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My college girlfriend went to school about 90 minutes away from my school, so we would often go weeks in between seeing each other, but that meant our trips were often very sexually charged. My hands would roam all over her body the second we greeted each other with a hug and a kiss. Often we would be naked within minutes and wouldn’t pause for food or television for several hours at least. The 90 minute drive usually felt three times as long as my mind and body anticipated her lips on mine, her skin against mine, her taste on my tongue.

On one occasion, my mind spent the drive up to her apartment concocting fantasies of what would happen. Lisa was a biology major with straight, black hair, a flat stomach she liked to show off with short shirts or a sports bra at the gym, and a spectacular ass for an Asian girl. I’ve always been in pretty good shape, but at the time, I had yet to put on some of my bulk; instead, I was lean and explosive, a middle distance runner’s body with a six pack. In my mind I pictured our lean bodies together under the stream of the shower, her stomach pressed against my hard dick, my lips on her neck as I moved aside her sexy, wet hair; I couldn’t wait to have her kiss her way down my stomach and put her full lips around my cock, my hands against the shower walls to steady myself.

I paused a few minutes after parking to let my erection subside, then made my way to her front door, only to find it open already, and the voices of multiple people drifting out. Once inside, instead of being greeted by Lisa in her usual home attire of booty shorts and some ridiculously small top that I would have off in seconds, I saw her roommate’s entire family: parents, 14 year old sister, and 8 year old brother. Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table playing Uno with her roommate’s brother and sister, and I waved hello to everyone and made my way over to give her a kiss on her cheek before dumping my bag in her room and sitting on her bed with a long sigh. Now, as life has gone on, this momentary setback to my fantasies would be no big deal. At 20, this was devastating.

Once I had gathered myself, I made my way back outside and enjoyed myself as best I could. Eventually, however, Lisa and I got to talk, and she told me Sherry’s family was staying the whole weekend, and our options were share the apartment or I was springing for a hotel room. Ten minutes later we were at the nearest Ramada.

I let Lisa walk in front of me so I could admire her body’s movement, her soft, cotton dress displaying the essence of her hips and ass, her thong pushed against the material occasionally so you knew it was there. Her body distracted me enough that I didn’t immediately realize Lisa knew the guy behind the counter. It turns out Jason was in her physical geography class, a geology major with dirty blond hair and a patch of beard on his chin as his only facial hair. He was tan in a very natural way, as if his time behind the counter at the Ramada was his only time spent indoors.

As we checked in, Lisa talked to Jason about class, how long he’d worked there, and the result was a 20% family and friends discount on the room and a promise that we would meet him for a drink in the hotel bar when he got off at ten. I was very appreciative; or at least, I felt like I was, but in reality I was short in my thanks and already pulling Lisa to the elevator as we shouted our thanks. When the elevator doors shut I backed Lisa against the wall and began kissing her, our lips parting to allow our tongues to touch. My hand reached down and rubbed her left thigh, pushing her dress up to almost her waist, my fingers toying with her thong. I kissed her neck, her ear, and let my hands run over her ass until the door opened.

I had dreams of her mouth on my cock in the shower, but the reality was I couldn’t wait to get the shower going, and I threw her down onto the bed instead. I gently pushed her back down when she tried to pull me back to her mouth, and she eventually stopped fighting me from kneeling on the floor and pulling her thong off lifting her dress up enough to let me see her cleanly waxed pussy. The sight of her perfect, clean, Asian pussy always got me hard, and I undid my jeans and put my dick in my hand as I lowered my mouth to her pussy and tasted her. She was dripping wet. “Were you thinking about me?” I asked.

“Mm, yes, baby” she purred.

“I like that,” I said as I licked up and down the full length of her pussy lips, then let my tongue settle on her clit and start slowly working it. I could tell from her sounds that I had found the rhythm she liked, and I continued at that pace until she started moaning louder and more often. I picked up the pace just enough, then stayed with it until her body got stiff as she arched her back and came with her pussy against my face. I stayed between her thighs until she relaxed again. Wiping her juices on my hand, I stood up and removed my clothes, then crawled onto the bed and put the tip of my thick, 7 inch dick against her pussy.

“Do topkapı escort you want me?” I asked. She answered by reaching her hands to my ass and pulling me into her. I stared into her eyes as I started to move in and out. Her pussy felt like heaven, warm, wet and tight. I licked her left nipple while I steadily slid in and out of her, then put myself as deep in her pussy as I could, angled myself just right to hit the spot I knew she liked. Then I repeatedly hit that spot until she came a second time. Lisa started giggling as she came down from her orgasm and kissed me deep with her tongue and told me to roll over.

She moved her body over my cock and lowered herself completely onto me. The result was a big exhalation from me that had me simultaneously lift my hips and drive deeper into her pussy, causing her to gasp this time. She leaned over and kissed me, then placed her hands on my chest and went to work, setting the pace, moving her hips at her own rhythm, front to back. She wanted nothing more from me then to lie there and be hard for her, and I let my head relax on the pillow and take in the curves of her body, her firm nipples, the athletic curve of her hips. My hands grabbed onto her hips to feel her rhythm. It felt so good, the only complaint I had was that I couldn’t see what her body looked like from the side or behind. I had vague fantasies of a mirror or a camera or maybe an out of body experience that would allow me to watch her work me over.

Lisa began angling her body’s thrusts so that the tip of my dick hit her spot, and soon I knew she would be coming again. I began pulling her hips towards me firmly with every thrust. Then, with my right hand pulling her towards me, I took my left hand and worked it around her body to her ass. I let the juice from her pussy lubricate my middle finger, then began circling her asshole. I lifted my head to her nipple, began sucking it and flicking my tongue over it, as I pushed the tip of my finger into her ass. This was the final touch, and she thrust her hips hard and fast three more times then screamed with her third orgasm. She collapsed onto my chest, sweaty and breathing hard.

I pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck while she recovered. Eventually, she got off me, got on her hands and knees next to me, and said, “I want to feel you cum inside me.” I positioned myself behind her, took in the view of her bare back facing me, her heart shaped ass, and put my hands on her hips as I slid inside her. Doggy style with Lisa felt better then with anybody I had ever been with, and it always made me cum quickly, and I knew Lisa would ask for this when she was finally ready for me to finish, knowing she would get my cum soon. It didn’t take long this time either, and soon I was grunting that I was going to cum and I pulled her ass towards my pelvis hard and came deep in her pussy. We collapsed on the hotel bed, sweaty and satisfied and started laughing with giddiness.

She put her head on my chest, and placed her hand on my softening dick and gently trailed her finger over it and my inner thighs. “That was so hot, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about your dick inside me ever since you told me last night you were going to be able to make it this weekend. Last night I played with my toy, but I still woke up wet and played again before class.”

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”

“Your dick in my mouth, the feeling of it getting harder as you cum in my mouth”

“Mm, well, we still haven’t done that yet. Guess you owe me”

“You can have anything you want, baby. I think hotel rooms are so sexual, I feel so free, I want to just be naked all the time in here.”

“Well, that’s the rule then. You have to be naked anytime we’re in the room!”

She laughed and kissed me in agreement. I turned the tv on to ESPN and we both quickly fell asleep.

After we woke up, we showered together and got dressed for dinner. I put on jeans and a button up shirt. She emerged from the bathroom in short, black shorts and a white top that hung dangerously low in front and exposed her entire back. As much skin as it showed, it was one of the few tops she owned that didn’t show off her stomach, which she felt was her best body part. I couldn’t say I had a complaint about the way she looked.

Her necklace had a pendant that hung just between the tops of her breasts, and I looked at it from above as I leaned down to kiss her lips, noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra; from my angle from above I could see most of the top of her breasts, but not quite her nipple. I knew she would be getting looks all night and for the first time, that possibility excited me tremendously. She finished off her outfit with black heels with straps that exposed most of her foot and showed off her white tipped nails that perfectly accented her black shorts and white top.

As we walked out of the elevator and crossed the hotel lobby, we waved at Jason. Every male knows the look another male gives a hot female, the one that fatih escort says “whoa, I gotta check this girl out,” and he gave the version of this look that says “Whoa, I gotta check this girl out, but her man is right there, so I hope he didn’t see the look.” But I saw, and I couldn’t blame him a bit. I knew I would be staring at her the same way all night.

As good as our sex life was, we really did get along well, and dinner was full of laughs. Lisa tried to order a margarita at dinner, but as we were both 20, she settled for an iced tea when she was carded. I asked her if Jason was 21 so he could order the drinks at the hotel bar, but she didn’t know. I suggested we swing by the apartment on the way home and pick up whatever she had lying around, Sherry wouldn’t need it this weekend with her family there.

Back at the hotel, with a bottle of tequila in hand, we found Jason finishing up behind the counter and passing the shift off to a beautiful Latina whose white button up shirt beneath her black vest was undone just enough to expose a lacey black bra and what looked like amazing breasts. Lisa caught me smiling a little too much as Jason introduced us, and she elbowed me playfully in the ribs. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked.

“I can’t lie, she’s pretty hot.”

“She is pretty hot,” Lisa agreed, leaning up to whisper in my ear, “You can think about her tits all you want tonight when I put your hard dick in my mouth.” She kissed me and winked, and I saw that Jason, although he probably couldn’t hear, had caught the playfulness between us and was smirking.

“Hey, Jas, are you 21?” Lisa asked when he came from behind the counter unbuttoning his vest and the top button of his white shirt.

“Not until the end of the month, but I know the bartender, so if it’s pretty empty he could probably serve us.”

“That’s cool,” I said, “but we also have a bottle of tequila. If it’s easier, maybe you could get him to give us a bottle of OJ and we could just hang in the room.

“That works, give me two minutes.”

With a bottle of tequila and a carafe of orange juice, the three of us made our way up to the room. Once inside the room, Lisa immediately settled into host mode and gave us our drinks before pouring one for herself. We clinked our glasses in cheers and both looked to Lisa as we sipped, her bare back to us as she poured her drink at the chest beneath the tv. She had removed her heels, but her black shorts were so short and tight, her ass still looked inviting to us and I saw that Jason was not breaking his gaze.

Lisa eventually made her way over to us and sat on the edge of my chair and put her arm around my shoulders. I turned the tv to music videos and we began drinking and talking. Jason turned out to be a very relaxed, likable guy. I was right, most of his time was spent outdoors, either doing outdoor lab work for his geology classes, or when he had free time, doing some form of biking, running, hiking or surfing. I noticed after hearing this that he was, in fact, quite broad shouldered and fit and had my first twinge of jealousy, wondering if I could compare to this fit, tanned classmate who was not only in Lisa’s class, but quite confident and comfortable with himself it seemed.

We drank steadily, Jason and I working on our third drink while Lisa finished her second. She had slipped off the arm of the chair and into my lap, and we both mindlessly ran our hands over each other’s shoulders, backs, legs and thighs. Jason didn’t seem uncomfortable in the least. When he did eventually make his way off to the bathroom as a result of the alcohol, Lisa turned to me in my lap and kissed me deeply. I could taste the alcohol and the desire on her lips and I stiffened against her shorts. She felt this and reached down with her hand and rubbed me until we heard the door open. She then stood up, leaving me to quickly adjust myself, saying she was going to change. I was reminded of my rule that she spend all her time in the room naked and was suddenly light headed at the thought of her walking out of the bathroom naked, excited and nervous at the same time at the possibility.

Jason and I finished our third drinks, and he got up to pour us a fourth when Lisa emerged from the bathroom wearing the smallest booty shorts I had ever seen her wear and a white tank top with no bra, her nipples clearly showing through. Her shorts were light blue and could not completely cover her ass. They sat low, too, and between her shorts and tank you could see her hip bones and the dimples in her lower back. Jason poured her a drink and I could see his eyes looking down at her body as he handed it to her. I also saw that he was standing close to her.

I locked eyes with Lisa and smiled at her, showing that I knew Jason was standing close, was staring, and I was okay. She smiled back and lifted her glass to her lips, her tongue touching the rim briefly before she wet her lips with the drink.

Lisa and I had been dating for about 16 months at this point eyüp escort (come on, in college you know you count every month as an anniversary!), and I knew her well enough to know every one of her looks. The one I saw now was the one where she was thinking something over but was under the influence of alcohol. The result of her contemplation was that when Jason sat back down in his chair, she sat on the edge of his chair instead of mine and said, “cheers,” clinking her glass to his and smiling as they both drank. I smiled, too, and leaned back in my chair to sip and watch.

Lisa leaned inward on the chair’s arm and rested her elbow on Jason’s broad shoulder. As time went on, she moved her hand to his far shoulder and leaned on his near shoulder, her breast pressed against his shoulder now. When a classic Michael Jackson video came on the tv, Lisa bounced up and started dancing, Jason and I watching with goofy smiles on our faces, as her booty showed at the bottom of her shorts and her tank rose slightly as her hands moved over her body. She was getting hot and lifted her tank to show off more of her stomach.

Lisa moved completely unconsciously, enjoying the moment, her hips swaying, dipping low and bouncing back up. She tired half way through the song and laughingly collapsed onto Jason’s lap. She dropped her ass deep in Jason’s lap and leaned forward laughing, then flipped her hair back and leaned back against Jason’s chest, her head tilted back exposing her chest and neck to my view. She looked at me as her hand went to Jason’s knee to steady herself, and I just smiled and shook my head in disbelief at her. She was stunning, and I was getting hard watching her body move so sexually. MJ still played on the tv, and she began dancing in Jason’s lap, moving her hips rhythmically while drinking from her glass as if she didn’t know what she was doing to the guy. Jason’s eyelids began lowering, his gaze half focused on the back of her neck which she had exposed by flipping her hair around the side of her neck to the front. I leaned back in my chair and put my hand on the bulge in my jeans, showing her that I was hard, and she, seeing this, began moving her hips less like a dance and more in a way that imitated sex. Jason closed his eyes completely now, and Lisa leaned against him and arched her back allowing her exposed neck to brush against his face. He instinctively turned his head and kissed her neck, then, catching himself, looked to me. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “what can you do? She’s in control.”

Still unsure, he didn’t immediately begin kissing her neck, but when Lisa lifted her hands over her head and behind her to the back of his head and pulled him down, he resumed kissing. I had never once entertained thoughts of seeing Lisa with another guy, but watching her tease him and lose herself in the moment, I was mesmerized. I knew if she had asked me beforehand if I was okay with it, I would have been insistent that it was unacceptable; but now that it was happening, I wanted nothing more than for it to continue. There was a brief moment where I wondered about the morning, how I would feel, but then I knew that if something incredible didn’t happen right then, I would be disappointed.

By taking the time to think these thoughts, I wasn’t taking action to stop what was happening. And Lisa took the opportunity to stand up, turn around, then straddle Jason in his chair. She dropped her ass, presenting me with the sexiest view I’ve ever seen, then rose up on her knees so her breasts were even with Jason’s eyes and swiftly pulled her tank top over her head. Before Jason could have time to even register his surprise, she grabbed his head and pulled it to her breast and tossed her head back in pleasure while he placed his mouth on her nipple. She pulled his head away from her breast and leaned down and began kissing him.

