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(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun. This story is highly serialized, and though it’s not 100% necessary to have read the whole story up until this point to enjoy the content of the chapter, it’s definitely advisable to understand some of the ongoing plots.)

(Author’s Note: I hope you are all healthy and happy and responsible and doing well in quarantineland out there; it’s rough going these days, but at least we have the wide, wonderful world of erotica to help distract from time to time. I hope this brings some joy into your world, if just for a little while. On top of everything else, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author and SYM reader Lil_kitty for many excellent ideas and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn’t work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories. Thank you very much! And, oh yeah, fair warning, for those of you who complain about there being too many girls with gifted chests in Senior Year Memories? Yeah, you’ll probably not like this chapter.)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After a busy and confusing January, 18-year-old Ryan Collins and bubbly cheerleader Brooke King admitted their love for each other. This became a problem when Ryan’s girlfriend, the goth princess Josie Wong, returned from a long family trip to find out what had happened. Instead of a fight, the three of them sat down for a nice long conversation and agreed to give a polyamorous relationship a try, celebrating this new arrangement quite naturally with some hot sex. While letting Josie and Brooke get to know each other better, Ryan and his neighbor/regular flirt, Alice Talbot, finally consummated their long-simmering sexual tension, before things got down and dirty with all four of them. With a new status quo having been established, it’s a brand new year for Ryan Collins…

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I’m not an expert on the subject, but I’ve seen enough 90s comedies to know that if you see a character striding down a hall with “Walkin’ on Sunshine” or “I Feel Good” (or if they’re feeling like a played-out, retro reference, “Stayin’ Alive”) playing in the background, something really good happened to them. They got the girl, they won the big game, maybe they just got a new car, but whatever happened they feel the need to strut and let the whole world know that they’re a brand-new person who’s got every reason to strut.

I may not have had music that corny, but going back to school after the weekend where Josie, Brooke and I had decided to forge a polyamorous relationship, I definitely had that spring in my step.

Dad noticed it, actually looking up from the repairs he was making to his kiln as I walked out the door. He didn’t say anything, as he so rarely did, but he definitely shot me a proud smile.

Alice definitely noticed it on our bike ride on the way to school, though to be fair she was there for the foursome we’d decided to celebrate the new arrangement with, so she didn’t have to guess at much.

It was walking in to school, though, where I felt like a fucking god.

I started my senior year as a sexless, nearly friendless nerd.

By late January, I had friends, all the sex an army of men could want, and two girlfriends I was in love with, with all three of us in an understanding and loving polyamorous relationship. There had been a lot of fear and worry at first when I realized I was in love with both Brooke and Josie, but now that we’d sorted things out and they were not only cool with this arrangement, but each other…

Yeah, I felt like a fucking god, and I may have let it show a little. I walked with a sublime confidence, no longer fearing school as I so often had before and feeling, well, a little like one of those popular kids I’d envied so much back in the day. I mean, I still viewed myself as unpopular, I was still a nerd at heart and it was difficult to shake a lot of those old perceptions of myself, but I couldn’t argue with how things had changed, either.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have a group of big-titted cheerleaders as hot as Addison Gonzalez, Gwen Savage and Haley Campbell look at him like they were about to swoon.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have gotten a high five from popular football player Peter Nixon as he walked down the hall.

Old Ryan wouldn’t have gotten a lusty look from his hot history teacher, Mrs. Lynn, one that held equal parts want and promise for what would come.

Old Ryan was gone, and New Ryan was here to stay. All hail New Ryan.

Well, okay, I felt like hailing New Ryan, at least. I didn’t ask for worship, I didn’t want worship, but I was loving the attention and even more how I felt about buca escort myself. I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good being me, which for the life I’d lead before where self-esteem was an improbable concept was a welcome change.

I loved waking up every day. I loved life. I loved my girlfriends. I loved *me*.

What a difference a few months could make.

Speaking of…

“Hi, Ryan!”

The voice was perky, and friendly, and thoroughly welcome in my current mood.

“Hello, Brianna,” I said, turning to face the unusually hot Brianna Roth.

At 5’4″, 18-year-old Brianna may have been short and quite fit, but she had some insane curves that seemed to exist in pure defiance of her frame. Her F-cup tits strained any top, and her matching ass was suitably epic (and having already had a delightful encounter with her twin sister Mia back in December, I knew that every inch of her was as mouth-watering as it looked). With dirty-blonde hair, tanned skin, sultry brown eyes and a pair of the fullest, most delicious-looking lips around, she looked like walking sex. I’d thought this for a long time, and her reputation as one of the biggest flirts at Regan Hills High School did little to dissuade me from this thought.

As usual, it took a nice conversation to make me realize there was more to her than met the eye, and that I’d judged a really nice girl too hastily. Lewdly dressed and utterly luscious, she’d caught up to me and propositioned me the Friday before, a tempting offer usually had I not needed to make an urgent run to the Puma Press offices. We’d gotten to chatting a little, though, and I got to understand that she was a kind person who liked to have fun, but was looking for a guy who could treat her decently instead of the jerks who usually came after a girl like her. That a girl like her could so plainly admit that to a guy like me was something I hadn’t expected, and was something I meant to address over the weekend.

Of course, it’s difficult to remember to text someone when you’re having marathon sex with Josie Wong, Brooke King, and Alice Talbot for most of the weekend. She’d texted me a couple times, and I meant to get back to her, but whenever I thought about doing it one of the others distracted me easily, and… well, you know how it goes.

I meant to fix that now.

“You’re looking in a good mood today,” she said, smiling at me prettily.

“Probably because I am in a good mood today. You’re looking gorgeous, as always,” I said.

Brianna smiled at me, maybe even blushing a little. I knew it was a line she’d heard more times than she could count from probably more guys than she could count, but I hoped my sincerity counted for something. She was looking good today, even if her outfit wasn’t nearly as lewd as the one she’d worn on Friday. With a comfortable, knee-length skirt, blue top, light button up sweater and a hairband holding her shoulder-length hair back, she looked well within the school’s dress code and still stunning.

“That was smoother than I expected,” she said.

“Like I said, I’m in a good mood today,” I replied.

“Send some of that good mood my way when you get a sec?” Brianna teased.

“Bad weekend?” I asked.

“No, just long and boring. Homework, temple, putting up with Mia, and today’s a Monday, so…” she explained.

“So, yeah, it’s a Monday,” I replied.

“You got it,” she replied. “I was hoping to get to talk to you some this weekend like we’d discussed, but I got the idea that after the first few texts didn’t get responded to that you were probably busy.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, running a hand through my hair guiltily. “You could say that.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it isn’t, but thank you for saying it,” I replied. “You opened up to me, wanting a guy you could talk to and have a good time with without losing on the respect, and I got off to a pretty lousy start.”

“Ryan, it’s cool. I wasn’t expecting you to throw your life to the side just so I could have a shoulder to cry on; you got your things to do, I got mine. I was hoping we could get them to intersect sometimes, but I wasn’t expecting it to be right away. I *might* have been hopeful that we could manage it right away, but I didn’t expect anything,” she said, so honest and sweet that I felt like even more of a dick for leaving her without at least an explanation of why I wasn’t getting back to her.

Briefly, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Both of us had gotten to school fairly early. Not too early, not so early that we had a lot of time before school, but early enough that it was still fairly empty. There was time… wasn’t there?

Fuck it.

“Well, I still feel the need to make it up to you,” I said.

“You don’t have to,” Brianna replied.

“But I want to. So, I know it’s spur of the moment, and a little crazy, but I’m having a good day, and I want you to have a good day too, so I was wondering if you’d like an orgasm,” I said.

Brianna laughed. “You’re joking.”

I said nothing. Her eyes widened. “You’re not joking.”

“I’m not joking,” I echoed.

She bit her beautiful lower lip, seriously considering my offer. To sweeten the deal, I said, “I’m pretty good at it, but if you don’t want to take my word for it, I’m sure Kaitlyn and some of your other friends have told you about my skills, and could back me up again should you want to check my references. This isn’t a limited time offer, if you don’t want one now but still want to have some fun later, I’m definitely down, but if a good orgasm will help make your Monday even that much better, the offer sta-“

“YES!” Brianna blurted out. “I mean, yes, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” I said, looking up and down the hall. “I know a couple good spots, but…”

Gently, she took my hand in hers and tugged. “I know the perfect place.”

