefs and continue to tease the head. You watch me bite my lip and you smile. I say “Baby.” and you look at me mischievously then innocently ask. “Yes?” “Nothing, mami.” You laugh softly then lean over and slide your tongue over the slit of my dick. Shit. I take my right hand off of the steering wheel and try to move it behind your head but you hold it there, letting a trail of saliva drip onto my penis. You lock eyes with me while you begin to stroke my penis slowly, driving me insane. My hips begin to move up and down trying to resist but I’ve missed being inside you and you’re stroking me how you’d ride me.

When you sense that I’ve had enough of my torture, you lean over and run your Alsancak Escort tongue up and down my penis swiveling your tongue around. You place my hand on the back of your neck and I guide you up and down loving how your mouth is feeling. I pull the car into the parking lot of the restaurant safely. I pull into a parking spot and park the car, letting my head fall back onto the headrest as I enjoy your oral skills. You sense that I am about to explode and you deepthroat causing me to thrust a bit deeper into your mouth almost stroking your tonsils. You gag slightly and I retract while you continue to stroke the parts of me outside your mouth. Seconds later, I feel the tension build up and I release inside your mouth and you hold my penis in your mouth capturing the last drop. You give me one last stroke and watch as my dick still semi-hard falls slightly on my pants. You wipe your mouth as I replace myself. We get out of the car and walk to the restaurant as I squeeze your ass.

We walk into the restaurant a few minutes late for our 7:30 reservation with good reason. You stand in front of me, my hands on your hips as we wait to be seated. When no one is looking you grind against me slowly. You look back and smile, giving me a small peck on the cheek as you feel me getting harder. They call our name and direct us to our seats and we follow.

I pull out your seat and push it back in once you’ve sat down. I stand for a moment too long and you cop a quick feel and lick your lips. I’m trying to figure out where did all your sexual mischievousness come from, because I’m loving this. You send me a text and I look at it and read “I’m wearing them.” It makes me smile because now I Alsancak Escort Bayan know that I can play as unfairly as you have been. I just nod at you and look at the menu. The waiter comes back to take our drink and appetizer order when I decide to play back. I pull out the remote that I had attached to my keys and press the on button. It takes you a bit to notice, and I’m not sure if the waiter noticed how your words stumbled as you ordered your glass of Moscato. You finish your sentence then turn to me biting your bottom lip and slightly squirm in your seat.

I look at you then smirk while I turn it off. You pout for a minute but my look assures you that it won’t be the last time you feel the vibrations from the thong I bought you. We continue to talk and have fun and eventually eat once our food comes. I turn it on and watch you try not to moan as you chew. You almost miss your mouth a few times and I watch as you try not to grip the chair as your face changes letting me know that you’re about to cum for me. You bite your lip and I want to pull you on the table and taste you. Instead I watch as you explode silently closing your eyes briefly as you ride the vibrations.

Desert comes and you eat it so seductively that I can barely hold myself back, yet I continue to keep you at low vibrations and change them every so often. Your faces are making me want you so damn badly, but I push through it. Once you’re done eating, you wave the waiter over and ask for the check. He brings it back swiftly and I put the money in the casing and pull you out of the chair. As soon as we turn the corner outside of the restaurant, my hand is up your dress feeling how drenched you are Escort Alsancak through the thong. I play with your clit and you moan as I feel you about to cum again.

I walk you to the back of our car and put you on the trunk. I spread your thighs and you look at me alarmed. You’re not used to this, but it has been a fantasy of mine for a while. I move your thong to the side and attack your clitoris with my tongue. You lean back and place your hand on the back of my head pushing me in deeper. I lick you how you like and feel your fingers stroking through my curly hair. I slip two fingers inside you as you begin to grind against my tongue, no longer caring that we are still outside the restaurant. I stroke your G-spot as you grind your clit against my tongue until you cum for me. You let out a small laugh and straighten up. “Penis,” is the first thing you say. I pull a condom from my back pocket and you look at me accusingly. I shrug as I roll it on. “Oh you were just planning for this, huh?” I just smirk as I pull you closer and slide inside of you. I hear you suck in air as I stroke you slowly amazed at how good you feel.

I keep stroking as your nails decide to play against my dress shirt scratching softly as I nip at your nipples through your dress. A few moments later, headlights come into our view as a car pulls into the restaurant, we slow down and you lean down to kiss me as I continue to stroke you. You’re watching the car to make sure they don’t see us and that is only turning me on more. I grab your hips and deepstroke you feeling your walls clench onto my penis. I pull you in closer as you cum feeling your exceeded wetness makes me unleash right after you. You kiss my neck as you come down from your high and I pull out of you. “Let’s go home. I think another round is due.” You say to me and I nod in agreeance. I pull you off the trunk put you inside the car and follow. You lean over and stroke my penis through my pants and I know it’s going to be a long night.

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