I put my hand back on top of my dick, rubbing it through my jeans, unsure of what to do. I wanted to walk over and get behind her, put my hands around her and grab her breasts while she kissed him, while she rode him, but I didn’t know if that was in the playbook. Absent of that, I wanted to rip my clothes off and get to work jacking off, but didn’t want to make Jason uncomfortable as I was directly in his line of sight, not hers.

Lisa began unbuttoning Jason’s shirt while they made out. As he shrugged out of the shirt, she slid back on his legs allowing space to reach down and begin unbuckling his belt. I could tell Jason was making an effort not too look my way, but when Lisa unzipped his pants and hopped off him to pull his pants down from his hips, he shot me one final glance to make sure everything was still okay. Taking the opportunity to similarly test how he felt, I continued to rub my dick through my jeans; I wanted to show him it was okay, and also to see if he minded my display of arousal. He gave me a slight nod of solidarity, an understanding that we were in this together, that we understood how turned on we both were. With that all worked out, Lisa pulled Jason’s pants and boxers down past his hips to below his knees, and I began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I slid my pants down and took my dick in my hands and began stroking.

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I first saw him as we boarded the plane. He was about my height, about my age. There was that eye contact that men make. Yeah, I see you, I don’t think you are a threat, I’m not being antagonistic, I know who I am. They were the things men do with their eyes. He was one row ahead of me and in the aisle seat on the other side.

During the flight, I had to piss a couple of times. The first time, I was coming out of the john when he was going in. We were face to face and I noticed him looking at my eyes more than he needed to, like he knew me from somewhere. The second time, he was coming out and again he looked right into my eyes. I think I nodded a little in recognition then.

When the plane landed, I stood up and he did too, and we were right next to each other in the aisle. We made eye contact and I said “How you doing?” He said that he was okay, but wanted to get to the hotel. I agreed.

I went down to catch the hotel shuttle and he was on it. There was more eye contact, a little small talk, more ‘get to know you’ that men do. I didn’t think anything about it. I was thinking about the trade show the next day.

I ate in the bar of the hotel that night and he came in. I nodded to him. The place was nearly empty and there was an NBA game on. I’m not a fan, but I like a good game. This one wasn’t a good game. He asked if he could join me. I said sure. He ordered a chef’s salad and a beer and we exchanged names and particulars. He was Todd, from Dayton. I was Mark from Grand Rapids. He was divorced, I was divorced. We had kids, him three, me two.

We watched the game and chatted, had another beer. He asked me what I was doing that night and I said not much. He asked me if I wanted to get out and see some of Las Vegas. I said sure. I’m not really a Las Vegas person, but the cable TV at the hotel was not that hot. That’s the way it is in Vegas, get you out of the room and into the casino. I’m not a casino type person.

We went to the ESPN bar and had a beer but it was kind of loud. I asked him if he had any other recommendations. He said that he had been to a couple of places around town before and he would try to remember where they were. He asked me how long I wanted to stay out. I said not that long.

We grabbed a cab and Todd gave the driver the name of the club. I didn’t really hear him and if I did, I wouldn’t have recognized it. We pulled up in front of the club a few minutes later and went in. There was no cover charge, I liked that, and I looked around to take it in. Todd motioned me up to the bar and we ordered a beer.

I had just taken my first sip of beer when I noticed something. At the end of the bar, there were two young men in white t-shirts, kissing. I took a quick look around and knew that this was a gay bar. I looked at Todd and he didn’t look gay. I wondered what was up. I took another sip of beer.

Todd looked at me and made long eye contact. “Do you like this place?” he asked? I told him that I didn’t know that it was a gay bar when we went in. He said that if I was uncomfortable, we could leave. I looked around and I thought, “What the hell? Why not?” so I told him we could stay.

There was a short pause and he said that he wasn’t trying to pick me up, but that he liked going to gay bars when he was in Las Vegas, but that he didn’t like to go alone. There weren’t that many gay bars in Dayton and he wasn’t gay, but he liked being around men. I said that there weren’t that many gay bars in Grand Rapids, and that I wasn’t gay either, and I didn’t mind the company of men, but that I was straight.

We looked at each other, a long look into the eyes and started to laugh. Todd said that he was afraid that he had blown it with me. He said that I was a good guy and that he just wanted some company that night. He told me some things about himself, how he was divorced and liked women, but that it gave him a chance to topkapı escort have sex with men again. He had sex with men in college and it wasn’t a big deal, that he was very careful about who he had sex with and that trying to figure out who he was that was hard. I think he wanted me to jump in and say the same sorts of things about myself, but I didn’t. There was this eye thing going on, like how much do I tell and how much did he tell. Some things were said straight into the eyes, others with the eyes looking over the shoulder.

I didn’t tell him about the times I sucked off my best friend in high school, how I had some jack off sessions in college and how I just about let a guy fuck me once and how I always wondered what would have happened if I did. I did tell him that I understood what he meant about trying to figure out who I was. I said that if he wanted to find some company with someone at the bar, I would be his wing man.

We were finishing out beers and he looked around. He said that he wasn’t really attracted to any of the guys there. It was nice to look though. We caught a cab back to the hotel and made a little small talk. We had reached that point where we had talked all of the talk we were going to talk without spending more time together.

As we went to our rooms, I stopped at my door and he went down the hall to his. We said good night. I watched him walk away and felt desire in my cock for him. I could feel it. I stepped inside and into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth.

I went to his door and knocked. My heart was at 110 beats and I tried to get my breathing under control. He answered. We looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew why I was there. He opened the door further and I stepped inside. He pushed the door closed and we never broke contact. We kissed.

It had been a long time since I had kissed a man. I love the strong way they kiss. I could feel him against me. We had our arms around each other and trying to pull each other in without being uncomfortable. I broke the kiss. “I was wondering if you still wanted some company,” I said. He kissed me again. “Yes.”

He led me over to the bed and we sat down, started kissing and fell over onto the bed. I slid my hand down to his crotch and felt his cock. Goddam it felt good! He was wearing slacks, and the material was thin and I could feel the heat from his cock. He pulled my shirt out and slid a hand under my shirt.

We lay there, half on the bed, half off, feeling each other’s bodies, kissing and laughing. He broke it by standing up and peeling his clothes off quickly. He was still wearing boxers. He stood me up and I started to do the same, but he stopped me and said that he wanted to do it.

He started kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt, slowly. He kissed my chest and my nipples when they were bared. He stroked my skin, kissing my lips, kissing my flesh. I felt so adored. He opened my pants and slid his hands in, cupping my ass from outside my bikini briefs. I slid my shoes off and he pushed my pants off. They slid down and I stepped out of them.

We were standing, bare chest to bare chest, and he reached into my underwear and cupped my ass. It had been a long time since I had felt a man’s hands on my ass that way. The last time, I had been a scared college kid, picked up in a bar by and older man and he wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t ready then, too scared, but I wasn’t scared now.

Todd reached around to my front where my cock was leaking precum into my shorts. He slid my undies down over my cock and it waved free. He pushed my underwear all the way off and I was naked with him. The last time I had been naked with a man, at the last minute, I had grabbed my clothes and ran. This time, Todd sat on the bed, looked me in the eyes and held my cock in front of him. I could see the desire in his eyes and it felt good.

He took my cock in his mouth and fatih escort swirled his tongue around the helmet head. I loved that. He had one hand between my legs, and a finger trailed across my anus. I shifted my legs open wider. I wanted him to do what ever he wanted. He stood up and pulled his boxers off and my cock banged up against his. He stepped between my legs and his hands rested on my ass, kneading my ass easily. One hand slipped between the cheeks of my ass and he pressed a finger against my anus.

I pressed against him, my hands on his waist. We were kissing and looking into each other’s eyes and I wanted him to want me. He did. I could see it in his eyes. I sat down on the bed and took his cock in my mouth. It had been a long time since I had done that. When I was married, I tried to tell my wife about my previous cock sucking, but she was really uptight. Or so I thought. It turns out that she was fucking some guy from work and he was topping her, and they had threesomes together where she would suck off a stranger. I just didn’t get her; she just didn’t get me.

But I had Todd’s cock in my mouth and if he wanted to top me tonight, I was okay with that. Right now I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I cupped his balls in my hand and played with his ass. He responded by holding my shoulders and rocking in and out of my mouth in an easy motion. I had one hand around his cock, the other sliding back and forth between his balls and his ass. I pushed lightly on his anus. I was rewarded when he grabbed my head and held me in place as his cock pushed into my mouth and he came in spurts. A guttural cough seemed to well up from inside him as he came. I tried to catch it all, but was not successful

“Goddam, baby, how did you learn to suck cock like that?” He was giddy with laughter. I shrugged and told him about the barn where I grew up and sucking off my best friend. We were lying on the bed and he said that he wanted to return the favor. He got down between my legs and started getting me hard. I have a hard time cumming the first time I am with someone. I told him that and he said that it was okay. I slid around so we were in a 69 and took him into my mouth again.

I loved the way that he was sucking me, but I knew that I was not going to cum that way. He had gotten hard again, so I asked him to fuck me. Actually it was more like “Hey Todd, I don’t think that I can cum that way.” “It’s okay, let me try some more.” “There are other ways.” He leaned up on an elbow and looked at me. Right in the eyes. I spread my legs as wide as I could. “There are other ways.”

He came up and was next to me on the bed, looking me in the eyes. “Are you sure?” I took his hand and put it down between my legs, down to my anus and scrunched against him. “Yes.” He rolled over between my legs, was on top of me looking into my eyes. “Okay.” He took my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly on the lips. His weight was on his elbows and his cock was pressed against my taint. It had been a long time since I had been on my back with a man between my legs, his hard hot cock pressing against the tender skin of my taint.

I wrapped my legs around him the best I could and our cocks ground together. He broke the embrace to get something from his shaving kit. He brought lube and condoms over to the bed. He took some of the lube and started massaging my ass with it, pressing it into my anus. I hadn’t felt another man’s fingers in my ass for so long, it felt really good. The last time, as the man’s fingers pressed into me, I almost threw up. I was afraid of becoming a cock loving man. I was so afraid. I jumped up and ran. This was much better. I knew who I was, and I wasn’t afraid of it.

He had two fingers in me and I knew that it more fingers would not be better. I wanted to get to the fucking. He was hard and I asked him if I could put the condom on. I had never done that before. I eyüp escort rolled it down his dick, this dick that was going to fuck me.

He put a pillow under my ass and positioned himself between my legs. I told him to just take it slow and I would be okay. He didn’t get his cock into the right place at first and I had to reach down and position it. He pressed slightly and I felt what I had been expecting for a long time. I had a dildo that I used on myself every few months when I was very randy. I liked the feel of it. He pressed and eased up, pressed and eased up. Then the head of his cock slipped in. I knew that there would be some stretching involved and I told him to wait just a minute. When I gave him the okay, he pulled out, put on some more lube and pushed in again.

He went in easier this time and again he waited. After a minute, he started pushing in and out slowly and easily. Just a little gentle rocking motion. And it felt great. I loved how warm and hard and soft his cock felt. Soon I felt his pubic hair against me. I opened my eyes after realizing that they had been closed. He kissed me and it was all I could do to keep from sucking his face off. I felt soooo good!

He pulled all the way out and put a little more lube on and then pushed all the way in with one push. I almost came right then and there. I sucked my breath in but not out of pain. It was just a very intense sensation, to be taken with a cock that way.

He rocked in and out of me and I realized that my eyes were closed again. I opened them and there he was looking right into them. I kissed him and had my hands on his hips. My legs were around his back and he was fucking me.

I loved the slow rocking motion he was doing. He started making longer strokes and when he hit bottom, I would almost cum. I wanted to so badly. I started to play with my cock, but he wouldn’t let me. “Let me make you cum” he said, between nibbles on my neck. He knew what he was doing, so I decided to let him.

Long slow strokes, short fast ones, I was getting a royal fucking. But I was getting near my limit. He was sweating and I was sweating and I needed to cum. His breath was getting ragged and he pulled back so that he had my ass in his hands as he was fucking me. He took my cock in his hand and started stoking it in time to his fucking. I started trying to cum, but he clamped down hard on me. My ass continued trying to milk him and he pushed in long, hard and fast, grinding his pubic hair into my ass. I couldn’t help it.

I wanted to cum so badly, but he wouldn’t let me. He started to loose his pace and my ass grabbed his cock and he started stroking mine. I tried to say “I’m cumming”, but it was choked off in my throat and all that came out was a guttural scrape. I felt his cock as it pushed deep into me and spurted, deep and spurt, deep and spurt. My orgasm seemed to never end, coming from somewhere deep inside where I had never been before.

He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. His eyes were closed and I stroked his back. After I bit, I let my legs down and his cock slipped out of me. I felt strangely empty.

“Goddam” was the first thing he said. He slid off me, my cum matting the hair on both our chests. “I have never a …” and his voice trailed off. I had never been fucked like that before, but then I had never been fucked before. Had I known that it could be this good, I would have done it earlier. “I don’t know what to say, Mark. Thank you.” We were side by side on the bed. I looked deep into his eyes and said “I thank you, too.”

There was a moment there when I feel I had really connected with him on some other plane. I had shared the most intimate part of me with him and he appreciated it. He understood what I had done.

After a few minutes, he asked me if I would like to shower. I did and we got soapy together. I stayed the night with him, sleeping lightly, waking often when I bumped into him. In the morning, we made out for a while, but didn’t have sex. That night, we went out on the town, but that’s a different story. But I always remember what I saw in his eyes.

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It was a typical summer Saturday in south Florida. As we so often do, my wife and our neighbors were all hanging out at our house. Drinking, watching baseball on the deck outside and swimming in the pool. As the evening turned to night more and more neighbors made their way home until it was just me, my wife and her two girlfriends, Susie and Donna.

We sat around the high top table on the pool deck in our bathing suits and chatted about this and that. My wife finally said she was exhausted and headed off to bed. This left me and the ladies sitting outback. Donna reached into her purse and pulled out a joint.

“You guys wanna get high?”

she asked in a rhetorical question that she knew would always be responded to in the positive. Donna lit the joint, got down off the high stool and headed over to the hot tub. Sliding her bikini bottoms off and then pulling the tank-ini top over her head she slid her lithe frame into the bubbling water. Donna, a single mom in her 50’s, is a skinny little thing with small breasts and a sexy ass.

The warm smell of the smoke lifted to our nostrils so Susie and I both headed over to the hot tub. Susie wasn’t shy either and pulled her one-piece down over her mountainous ataşehir escort breasts. Susie is a 25 year old BBW. She has a big but well proportioned body with a giant ass that just begs to be ridden. Susie pulled the suit down to her ankles and as she did I caught a glimpse of her huge ass crack and her wet slit from behind.

Seeing this caused a jump in my board shorts and I quickly slid them down and hopped in to join the girls. We passed around the smoke and relaxed in the warm arms of the churning water. As I closed my eyes and leaned back, I felt something bump my thigh. I opened my eyes and Susie was looking square at me and I felt her foot slide up against the underside of my hard cock. She used her toes to stimulate that area just under the head, causing my cock to lurch and twitch as she rubbed it.

Donna was lying back with her eyes closed so taking a cue from Susie; I raised both my legs and put a foot in each girls lap. Susie adjusted herself on the bench seat to accommodate my advancing toes and I felt my big toe slid effortlessly into her wide open pussy lips. Donna’s eyes opened and she shot me a quick grin as she reached down and grabbed my foot, placing the ball squarely on her clit. She didn’t let avcılar escort go but instead rubbed the ball of my foot up and down over her hard little bump of pleasure.