I followed her a fair distance down a nearby hall, around a corner and to one of the school’s art rooms.

“Ever since Mr. Downes retired, this art room’s been left abandoned,” she said, fiddling with the handle. “They leave it locked, but I know a bunch of the art students still like to sneak in to get some practice, and maintenance hasn’t tried fixing the door in ages. If you shake the handle just the right way, you can pop the lock and-“

With a clattering click, the door swung open. Eagerly, Brianna guided me inside, locking the door behind both of us.

The room was a mess, smelling of old clay and dry paint. Like other abandoned portions of the school, it appeared to have fallen into disuse and been adjusted more to work for storage of furniture nobody had any idea of what to do with than any serious hope that it might be a usable classroom again one day.

Honestly, none of that really mattered when Brianna turned and looked at me with what had to be one of the greatest “come fuck me” looks I’d ever seen.

She dropped her backpack first. I followed her example. We both closed the distance, approaching each other slowly, neither wanting to rush but knowing that we had to, at least a little, if we wanted to eventually get to class. Brianna reached out to me confidently, if a bit slowly, pulling me in close and guiding my hands to her. She ran them up her sides, helping me trace the curves of her hips, up her stomach and closer to the swell of her massive breasts.

“Feel free to admit it or not, but you noticed me before you became the secret stud of this school, right?” Brianna asked me.

“It’d be pretty hard not to notice you. Did you like me noticing you?” I said, throwing her line of questioning back at her.

She bit her lip again, answering in a voice that was innocent and a shade toward the husky. “Yeah.”

I ran my hands over her breasts, finally taking in their shape, their heft, feeling her hardening nipples beneath the palms of my hands as I squeezed their perfection. They were as heavy as they looked, but were utterly welcoming. Brianna moaned softly, a high, pleased sound I cut off with a kiss. Her lips were as soft and moist as I’d hoped, tasting of raspberry lip gloss and promises of what that mouth could do to my cock if I let it near. Tentatively our tongues grazed each other, but that tentativeness was short-lived as we realized our urgency. Our tongues began to explore each other as if we wanted to devour every square inch of each other.

We were both breathing heavily when I broke this kiss and said, “God, I want to make you cum like you’ve never cum before. I want you walking out of here (or barely walking out of here) ready to have the greatest Monday anyone’s ever had.”

For emphasis, I gently, dropped a hand beneath her skirt, pressing my fingers against the fabric of her panties. I could already feel a moist heat growing, and I had designs for it.

Brianna moaned softly as I ran light circles on her sex through the thin fabric. She replied, “You can say the right words, but can you back them up?”

“With these hands, I can,” I said.

“But what can you do with those hands?” Brianna asked, feigning innocence.

“I’ll show you,” I said, running both hands under her skirt and pulling her panties free. They dropped to the floor around her ankles, and Brianna stepped out of them. I guided her to a nearby stool, and with the slightest hop she sat up on it. Kissing her, I pulled her skirt up until it was around her waist.

Her pussy was shaved, and completely and obscenely beautiful. Her lips were damp and slightly full, definitely ready for fun but not all the way ready.

I could fix that.

“Well, this looks like fun,” I said, slowly fingering her, running two fingers over her folds and exploring every millimeter of her sex. She groaned as I explored, looking at me with a sense of what felt like desperation as I played with her moist, hot folds.

“It is when you do it… fuck…” she moaned, leaning back against the high table next to the stool. She reached one arm back for stability, but squeezed one of her tits with the other, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her top. If we had all the time in the world, this would be the time we’d strip down and have a nice and truly nasty fuck, but with time of the essence we stayed dressed, both of us focusing on her pleasure. I slipped my fingers inside of her eager pussy, probing, curling, reaching until I found that one elusive spot…

“OH!” she cried out.

Found it.

“Oh, this is good, this is so fucking good,” Brianna groaned, reaching for me and holding on with her one free arm as I massaged her g-spot. I soon pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in small, firm circles in time with the pressure from my fingers.

“So, Kaitlyn didn’t exaggerate?” I teased slightly, fingering her more urgently and punctuating with a kiss.

Breathily, she replied, “Not in the slightest. This is… fuck… you’re a fucking artist… don’t think a boy’s ever found my… G-spot!”

“I aim to please,” I said.

“You’re doing a good job of it!” she almost shouted back, before biting her lip and holding back in pleasure as I fingered her.

I smiled. “If you think that of my fingers, wait until you see me on my knees…”

Lost in her own haze of pleasure, Brianna only managed to say, “Hwuh?”

She didn’t need words, not when I had her where I wanted her, and certainly not when I was really hoping to get a taste of her pussy. Without taking my fingers from her sex, I dropped to my knees between her spread legs, redoubling my efforts to bring her to a greater peak of ecstasy. I loved looking up at her, the swell of her breasts, the pure pleasure on her face as I continued to vigorously finger-fuck her. She was close, and as it was I could give her a great orgasm from this position.

I wanted to give her better than great, though.

“It’s on my knees where I do my best work,” I said, pulling my fingers from her pussy and quickly replacing them with my mouth.

“Oh shit! Oh, fucking hell!” she groaned, running a hand through my hair as I did my absolute best to worship her pussy as it was meant to be worshipped. I liked her taste, a distinct savory sweetness, a flavor that makes you keep searching and wanting to taste more. I lapped at her pussy with a distinct urgency, wanting to stretch this out and simultaneously wanting to make her cum. We were uniquely pressed for time, but it’s on occasions like this where I’ve done some of my best work.

Brianna seemed to agree, anyway. “Oh goddamn, oh fuck, fuck, oh yes, like that, keep going, like that, right there… oh fuck… you’re the best guy… best guy who’s ever eaten my pussy… too few do, and they don’t know, fuck, they don’t know shit… you know… fuck, you know…”

If we’d had more time, I would’ve come up with a quippy one-liner and dove back in. Instead, this time I just closed my lips over her clit, licking and sucking on it intently as she squealed and swore above me.

I was merciless, and she was ready. The dam breaking was only a matter of time.

“MOTHERFUCKER, YES, FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOUTH, I’M CUMMING, FUCKING… YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” Brianna cried out. She came against my face hard, so hard I feared that she’d soon fall off the stool. I held her up as best I could, lapping up the flood of delicious juices she unleashed upon my waiting mouth, and enjoying the sounds she made as she rode out her orgasm.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” she groaned, running her fingers through my hair and holding on tight, grinding her pussy against my face as the last few shakes and spasms took her body.

Once I was content that she was content, I gave her clit one last, firm kiss that sent her shaking.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I wasn’t ready for that!”

“Sorry,” I said, looking down at her juicy pink button, “but it was just so tempting!”

Unsteadily, she dropped down off the stool and wobbled on her feet. “I’m going to have trouble walking to class after this.”

“That was kind of my plan. Was it worth it?” I asked, getting back to my feet.

“Oh yeah, very, very much worth it,” she said, pulling me in for a kiss. We lingered on the kiss for a good, long moment, but both of us understood rather well that we had to be getting on with it sooner instead of later. She gathered up her panties, and the both of us picked up our backpacks, walking for the door.

“So, I know you’re often busy these days, but if you could find the time soon, I’d appreciate returning the favor…” Brianna said, running a finger up the bulge in my jeans.

“Would you, now?” I said.

“Uh huh,” she said, her voice giddy and innocent again. She leaned into me, pressing her tits against my chest. The feel of her hard, fabric-covered nipples against my chest made me shiver.

Leaning in, she whispered, still in that sweet, innocent voice, “I want to take you into my room and feel that cock all my friends are talking about inside of me. I want to taste it. I want to give you the same kind of pleasure you gave me, and I want to see if it’ll destroy my tight little holes like everyone says it will. I want it soon, and I want you to know that I’m a needy little bitch who’s willing to do whatever it takes to make this happen very soon. This. Isn’t. Over.”