With Donna managing to get herself hot on my foot without any effort on my part, I focused on toe fucking Susie. My toe banged deeper and deeper into her wet cunt and I could almost feel her trying to get my whole foot to slide into her snatch. But my size 15 wasn’t going to get in there without some serious lubrication.

Susie was moaning louder now as my foot fucked her pussy; Donna suddenly stopped rubbing my foot on her clit and stood up. She waded across the tub to me and climbed in my lap, knocking Susie’s foot out of the way and placing my dick squarely at the entrance of her pussy. She then sank down in one swift motion, impaling herself on my rigid shaft. Her small bite size tits and tiny nipples reminded me of my first girlfriend’s body from back in junior high. This flashback in my weed fogged mind caused me to get even harder, if that was possible, and really go about thrusting into Donna as hard as I could.

As I fucked Donna I could see movement out of the corner of my eye and it was Susie making her way over to us. She knelt down ataşehir escort bayan beside us and pressed her breasts in between Donna and I. Donna took to sucking on one of Susie’s ample tits while I went to work on the other. Susie’s gumdrop sized nipples were already hard when she got to us, but now her areolas were getting puffy from the stimulation and her gigantic swollen nipples were bigger by themselves then Donna’s tits were in total.

I just love those puffy types of nipples and it wasn’t long before the combination of Donna’s tight cunt and Susie’s gigantic breasts did me in. I began to shoot hot load after load deep inside Donna. As I came down from the wave of orgasm that had washed over me, Susie picked Donna up by her tiny waist, placed her on the side of the hot tub and went down on her, sucking and licking my fresh load from Donna’s little snatch.

Donna moaned and came hard on Susie’s tongue. Susie leaned back and licked the sloppy cum mess from around her lips. Donna then moved towards Susie and told her it was her turn to cum. I watched in awe as Donna balled her small hand into a fist and began pushing it between Susie’s legs. Before I knew what was happening, Donna had her little hand up inside Susie’s pussy and began fisting her. Susie’s moans were loud and as she came, the back deck light flicked on and my wife walked out wearing nothing but a smile and said,

“Ok guys, you know I can’t resist a good fisting, I’m Next!”

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Warning:

Firstly, I’m new to this whole writing thing. Secondly, I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly, if you want more you have to tell me, I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me.

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Impossible Love 01

I’m what most guys call ‘Mr. Fucking Perfect My Ass’ and what most girls moan ‘Mr. Perfect Ass Fucking’.

It’s no surprise because I’m not very tall and have mischievous girlish good looks rather then drool-worthy man muscle rippling through my delicate frame. The guys have no idea why the women love me because I’m no jock and secrete no manly body odour. But to the girls, I’m a real life anime character, who looks sensitive but has a dark dominating playfulness deep inside.

Sensitive my shiny white arse, the only thing I’m sensitive to is how my hair looks when it’s really windy. That’s right, I’m a narcissistic, selfish little bastard and I love every inch of it.

And that’s what makes me such a potent mix. I’m hot, and I know it. The visual and the attitude combined does wonders when you want to get into someone’s pants.

So you could have guessed the shock I felt when I was informed by my less-then-abusive uncle that I was to be moved to a private, all-boys boarding school. For once in my over-sexed life I was faced with the daunting issue of self-masturbation.

Smiling gleefully at me over his morning newspaper, my uncle’s double chin wobbled erratically as he described to me all the fun I would have. Apparently it was his old high school, where he had been football captain and school captain and blah blah blah blah…

It was so like him to ignore me in his plans for MY life, which is painfully punctuated by the way he continues to talk to me as if I was still at the table when I am upstairs packing my stuff. I have suspicions that he has an imaginary version of me that he has created just so he could torture me with his incessant chattering even when I’m not physically around. The bastard.

Though, at least I would be getting away from him and my old high school. Due to my tendencies to love myself more than the flavour of the week, the school bitch had put a bounty on my head and was driving me insane with her dictionary-length love letters.

Finding one of the said bitch’s love letters tucked into the side of my school bag I crumple it up and toss it angrily at my desk. Then, being the OC (Obsessively Compulsive) person I am, I stood up, picked up the letter, and folded it neatly before placing it carefully in my waste basket. Yeah, I have problems.

After a week of being silently pissed at my bastard of an uncle and packing and repacking I finally found myself at my new room and spraying everything with disinfectant. I could see dust everywhere and the discovery of a cockroach had me hyperventilating into a brown paper bag.

An hour of spraying, hyperventilation and cussing in four different languages finally convinced me I needed my pills.

Rummaging through my bag I felt the cold hand of reality go down my pants, I’d forgotten to pack my pills. But that was impossible! I was so meticulous that I even packed my own toilet paper so that I wouldn’t have to suffer the rasp of cheap, nameless brands on my tenders.

But it soon became apparent with everything neatly lined up on my bed covers that my pills had somehow deceased along ataşehir escort the way. My over analysing and paranoid mind immediately brought up the prospect that this was a part of one of my uncle’s sick jokes, but I knew that was untrue. He cared too much for his own reputation to let me go to his old school without pills, because without pills, I have the potential to commit acts of manslaughter and aggravated assault.

Just as I was about to reinitiate hyperventilation into my now soggy brown paper bag, the door to my room swang open and a bear of man leapt in. What was this, some kind of preschool entertainment session?

“Welcome roomie!” He bellowed, and before I could blink he had me in a painful headlock while he knuckled down on my head with a determined fist. Somehow I got the feeling God hated me.

Reeling out of shock and into panic about my hair, I brought my elbow down hard on his steel abbs. A bit of pain flickered across his features but I was in AGONY. What the fuck did this steroid junkie take!?

Quickly backing up to my bed I noticed that the guy had brought an audience. All of them were big, bulking, beefy brutes; need I go on with the alliteration for emphasis?

“Awwww, man you scared the poor kid. Shame on you Troy!” laughed a gigantic redhead. I wanted to spit on his freckled smirking face. Coming up close and taking up much too much of my personal bubble he stuck out a calloused paw.

“The name is Torq, yours?”

I was too scared to ignore him and too disgusted to take his hand so I replied in as much of a monotone as I could manage, “Decarde.”

Now when I tell people my name, those with 100+ IQ would normally nod thoughtfully and ask me if I was into philosophy, 70+ would crack some lame joke about me being a fruit, 50+ would have some sort of vague recognition flash through their eyes and at last, the >20 would have no reaction. Guess where these four big jocks belonged on the IQ ladder?

“Cool, I’m your roomie Troy, and those two are my buddies Can and Do,” announced the brute that had ravaged my hair. My elbow was obviously not an effective attack weapon because he still had that shit-eating smile plastered onto his face.

Apparently the jocks all thought ‘Can’ and ‘Do’ was a funny combination. Lame. Their names were actually Canis and Dominic. I wanted to puke from all the dumbass lameness.

For the next few weeks Troy stuck to me like dog shit on the bottom of brand new stilettos. I would be eating and he would come sit next to me, peeing and he would use the one next to mine, and if he could, probably even shower next to me if I didn’t make sure I showered at odd irregular hours when he was off at football practice.

I was at the point of screaming and throwing myself out the window, when he broke the last straw and paraded into our room naked. Now I didn’t give a shit that he was naked and was hung like a fucking minotaur, but the minute his sweat-slicked ass connected with my pristine bed covers I launched myself at him.

It must have been shock because he went down like a rock. I’d see him in football practice and trust me; it took a lot more than a skinny-assed girly boy like me to move him even an inch.

Always being one to take hold of opportunity, I brought my legs up and straddled him with my hands moving to grip tightly around his neck. Did I ever mention what a fucking gorgeous neck this piece of shit had?

“I have had enough of your crap on my stuff you asswipe!” I yelled, hyperventilating avcılar escort a little as my rage took over and my grey cells pulled out their oxygen masks.

“Don’t touch my stuff, don’t sit next to me, don’t pee near me and most of all DON’T spread your fucking ass-juices all over my sheets you fucking piece of…!” Before I could finish Troy had effectively dismantled me and now held me hostage with his mountain of a body.

“Then maybe I should spread my ass-juices somewhere else?” He snickered.

Grabbing my wrists he held them above my head in a painful iron grip. Looking up into his mesmerising but fucking annoying bright blue eyes I noted with horror the amusement in them. What I thought had been a brilliant display of my masculine dominance was to him nothing more than a little childish spat.

Mouth opening, ready to spit some long worded venom I let out a wheezing scream instead. His hand immediately flew to my mouth as I started to struggle in earnest. My eyes bugged out of my head as I watched in slow motion more of his stinky jock sweat slide off his lean shiny muscle and onto my cleansed body. Oh God, if you have any pity for this little being of creation, please end its existence now.

With his massive paw of a hand crushing my lips into my skull, I was forced to watch with impending doom as his pupils dilated with pleasure.

Now I am as straight as they come so you can imagine what went through my mind when I realised that it wasn’t my struggling that was causing the bed to rock like a fucking seesaw.

The fuckwad was using my jean clad privates like a blow up fuck toy all the while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear! I was in so much rage and panic I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply out of my nose six to ten times before I was calm enough to come up with a logical and practical solution out of my dire situation. In other words, I kneed him.

No amount of football practice, weightlifting or steroid injections could have saved him from the soul-searing nut crunch I delivered him. He let out the groan of a dying animal as I thrust him off me.

Racing to the door I stopped and turned to admire my handiwork. I’m a machosadist so I wasn’t surprised by the shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine as I studied his beet red face and quivering physique.

“Next time you piss me off, I’ll fucking castrate you!” I snarled at him before turning and casually striding away. Suddenly I felt so much better.

Then the reality of the situation hit me. It happened while I was sipping juice with some of my friends from art class. I had just fucking KNEED the CAPTAIN of the fucking FOOTBALL TEAM! – I was so fucking dead.

The straw from the juice propelled itself down my throat and unfortunately, I coughed it back up. If it had killed me, I would have at least died a peaceful and honourable death.

“You okay Dec?” asked John, my current best friend. Even though he looked like a jock he was cool like me. We were of the few intellectuals in this jock infested hole that took on accelerated art and philosophy courses in hope of bettering ourselves.

The only thing I didn’t like too much about him was that he had these shyness spasms where he got incredibly shy and wouldn’t even meet my eyes. He just had have one right now.

Not wanting to deal with his emotional shit, I grabbed the front of his collar and demanded, “I’m going to room with you!”

His grey eyes widened and his face suddenly glowed bright red, “Ummm..uh…o..k..kay,” he ataşehir escort bayan stuttered. What the fuck was up his ass?

Great, all I needed to figure out now was how to sneak back into my room and get my essentials.

Being the sometime idiot I am, I had come up with the fantastic idea of going back to my room when Troy normally had football practice, forgetting the minor detail that few could practice with bruised balls.

So I had nobody to curse but myself when I found my back pressed hard against the door with a very angry football captain breathing down my neck.

“Think you are so smart don’t you? Think you can get away with it just because you are hot don’t you?” Troy growled. I had never seen him angry before so I was about ready to piss my pants.

Muscle rippling as he flexed around me, I bit back a moan of pleasure. Truth was, I was more of a masochist than a sadist.

“I’m going to have you one way or another, whether you like it or not princess!” he whispered menacingly into my ear, his hot breath sending torrents of shivers down my body and making my toes curl.

My shuddering caused him to freeze, and his frame relaxed a little as he wrongly mistook my pleasure for fear. A gentle hand coming to cup my face, he pulled back a little and said in a sickeningly tender tone, “hey, come on princess, don’t be scared, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

What a bastard, first he threatens to rape me now he is playing the prince in shinning armour. But fuck, he was hot half naked and I liked that brand of jock straps, airy and comfortable while providing the necessary support.

He pressed closer and unconsciously I grinded against him. Jerking pack with a yelp his hands flew down to his groin. I stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter.

He was glaring up at me but was obviously in too much pain to come up with anything to say. Not that his brain worked well normally anyways.

“Pffft, yeah whatever hotshot, I’d like to see you do anything more than piss blood for the next couple of weeks!” With that I turned and headed towards my bed. All thoughts of changing rooms having left my mind now that I knew he was into me ‘that’ way and that I was in no danger of sexual assault for a good indefinite amount of time. Thankyou mighty heavens.

At first it started off as pure, evil teasing revenge but then it started getting really twisted.

I had gotten myself these small slutty, fag style jockstraps which I would walk around in with my perky ass high in the air for him to admire. Troy would try to ignore me, pretending to read a book or play with his football but his shorts would tent and he would growl with frustration. Still being really really tender in ‘that’ area he could do nothing to relieve himself.

Though, I should have known that something bad was coming when he never retaliated against my teasing.

It was about two weeks after the kneeing and I had just entered the room after a shower. Naked except for my sinfully small towel, I strode to my bed and flashed my assets as I ditched the towel for my teasing jockeys.

Troy was on his bed, a few feet from mine, apparently deeply into Othello. I would have believed him more if he had picked a book more to his level and if he wasn’t so blatantly raping my body with his goddamn beautiful eyes.

“Hey, how long does it take for Chiochorphonae to start working?” He suddenly asked as I was bending down to wipe my toes.

“Chiochorphonae? About 10 mins, it’s a fast absorbing painkiller…….hey why the hell would you take something like….” Understanding dawned on me as I watched him rise from his bed. A pure predatory glint in his eyes as he raked me with his burning gaze.

Holy shit.

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I was nearly there – the taxi I’d taken at the airport was fast approaching Mum’s address, and I tried to resign myself to my ‘holiday’. I’d been living abroad for three years; in that time my father had died, and Mum had sold the house and bought a small flat, making a decent profit in the process.

Mum had written to me regularly, telling me all her news and always asking when I was coming home for a visit, but somehow I’d always found a reason to put it off. I loved her dearly, and she’d been a good wife to my father and mother to me, but she’d always lived a quiet, almost placid, life, and I had visions of spending hours watching her doing her knitting, with the occasional visit to the library for excitement.

The taxi drew up at the address of the new flat, and as I dumped my bags on the ground and paid the driver, Mum opened the street door to welcome me. She was obviously pleased to see me; her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She showed me the way to the flat, and then it was the usual ‘How are you, dear?’, and ‘ How was the flight?’ routine, as she busied herself making coffee.

She was looking very well, I thought: her hair seemed a lighter shade of brown than I remembered, and her figure was very trim for a woman turned fifty. She was wearing what she would call a ‘sensible’ light blue jumper that matched her eyes, with a grey knee-length skirt and, surprisingly, high-heeled mules; she flushed with pleasure when I told her how nice she looked, and then we settled down to bring each other up to date on the news.

Finally, she cleared away the coffee cups, and gave me another peck on the cheek.

‘You must be tired, dear. Why don’t you take a nap while I pop out and do some shopping? I was waiting for you to come before I went to the shops, to find out what you’d like for dinner tonight.’

My heart sank at the thought of trying to make conversation over dinner; I’d already just about exhausted every topic I could dig up that might interest her, and I didn’t think I could face an evening of desperately chatting about nothing.

‘Mum – how about going out to dinner tonight, to celebrate? To a posh restaurant somewhere as a treat, and then you won’t have to cook and do the dishes afterwards!’

Her eyes lit up. ‘That would be lovely, darling!’ The she paused and looked down at herself. ‘But – I don’t really have anything to wear to a place like that.’

‘We can soon fix that,’ I said. ‘I’m not tired – let’s go out now and I’ll buy you a dress for the occasion!

Mum hesitated for a moment, then nodded eagerly. ‘I’ll just get a cardigan and put on my shoes, and then I’ll be ready!’

We found a likely looking dress shop, and I asked Mum to find something she fancied.

‘No, dear – you choose for me,’ she said. ‘Something you’d like me to wear!’

I mentally gazed heavenwards; it was typical of her not to make up her own mind, and I started to search through the racks. I spotted a little dark blue dress that rather appealed to me; it seemed rather low-cut, and probably too short for Mum’s liking, but I held it out to her anyway.

‘What about this, Mum?’

‘Oh – it’s my size!’ she exclaimed, checking the label. ‘I’ll go and try it on!’

When she returned, I could hardly believe my eyes: the dress was sleeveless, and indeed low-cut, exposing much more than a hint of cleavage, and the hem ended well above her knees. I was sure that Mum wouldn’t go for anything that revealing, but she twirled in front of a mirror, peering at herself over her shoulder.

‘How do I look, darling?’ she cried, and to my amazement she tugged the dress down over her ribs, showing even more of the tops of her breasts.

‘You look – you look wonderful, Mum,’ I managed to get out, and she twirled in front of me once more.

‘I think it’s lovely!’ she said. ‘If you’re sure you like it, dear. But isn’t it rather expensive?’

‘Don’t worry about that Mum. We’ll take it,’ I told the assistant who’d suddenly appeared, sensing a sale.

When we got back to the flat, I decided I did fancy a nap after all, and Mum wanted to go out again to buy some groceries. ‘While you’re at it, get some sexy underwear and some new shoes to go with the dress,’ I suggested, but she laughed.

‘I’ve got plenty of sexy undies, dear! In fact, I think I’ve got a bra and panties exactly the same colour as the dress!’ My eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t notice. ‘I might get some shoes though – if you’re sure I’m not spending too much of your money!

I just kissed her and gave her my wallet, and then she was off.

It was quite late when I woke up – I must have been more tired than I thought, but after I’d showered and shaved I felt better. Mum seemed to spend hours getting ready, and then I heard her call from her room.

‘Darling! Come and do me up, please!’

She looked fabulous: I guessed she’d had her hair done, and her face was beautifully made up. The dress was hanging loose on her shoulders, and she smiled at me excitedly as she shrugged it down.

‘Look, dear! I told ataşehir escort you my undies would match!’

I gulped. Her bra was indeed the same colour as the dress, but what got my attention was the fact that it had half cups that barely covered her nipples, although the thin lacy material showed them almost as clearly as they were fully exposed. As I looked, they seemed to be stiffening, but then Mum pulled the dress back up and turned her back to let me zip her up.

‘Yes, Mum, very nice,’ I muttered, and then involuntarily I lowered my head and kissed her bare shoulder.

She turned back towards me and held her arms out sideways.

‘Well, darling? How do I look?’

‘You look – gorgeous, Mum!’ I said, and meant it.

The dress left her arms and shoulders completely bare, and the cleavage seemed even more pronounced, thanks perhaps to the bra lifting her breasts upwards. The shoes she’d bought had very high heels that accentuated her shapely legs, and the only jewellery she was wearing was a thin gold necklace and diamond earrings.

Mum blushed, and blew me a kiss. ‘I can’t kiss you properly, dear – it’d smudge my lipstick.’

I’d earlier made a call to a restaurant I’d heard about, and even though it was a Saturday I’d managed to make a reservation. Now I phoned for a taxi, and soon we were being shown to our table. I ordered a gin and tonic for Mum and a scotch and water for myself, and told the waiter we were in no hurry for our meal, then settled back to admire my mother once more.

‘You’re the most beautiful woman in the place, and I’m proud to have you with me, Mum – or can I call you sweetheart?’ I smiled, and her cheeks flushed.

‘Thank you, dearest – and of course you can call me sweetheart, or anything else you like!’

The restaurant had a small dance floor, and a good trio – piano, guitar and string bass – was playing some old Sinatra standards. I asked Mum if she’d like to dance, and as I took her in my arms my eyes were drawn once more to the deep valley between her breasts. She was wearing a hint of perfume that I didn’t recognize, and I inhaled it as she moulded her body against me: to my embarrassment, I found that I was getting aroused, but for a moment I allowed myself to hold her close and let my lips brush her ear. If she noticed, she gave no hint, and we danced without speaking until the set was finished.

Back at the table, I ordered another couple of drinks, and we chose our food, with a good bottle of wine to accompany it. To my surprise, my mother began to chat animatedly, laughing happily and smiling at me with sparkling eyes. She covered my hand with hers, and leaned towards me – her dress fell forward slightly, and once again I stared down at her half-revealed breasts, accentuated by the lacy bra.

‘I’m having a wonderful time, darling – thank you so much!’ she said, squeezing my hand.

The food arrived, and I forced my gaze away from her breasts, smiling at her uncomfortably. But the sight of her bra had reminded me of what she’d said earlier.

‘So what’s all this about sexy underwear, Mum?

She smiled at me coyly. ‘I just like it, that’s all! I like wearing sexy things under more sensible clothes. Either that, or nothing at all. Sometimes it’s all I have on around the house … I just wish someone could see me. And your father liked seeing me wearing it – that, or nothing at all!’

I gulped. ‘Do you get lonely sometimes, Mum – now that Dad’s dead?’ I asked, trying to turn the conversation to less sexually-oriented topics. I failed.

Mum took a long swallow of her drink and lowered her eyes. ‘Sometimes, dear – and I miss the sex.’

I could hardly believe my ears: my mother, talking about sex?

‘You didn’t know it, of course, but your father was very demanding,’ she said, and I imagined she meant that he had a voracious sexual appetite, but then she continued.

‘I loved the things he made me do, and I think that’s what I miss most.’

It was my turn to gulp down some wine, not knowing what to say, but Mum was in full swing, eating as she talked.

‘I like to please men,’ she said, glancing at me almost coyly as I refilled her glass.

‘I like them to – to use me, to use my body. I suppose I’m – passive, or submissive, or something.’

She drank again, and I wondered whether she was getting slightly drunk. I signalled for another bottle of wine.

‘When I was a girl, Dad used to spank me if I was naughty. Even when I was at university. He always came up to my room at bedtime, sit on the bed and take me across his lap, then he’d pull my nightdress up and spank my bare bottom. I loved it, and I loved knowing that he liked doing it to me. He’d get hard, and I’d wriggle against him, knowing it was what he wanted…’ She sighed, and once more sipped her wine.

”Your father used to like us to talk dirty,’ she said suddenly, and she looked at me, rather strangely, I thought.

‘I – I think I’d – like you to talk dirty to me sometime, Mum,’ I blurted, and her eyes glistened. Just then the waiter arrived to clear away the plates, and I avcılar escort told him we’d wait for dessert and coffee. Then I dragged Mum back onto the dance floor, and held her close as we started to move to the music – Rogers and Hart, this time. I was painfully aware of my mother’s body against mine, and I felt myself getting an erection. This time, Mum certainly felt it too: she looked up at me, and squirmed her pelvis against me.

‘Speaking of wriggling,’ I said, and she laughed.

‘Do you mind me pressed against your dick like this, darling?’ she asked innocently.

‘Silly bitch!’ I growled, and dropped my hands to her bottom, holding her against me even tighter, and she smiled.

‘I’ve been wondering if we’d – be like this, ever since you told me you were coming home,’ she said. That photo you sent me, taken when you were swimming somewhere. You were – almost naked, apart from those tiny swimming briefs you were wearing. I often look at it in bed with nothing on, staring at your bulging groin, and wishing that you weren’t wearing those bloody briefs!’

Back at the table, we ordered dessert with coffee to follow, and Mum’s foot brushed against my leg under the table.

‘What sort of things did Dad make you do?’ I asked curiously, and Mum smiled.

‘Anything and everything. And he liked me to expose myself to other men. Sometimes he’d bring a man home, and make me masturbate for him, and he’d watch while the man – fucked me. A couple of times he brought a man and a woman, and they’d both fuck me. Afterwards, your father would fuck me himself, like a madman!’

She shivered. ‘Just talking about it makes me wet between my legs – I’m soaking!’

‘I’m pretty uncomfortable myself, Mum!’

‘What happened to “sweetheart”? Or “bitch”? or “whore”, maybe? I’d like that!’

I swallowed painfully. ‘When – when did you last have sex, sweetheart – whore?’

Mum smiled almost sadly. ‘A month or so ago, I suppose. He was very polite and gentle, asking me if he could kiss me, and if I minded him putting his hand up my skirt. I’d rather he’d raped me or something!’

‘You don’t have a – a regular boyfriend, then?’

She hesitated. ‘Well, there’s a man I see often. He’s Jamaican, and he know’s what I like. He calls me his white bitch, or cow, or slut. Sometimes he slaps me about a bit – not too much. That’s nice. There’s a club we go to, and he takes out his cock at the table and makes me lick it. And he makes me get in the bath, and he pisses all over me…’

I felt I needed some air, and signalled the waiter for the bill. Once outside the restaurant, I suggested that we walk for a bit, and Mum snuggled against me as I put my arm round her.

‘Do you mind me telling you these things, darling? Aren’t you shocked?’

‘Amazed, more like, Mum! I can hardly believe it! You, of all people! But yes, I do like it – it’s exciting!’

We came to a wine bar, and I told her I fancied a nightcap. We went in, and found a table against the wall. I went up to the bar and bought two glasses of wine, then carried them back to the table. We sat side by side, and Mum’s skirt rode more than half way up her thighs as she crossed her legs. I also had a better view of her magnificent breasts, and I unashamedly stared at her.

‘Cheers, my darling,’ she said, smiling at me over the rim of her glass, and I returned the toast.

‘Here’s to you, Mum – the new Mum, that I never imagined existed!’ I said, and she squeezed my hand.

‘This boyfriend of yours – the Jamacian – what’s happening with him?’ I asked, and Mum shrugged.

‘He got into a fight and knifed someone, and he’s in prison. I’ve visited him a couple of times, and he tells me what he’s going to do to me when he gets out. I can hardly wait!’

I stroked her bare arm. ‘Are you still wet, Mum? I asked, and she smiled.

‘I’m soaking, darling!’

I slid my arm round her shoulders. ‘Kiss me, whore!’

I drew her towards me, and our lips touched properly for the first time. We kissed gently at first, and then I probed her teeth with my tongue and her mouth opened under mine. Our tongues danced together as I dropped my hand to her thigh, stroking it, and trying to adjust to the idea of what was happening. The kiss went on and on, and then I pulled back slightly.

‘Put your hand on my cock, Mum,’ I whispered, and then caught my breath as I felt her stroking me through my trousers. We kissed again, oblivious to anyone who might be watching, and then it was Mum’s turn to break away. She was panting slightly, her breasts heaving gently. We stared at each other for a long moment, then I told her to drink up – it was time to go home.

We found a taxi without too much difficulty, and once inside I kissed her again, briefly fondling her breast before I slid my hand up her leg, stroking the soft bare skin above her stocking top and then moving further upwards. She was right – her cunt was dripping, and then I felt her fumbling with the zip of my trousers. She slipped her hand inside, struggling to free my cock, and then she arched her body against me as she ran her ataşehir escort bayan fingers up and down it.

‘Do you know what I’m going to do to you when we get home?’ I said thickly, and she smiled.

‘Fuck me, I expect, darling. But you can do whatever else you like to me, if you want to!’

‘Fucking will do for a start – I’m going to fuck your brains out,’ I said, and then the taxi came to a halt. I stuffed my cock back into my trousers, and as I paid the cabbie he winked at me – he’d been watching us in his mirror, I guessed.

Once inside the door, I jammed my mother against the wall and kissed her once more – I couldn’t get enough of her mouth, and I kissed her roughly, trying to ram my tongue down her throat. At last I released her; she was staring at me wildly, and this time her breasts were heaving with a vengeance. I put my arms round her and managed to unfasten her dress.

I stepped back. ‘Take it off, Mum. Take everything off. I want to watch you undress, and see without a stitch on!’

Her eyes fixed on me, she slowly pushed the dress down and stepped out of it, to stand before me wearing just her bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. Then she twisted her arms behind her back to unhook the bra, and slowly, very slowly, slipped it off her arms, stroking her breasts as she freed them, all the while watching my reaction. They weren’t overly large, but they were majestic; beautifully formed, capped with magnificent, dark brown stippled aureoles from which jutted cylindrical nipples at least half an inch long. They stood up as proudly as if they belonged to a twenty-year-old, and I was reminded of ripe, luscious fruit Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties, easing them down an inch or two. They were so fine as to be practically non-existant, the lace doing nothing to hide a profusion of pubic hair. Mum finally pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to her ankles, and I saw that, unlike her hair, her luxurious bush was slightly streaked with grey. Next, I watched her discard the suspender belt and bend to roll down her stockings, those delectable breasts swaying provocatively, until finally she straightened up, completely naked. She paused, then slowly revolved in front of me, looking over her shoulder and watching me stare at her bare bottom.

‘Do you like me, dearest?’ she asked anxiously, smoothing her hands over her body.

‘I love you, sweetheart,’ I croaked. ‘I mean it – I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!’

I lifted her into my arms, kissing her and then lowering my head to take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it as she tightened her arms round my neck. Then, still kissing her, I carried her into her room, and deposited her on the bed before tearing my clothes off.

‘You’re beautiful too,my darling,’ Mum whispered, and then I threw myself on top of her.

‘Do it to me quickly, dearest – I’m coming already!’ she gasped, parting her legs and guiding me into her.

I needed no urging, and began pounding into her. Her body was wet with perspiration, and she writhed beneath me. I kissed her hungrily, hearing her breasts squelching against my chest. She jerked against me, matching my movements: with one hand I grabbed her breast, and I slipped the other under her to clutch her bottom, forcing her against my loins even harder. Mum was moaning, her body thrashing wildly, and then she screamed as I exploded into her, feeling myself spurting uncontrollably. She clung to me desperately, sinking her teeth into my shoulder as my semen jetted deep inside her. At last the flow subsided, and Mum stared at me with heavy, sex-drugged eyes.

‘Was I all right, my darling?’ she asked anxiously. ‘Did I come too soon for you, my love? Or not do what you wanted?’

I kissed her softly. ‘You were wonderful, Mum. It was the best fuck of my life,’ I said honestly, and she sighed.

‘I so wanted to please you, dearest. I’ll do lots of other things for you – to you – whenever you want. But as long as you’re happy now, so am I.’

We lay quietly for a long time, just holding each other and kissing gently, and then we began exploring each other. I must have kissed every inch of her body, sucking her breasts as I stroked her bottom, slipping my finger into the cleft and probing her anus.

‘God, you’ve got wonderful breasts, Mum,’ I said, nibbling her nipple.

She sighed. ‘You did that when you were a baby. Oh, I wish I had some milk to offer you, my darling.’ She cupped her breast, offering it up to me and rubbing her engorged nipple against my lips. ‘Suck me again, my baby! Pretend you’re drinking me! Suck me dry, dearest! Now the other one! Oh, Christ, I’m having another orgasm, just thinking about it!’