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I decided to write another story, because I loved hearing from y’all on the first one! I’ve had my fair share of forbidden lovemaking. This time, however, I was over at a friend’s house. Her family isn’t rich, but they are well above poor. It’s just her and her dad and her older brother. Let me clarify something before I get started. My name is Jayde Amanda and my nickname is Ariel (long story). Shannon and the rest of the free world call me Ariel, Greg, her dad, calls me Jayde, and Justin, her brother, and my family call me Manda. Shannon and I are 20 and Justin is about 26. Damn is that boy fine! He’s got arms and a chest that don’t quit. If it weren’t for our big brother little sister relationship I’d fuck him! That being said back to the story~ Shannon has an in ground pool and I practically spend my summer over there lounging, floating, tanning. I have nice tits that I like to show off to Justin just to let him see what he could have. I went over there sometime in July; I’d been outside working all-day and wanted to cool off. After about half hour of goofing off in the pool Shannon said she had to get ready for work, but to feel free to stay as long as I wanted because her dad and Justin didn’t have any plans. Who was I to refuse the offer?

Ah, it felt so good to just relax float around on my raft and feel the sun beat down on me. I kind of felt like I was being watched. I opened my eyes and looked around. Greg was standing at the door; I sat up and motioned for him to come out. His forehead was crinkled with concern. “What’s wrong, Greg?”

“You girls being out her alone! I shouldn’t have gotten this pool, I’m always worried you or Shannon will get hurt.”

“Aw, Greg, that’s sweet, but I’m just floating around on a raft I’ll be fine. Justin’s supposed to come down and swim with me in a minute.”

“Well, I guess it’ll be OK when Justin gets down here. At least you won’t be alone!” With that Greg went back into the house. Justin came down a little later and said that he’d have to take a rain check on going swimming with me. Something about his friend’s car died- I don’t know as soon as I hear car out of a man’s mouth I tune them out!

“Hey Justin, before you go I’m about ready flip can you put this tanning oil on my back?”

“I swear I’ll never understand women! All this beauty stuff- but whatever.” He rubbed oil all over my back and the backs of my legs. As good as izmir escort it felt I kept it to myself. After Justin left Greg came back out to check on me. I told him he should get in with me because I’d been thinking about what he said and I was freaking myself out over it. He agreed and went to change.

Greg came out in board shorts and a tee. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and put it on a lounge chair. My eyes bugged out of my head, jaw dropped, and tongue rolled out of my mouth!! I realized I’d yet to see Greg without his shirt on, he had never been swimming with us. Wow! Why was I wasting my time on Justin? Greg was a little older looking and more mature, other than that he looked just like Justin same muscles, ribbed stomach, ripped arms, giant muscular thighs. I hadn’t noticed it before, but his face is quite nice. I was sure that Greg saw me gawking at him but he just got in the pool on a raft put his sunglasses on and laid down. I put my glasses on and turned my head to the side so my face was angled toward him; since my glasses were so dark he couldn’t see me totally checkin’ out his hot body! After I had gotten an eye full I closed my eyes to imagine what it would be like if I hooked up with my friend’s dad. I felt a soft touch on my thigh my eyes opened wide and I took in a sharp gasp. “God you scared me, whatcha need?”

“Um… I… uh…was just checking to see if you’re still breathin’.”

“Oh yeah I am, just it’s really relaxing to be here; the sun beating down on my barely covered body, feeling the little sweat beads slowly gently roll off my skin,” I kind of got a little playful and nudged him, “feeling safe with my big protector here with me!”

We both laughed. “Oh yeah?” Greg said as he dumped my raft over. I let out a scream, but was turning his raft in no time. “That’s it you’re done for!!” I let out a little yelp and swam as fast as I could away from him. It wasn’t fast enough, Greg jumped on me and started tickling my sides, I was squirming like crazy trying to get away. I felt a sharp pain on my right nipple.

“Oh you got me~ I’m done!” He stopped and asked if I was ok. I didn’t want to tell him he pinched my tit. “Yeah I’m good I think I elbowed myself in the thigh.”

“Aw you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

“Is that sarcasm I detect?”

“Oh no never!”

Ooo I wanted to tell him where it really hurt and that he could kiss it there. “Here, up here on the ground.” He lifted me up and plopped me down effortlessly showing me the full effect of his giant, muscular arms. “ I assume you elbowed the top of your thigh?” I shook my head yes and even pointed for effect. I pointed to a spot very high on my thigh and sort of inward so if he really were going to kiss it he’d have to be awful close to my shaved pussy barely being held in by my bikini. If I moved my legs too far apart too quickly I knew one of my hot pussy lips would bust out of it. “Sometimes it helps to massage it.”

Wow! That comment was even better than him offering to kiss it. I played dumb! “I don’t do massages! Can’t; never have!”

“Want me to try?”

I am a genius!! Even I was impressed! “Sure, you can if you want.” My legs parted slowly and wide, his hands kneaded my thigh right up to my pussy and back down to about mid way. I was so wet. “Hold on just a second I have to reposition myself.” I closed my legs moved around a little and opened them back up quickly. “There you go.” Part of my pussy jumped out of my bottoms. I could see Greg just staring, so I decided to play a little, I propped my other leg up on the deck bringing one of my lips into full view. He said nothing but paused for a minute when I did it. His hands “accidentally” brushed against my pussy and I’m sure he could feel how wet I was. When he was done I thanked him by giving him a hug. Since I was sitting on the deck his head went right to my tits. “That feels so much better.”

“No problem! Let me help you back into the pool.” I grabbed him around the neck and he pulled me off the deck when I got in I slid down his body until I stood. My pussy rested on his cock. He was so hard. I had accomplished my mission.

I leaned over so my lips barely touched his ear. “Greg,” I said in my sexiest whisper, “I feel so much better. If there’s anything I can do for you ANYTHING at all just tell me.” His fingers went immediately went down my bikini bottoms and massing my clit. Our lips met and I kissed him deep and passionate. I slid my bottoms off while his fingers were inside me. I took his trunks off and guided his hands to my firm D tits being restrained by my bikini. Greg quickly undid my top. “Lets get out. I want you so bad!” He moaned and we moved quickly out barely getting out of the water before we fell on the ground. I climbed on top of him and guided him inside me. He felt so good I cried out in pleasure. I started bouncing on him and we were both making noises that weren’t discernable.

“Ariel, oh my god! MMMMM It feels so good. You’re so tight! I want to cum inside you. PLEASE! OOOOHHHHH!

“I’m cumming Greg.” As the wave of my orgasm past over me I was screaming in pure ecstasy. Greg came in me it seemed like he didn’t stop it went on forever and I didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t take it any longer and I fell on him. I rolled off of him and slid down next to his soft cock. I began licking all of our cum off of him. Sucked his head and soon put his whole length in my mouth. In no time he was ready to cum. I told him to cum on my tits and he did. I straddled his stomach so he could feel how wet I was, grabbed my tits and licked all his cum off my nice round tits.

“You’re still so wet baby.” I shook my head yes and he pulled on my hips until my wide open, dripping wet pussy was hovering above his mouth. “Let me clean that up for you. He gently licked up all my juices and plunged his tongue deep inside my tight hole. I moaned so loud.

RING, RING, RING

The phone was ringing. PERFECT! This felt too good to give up. He grabbed the cordless and while he was talking I grabbed his rock hard cock and rubbed it against my clit. I thought he was going to jump out of his skin. He hung up the phone and ran over to get his shorts. “Shit, Justin is just down the block, he’s coming home. We have to get it together.” We quickly assembled our clothing and I looked him straight in the eyes and told him that this would have to be something that happened on a regular basis. We kissed, our tongues winding together; I pushed my snatch against him. There’s the unmistakable sound of Justin’s beat up Jeep. We sat in the lounge chairs across from each other and started talking Justin came out and sat next to me.

“I hope dad didn’t bore you to death.”

“Almost it’s a good thing you got back when you did! I was about ready to pass out.” Justin wasn’t looking at me so I casually pulled my bottoms over, pushed a finger in and played for a second Greg couldn’t even talk so I stopped, but I sat there talking to Greg and Justin with my pussy hanging out. Greg didn’t seem to mind and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. As I was leaving I slipped into his room and wrote my number on a piece of paper and left it along with my panties under his pillow. He called later that night and now I frequent Shannon’s house even when she’s not home.

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Wendy sat at her desk checking the morning mail. As expected, most of the email was nothing but spam, and most of the mail from the Post Office was junk. She deleted or discarded all of those, but she had to check everything, because there was always the possibility of something important arriving through either source. Wendy had picked up the mail from the Post Office at eight o’clock and turned on the computer immediately after opening the office.

This is what she always does before Mr. Peter, her handsome, young boss arrives at nine o’clock. As his personal secretary, she knew there were no appointments that morning, and she hoped he would be in the mood to be sucked off. Wendy really loves the feel of his big cock sliding between her lips and crowding into her mouth, and she loves the taste and texture of the cum that he would squirt onto her tongue. Actually, she loves everything about sucking him off, including the way she plays with her clit while doing it, always cumming right after his climax. Usually he is very interested, and she hoped he would be that morning.

He was. After learning he had nothing scheduled until considerably later, and nothing important in the mail, Mr. Peter smiled at Wendy, who was standing expectantly beside his desk. “Since we have nothing scheduled for a while, Wendy, is there anything you would like to do?”

As he spoke, he rolled his swivel chair backward and to the side and turned so he was sitting in it and facing her. Mr. Peter also slid forward on the seat with his legs spread. Fully aware of what Wendy enjoys doing whenever the opportunity arises, he let her know that his cock was available to her that morning, if she wanted it.

She smiled happily at his obvious invitation. “Yes, there is,” Wendy responded, scuffing out of her shoes and kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Because she feels somewhat insulted if the man who is her sex partner is wearing shoes or socks, Wendy started by removing them from Mr. Peter while he was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it aside. With his feet bare, she eagerly reached up to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants and started to pull them down. He raised his ass from the chair to help her, and she tugged them all the way off and laid them out neatly on the floor. His boxer shorts were removed the same way, leaving him naked below the waist, and seated on the edge of his chair with his legs spread and stretched in front of him. In anticipation of what his secretary would momentarily be doing for it, Mr. Peter’s cock was erect, and sticking up in the air. Wendy looked at it lustfully. It was long and thick and would delightfully cram her mouth full, just the way she likes.

Before that could happen, though, Wendy got herself comfortable, unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are very sensitive, and she would play with them while sucking the cock that awaited her, until she was wet between her legs. When her pussy was ready, she would moisten her fingers with that slippery wetness and caress her clit until she climaxed. It would be a long time before her orgasm because Wendy knows how to take it slow and make her blow jobs last a long and immensely pleasurable time. She always likes to get her mouth filled with the man’s cum, fully savor the taste and texture and have it slide down her throat before reaching her own orgasm.

When she was ready, Wendy moved closer, to be between Mr. Peter’s legs and held his erect cock in one hand. Wordlessly, she smiled at the man she would be sharing pleasure with, raised her face above his lap and lowered her mouth until she could reach out and lick the velvety head. Slowly, moving her tongue in a spiral, fethiye escort she lowered her face until she was licking under the ridge. After reaching that point, Wendy happily closed her lips around the head of the stiff cock, letting her tongue work its way downward and caress the shaft while she looked up adoringly at the man who was letting her suck him off.

That man, of course, was enjoying the morning’s activity every bit as much as Wendy was, maybe more. His secretary was not particularly attractive, being flat-chested and thin, almost skinny. She had a pretty enough face, though, especially her big, blue eyes and her mouth, which some might have described as “generous”. Mr. Peter was one of those who would describe it that way, but his meaning would probably be different than that of most people. Besides being generous, her mouth was talented, and he very much enjoyed being sucked off by her. The best part was what her lips and tongue and the whole inside of her mouth did, but he also liked the way she enjoyed it so much, and the way she looked up at him while his cock was sliding all the way in and out of her mouth.

That’s exactly what it was doing a few minutes after Wendy started sucking on it. She loved the feel of it gliding between her widely spread lips, all the way until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. Using a trick she had learned on the internet, Wendy adjusted the angle of her head, opened her throat and took the long cock all the way inside her mouth, until Mr. Peter’s pubic hair was tickling her lips. She left it there for a few seconds, massaging the head with her throat muscles and caressing the shaft with her tongue, before raising her face again. She did not remove her mouth from around his cock, but kept the head between her lips and licked it. After a few seconds of this, she slowly lowered her head again, until her throat was stuffed once more and her lips were being tickled.

The sensation of deep-throating a man and having his big, thick cock cram her mouth full was more arousing to Wendy than anything else he might do. While her right hand stayed on her boss’s crotch, her left hand went to her erect nipples to start tweaking them, moving from one to another. In seconds, the connection between them and her clit was established, and currents of pleasure flowed through the triangle. A few drops of fluid started forming in her pussy, not enough for her leave her nipples and play with her clit yet, but enough to give herself a warm, erotic feeling. With even greater enthusiasm, she continued sucking Mr. Peter’s cock.

He was deriving immense pleasure too. His ass squirmed on the seat and his hands gripped and released the padded arms of his chair. He looked down again and saw Wendy’s pretty eyes looking up at him, and he watched her head slowly bobbing up and down, and his cock going in and out of her warm, wet giver of pleasure. It was giving plenty of that to him. Her mouth squeezed his shaft with the perfect pressure and her tongue laved the entire length of his cock as it went in and out, and licked the head at the end of every stroke, while she held it between her lips. To add to his sensory pleasures, he could hear Wendy murmuring happily around his cock, and smell the fresh juices that he knew were starting to trickle from her pussy. Mr. Peter really loved being sucked off by his secretary.

But not any more than she loved doing it. Holding the stiff cock as deeply in her mouth as it would go, Wendy hiked up her short skirt, tucked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, and pushed them down over her ass and hips, until the waistband was around the middle of her thighs. Her pussy was dripping wet by that time, and she was able to dip her right hand into the juices and place her clit between the index and middle finger. Wendy was too engorged and sensitive there to touch herself directly, but by squeezing her clit gently between folds of her pussy lips, she was able to start stroking herself. In seconds, the movement of her fingers was at the same slow tempo as the bobbing of her head as her mouth engulfed and released Mr. Peter’s cock.

She continued like that for almost a half an hour, but Wendy’s mouth isn’t the only place where she enjoys the presence of a stiff cock. After one stroke, she raised her head all the way, removing the object of her lust from between her lips, kissing it, and holding it in her fingers while she smiled at him around it. He knew what was about to happen and smiled back at her. Wendy rubbed the hard shaft back and forth against one of her breasts, especially caressing it with her rigidly erect nipple. She was elated to hear Mr. Peter moaning blissfully at the different sensation she was giving him, and moved his cock to rub it against the other of the small twins.

The three-sided connection between her nipples and her clit was re-established when Wendy moved his cock back and forth from one breast to the other. They were too small to give Mr. Peter the actual titfuck he might have preferred, but he didn’t seem to have any complaint about what she was doing instead. The fingers of Wendy’s right hand continued moving up and down on her clit while her breasts massaged the hard shaft. She could feel her climax building, but wanted the man to cum first, filling her mouth with his semen, before its presence and her agile fingers brought her to an orgasm.

Mr. Peter writhed on his chair and sighed and moaned from the exquisite pleasure Wendy was giving him. He reveled in the sensations of the soft skin of her breasts and the diamond hardness of her nipple, and the contrast between those two sensations and that he had received from her warm, wet mouth. His climax was building also, but he knew she would know when it was close, and she would take his cock back into her mouth so he would cum there. He would not need to tell her he was about to cum, but he would anyhow, just out of courtesy.

The stiff shaft she was rubbing against her body started to throb, and Wendy knew her boss was close to cumming. Once again, she engulfed it in her mouth but this time she used shorter strokes and did not take the head down her throat. She wanted to make sure that when he ejaculated, it would be onto her tongue, so she would be able to savor its taste and enjoy its texture before swallowing the viscous fluid. Her lips were tighter too, and she stroked harder and faster with them while the fingers fondling her clit kept pace with her mouth.

“Uh! Uh!” Mr. Peter moaned blissfully. The volcano of pleasure that had been building up inside him erupted, and he started to ejaculate into the mouth that had brought him to that splendid circumstance.

The first gush of cum covered Wendy’s tongue, and she briefly stopped sucking in order to derive the most pleasure from it. It was delicious and, after relishing the taste, she swirled the semen around in her mouth, reveling in its texture, before swallowing it, and letting it slide down her throat. While her mouth was active, her fingers were even busier, thrusting up and down on her clit, and sending swirls of joy reverberating through her body.

Wendy knew Mr. Peter was not through cumming, and she resumed sucking his cock, her lips clamped tightly on the shaft so none of his juice could dribble out of her mouth. Her tongue was rewarded with another spurt of semen, which was just as delectable as the first one had been, and felt just as good to the inside of her mouth and her throat when she finally swallowed it. Not being willing to settle for just two tastes of his cum, Wendy resumed sucking her boss’s cock. Her diligence reaped benefits, as Mr. Peter moaned aloud and ejaculated again into her mouth. This gift of his juices received the same treatment as the others had, and gave her the same joy.