Mum shuddered, then slid down the bed and nestled her face against my stiffening penis, kissing it as she fondled my testicles.

‘It’s been years since I last saw your Penis, darling. It was beautiful then, but it’s even better now. I saw you masturbating once when you were a boy,’ she murmured. ‘It was lovely watching you, and when you came I nearly fainted. I felt guilty, but excited, somehow, too. But I never thought then that I’d feel you come inside me – or how wonderful it would be. I know now, though,’ she whispered, and smiled up at me. ‘God, the way you filled me up was heavenly, my dearest.’

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After their Hot Nude Yoga experience on National Nude Day, Dan, Janice and Sandi decided to make their threesome a permanent relationship. This is Dan’s perspective.

***

Janice and Sandi returned after an hour of so when we sat down to eat the turkey and cheddar sandwiches I prepared. The girls sipped on another glass of wine as I nursed another beer that evening. We put Sandi’s belongings in the guest bedroom until we could figure out a better arrangement. That evening we sat down in the living room, watched TV and chatted about silly life experiences we had.

I set the alarm an hour earlier not knowing how much extra time was needed for Sandi and I to both shower, groom and dress for work. Janice did a great job helping Sandi orient herself to her new surroundings. We had plenty of time to spare so we drank another cup of coffee to wash down the delicious pancake breakfast Janice prepared for us.

“Is this going to seem awkward now at work?” I asked Sandi as I drove to our office building.

“I don’t think so,” Sandi replied. “I will look at you the same lusting way I always have. Only now I won’t feel frustrated,” she laughed.

“I didn’t mean for, you” I quipped. “I’m afraid I’ll have to awkwardly hide my erection every time I see you.”

We both laughed, and then Sandi said jokingly, “Well, maybe we can sneak into a closet for a quick blowjob to relieve your embarrassing situation.” We laughed some more.

I got the usual Monday morning text from Sand, “yoga today?” To which I replied, “Of course. It should be interesting.”

“Indeed,” Sandi emailed back. “I’ll never look at Jennifer the same, lol.”

As we were walking to the yoga class, I asked Sandi, “Doesn’t that woman Jennifer was with, Maria, work in accounting? I’ve seen her at yoga before.”

“Yes, I think so,” Sandi confirmed. “Talk about awkward.” We both laughed again.

Entering the room I noticed Maria up in the front close to where Jennifer will be leading the class from. “Sandi, let’s go up front today. Next to Maria,” Sandi nodded yes with a smile.

“Hi Maria,” I said while I was rolling out my mat next hers.

“Oh, Hi. It’s Dan isn’t it?”

“Yes. And this is Sandi,” I replied with the introduction. Maria gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, “I came so fast because I was watching both of you while Jenn was licking me.”

Maria hugged Sandi and I could hear her whisper to Sandi, “You two are so hot.”

“Hello class,” Jennifer shouted out to get everyone’s attention. “We are going to have a gentle class today. Some of us are worn out from Saturday’s Hot Nude Yoga class. It turned out to be a lot more exhilarating than I expected. So today we will stretch a lot, no power poses.”

I was grateful for Jennifer’s announcement to take it easy, and I am sure Sandi was too, considering the weekend we had. After class as we were rolling up our mats when Jennifer came up to Sandi and I.

“Both of you are still friends, I see. I guess everything turned out all right. No regrets,” Jennifer said to us.

“Better than expected,” Sandi returned. “We actually spent the rest of the weekend together, the three of us,'” she emphasized.

“That sounds hot,” Jennifer remarked. “Congratulations.”

Getting in the elevator, Sandi pressed the fifth floor. I looked at her puzzled and she explained, “There’s a unisex, family rest room by the employee cafeteria. We need to take care of some family business,” she winked.

We ducked quickly into the rest room. Sandi locked the door. She embraced me with a big sloppy kiss. Disengaged from our kiss, Sandi quickly pulled my yoga pants down, along with my boxers. On her knees, she engulfed my rapidly growing penis in her mouth. Bobbing up and down on my hard shaft was getting me off rapidly.

Stroking my cock furiously, Sandi instructed, “Don’t be loud when you cum. Nobody can hear us.”

I shut my mouth as she took me in all the way. The tip of my cock thrusting her throat. I let go three streams blasting directly down her throat. The fourth, a weak one, she took in her mouth, savoring my cum, sucking out every drop.

Sandi stood up, planting another wet sloppy kiss on my lips, the taste of my cum lingering. I pulled up my shorts and pants as we clandestinely left the family rest room and headed to the elevators to return to our offices.

“Thanks for the delicious gourmet lunch,” Sandi said with a wink as I the elevator stopped on my floor.

“Anytime,” I smiled.

The rest of the workday went uneventful. We met up at the car in the parking garage for the ride home.

Janice greeted us at the door with a hug and a kiss. The kiss she gave Sandi lasted minutes as they embraced. “Everything go OK at work for you two?” Janice asked.

“Oh, yes,” Sandi replied. “Dan even treated me to a hot, creamy gourmet lunch.”

“Sounds yummy,” Janice laughed.

After a nice dinner of salad and lasagna we all sat down with a glass of red wine to relax. “I hate to be a party pooper but I ataşehir escort have about an hour’s work I need to do on a new retail center acquisition,” Sandi informed Janice and me.

“We haven’t really thought about your homework,” I added. “You can work at the desk in the den for now but I think we need to set you up your own private office where you can work peacefully.”

“The third bedroom is far enough away from the master bedroom. That would be best. Then you won’t be disturbed by sounds from the TV or our moving around,” Janice offered.

“That’s a great idea,” I stated. “We’ll work on that this weekend.”

Sandi went off to the den with her laptop. Janice and I plopped down on the couch to watch TV. The shows were not very interesting so our attention turned to each other. It was a gentle make-out session. I eventually removed Janice’s blouse and bra, fondling and sucking on her breasts, licking her nipples, eliciting soft moans.

We must have been going at for an hour or more as Sandi came in to join us. Having seen us in a state of half nakedness she must have decided to strip completely. I felt her breasts pressed against my back as she reached around to join me in playing with Janice’s pussy. Janice enjoyed the attention her breasts and pussy were getting.

“How would you like me to cum for you?” I asked her softly.

“In my mouth,” she replied. “I want that delicious gourmet meal you gave Sandi earlier.”

I stood up and positioned my cock in front of her face as Sandi continued to finger her pussy and rub her clit. Janice took me in all the way, as I slowly fucked her face, thrusting more gently than powerfully. Several times, she pulled away, reacting to her own orgasms. Sandi kept up her pace while Janice took me back in, sucking on my head then allowing me to push to her throat. My moans got louder as my climax built. For the second time today I felt my balls tighten as my sperm surged through in several streams filling Janice’s mouth with my cum.

Janice opened her cum filled mouth to show us her prize, gesturing Sandi to come and share it with her. They locked in cum swapping kiss for a couple of minutes before each licking their smiling lips.

“Let’s have another glass of wine and then go to bed,” Sandi suggested. We all agreed, finally settling down to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next few weeks were hectic, especially the weekends, getting Sandi situated. We moved some of her furniture to our house, a dresser, her desk and some other keepsakes she didn’t want to part with. Some of it we stored in the garage. The rest she figured she would sell with the house. Sandi interviewed a dozen Realtors before deciding who would sell her house.

Sandi settled in well. This lively, vivacious woman made Janice and I feel twenty years younger. We enjoyed going out together, to the movies, for dinner, the theater, concerts. No more boring weekends, certainly not in the bedroom.

As fall was waning, it became time to plan our annual winter vacation. This will be the first with Sandi. When we sat down to discuss it over dinner, Janice took over.

“You remember Ken and Alice, Dan?” Janice questioned me.

“Yes. They moved to Arizona last year when Ken retired,” I remembered.

“Well, I was talking to Alice last week and she was telling me all about their new home, the wonderful outdoorsy lifestyle there. She even mentioned there is a clothing optional resort just a couple of miles from their house where they go to dances and parties. Can you believe it? They seemed so uptight sexually,” Janice went on.

“Yea, I wouldn’t expect that from them,” I added.

“I looked it up; it’s right outside of Tucson. I think it would be great to explore that part of the country and it would be sexy to stay at a nudist resort. What do you think, Sandi?” Janice asked.

“You know me. If it wasn’t for Nude Day we wouldn’t all be together. I’d love it,” Sandi replied.

“Dan?”

“Sounds great. Maybe they have nude yoga classes,” I replied.

“OK, then. I’ll make the reservations,” Janice finished the conversation.

Janice booked us for a week in February. A good time to get out of the snow and freezing temperatures here. From what we could gather on-line, it was a great time to be in the southwest desert. A great time to go hiking, sightseeing and the big local event that week, the rodeo.

…..

We picked up a rental car at the airport, put in the address to the resort in the GPS and headed out on our first vacation as a threesome. It was pleasant to step outside to perfect eighty-degree weather.

“We’re going to have to stop and pick up a lot of sunscreen if we’re going to be parading around the resort in the buff,” I stated.

“Watch how dark my olive skin gets from the sun,” Sandi bragged.

“I’m sure they will have that sort of stuff at the resort,” Janice quipped.

Checking in to the resort the young man behind the counter looked at us quizzically. “I’m afraid we only have a reservation avcılar escort for a room with one king sized bed. We are totally booked this week and I don’t even have a roll away for you,” he said looking at the three of us.

“That’s fine,” Janice interrupted. “That’s all we need is one bed,” she let him know with a smile and a wink.

“Ok. Here’s three key cards. Room 124. It looks out directly to the pool and has a little patio,” he said, not sure, if he totally understood our situation.

The room was spacious and the patio had a small table with four chairs. Janice picked up a couple of bottles of sunscreen at the gift shop. It was late afternoon so we decided to hang out by the pool before dinner. Sandi helped out applying the lotion to my back. She turned me around to do my front when she got down on her knees.

“I think I will have a snack before I put this greasy shit all over your cock,” Sandi laughed as she took my hardening muscle into her mouth and started sucking and licking furiously. I began thrusting in sync with her head movements. After several minutes I shoot my load in Sandi’s mouth.

“Uh, are we going to share?” Janice asked with a smile. Sandi got up and placed her lips on Janice’s, swapping my cum back and forth in their embrace.

Sandi finished applying the sunscreen to the rest of my body. Both us took care of Janice; I took her rear, spending time making sure her butt was well taken care of, while Sandi concentrated on Janice’s breasts. Eventually we were prepared to enjoy the sunshine.

“I’ll get us each a Margarita,” I informed the girls. The pool area was packed with all sorts of naked bodies, big and small, old and young, every imaginable shape and yet they all were sexy to behold.

Sandi and Janice commandeered the lone remaining lounge as I returned from the bar with our drinks. The couple next to them offered up one of the lounges they occupied, “here, have this one. Three might be a little uncomfortable but two seems perfect,” the man said as he went to join the woman.

“Thanks,” I said to him. “My name is Dan and these lovely ladies are Sandi and Janice,” I introduced, pointing to them.

“I’m Victor and this is my wife Juanita,” he said shaking my hand. Victor and Juanita appeared to be same age as Janice and I. Victor has a nice fit body; Juanita is a bit plump which actually looks good on her.

We struck up a conversation. Victor and Juanita are from California. He is a software engineer and she is a financial manager. I introduced myself as a property appraiser and negotiator, Janice as a retired schoolteacher and Sandi as the lawyer.

“I am embarrassed to ask, but, are you three in a relationship together?” Juanita asked.

“That’s alright,” Janice replied. “Yes we are. I know it seems a little unusual.”

“We are all lovers,” Sandi chimed in.

“Actually, it was Sandi who saved our dull boring marriage,” I added.

“Well you see, I had the hots for them,” Sandi explained. “I gave them everything I had to be with them,” she said wrapping her arms around Janice.

“That is exciting. How come we don’t find us another woman to liven things up, Victor?” Juanita directed to her husband.

“I don’t know if I could handle another woman. You’re more than enough for me,” he shot back knowing it complimented her.

We all laughed.

After dinner, I met up with Victor at the bar. Juanita joined my girls on the patio at our room. Victor was very inquisitive about my relationship with Janice and Sandi. “Janice and I have been married over twenty-five years,” I explained. “Sandi and I have been working together for several years but it was just this past summer that we got together sexually.”

“How did Janice take it at first?” Victor asked.

“Actually, and I didn’t find this out until afterwards, Janice and Sandi conspired to get me with Sandi,” I informed him. “And, they had sex with each other before I had sex with Sandi.”

Victor appeared amazed at this revelation. So, I asked him, “Have you and Juanita ever tried anything unconventional to spice up your sex life?”

“Once,” Victor said, “and it turned out to be a disaster.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, we considered trying swinging,” Victor went on. “We made contact with several couples at an on-line swinger’s site. One couple invited us over for a house party. There were four couples there and we paired up with one who seemed nice and easy going.”

Victor continued, “We decided to go their house for some activity. It was all well and good as we were having fun drinking and playing strip poker. Once we were all naked, the guy made a move on Juanita. It was OK with me but she seemed a bit nervous. I assured her it was OK. I guess he was over anxious because he popped maybe ten seconds into it.”

“Was he done for the night,” I asked.

“Things got more uncomfortable when I started fucking his wife doggie style,” Victor explained. “The guy started haranguing his wife asking her shit like, ‘does his cock ataşehir escort bayan feel better than mine?’ and ‘is he deep enough for you honey.'”

“He must have been a real jerk,” I commented.

“He was,” Victor agreed. “I could see that Juanita was getting upset with the situation so I stopped screwing her, we got dressed and left. That was the end of our experiment into swinging.”

“That’s a shame,” I said. “Juanita seemed to hint at wanting another woman in your relationship. Maybe, it was only that bad experience with another man.”

“It could be,” Victor responded. “I wish there is something we could do,” he further lamented.

“Why don’t you and Juanita join us tomorrow?” I offered. “We are going to hit a few tourist spots and get some authentic Mexican food.” Then I proposed, “I’ll see if Janice and Sandi will flirt with you and Juanita, try and loosen things up.”

“That would be great,” Victor said thankfully.

The next day we toured a museum of Native American art and artifacts. We stopped for a late lunch at one of the restaurants the concierge at the resort recommended. Janice was hanging on Juanita and Sandi flirted relentlessly with Victor as we planned. I was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel as my women paid all their attention to the couple.

It was late afternoon when we returned to the resort. Sandi started the real come on boldly, “Let’s shed these clothes and meet at the pool. I’ve been dying all day to get another look at that sexy cock of yours, Victor.”

Not wanting to feel left out, I commented, “And how about Juanita’s sexy butt? It’s as nice as yours Sandi. What do you think, Janice?”

“I’m attracted to those nice beautiful boobs,” Janice responded. “Why don’t you come to our room, Juanita,” Janice said grabbing her by the hand. “Dan and I will get you fixed up with suntan lotion.”

“And I’ll take care of you big boy,” Sandi said taking Victor by the arm.

Back in our room, Janice and I helped Juanita out of her sundress. While Janice was unclasping her bra I knelt down and pulled her panties off from behind, noticing how damp they were. Juanita was visibly aroused from the attention. I glanced over at Sandi and Victor and so was Victor. Sandi had his hard cock in one hand as the other one rubbed his chest. Janice and I laid Juanita on the bed while I saw Sandi sit Victor down on the love seat.