Wendy’s fingers had not paused, nor did they do so after she swallowed the third spurt of cum. They continued rapidly stroking, and she could feel her orgasm building higher and getting nearer, intensified by the delicious treat Mr. Peter’s cock had given to her mouth. She continued sucking and, when no more ejaculate was forthcoming, went after the cum that she knew was still inside Mr. Peter’s long cock. While the fingers of one hand pumped furiously on her pussy, Wendy removed the still-hard organ from her mouth and held it in her hand to lick everything off the head and the shaft, being especially careful to get whatever was hiding under the ridge.

After cleaning off the outside, Wendy placed her thumb in front of Mr. Peter’s scrotum and her fingers on the upper surface of his cock. Slowly, she brought that hand toward her face, her tongue catching the cum that was squeezed out. She continued until her thumb was right at the slit and her fingers were squeezing the head. Whatever had oozed out onto her tongue was treated the same as the rest of his semen had been, and delighted Wendy as much. Not wanting to waste any of it, her tongue laved the entire cock again, followed by licking her lips to get anything that might otherwise have been wasted.

The pleasure of sucking off her boss, combined with the gushers of semen he fed to her and what her fingers were doing for her clit brought Wendy over the top. She cried out ecstatically as she started cumming, and toppled slowly onto her back. Her fingers continued their labor of love, while she thrashed about on the carpet, crooning happily in the throes of her climax. Abruptly, the muscles in her body spasmed, evoking a shout of joy. Completely lacking in coyness, Wendy lay on her back, smiling, her eyes closed and her hand still resting on her pussy. She didn’t care that Mr. Peter saw what she had at the apex of her legs, because he had been the one responsible for her orgasm.

After a few minutes, the boss and his secretary regained their strength from their respective climaxes, and knew they would have to get back to work. Wendy handed him his pants and shorts and, while he was putting them on, pulled her panties back up. The cotton garment quickly soaked up the juice from her pussy, but that didn’t bother Wendy. She would be able to smell its aroma all day and be reminded of the great time she had just experienced. With her panties in place, she refastened and adjusted her other clothing, including her shoes. It was time to get back to work.

“Will there be anything else, Mr. Peter,” she asked.

“No, Wendy. Thank you very much. That will do just fine.”

As he put on his shoes and socks, he watched his secretary going back to resume the duties that would have been included in her official job description. “She is certainly a good worker,” he told himself. “I believe she deserves a nice raise.”

*

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Pradip went back home, satiated. He could not have asked for more, Seema was an excellent woman and possessed a desirable pussy.He was given a fairly elaborate ‘goodbye’ in the sense that Seema literally tied her loose hair all around his cock amd kept it meshed for minutes before she realised that the ‘member’ was aroused and kicking. Then, she licked and laved and sucked and finally asked him to fuck her mouth in an unusual manner.

Lying on her back on the bed, Seema slid right to the edge and let her head sag backward with her hair touching the floor. In that pose Seema darling looked ‘lust’ in all its embodiment. Pradip was lost and really did not know where to begin, Seema sensing the predicament decided to tease him some more and inserted her fingers into her mouth and making them sufficiently wet put them where it made him jump, in her cunt.

She kept repeating this exercise and finally closed her eyes to the sensational pleasure emanating out of the act- unbearable to witness anymore, Pradip who had by now slowly recovered, replaced her fingers with his cock.

Encasing the cock in her mouth, Seema kept her lips totally glued to the rim of the prick and as and when he would pull out, the suction at the lips would push it back, aiding Pradip to really enjoy the hot mouth, Seema feverishly licked on the entire rounded length of the cock using her tongue and soon a white foam emerged from the sides indicating the effects of saliva .

Pradip noticed all this and really lost control and was just about to start ejecting loads of sperms when she took the cock out of her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue making it nearly impossible for Pradip to withold. Th first globule emerged and Seema with her eyes transfixed on Pradip’s face used her tongue to clean it off and using the fist, inserted the cock back into her mouth, pulling and pushing it back in a piston like act. The entire cum load got deposited in her mouth with out a single drop coming out.

Finally ensuring that she had milked him completely, Seema let the member out.

He was exhausted and tired.

Pradip bent to pick up his underwear lying on the floor when right in front of him still in that hanging position, Seema opened her mouth to show the entire load of his cock ‘ejacualation’. He was disappointed thinking she will spit it out, but got the kick of his life when she twirled and twisted the viscous fluid on her tongue surface before gobbling it, there and then. She ate him and his cum- literally.

“At home make any excuses you can think but don’t let anyone come to know that you were with me all this while”, saying she quickly slipped into the bathroom, tidied and clean came out in a neat Nightgown strapped and of course with no underclothes. She was now getting ready to go to sleep. Pradip was still there, dressed up and on the chair in front of the bathroom.

” Here, this is not for what we did, but for my own sake keep it. I really like you Seema, you are too beautiful. “, saying he handed her a wad of notes. Seema took the money without any remorse and looking straight into his eyes gave him a grim look.

” Pradip, I will take it for whatever you want me to give it for, I need money and if that makes me a slut, it is okay. Remember, this should not be known to others. I am really concerned and while at home with me around, please be normal and don’t get nervous or horny and now please go, I don’t want someone to come in spying on you, it has been a long time since you came here”- Seema pushed him out of the house.

Next day was a Saturday and began as usual, Seema reached the Gangarams house and was back to her work.

“Why did you leave me like that, I thought you will stay longer. You have started acting strange and high handed lately. Don’t try any of those tricks okay”, saying Gangaram pushed his shaving lather laden face into her blouse and started licking her crevice looming out of the garment. Seema had to literally shove him off, since Meena was just round the corner. Seema was sure Meena woud have witnessed the scene.

Quickly reaching out for a towel, she cleaned the while cream off and told Gangaram to be careful with ‘bahu betiyan’ (daugter in law) around. Incidentally, Pradip would leave for his works pretty early and was never there when she came in the mornings- that was some consolation.

Gangaram, dressed up and started to leave when the telephone izmir escort rang. With nobody around he told Seema to pick it up and went out to get into his car and proceed to work. Seema picked up the phone and said “Hello”.

” Ma, Aadesh- I need some help ” was the voice on the other side. Before Seema could utter a word, ‘ Sorry, who is it, that did not sound like my mother, is it Meena Bhabhi ? “.

Seema giggled into the mouth piece and gave a long sigh.

” SEEEEEEMMMAAAA , Oh GOD, you are back at work, fuck what a torment. I am lusting for you, my love, waiting for you and am dreaming of you every night and day to fuckyou long and hard, listen Seema, I am at Hamirpur in Himachal. I stay outside the college in a rented flat. Take a bus to Simla and reach there tomorrow, I will pick you up from the bus stand and bring you over here in my friend’s car. You just take the DTC bus leaving at 10pm tonight. Now, don’t tell anyone that I called . Rest I will speak to you at your house, give me your number, fast. “. – Pradip sounded very happy and excited.

” No….No…..6567776″ and Seema kept the phone. Meena was coming out of the kitchen.

‘Kiska phone tha( Whose call ) ” enquired Meena.

“Wrong number tha madam ” – Seema quickly replied.

Meena had heard her telling some number at the end of the conversation- safely assumed the same to be the truth and went about doing what she was at that point of time.

Seema back at home, was in a dilemma. How to make up an excuse. She wanted to go and that was for sure. She wanted to lie next to Aadesh and share her body with his and be naked alongside him for all the days she was going to be in Hamirpur. That was for sure. But what to tell the folks out here ?.

She went and revealed the secret to Sunanda. Sunanda gave her a brain wave of an idea.

Seema called up Pradip on his mobile and told him about an insurance claim of her husband’s which she is supposed to receive and for that she has to leave immediately for Bijnor. She covertly confided that since Madam{his mother} will not understand this whole thing,she would like him to explain and take care of the ‘leave’ for her.

” That is fine- but I wanted to spend sometime with you. After what you did last night Seema, my life is changed. I cannot live a night without your touch and your sex” – Pradip was in an enslaved condition.