Quickly, Janice Sandi and I shed our clothing. Janice gave Juanita a kiss on the lips as I softly caressed her breasts. I looked over at Sandi and Victor. Sandi now had Victor’s cock all the way in her mouth. Janice worked her way down Juanita, licking her pussy, eliciting soft moans. My tongue teased one nipple then the other. After several minutes of working her pussy and clit, Juanita came with a loud moan, thrusting her hips into Janice’s face.

I watched Sandi straddling Victor, bouncing up and down on his cock, his face buried in her tits. “God, I am going to cum,” Victor blurted out. Sandi got off him and furiously pumped his cock as streams of his hot, sticky cum hit Sandi’s mouth and breasts. Janice, Juanita and I watched as Sandi sucked the last remaining drops from his stiff muscle.

“Did you like that,” I whispered in Juanita’s ear.

“Oh god, yes. Will you fuck me Dan?” she pleaded.

Without another word said, Janice pulled Juanita’s legs back, opening her wet, shiny pussy opening to me. Slowly I entered her, setting a gentle pace to start, feeling the warm wetness bathing my cock. After a couple of minutes, I began to thrust harder and faster. Juanita’s moans became louder as her hips moved in rhythm with mine. Janice was rubbing her clit, now furiously as Juanita screamed, “Oh god,” repeatedly as she came multiple times. Her big climax hit, her muscles tightened around my cock, I exploded sending strings of cum into her, her body writhing. I collapsed on her as we both panted our way down from a terrific orgasm.

“Oh my god, Juanita. That was beautiful,” Victor exclaimed as he came over to embrace his wife after I rolled off her. Janice, Sandi and I got off the bed and let them lie there, furiously kissing each other in an unbreakable embrace.

Silently, we left the room and headed to the bar, leaving our new friends to enjoy each other.

“That was so hot, Dan. You fucked Juanita just as great as you fuck Janice,” Sandi complimented me. “I could watch that all day.”

“Looks like you still have a bit of Victor’s dried cum on your tit, girl,” Janice noticed.

“Badge of honor,” Sandi smiled.

After a couple of drinks, forty-five minutes later we decided to go back to our room and get ready for dinner. Walking in from the patio, we saw Juanita riding Victor, moaning “Oh fuck,” as she rocked back and forth on his cock. Janice and I took a shower first while Sandi sat down to watch, fingering herself to an eventual orgasm, I was sure.

“You guys are hot lovers.” I overheard Sandi telling them. “Mind if I clean you guys up?”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Juanita questioned.

“I think she means she wants to lick your cum off my cock and lick and suck our cum from your pussy,” Victor informed his wife.

“Yep,” confirmed Sandi, “I do that with Dan and Janice all the time. My little treat.”

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The trip wasn’t long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed.

The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I’d passed the in-flight meal.

It had been just a few months we’d been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on Face Book. The messages at first were fairly plan but exploratory. Each message got a bit more detailed. We’d exchanged pictures, moving from ones that my mom was particularly pleased with to some that were taken totally without her knowledge and permission.

The man next to me, the one that had spent nearly the entire trip trying to either engage me in conversation or look down my blouse, tried once more to ‘score’ himself a teenager for the weekend. It was amusing to see him try to see my boobs even when they were teeny. My 34 A/B breasts were mainly nipples if you want to know the truth. I guess he saw them poking against the white blouse you had told me to wear. I’d also had to keep pulling down the short dress you had insisted I wear to meet you. My squirming, as the thong you had sent me had ridden up, may have given him some hope. Anyhow, I refused to even look at him. As he walked up the aisle ahead of me I saw he was at least an inch shorter than my 5’8″. I tossed my head and my brunette hair shook with disdain.

I thought about what I’d told my mom about this 3-day trip over a school holiday and hoped she’d never find out the real reason. She thought I was taking a school field trip. Since it was my freshman year at the University and I was doing so well, she allowed as maybe this trip was deserved. My dad had called from San Francisco with well-wishes and to ensure I’d received the extra money. My mom’s blonde hair was disheveled from our hugging and her crying. You’d never have guessed she was just 41. I’d never been away from her before except to visit my dad. Oh God, little did she know I was probably going to come home totally changed. I just prayed it wasn’t going to show on the outside.

The walk down the rampway was both exciting but felt perilous too. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day. My knees were telling me I might not make it all the way. You were going to meet me in the lobby in the main terminal. Although we’d emailed and chatted almost every day in the past 2 weeks, finally meeting face to face was beginning to be more breathtaking every moment.

You’d describe yourself, sent pictures, some so graphic I didn’t need an explanation, and I’d done the same. I pictured you in my mind, tall, professional, attractive, sexy, and aggressive. Your sharing ataşehir escort on your webcam couldn’t do you justice; I just knew you were going to be soooooooooo much more. The trepidation I was feeling was, ‘what if you don’t like me once we meet?’ Well also, I was starting to have second thoughts as to what was going to happen to me and what I was going to do or have to do. Or, have done to me.

My second thoughts were almost like I felt the first time I’d gone scuba diving in open water. I know I’d trained and been certified but it was in a 15′ swimming pool. As I sat on the rail of the boat, my back to the water, my stomach was going 90 miles per hour. God, what was down there, what would happen, would I do something stupid, would I panic???? Then, as I rolled backwards off the 4′ rail, the fear was mixed with anticipation at the same time. It was scary but exciting at the same time. The feeling was addictive. I was feeling that now as I looked excitedly but fearfully around the waiting area for the one I’d promised I’d come to visit for several days.

I picked you out immediately; you looked younger and more desirous than I’d envisioned looking at your pictures and the webcam. You were dressed in a pants suit. It fit you like it was made for you. You looked every bit as gorgeous and sexy as I’d seen and imagined but your fabulous body was totally hidden in the pinstriped business outfit. God, it made you you. My knees went totally spastic on me and I sort of stumbled. Now I felt totally immature and silly. I knew you were only 2 years younger than my mom but you looked so appealing to me. My legs held together enough so I made to you. You looked like the domme you said you were and I’d imagined since I’d started calling you Mistress. “My Mistress.”

You didn’t speak; you just took my elbow and lead me towards the exit. I’d only brought a carry-on per your instructions as it only held a black thong, another short dress, a white blouse and my make-up kit – it wasn’t much bigger than my purse.

I started to speak but you gave me a stern look so I kept quiet. I could feel your strength from your grip on my elbow steering me towards the curb and a car that had very dark windows. I couldn’t see inside. You opened the rear door, pushed me inside and got in beside me. I could see you had a man driving. It looked liked the significant other who’s picture you’d sent me. He didn’t look around but started the car and we swept away.

My tongue was totally dry with mounting fear. I hadn’t imagined that this would be how we’d act when we met. You suddenly pulled me to you and kissed me on the mouth. It was so quick and sudden, I was momentarily startled but then I just started to melt as I felt your tongue exploring my closed mouth. I slowly and hesitantly avcılar escort opened my mouth and took your tongue in. I could feel you exploring all over my tongue and lips. I started to feel a tingling inside my lower abdomen as I started responding to you. I don’t know how long we kissed but it seemed liked ages but very fast too. It was confusing. So far you hadn’t said a word. I thought it was going to be different, didn’t know what, but different.

Your hand slowly moved from my arm to my neck, then slowly down my chest to my breast. You were on my right and your hand suddenly engulfed my left breast. My extremely sensitive nipple reacted immediately and pushed against the silk blouse. You’d ordered me not to wear a bra and I was sooooo grateful it hadn’t been cold on the plane as when they are aroused, they stand out almost ¾ of an inch. I shivered as I recalled the noxious man and what he might have done if they had pushed forward as they were now.

I felt you unbuttoning my blouse and felt a twinge of embarrassment as you soon were able to see my teeny boobs. But, you seemed to be pleased with the rigid nipples that were straining to grow even longer. Suddenly you left my lips and moved you head to my right nipple. You kissed, licked and suddenly nipped it with your teeth. It hurt a little but then, as you kissed it again, suddenly felt fantastic. And, although it seemed ridiculous, seem to extend even farther. You ministrations were making me feel hot and I could sense myself getting warm and wet in the small patch of the red thong I was wearing.

The man in the front had moved the mirror and was watching but it was tilted so I couldn’t see his eyes. I felt embarrassed but, at the same time, excited that he was watching. You hadn’t said anyone was going to be with you and me and it was discomforting but, sort of exciting too. Oh God, suddenly I wondered if you’d discussed everything we’d talked about during the past 3 months of our relationship. Had you talked about the totally nasty fantasies we’d shared, my admitting to you of having bizarre thoughts when you’d mentioned you had “special” K9 pets. All of a sudden, I had a feeling like I was drowning. I could feel myself going into a situation deeper and deeper…Desperately wanting to but, scared of what might happen to me or what I might have to do. Wanting to, not wanting to… What does he think???

My resolve was melting as I felt your hand on my leg just above my knee. My short shirt had ridden up as we had kissed and I’d scooted down in the seat when you’d started playing with my breasts. You suddenly pinched and pulled one of my nipples so hard I felt pain but again, it subsided so quickly it felt good. Your hand was moving towards my thong and I knew you were going to find me wet and ataşehir escort bayan getting wetter. My thong felt like it was drenched. Suddenly I felt your fingers seeking my clitoris through the cloth. I was lost. I wanted you to pull them off and do all the things to me you’d promised you were going to do when we met.

You finally spoke and said, “Get that thong off slut”. I was taken back some as, although you’d addressed me like that in our emails, it was so close and personal now. It made me want you all the more.

I hunched up and pulled my thong off. You took it, smelled it and held it to my face for me to discover my scent. You said, “So slut, smells like you know you’re finally with your Mistress”. I sighed and responded, “Yes Mistress, I’m here for you to do to as you wish”.

“As yes my pet,” you replied, “and you’re going to do EVERYTHING we’ve talked about and more.” I shivered as my imagination went totally wild.

I cried out when your fingers, 2 of them, pushed into my virgin pussy. It felt so good but it hurt a bit too. I’d never had more than a finger there, well, other than my tampons. At first I just layed there but you started moving your fingers all around, seeking all of me and at the same time you started pinching and pulling my nips again. God, the feeling between the two was mind-boggling. I could feel myself getting wetter and felt a blush of heat as I knew everyone in the car could hear the squishing sound her fingers were making as they moved faster and faster. I was groaning, gasping and sighing all at the same time. Deep inside me I could feel a pressure building up. It was like when I masturbated but different, totally different. It was building and building…I could hear myself moaning louder and louder. Suddenly I heard myself yell, “Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd”, and I came.

I’m a gusher and have had to change sheets sometime when I’ve masturbated and I forgot a towel. I’ve even made a beach towel drenched at times. This was the granddaddy of all my cums. I squirted and squirted. I imagined it even hit the back of the front seat. You just cooed and kept pinching my nips and suddenly plunged 3 fingers deep inside me and another started seeking my bum. I could feel it at my opening. I’d never had anything there before and it felt nasty but, sensuous at the same time. You pushed a finger from your other hand into my cunt; got it wet and then I felt you at my sphincter muscle again. I yelled when you pushed it into me up to your second knuckle. My screams made the man turn around and he saw me, legs spayed wide, her fingers in my cunt and another in my asshole. Funny though, my screams were for you to do it more…deeper…faster… I was in heaven.

As I was coming down, you said, “My pet slut, that was just a welcome, you are going to experience EVERYTHING we’ve talked about or what you’ve imagined and fantasized about all your life. EVERYTHING.”

All I could do was whisper, “Yes Mistress, EVERYTHING.”

To be continued if Miss Rose approves…

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As the three of us lay naked on the couch recovering from the exertions of the past hour, Kriszta shared with us the story of her first lesbian experience.

“When I first met my husband, I was a virgin and relatively naïve. As our relationship got more serious, he told me that he was worried that since I’d only ever been with him he knew I’d eventually start to wonder what being with other men was like. He didn’t want infidelity to come between us, and he didn’t want me to wake up in ten years and decide that I’d made a mistake. So he convinced me to join a swingers club with him.

“After the first few experiences I realized that, at heart, I’m a slut. I love to fuck and be fucked, the dirtier the better. Istvan realized that he loved watching me fuck other guys. At about that time, we were invited to participate in the fulfillment of a club member’s fantasy. This guy wanted his wife and another woman to get on a train and suck off multiple guys before coming into his compartment and servicing him and the other woman’s partner. It sounded exciting to me, so we decided to do it.

“Istvan and I met András at the train station. We were the last to arrive, so he hurried us onto the train and into his compartment. Kyla had long, curly brown hair and breasts larger than mine. We were both wearing the outfit that András had requested – a short white skirt and red tube top with no bra and a white g-string. As the train got underway, Kyla led me down the hall to the compartment where our first set of guys waited.

“She knocked on the door, we were invited in by a strong voice. I closed the door behind us. Two men were in the compartment, one on each side. They were both blond, young, and well built. Kyla took the lead and made them pick which of us would service them. I knelt before the guy who’d picked me, undid his pants and started sucking him off. Kyla did the same with the other guy. As I sucked him, my guy played with my tits and also leaned over and finger fucked Kyla. Kyla brought her guy to orgasm first, but mine wasn’t far behind. We swallowed their cum and then left, without ever exchanging names and barely a good bye.”

By this point in the story I was erect again. Jana and Kriszta were taking turns stroking my cock and I had a couple of fingers in each of their pussies.

“We went into the next compartment,” Kriszta continued. “It had two men, sitting on one side and two women on the other. The women were in the middle of a 69, the men were masturbating while watching. One of the women looked up at us and said, ‘Each of you suck one of them off, let them cum on your face, your tits and in your mouth but don’t swallow. We want lick you clean when you’re done.’ Then she dropped her head back to the other woman’s pussy and started eating her out again.

“Kyla and I did as we were told. We pulled our tube tops down and I replaced my guy’s hand with my own. I started licking and sucking his cock. Pretty soon I could tell he was ready to cum. He pushed my head away from his cock, stood up and began jerking off over me. I stayed on my knees in front of him, head tilted back, eyes and mouth wide open waiting for it. He came in long ropy strings, some landed in my hair, some in my mouth, and some on my tits. When he was done, I reached out milked the last of his cum into my mouth.

“The sight must have set off Kyla’s guy because as I pulled my guy dry, he let out a loud grunt and began spurting into her mouth. She took as much as she could, then lifted her head and kept stroking him, letting the cum run down his cock to lubricate her hand as it moved back and forth on her shaft.

“The two women who were already in the compartment stopped licking each other and sat up on the bench. Each of them grabbed one of us and pulled us up to straddle them. Kyla’s woman pulled her head down, thrust her tongue into Kyla’s mouth, and then began swallowing the semen as Kyla şişli escort let it dribble out of her mouth.

“My woman began licking the cum off of my tits, then moved up to clean my face the same way. She was squeezing my ass as she did this, and I found myself turned on in a way that I hadn’t expected. Finally she opened her mouth to receive the cum that I’d caught in mine. After I’d let it dribble into her mouth, I couldn’t resist kissing her deeply, swirling my tongue around and around hers. She slipped a few fingers around my g-string and into my pussy. I came almost immediately. To this day, I’ve never met another woman with hands as good as Mónika’s.

“After I’d recovered myself, Kyla and I got ourselves decent enough to dash into the next compartment down where Istvan and András were waiting. As we left, Mónika and her friend were climbing onto the guys’ laps, getting ready to ride their renewed cocks.

“We walked into the compartment without knocking. András and Istvan were both reading the newspaper. I closed the door behind me and turned to see Kyla on her knees in front of Istvan. I moved over and undid András’ pants. In almost no time I heard Istvan groan that he was going to cum. Kyla didn’t miss a beat, she just kept on slurping and let him cum in her mouth and all over her face and tits. The sight of his wife covered in another man’s cum was enough to send András through the roof. He held my head against his cock as he spurted a long stream of cum into my mouth. I did my best to swallow it all, but couldn’t manage it. Some dribbled down my chin and back onto his cock.

“Finally, András was done. Kyla and I looked at each other, we each had a mouthful of cum, Istvan’s white seed was all over her chin and down her tits. I leaned over and we began kissing, swapping the sperm back and forth between us and pressing our tits against each other’s. I squeezed her ass with one hand and held her head still with the other so that I could lick Istvan’s cum from her face. Once I’d licked her face clean, I moved down to her tits. I licked all the cum off of them and then began sucking on her small, firm nipples. She moaned and leaned back between Istvan’s legs. I kept working her tits with my tongue and then slipped a finger down and into her g-string to run along her pussy. It was the first time I’d ever touched another woman’s cunt. She was far wetter than I’d ever been so, almost accidentally, my finger slipped up inside of her. I finger fucked her and sucked her tits until she came in a torrent of screams, urging me on the entire time.

“Once she’d cum, I leaned back and couldn’t resist bringing my pussy-juice soaked fingers up to my lips. Kyla’s pussy tasted sweet. She stayed on the floor, leaning against my boyfriend’s legs. I glanced up and saw that both of the guys were aroused again. I leaned in and, pulling her g-string to the side, began running my tongue along her pussy lips, licking up the juices that were flowing freely. She started moaning again, as she got aroused she opened her eyes and saw Istvan’s erect cock. She arched her back and began licking it again. András, hesitantly at first but then with growing confidence began fingering my pussy. After a little bit of this, Kyla looked down at me and said, ‘I want to lick your pussy.’

“Eager for the experience I sat down next to András, pulled the g-string off, and spread my legs wide. Kyla moved between them and began running her pointy tongue up and down my slit. András kissed me, and then began sucking on my tits. It didn’t take long for me to have the first orgasm. After the first one, Istvan began fucking Kyla from behind while she continued to lick my pussy. I must have come four more times before Kyla moved over and began sucking András’ cock while still getting fucked by Istvan. Soon after, both men shot their loads into her sending Kyla herself over the edge into a final orgasm. We managed to clean çapa escort ourselves up just before the train arrived at our station. I’ve considered myself a bi-sexual slut ever since.”

“That’s quite a story,” I said, giving each of their clits a good rub.

Jana agreed. She leaned across me and began kissing Kriszta deeply. Jana’s hand left my cock and caressed one of Kriszta’s large breasts before sliding across her belly and down to her pussy. As her fingers joined mine in penetrating Kriszta, Jana broke the kiss and said, “I don’t know why, but with you two I don’t seem to have any inhibitions. I want to eat you out, Kriszta.”

Kriszta gave my cock a squeeze as she said, “Yes! But let’s go into the bedroom.” We got up from the couch and Kriszta took Jana’s hand and lead her into my bedroom. I followed, admiring the delicious sight of their asses in motion. Kriszta turned on the light as she entered the room then sprawled full length on my bed, her legs open and inviting. Jana climbed onto the bed between Kriszta’s legs and began kissing her again.

I watched as these two beautiful women began to make love. They kissed and caressed each other for a few minutes, then Jana began to slide down Kriszta’s firm body. She sucked each of Kriszta’s nipples in passing before planting a line of kisses across her taut belly down to her pubic hair. As Jana began flicking her tongue across Kriszta’s pussy lips, I knelt by the bed and began sucking on Kriszta’s tits.

Jana clearly knew what she was doing, it didn’t take long before Kriszta was thrashing beneath us in orgasm. After her bout of screaming had fallen to quite moans, I stopped working her tits and moved around behind Jana. She had continued to suck gently on Kriszta’s pussy lips throughout.

I flicked my tongue across Jana’s pussy and ass. She jumped and then returned to her work on Kirszta. I drove my tongue into her pussy and ass alternately. After a few repetitions she interrupted her cunt-lapping to say, “Fuck me, Jim. Fill me up with that hard cock of yours.” I rose up behind her and slowly slid myself into her. I fucked her slowly watching as she continued to suck Kriszta’s pussy. I delighted in the feel of Jana’s firm ass against my belly, her tight cunt around my cock, the way her pussy lips clung to my cock as I drew it back and the way each of my forward thrusts drove her tongue a little bit deeper into Kriszta’s pussy.

As I fucked Jana from behind, I looked out the window. Our voyeur was back, and she had someone else with her. In the pale light from the walkway, I saw the other girl’s dark hair. Both appeared to be wearing pajama shorts and short white half-shirts. I did my best to conceal the fact that I’d seen them and focused on what was going on in my bedroom. Kriszta was bucking beneath the ministrations of Jana’s talented tongue, she was holding Jana’s head against her pussy as she moaned and lifting her hips up to grind her pussy in Jana’s face. I began fucking Jana harder, matching my thrusts to Kriszta’s to maximize the friction between Jana’s mouth and Kriszta’s cunt.

“Smack her ass,” Kriszta ordered me. “Spank her like the little slut she is!” My first light slap brought a small moan from Jana. “Harder!” Kriszta urged. I complied, drawing another moan from Jana. “HARDER!!” Kriszta shouted, “Beat her ass!” I drew back and laid a resounding smack on Jana’s round ass, followed by a steady series of the same in time with my stroking cock.

Jana was lost in lust. Her face was buried in Kriszta’s pussy, eyes closed, mouth gaping open and tongue flickering. She jumped forward with each smack/thrust combination. Soon she stopped licking because she was lost in a screaming orgasm. Her hands twisted the sheets by Kriszta’s hips; her legs convulsed and squeezed together tightening the lips of her pussy around my cock; her face was ground against Kriszta’s pussy both by my thrusting and by fındıkzade escort Kriszta’s. When she was done cumming she collapsed onto the bed, pulling my cock free of her cunt.

I knelt back and glanced out the window. Our audience appeared to be on their tip-toes and leaning against their window in an effort to see onto the bed. They’d had a good view of me fucking Jana so I figured they should get a better view of some lesbian action, maybe it would even give them a few ideas.

Jana was still lying with her face on Kriszta’s pussy and her legs spread before me. Kriszta was stroking her dark hair. Jana seemed to have caught her breath by now. She gave Kriszta’s clit a kiss then slid up her body to kiss her lips and rub their pussies and tits against each other. After a bit of necking Jana said, “You haven’t fucked Jim yet. You should.”

Kriszta laughed and agreed. “Lay down, Jim. I’m gonna fuck you now.” No fool, I, I did as directed and laid down on my back. Jana slid off Kriszta, Kriszta kissed me then slid down and took my cock in her mouth. She gave it a few sucks and said, “I love the taste of another woman on a man’s cock.”

Jana moved around her and began kissing me and rubbing her perky little tits in my face. I caressed her ass and pussy as Kriszta stopped sucking me and rose up to straddle my lap. She guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy, slowly lowering herself down a little at a time. Once Kriszta was well seated with my cock inside of her, I told Jana that I wanted to eat her out. She promptly threw a leg over me and began pressing her giant clit into my face. I began licking her and wrapped one hand around her waist to keep her from lifting too far away from me.

I reached down with my other hand and caught one of Kriszta’s. I pulled her hand over and began rubbing it against Jana’s flank. She quickly understood what I was suggesting. Soon Kriszta was riding my cock and squeezing Jana’s tits, I was licking Jana’s pussy and clit, and Jana was arched back and around to kiss Kriszta. I could look up Jana’s tight belly and watch Kriszta’s nimble fingers squeeze and roll Jana’s small nipples while their tongues flicked across each other’s lips and slid past each other into their mouths.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming, firing what little remained of my seed deep into Kriszta’s belly. My orgasm set off Kriszta’s last orgasm of the evening (with us anyway) and her convulsive twisting of Jana’s nipples combined with my diligent tongue was enough to draw one more orgasm from Jana. The women collapsed onto the bed, one on either side of me. Fluids were leaking from all of us as we caught our breath and recovered.

Eventually, Kriszta said that she needed to get home. She got up, dressed, kissed us both goodbye and showed herself out. I watched her as she passed the voyeur’s window and paused to look in through the curtains. She continued looking through the curtains for a few moments, then went on her way smiling to herself.

Jana and I cuddled and talked a bit more. She seemed excited when I told her about our voyeurs. Eventually, we slept. She woke me up at dawn with kisses on lips and cock. Once I was awake and aroused, she pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her hot wet cunt. As we fucked, her hands wrapped around the small of my back and her hips thrust up against me, pulling and pushing me deeper into her at the same time. We kissed and she continued to control the pace of our fucking. When we came, it was simultaneous and intense enough that I saw colors behind my closed eyes. Her fingernails dug into my back deeply enough to draw blood.

We rested a while longer then got up and showered together. I made breakfast as she got dressed. We ate and then she left. As we kissed goodbye, she shyly asked if we could see each other again.

“I’ve only spent one magnificent night with you,” I replied. “You don’t really think that I’d let you get away that quickly do you?” She laughed. “Will you meet me here after work? I’ll take you to dinner.”

She agreed and then I watched her as she moved along the walkway and around into the elevator.

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Australia and me in the States. I shared every one of my darkest fantasies with him and he loved everyone of them. I had never been with a man before but was driving like hell to meet him at the motel he had arranged. He was finally making it to the states on business and had emailed me a couple days prior asking me if I wanted to get together. Until now it was just words on a screen but now, finally, I was actually going to suck this man’s cock as I had talked about so many times.

I arrived at the poorly lit motel hidden away on one of the back streets of outer D.C. This was a perfect spot to remain anonymous as I had wished.

I pulled my car into a parking spot and turned the car off. I sat there for a moment, heart racing, imagining what I was about to go through with. I finally opened the car door, stepped out and started walking towards room 31, the room he had told me he would be in.

Knocking on the door quietly, I stepped back as it swung open. There stood a man in his fifties with brown hair and a modest build. He was dressed in a dark robe that barely reached down to his upper thighs. It was open along the chest and I could see the hair covering his pecs. I stood there in awe, my cock starting to twitch, anticipating what delicious prize awaited me under the silk material. As my eyes rose from the bulge in his robe up to his eyes he spoke candidly, “I come all the way over here from Australia and I don’t even get a hello kiss.

My thoughts began racing as he pulled me into the room by my hands, shutting the door behind us and then placing my hands on his hairy chest through the opening of his robe. He backed me towards the foot of the bed and then began leaning towards me. My heart began pounding. I had never kissed a man before in my life and now my hands were placed on the chest of a semi-naked man who’s hands were on my ass pulling my body closer to his. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch against mine, his tongue gently caressing the inside of my mouth and top of my lips. I responded instinctively with deep wet kisses as his hands now undid my pants allowing them to fall to the ground exposing my bare hard cock. Stepping back, he took the bottom of my shirt and raised it above my head and arms, throwing şişli escort it on the floor and telling me to sit down. I obeyed immediately for he was now in control. He untied his robe allowing his rigid cock to dangle inches before my wet lips.

I closed my eyes again and felt the touch of soft skin against my lips as he slid his cock along from one side of my bottom lip to the other. My tongue reached out gently licking the precum off the tip of his dick . He slowly eased his cock into my desperately awaiting mouth, my one hand now cupping his balls while the other grasped the base of his shaft. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It felt so amazing. His skin was so soft and tender, and I cherished the sensation of having my mouth filled with his meet. I moaned in pleasure as I engulfed his dick in long warm wet succulent strokes of my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum so bad. I started sucking harder and faster.

“Woah, not yet you little cum whore, I have a present for you.”

I loved it when he called me his cum whore because that’s what I was. For all the time that we had been emailing each other, I had desperately wanted to taste his cum. I begged him over and over to send me some of his underwear drenched in cum. I wanted to be filled in every orifice with his hot semen and now he was telling me to stop.

He walked over to the dresser pulling something out and came back placing a bag on the bed. I opened the bag and emptied the contents onto the bed. It was women’s lingerie. I had told him about my fantasy to dress up in women’s lingerie for him and finally I would be able to do it.

“Why don’t you get dressed for me he said”

I immediately stood up with a smile on my face, grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom to dress. Shutting the door behind me, I immediately began to sort through the goodies. I was becoming very turned on just by touching the lace and nylon.

I first slid on a black lace brassiere that hugged snuggly around my waist and hips but allowed full exposure of my cock. Garter straps hung down loosely and I could see the transformation beginning. I slipped on some white nylon thigh highs which had little white bows and frills up around the top. I attached the garter straps from çapa escort my brassiere to my thigh highs and stepped into some black high heels. I felt so sexy but I was not finished. Also in the bag was some dark red lipstick and mascara which I applied carefully along with some blush. I stepped back and looked into the mirror. I had shaved my body before I came so my skin was smooth as a baby’s bottom and lent well to my now sexy girlish image.

I stepped out of the bathroom, walking slowly across the room and sitting on his lap at the foot of the bed. I felt like a naughty little schoolgirl sitting in her daddy’s lap just before a spanking. I could feel his cock slide up between my legs and underneath my balls. His hand which he had placed on my knee was now caressing my leg slowly along the nylon thigh highs up toward my crotch. He kissed me briefly on the lips and then told me that it was time that I finished what I started. Obediently, I slowly slipped off his lap onto my knees on the floor and taking his cock in my hand I began licking up and down the smooth shaft. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and circled around it with my lips until I finally wrapped my lipstick covered lips around the base of his cock, swallowing all 6 inches of his flesh. He reached across the bed and pulled the string to the blinds opening them fully so that the window was wide open, and I was in plain view for anyone to see, dressed in women’s lingerie and furiously sucking this man’s cock. The thought of people watching me though turned me on even more and I began to suck harder and faster.

“You want everyone to see you slurping on my cock, don’t you, you little cum drinking whore!?” he screamed out loud. “Do you want to taste my cum, huh, you little slut!?”

All I could do was moan in agreement as he shoved his cock deep into my warm tight throat. I pulled my mouth off his cock and the head of his dick exited my mouth with a loud slurping sound. I reared my head up as I continued to whack him off and begged him to cum in my mouth.

“I want you to fill my mouth with your hot semen. Please. I’ll do anything just to taste your cum” I said.

I was speaking like a real whore now. I was a totally different person lost in lust.

“Oh fındıkzade escort you do do you. Well not yet you little slut. I’m gonna fuck you first. Get up here.”