Seema had booked her ticket for the 10 pm bus. The time now was 4 pm and she had to leave for the bus stand by 8pm. The bus stand was very far from her house. ” Can you come soon, in the next 15 minutes”.

” I can come now- I am just outside your house ” and she heard a knock on the door.

The sexy twenty seven-year old maid stifled a moan. Biting her lower lip, with her long neck arching and the blackbeaded necklace swinging sensuously, she tilted her lovely face upward. She was going to thoroughly enjoy him before joining his younger brother in another 12 hours from now.

Pradip tongue-fucked Seema on the floor, Seema loved having her cunt licked and Pradip was doing it very well indeed. Lying on her back, her legs lifted high, she moaned soft words as he twisted his tongue round and round in her wet cunt, lapping at her streaming cunt-juices, flicking her gorged clitoris this way and that. He paused briefly to tease her bulbous breasts with his teeth and tongue, sucking them and nibbling the nipples, making Seema whimper and jump joyously on the cool tiled floor.

But soon he went back to tongue-fucking her cunt while she lifted and squeezed her breasts in wild abondanment and unlimited excitement arching her back, with her belly sucking inward. Her face glowed and the sexy mouth opened up widely, lips drawing back over her teeth in a lusty expression of pleasure.

Pradip continued tongue-fucking her relentlessly and made her body jerk and rock as though she was being speared by the cock, he was fascinated watching her breasts wobble and bounce on her sexy torso.

“Yes!” Seema whimpered. “Ohhh god yes, Pradip, yes! Ohhh yes … that’s so good… yes … c’mon … do it … lick my cunt, my pussy … ahhhhh uhhh yes … ohhh suck me, yesssssss! “

Seema was panting with lust when he stopped, just short of her reaching an orgasm. She turned on her side and he got behind her, squeezing his penis between her ass.

“I want to fuck you in the ass, Seema darling,” he was in a furious mood.

He was stunned with what he heard next.

She turned her head and looked straight into his eyes ” I will need 10,000 rupees and you can fuck that hole”.

“Right now, or can I go and get it after this is over”. – Pradip was confused.

” My darling, I trust you, but get it before I leave today. It is 4:30 now and I have to leave by 8pm “. – Seema was being very matter of fact.

” Do you want me to drop you at the station ?”- Pradip was informed that she was going by train to Bijnor.

“No, enjoy my ass and get me the money, rest I will manage”, saying Seema raised her buttocks in the air and her face was buried in the pillow in front of her on the floor.

She enjoyed being butt fucked, and all her earlier lovers knew it.

“Get some lubricant” she murmurred.

“You got margarine or olive oil or Baby oil?”

“In the other room, there is a Wipro baby oil bottle, Sunanda uses it on one of the children at the creche where she works and forgot to take it last night.”

“In the other room, where ??”

“Sorry, urrrrrrrrrNo.Outside.You have to go to her house.”

Pradip quickly got into his dress and hurried to Sunanda’s house only to find it closed, just behind the chain of huts was a small bakery, Pradip went running to that shop and bought a Nestle bar of butter and returned with the same along with a large packet of Five star chocolate .Seema was waiting in the room openly fondling her breasts and slit dreamily, she had shifted to the bed.

Pradip went up to her and setting the butter and chocolate packet on the floor, wrapped his arms around her, his cock pressing to her buttocks, his hands on her breasts. She turned her face to kiss him slowly and deeply. He sucked on her tongue, real feverishly.

“Fuck my ass, Pradip,” Seema moaned softly. “I want it.”

Pradip chuckled softly, tonguing her ear. Her breasts were really hot and heavy in his hands as he started squeezing them gently.

“Oh god,” she moaned as his prick pressed between her buttocks. “Fuck me, Pradip … fuck my ass … come on!”

He stepped back and opened the wrapper around the the butter bar. Gently, he slipped it between Seema’s buttocks, pressing the tip to her anus.

Seema gasps in surprise and shock.

“Pradip! What …?”

“Five star and butter together, my darling Seema, my love,” he articulated. “It makes the fuck as sweet and healthy”.

“Oh god,” Seema moaned, thrilled and excited by what he was contemplating and doing to her. “Oh my god.”

“Come my darling, fast now, open up.”, Pradip was becoming demanding.

Seema whimpered and started relaxing her anus. It opened up as he slipped one end of the five-star and butter mixed strip into the bung hole. Seema looked back at him and twisted her nose trying to tease only to realise that the sensation in her ass was awesome and she started gasping with her buttocks starting to tremble, move and sharply shake. Pradip was enjoying the sight and he grinned pushing the duo mixture slowly, stealthily deeper and deeper, till it just allowed a little bit to stick out.

Pausing, Pradip scooped more butter from the wrapped packet and slowly applied it on her anus. Seema whimpers softly. Taking more of the butter he coated his finger and pressed it harder into her anus making her gasp and bite her own lower lip, trembling in suspenseful pleasure.

“Seema darling, I hope you ar liking it, my raand? I mean you are liking it in your ass?”, saying Pradip got down on to his knee and started using her tongue over the ‘sweetened and buttered’ ass. He enjoyed the ‘treat’ and ate most of the mixture and finally finished off the 5 star mixed with her bung and butter mixture.

“God … yes … oh god yes, this is lovely- my master I am now all yours for ever!” Seema moaned.

Pradip started sliding his finger out, took more butter and this time put the same on his own cock laving the same with it, till it started looking like a rampant staffpole and was glistening, smooth and slippery.

He took his cock in his left hand and pressed it into her asshole. Seema tensed at the pressure of his prick invading her precious ass, firmly he pressed and slowly the cock disapperaed into the bung hole along with the remnants of the 5 Star and butter all around it,making Seema cry out with a shuddering moan, it was clear that she was now consumed by the insertion and was oozing cum from all pores and orifices in her body.

Pradip flexed his buttocks and slid his torso forward making his cock pop in and out of the slut’s anus making Seema cry out, her head jerking upwards with her mouth wide open and her face converted into a whore’s paradise. Seema was enjoying the invasion and Pradip was having a very enjoyable sexual bout in a very short span of time.

Seema’s head was jerking back and forth while wading with excitement and in immense erotic pleasure. His prick was doing wonders to her anus, thick and real hard. She started to moan loudly this time, “Oh Pradip!” she shouted. “Oh god yes! Do it, my darling! Push it in! Ghussa de mere gaand ke bhitar (Shove it into my ass) put it all in, Pradip … fuck my ass … I want it! Fuck my ass!”, Seema was hell let loose.

Pradip was enjoying the velvette skinned Seema utmost, slowly he let his hands slide up and started squeezing her breasts, slowly brought the other hand under her belly and inserted two fingers into her wet and open pussy hole and started stroking his cock smoothly in and out of her anus, with his thick rod raiding in and out of the bung hole.

“Oh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh Pradip! UHHHH Ohhhh uh Ra uhhh ahhh uhhh Ahhhhj UHHHHn uhhh OHHH … uhhh Ohh uhh oh uh oh uh oh ma uh ah uh oh ma oh ma ohma oh ma uh yes!” Seema was delirious. “Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh yes ohhh yes Pradip darling yes … fuck me! OHHHHH uhhhh yes!”

“C’mon!” Pradip gasped “C’mon, Raand … take it … oh fuck yeh … oh fuck yeh … c’mon … take it, kutiya (bitch) take it! Fuck you all over!”

Seema cried out, shuddering and jerking under him, her fingers holding the edge of the bed with her body stretching under his pressure, while her breasts swung and flew, lusty and heavy with passion. Her body was hot with SIN – the forbidden fruit.

Pradip lost all controls and started babbling, “Take it! Take it, my darling Seema! Take my cock … oh fuck yes … take it … c’mon bitch … take my prick … oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yeh oh yeh oh yeh that’s it oh fuck yes oh yeh oh yeh c’mon oh uhh oh uhh ohh uh ohhh!” he was all lost, fucking her ass hard and harder.

“OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uhhhh OHHHHH!”

Seema gasped and cried out, her body shaking and rocking frantically with a violent orgasm sweeping through her entire body.

Pradip also was very near but he managed to groan and hold himself back, slowly rolling into her ass, in and out..

Slowly, he slid out of her and Seema got down the bed and sat on her hunches moaning and panting, Pradip stood up with his erect cock bouncing against her face. Seema took it in her hand and started kissing it.