I rose off my knees and straddled his cock lowering my tight asshole onto the tip of his cock. He began pressing it against my pink puckered anus as I tried to suspend myself above it. He began pushing harder and his cock began stretching my hole. It hurt tremendously, but then all of a sudden with one thrust he rammed his cock all the way to the inner depths of my asshole. I screamed out in agony as I felt his massive shaft rip open my hole and pump into my colon. I was now completely impaled by all of his 6 or so inches. My inflamed puckered asshole lips were tightly squeezed around the base of his cock dripping fluids onto his balls. He then began sliding his cock in and out and I could feel his thick head moving along the inside walls of my intestines. Pain turned into pleasure bit by bit though and slowly I began riding him, his cock completely buried in my ass, me dressed in women’s lingerie with the windows to our room wide open.

I glanced outside and saw a person standing in complete amazement as my hips furiously gyrated over Stan’s crotch driving his cock deep inside of me with every motion. I was raising up and down on his cock repeatedly like a person obsessed. His hands caressing my nylon covered legs, Stan began to tense up and I could tell he was about to cum. I raised my ass above his crotch allowing his cock to slide out of my rectum and I placed my mouth over the tip of his dick and began sucking furiously wanting nothing more than for him to cover me in his cum.

His moans of pleasure became screams and the man standing outside watching in bewilderment became witness to Stan’s earth-shattering orgasm as he unleashed a flood of cum into my mouth. I began swallowing the juicy, sticky salty semen and then let the remaining amount shoot violently onto my face.

When it finally ended, I remained on my knees, mouth and face full of cum, ass stretched and abused until he instructed me to “show him. ”

I looked up obediently and opened my mouth showing him my full load of cum. “You’re a good little cum drinking slut aren’t you” he said, ” go ahead and swallow it now”

I did, swallowing the warm thick semen. I then laid down on the bed, still in my lingerie, covered in cum and totally exhausted. I was in heaven.

Dedicated to the owner of my asshole

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All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 3…

*

The days seemed to last for ever, but Heather had stayed in my mind for nearly every second. Especially at night times when I had re-lived the first time, and the second and third times, over and over again in my mind. The extreme arousal of the situation, with Heather, of all people, touching my cock, tossing me, teasing me, letting me fondle her breasts under her soft cardigan. Then I’d pull her special grey cardigan into bed with me, feeling the soft wool against my body, and the buttons colder as I’d wrapped the wool around my shaft. And the scent of Heather as I draped the soft wool over my face.

I hardened again with the thought as I went down the road to her house, self-consciously carrying the plastic bag with her cardigan in. But then an ache in my cock reminded me that I’d only just cum before I came out. Just a quickie with her cardie, to make sure I didn’t cum so soon this time. I was determined to have time to enjoy whatever was next.

Heather opened the door with her usual welcoming smile. She was wearing a white v-neck cardigan this time, over a white polo neck sweater, both in the same thin soft wool, with a red skirt and dark red shoes. I felt disappointed that it wasn’t just the cardigan, but smiled as she opened the door.

“Oh hello pet, I’m glad you remembered to come round for your next lesson.” She said, smiling with her twinkling eyes. “And you remembered to bring my cardy back! Come on in.”

I followed her into the hall, and she shut the door.

“Well, now we’re safe inside, you’d better go straight upstairs and strip off for me, hadn’t you? Just use the back bedroom as usual, I’ll follow you up. And take my cardy with you too, so I can inspect it.”

I went upstairs and into the bedroom I was getting so familiar with, Heather following close behind, her scent just reaching me as we walked up the stairs.

“We’re all locked in, safe and secure!” she smiled, as we reached the bedroom. “And no-one back for ages yet! Now let me have my cardy bag, and this time I’ll watch you as you strip for me!” she said, smiling to herself. “Just leave your clothes on the chair, and strip off naked for me, please.”

It was even more arousing having her in the room: no time to gather any thoughts except for the sexuality of the moment. The bed was strewn with her sweaters: her white chunky cardigan on top, with a pink sweater and several others. Soon I was stripped to my underpants, and paused for a moment. She had been watching me as I undressed, standing by the end of the bed.

“Yes, please,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “I want those off too.”

So I peeled off my pants, putting them on the chair, and stood up facing her, knowing that my cock was already stiffly pointing out towards her.

“My, you are a very keen boy, aren’t you?” she said, staring at my cock. “And I do like a boy that’s keen.” And she moved towards me.

“Now let’s have a look at my cardy, shall we? And see what you’ve been up to. Did you touch you body with it during the week?”

I nodded.

“Did you stroke it over your cock?”

I nodded again, as she held the cardigan up in front of her, inspecting it.

“And did you cum all over it too?”

I swallowed hard. I hadn’t meant to cum in it, but there was that one night where I’d just cum too soon. I’d tried to wipe it off, but I knew there were some stains still there.

“Mmm, you have cum all over it, haven’t you Andrew? Just look at all these stains! You must have cum on it lots of times you naughty boy!” She looked at me, smiling to herself. “Do you think I should tell you off? Or maybe spank your bottom?”

I felt my cock twitch as she spoke of spanking me: after all I was still standing naked and hard in front of her.

“I think a quick spank is exactly what you need, as punishment for messing up my nice cardie!” she said, sounding as it she was angry. “Just kneel down in front of the bed, and bend over!”

I did as I was told, my erection pushing into the bed and not şişli escort knowing quite what was going to happen. I heard her step behind me.

“Right young man, I think you must have cum on my cardy at least three times, so I’ll give you three smacks.”

And I suddenly felt her hand smack my bottom. It kind of hurt a little but also aroused me so much. Then she smacked me again.

“Right, now the last one for a naughty boy!” and her hand came smacking down on me again.

“Well you’ve taken your punishment well, Andrew, so now you can stand up again. In fact I think I might have made your bottom a bit sore, so here, I’ll give you a little stroke.”

So as I stood up in front of her, she reached both her hands behind me to stroke my bottom, pushing her belly into my hard-on as she did so. I was in heaven, as her open cardigan brushed against me, and her white-clad breasts were just inches away from my chest.

“Actually, I hoped you would cum in it.” she smiled, cheekily. “It was a test to see if you liked my jumpers enough – and I think you do… Now I’d like you to help with some of my clothes, because I’m very hot like this.”

She stopped stroking my bottom, and walked around to the end of the bed.

“Come on over here, and help me off with my cardie.” she ordered.

I walked towards her, very conscious of my hard-on pushing firmly upwards and bouncing as I moved. Her eyes seemed fixed on it.

“Mmmm I do like you keen-ness!” she smiled, “But first please undo my buttons so I can take my cardie off!”

As I moved towards her she eased the open cardigan off her shoulder, beckoning for me to hold the sleeve as she pulled her arm out. The wool felt soft as I touched it, and my cock jerked harder. She turned around to take her other arm out, then stood before me with her cardigan in her right hand, and straightened her jumper with her left, smoothing the wool over her breasts. She took the cardigan, and brushed it over my cock, watching and smiling as it twitched upwards every time the soft wool touched me.

“Put your hands behind your head, Andrew.” she ordered. “I just want to try a little test on you.”

I did as I was told, and watched as she draped the cardigan over my cock, brushing it from side to side, pressing the wool against my shaft in small teasing movements. It felt ecstatic.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, “you are a very good pupil, aren’t you? – and you do like my woollies!”

Then she looped her cardigan over my cock, and left it hanging there, as if it was on a coat hook. She smiled broadly, then putting her hands behind her back she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing her tight white panties.

They were thin cotton panties reaching right up to her waist, with a pretty lacy pattern of holes all over and a thin lacy edge around her legs, and they clung tightly to her rounded body, dipping in gorgeously into the darkness between her legs. She walked over to put her skirt on the chair, bending forward as she did and showing off her bottom, plump and full. She gently kicked off her shoes and left them under the chair. Then she turned and walked back towards me, white polo neck tight across her breasts, white panties tight over her hips. And all the time her cardigan was hanging on its new peg as my cock stayed stiff as a board.

“Well, Andrew, you have been very good holding my cardy like that for all this time. My own living coat-hanger! So I’ll give you your reward now. Keep your hands on your head for me.”

And she reached down to pick up her cardigan off my cock, slipping her fingers over my shaft for a quick stroke as she did so. Then she walked around me, inspecting me, and stroking her cardigan against my skin – as if I needed more arousing. God it was gorgeous to watch, her dressed just in her white sweater and panties, walking about in front of my naked body. She walked in short steps, as if she was trying to rub her legs against each other, and I could see he nipples were pressing out under her jumper.

“You know that I’m not wearing a bra, don’t you pet?” she whispered, stopping in front of me. She pulled the hem of her jumper down tightly, revealing her nipples çapa escort clearly pushing forward under the soft white wool.

“Have you ever kissed a lady’s breasts before?”

She waited briefly for an answer, watching me redden, before continuing: “No, I shouldn’t ask you that, you must have sucked your mum’s nipples, mustn’t you, when you were a baby?”

“Well I suppose so,” I said, surprised at the question.

“Would you like to suck mine? Because I would love to have my little boy sucking me!”

And with that she just lifted up her jumper, exposing her beautiful mature breasts. They were as large and rounded as I remembered, soft and sagging under their own weight. Soft pink but with darker red nipples which stuck out sharply. Framed by the folded white wool above and her tight white panties round her waist, they looked exquisite.

“Well, come on then, sit down on the bed in front of me and you can suck my breasts!”

I needed no second invitation, so sat down in front of her, and moved my hands out to hold her hips as she edged towards me. Her pantie-covered hips felt so soft and warm, and I looked up into her eyes smiling down at me as she pressed her chest forward. I knew I must suck her, and wanted to so much, so not quite believing it was all real, I leaned forward and put my lips around the warm hard mass of her left nipple. I licked and sucked the hard flesh, pressing into the softness around with my cheeks.

I heard her gasp, and she pulled my head closer to her. The softness of her jumper fell back on my cheek, and we began to move gently back and forth, as I sucked and nibbled on the hard nipple. Then she pulled my head away, and thrust her other nipple towards me. I sucked gratefully and again heard her gasping for breath. I carried on sucking her right one, then moved back, feeling the soft caress of her warm skin and warm sweater hanging down as I turned my head to suck her left nipple.

I continued moving form one to the other, then after several more minutes and more gasping she pulled my head back. I looked up at her face and noticed she looked pinker than usual and she was now breathing quite heavily.

“You are very good at this, you know, so now you must lie down for me, Andrew. It’s time for my special treat for you, to make up for your punishment earlier.” she said, smiling in a knowing way.

As I lay back, still hard as a board, and put my legs up on the bed, she stood up, facing away from me. Then without saying anything she just slipped off her panties, revealing the soft pink flesh of her bottom, framed by the soft white wool of her jumper. Then she grabbed the hem of her sweater, and just pulled it over her head, so she was standing naked in front of me. She leaned down to the bottom of the bed, laying her jumper down and picking up her cardigan. I caught a glimpse of her breast hanging down as she bent forward, but soon it was gone as she turned to face away from me and slipped her cardigan on.

“It wouldn’t do for me to be naked, now would it!” she smiled, looking over her shoulder at me.

She turned round slowly, her cardigan hiding her breasts as she pulled down the two edges down as if to try to hide the dark mass of curly hair between her legs. Then some more basic feeling took over her, and she got up on the bed, kneeling down, then reached one leg over my thighs to straddle my naked body.

She looked fantastic, towering over me, with her legs gripping the side of my hips. Her cardigan was hanging open revealing her cleavage, but somehow hiding both breasts, as she squatted on top of me.

“Hands behind your head!” she commanded, so I did as she said.

Then she took hold of my throbbing cock, and gave a few strong pushes right down to its base. I gasped with pleasure, and nearly came straight away. Then she lifted her body up and over me, straddling me, before pressing my cock firmly up into her own body. Her practised hands led it straight to the right spot, and after a slight tightness, she pushed her vagina down over my cock. It felt so slippery and warm as she just engulfed me and sat down on my thighs, putting her hands on her hips. And her body felt so heavy on me.

“There,” fındıkzade escort she said, struggling for her own breath, “How does that feel pet? I don’t think you’ve done this before, have you? That’s what a teacher has to do, you know – teach you new things! Now, am I tight enough around you?… Do you like it when I ease up and down on you?”

I couldn’t say anything, I was just breathing so hard, taking in the view as she fucked me. Her hair was somehow messed up a little, her face decidedly pink, her white cardigan hanging open yet still hiding the bouncing movements of her breasts beneath as she rode up and down my shaft. Her nipples were clear to see beneath the wool, then below her hem her pink hips moved purposefully, astride the darkness where my cock was sliding in and out of her juicy body.

“You can put your hands on my cardy and feel my breasts if you like, pet.” she panted, and then as I did, she moaned out loud.

Her breasts felt deliciously soft under her cardigan as I stroked them, and the contrast to her hard nipples was amazing. I flicked and squeezed them, watching her get more worked up as I fondled her.

“Yes,” she purred, “just like that, keep on going.” And she knelt forwards, with her hands beside my head to support her body over me

And as I kept on playing with her breasts, so she began to ride up and down on me harder, and louder. My hands were now inside her cardigan, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts hanging down, and squeezing her nipples as she writhed on top of me.

“Yes,” she kept saying, “Oh yes, give it to me pet, now, now, now”

With every ‘now’ she pressed harder down on me, pushing her body hard against the base of my cock. It seemed like I was in heaven for hours, but probably it only lasted minutes, as she panted and shouted and writhed up and down my shaft. Quite how I didn’t cum I don’t know, but somehow the amazement of what was happening, and my earlier quickie both kept me back a little. There was Heather, old enough to be my mother, naked except for her white cardigan, kneeling astride my naked body, with my cock pushing firmly inside her. She was rhythmically thrusting up and down, pressing her pubic hairs against mine as she fucked me.

“Yes now,” she cried, “Now, Now, NOW!” and she let out a loud shriek as she orgasmed, pressing even more frenetically down on my cock.

I could let myself go now, and squeezed my legs together as the cum felt near to its release.

“Come on pet, let it go for me!” Heather panted, smiling down at me through her flushness. “You’ve been a very good boy for me, so just let it out now.” And she reached down to lower her left breast right into my face, the nipple in front of my mouth. I sucked on it, and pushed upwards into her.

“Come on Andrew, have me now.” she whispered, moving her hips to pump along my shaft.

And as she said “Come on” again and I felt the electricity of her nipple in my mouth, I knew I couldn’t stop.

With a cry of “Heather!” I felt my cum spurting out, deep inside her body. It kept on cumming and cumming for what seemed ages as I thrusted and squirmed and pushed up into her warm willing body, and she pressed down on me.

Feeling my spunk squirt up inside her was just so amazing – her slippery wet cunt had felt so arousing sliding up and down on me, but the feeling of just letting go inside her body, and knowing I was pumping my spunk right into her, just blew my mind.

“God you are good,” she said, at last, “I’ve not felt like that for a long time. You are just so arousing for me… you are my extra-special good boy.”

Then she bent down to kiss my lips, before grabbing my hips and rolling us both half over, so we both lay side by side, panting and recovering, realising just what we had done. Her white cardigan had now flopped over to hide one breast while revealing the other, almost squashed under her body. I squeezed my cock harder inside her, and smiled as she squeezed me back with her vagina.

After a few minutes she spoke. “You know Andrew, this feeling you give me is so good I’m going to have to have you again… Once won’t be enough! And I do love being on top and in control… not like my usual position. I think that every week I’ll try and find time for your special lessons, so you can show me what a good boy you are.”

“Oh, Heather!” was all I could manage to say…

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