“C’mon … suck me … I want to load your mouth and come over your face again,like in the morning” he blurted.

Seema turned and slowly took his cock in her mouth and sucked it gently and steadily, her face distended with its size. He fucked her mouth for several minutes, his head bent, watching her, Seema was transfixed by the size of the growing cock in her lovely sexy and pouting mouth. His cock tasted heavenly, an erotic mixture of her cunt-juice, ass-juice, 5 Star and butter.Her tongue rolled lovingly around his prick tip and she started taking more of his cock in her mouth, shaking his cock in her fist making Pradip groan deliriously and gasp out for fresh breath, arching his handsome head, pumping his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.

Finally, with a low groan, he let himself go and started moving in and out real fast like a precise piston in a submercible pump, eventually sighing in relief as the heat convected from his cock. Seema moaned and opening her mouth under his phallus, licked his sticky balls while shaking his shaft and let the loose spasm spurt in hot jets catching it in her lovely hungry mouth.

Pradip moaned still hungry, watching his cum fill her mouth again watching her swallow it all, not allowing any drop to dribble down or slip away from her oral orifice.The final portion of the load was meant for her face and breasts and Seema groaned, jerking his cock, kissing and licking and sucking it shamelessly, massaging her face with it, moving it over and between her swollen breasts. Pradip released the final instalment between her lovely breasts and upon her lovely nose, lips and cheeks and with this he completed another edition of his sexual fantasy- woven and growing in his heart since the age of 14.

NEXT – A Fortnight of Erotic Bliss at Hamirpur: Aadesh loses all his innocence.

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The Second Date…

After constant badgering, emails and phone calls you finally agree to meet me for a casual dinner and drink date. It’s a warm Spring evening and as I am driving to the truck stop on Route 56, I run my check off list in my head, shaved legs, used lots of baby lotion so skin would be very soft. I manicured my nails the night before taking great effort not to smudge the polish. My long dark hair was in perfect place with the soft shiny banana curls falling over my shoulders. The outfit I picked out for the spring night was a simple pair of navy Capri pants, a white low-cut cotton gauze blouse with a white pair of slip on sandals. I had lost 35 pounds since the last time we met and I just felt like a million dollars. I was so nervous… I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I checked my make-up as I stopped at the 4-way stop. I look over at the truck stop and search for your truck. My heart starts skipping beats when I think about you standing me up. I had worked so hard for this night and you weren’t even there! My heart totally stopped when I seen you pull your truck into the parking lot.

I noticed that my hands were getting sweaty and I try to calm myself down. I pull up next to your truck and step out of the car. With my stomach in knots I walk over to the truck, finally making eye contact with you as you step out of the truck. Seeing your beautiful eyes and long eye ashes I feel a small shutter throughout my body. Yearning for at least a hug, but don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I ask you where you want to eat.

After great debate, we agreed on Chinese at a little restaurant in town and left together in my car. I can feel the tension in us both. You fidgeted with your jacket zipper the entire way to the restaurant. We talk about the weather and such on the way there, but I can’t quit thinking about how good you made me feel the last time that we met.

As we get out of the car and start walking for the door, I feel your hand reach out and brush against mine. First instinct was to put my hand back out there and that’s when your fingers entwined around mine. This really started my heart beating faster. When we walk in I can sense a lot of eyes watching us. But that didn’t stop us from chatting and giggling all the way through dinner.

Sitting across from you listening to you talk, I imagine feeling your mustache tickling my lips. Shaking those feelings off, we pay for our meal and decide to have a drink at a quiet bar. I suggest going to Roxie’s, a small country bar where I know we could have some drinks and play some pool. The bar is kind of quite, there’s only a few older men sitting at the bar.

We played a couple games of pool and after you won the last game, you inform me that I HAVE to dance with you for losing my game. I just kind of laugh, but you walk over to the jukebox and played a slow country song for us to dance too. We danced to the song “We Danced”, which is one of my favorite songs. You held me close to you. So close I was afraid you could feel my heart beating. As you squeeze me closer, I feel your lips against my neck. You chuckle as you feel me jump when şişli eskort you blew in my ear. We stood there in each other’s arms long after the song ended. I finally whisper in your ear that the song was over you let go. When you let go of me and we started walking back to the table, my legs almost buckled.

My nervousness about whether you were enjoying me and my company subsided when you ask me if you could give me a kiss. I didn’t have to say a word. You can see my answer in my eyes when I look at you. You lean closer and softly lay your tender lips on mine. It was such a light and teasing kiss it just wasn’t enough. But I’m not going to push. We sat there side by side with our legs touching as we talked and laughed about our everyday lives. All the while my thoughts dart in and out of that kiss and you holding me in your arms.

Getting the nerve up or the beer finally loosening me up, I lean over and whisper in your ear that I’d like another kiss. You look at me and say, “I thought you would never ask!” Only this time when you lean over, you put your arm around me to pull me closer into you. You pressed your partially opened lips against mine, lightly pulling my lips apart so you can slide your tongue against my lips.Oh, what a hot kiss!

That kiss started a burning inside me. When you reached for your beer I ran my hand up and down your leg letting it rest on your thigh. That’s when I noticed that you have the same arousal feelings that I have happening. A small moan escaped my lips as you put your arm around me tell me we should go but you don’t know if you can walk. Not wanting to make the situation worst, I remove my hand and excuse myself to the ladies room.

Realizing that I have to take you back to your truck now and end this wonderful evening sobered my mood. I walk back to the table and finish my drink. I was having such a good time I didn’t want it to end, but I asked if you were ready to go. As walked to the car I felt you following me to the Driver’s side. I thought you were going to open the door but instead, you pulled me back to you. You turn me around and gently kiss my lips. Then just like before you gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. I tried to compare it to our first meeting but I have concluded that all of your kisses are good!

I hear your sexy sounding moans as you back me against the car and hold onto me tight. No rain tonight I thought. Sometime had gone by standing there in your arms when you stopped and said you need to get to the truck.

Okay…here it goes. This is where he’s going to get me all hot and bothered and send me home again. Trying not to let you see my disappointment I get in the car and start driving back to your truck. I turned the radio on so that we didn’t have to talk. I didn’t know if I could speak without crying and I didn’t want you to see my tears. Then out of the blue you reach out for my hand and place it on your thigh. You run your finger over my palm causing me to giggle like a high school girl.

My mind was winding. I wasn’t sure what was going on. The emotional up and down roller coaster was almost nişantaşı eskort too much. As I pulled up to your truck, you pull me over to you and start kissing and biting my lips jabbing your tongue in and out of my mouth. Damn, there was some hot and heavy kissing going on in that car. Because I am afraid this could be the last time I get to touch you, my hands couldn’t stay still, I had them all over you, rubbing, touching and caressing you everywhere. When we parted for a breath of air, I placed my hand on your crotch and moved my fingers as if I were tickling your balls. You start rubbing and caressing my breasts.

Then you stop!

You pull me back and look deep in my eyes. You ask me if I am ready to go home. At that moment I couldn’t hide my disappointment any longer. “No, I’m not ready to go home but it sounds as if you are!” Before I could say another word, you opened your car door and told me to follow you. My heart started pounding faster. The anticipation, the alcohol, lust, everything was driving me insane. I followed you out of the truck stop and onto Likens road turning into the Best Western hotel.

You walked over and opened my car door for me and you guide me by hand into the hotel lobby. Giddy with excitement, I smile as I listen to you ask the attendant for a room with one bed. Minutes later, we were headed down the hall to room 120. As you slip the card through the slot, I run my hands down your butt cheeks, reaching way under to cup your balls.

As soon as you open the door, you quickly pull me in the room, slamming the door behind me. You pull me into you and kiss my neck. Both of us were running our hands over each other’s body. You lay me down on the bed and slide up next to me and start kissing me while your hands reach under my blouse and start rubbing my nipples. You start unfastening my Capri’s, standing me up you let them fall to the floor showing that I have NO undies on! You finish unbuttoning my blouse and remove my lacey bra. You just stand there and stare. I start pulling your t-shirt out of your jeans and you finish taking it off as I unfasten your jeans. You kick your jeans to the side and lay me on the bed. I notice you have a nice size bulge in your briefs.

“That’s not fair, I’m completely nude, you should be too.”

All you can say is “I can’t wait”. You lay down over me, kissing my lips and squeezing my breasts. Kissing your way down from my neck, I feel you suck my large nipples. As you kiss and suck my breasts, you run your hand down to my pussy and start fingering me. Feeling how wet I am, you moved your lips and tongue down to my crotch and started licking me like crazy. I was so turned on by this… You ran your fingers up to my mouth and I licked your fingers clean of my sticky wetness.

Almost as soon as your tongue ran up and down my clit, I came. I was so turned on by all I couldn’t help it! You keep licking and sucking making me squirm, moan, cry and squeeze your head with my thighs. When you notice that my breathing has picked up and I was starting to buck your face, you slide one of your long fingers mecidiyeköy eskort in and out of my dripping wet pussy almost sending me to the point. You keep your pace with your tongue and finger adding another long finger was more than I could take. I grab your head and push you deeper in me and cum all over your face.

You look at me as you stand and to kick off your briefs. Damn, you are such a hot lover! All I wanted to do was make you feel as good as you made me feel. But again, you had other plans! You flip me onto my knees and stand behind me, slowly running your big hard cock down my pussy, teasing my clit…. before sliding it, inch by inch in me. It was nice, tight, warm and wet! After 3 or 4 thrusts you finally have it all in! I reach under to feel your cock as you slide it in and out of me. You reach up and grab my boobs, pulling me onto you deeper and deeper. I stay there… holding and sucking your cock in with my pussy… Feeling you fill me completely and perfectly.

Each time you pull your cock out you feel my pussy suck on your cock. You are start moaning, calling me your “personal slut”, and smacking my ass as you fuck my cunt. I reach under and start rubbing my clit letting; my fingers touch your balls as they slap against my ass. As you are get closer and closer to cumming, you start really pounding me. Calling my name over and over as you feel my pussy wrap tightly around your cock. Faster and harder, then you slam it in hard and hold it there, shooting your load into me. I feel my pussy get wetter and hotter.

You pull out and lay down next to me. I notice your cock is still hard… and it needs cleaned up!

I run my hands up and down your bare chest, letting my hand brush against your cock. Finally, I lean over and started kissing you. My kisses were short as I worked my way down your chest and to your thighs. I kiss and lick your inner thighs making your cock twinge more with each lick. Finally I lick you from your balls to the tip of your cock. I watch your face as I put the head in my mouth and run my tongue over the ridges. You close your eyes and lay back to get more comfortable, smiling. I start licking your shaft like a small child would lick a lollipop. Your cock getting harder and harder. I start sucking your cock, taking in as much as I could without gagging, Keeping the steady rhythm, I gently cup your tight balls. Pre-cum oozes from the slit when I stopped sucking and stood up on the bed. I squatted directly over your cock and slid down on your hard shaft. You can feel my wet pussy as I bounce up and down on your cock. Rubbing my tits in your face you grab them and start pinching and pulling my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

I tell you that I am close to cumming and you groan you are too! Suddenly, I came and I cum hard, feeling it run down my thighs! You tell me you are real close to cumming. I tell you not to cum in me. I want you to shoot it all over me! Shoot it in my mouth! I quickly slide up off your prick and position my face over your cock with my mouth open and so you could see me… You grab my ass and slide a finger in my wet pussy at the same time ropes of white cum shot out of your cock and all over my face. Large streams of cum shot all over my breasts and nipples. I put my mouth over your cock and suck what was left remaining. You jerk around a bit and beg me to stop. Teasingly I tell you the only way I will stop is if you shower with me. …

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Jen emerged from the walkway of Kingston Airport into the baggage claim area expecting to meet Cathy, her college roommate. Although they haven’t seen each other in ten years, they had kept in touch, at first by phone, now more often by e-mail. They hadn’t seen each other in so long for two reasons: They worked at opposite ends of the country, and more importantly, Brad, Jen’s (just last week) ex-husband, was jealous of her close relationship with Cathy, and discouraged them from seeing each other.

Although the divorce was relatively amicable, there was next to no intimacy in the relationship for close to two years. When Cathy received the news of the divorce, she immediately suggested that they get together. She suggested the resort in Jamaica, secluded, but in Cathy’s words, “Overpopulated with hot men and frozen daiquiris.” Jen demurred at first, remembering what a wild woman Cathy could be, but finally gave in when Cathy reminded her that she chose a safe existence with Brad, and look where that got her.

Cathy’s flight from New Orleans was supposed to arrive two hours before Jen’s, and Cathy would be waiting at the baggage claims area. However, when Jen got to the carousel, Cathy was nowhere to be seen. “Maybe she’s in the ladies room, or grabbing a snack,” Jen thought to herself. She retrieved her bags, and patiently waited. At first she had trouble seeing or hearing anything through the throngs of tourists and family members coming home. The crowd began to thin, and there was still no sign of Cathy. Time seemed to move in slow motion, but before she could detect it, she was alone in the empty baggage area.

The flight she came on was the last flight of the day, and the reality of the situation set in – no one would be meeting her. She learned from an airport worker that the New Orleans airport was closed for a minimum of 24 hours due to thunderstorms and possible tornadoes. Cathy had made all the arrangements, Jen wasn’t even sure of the name of the resort, and in her mind all the resort’s names sounded alike anyway. Cathy had rented the car in her name, but even so Jen didn’t even know where she was going. She sat on her suitcase in the middle of the deserted waiting area and began sobbing.

“What’s the matter pretty lady?” the deep voice whispered in the island lilt. “Can I do anything to help?” Jen was about to wave off the stranger, but when she removed her hand from over her eyes, she saw the man behind the voice. He was tall and the color of burnished ebony. There was a mane of dreadlocks on his head. The bicycle shorts and tight T-shirt emphasized every curve of his buff body.

His most noticeable feature, however, was his bright friendly smile. Jen immediately knew she could trust this stranger. Between sobs, she told him her entire story. He listened with obvious concern. When she was done, he figured out where she was supposed to go and told her that he would take her to her destination, and he was sure that her friend would meet her there the next day. He then introduced himself as Sterling.

Jen told Sterling that she couldn’t escort beyoğlu impose upon him, and that she was sure that she would be taking her out of his way. He told her that he was a part-time cab drive, when he wasn’t attending to his pepper plantation. The thought of a cab driver with a plantation of any sort struck Jen as hilarious and she actually started laughing through her tears.

“OK, it’s a deal,” Jen chuckled, “but only if you show me your plantation.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Sterling replied and let out a laugh reminiscent of Geoffrey Holder. He scooped up her bags and led her to his waiting car. He put her bags in the trunk and opened the passenger door. “I usually have my passengers sit in the back, but since you’re my guest, you’ll sit up front with me.”

Soon the airport vicinity gave way to the lush tropical flora of the island. The old-fashioned reggae, rock steady and ska coming from the radio lifted Jen’s spirits and soon she forgot that she was alone in a strange place. A familiar tune came on and soon Jen and Sterling were singing along together.

After a drive of almost an hour, Sterling pulled over to the side of the road. “Here we are,” he announced as he bounded from the car. All Jen saw was a field of waist-high plants with dark shiny green leaves.

“Where are the peppers?” Jen asked. “All I see are plants.”

“It’s almost harvest time. The birds ate all the visible fruit, so the only peppers remaining are those hiding under the leaves. Come, let me show you.” Sterling took Jen by the hand and led her into the field. As they walked through the plants, Sterling lifted the leaves showing the bright yellow, orange and red peppers. “Be careful not to touch them,” the Jamaican warned.

Jen was so enthralled with the sight that she really wasn’t listening. She reached out to pluck the roundish fruit. In her hand the pepper was wrinkled and looked just like the hat of its namesake. Before Sterling could stop her, she picked another, to see if it also looked like a fancy bonnet. Sterling grabbed the peppers from her hands and admonished her, “These peppers could be very painful if you are not used to them.”

As Sterling talked, Jen wiped the sweat from her eyes. Almost immediately, her eyes began stinging painfully. Then her hands, and wherever else she touched herself. She felt like she was on fire.

“The police make pepper spray from these peppers,” Sterling told her with concern. “Let me take you to my house so you can wash the pepper off of you. Sterling rushed her through the field to his small house. He showed Jen the shower, and told her that he would get her bags so that she wouldn’t have to wear her contaminated clothing.

He returned with her bags, and began to rummage through them looking for a change of clothing. He was fascinated by her wispy lace undergarments, they looked nothing like the utilitarian underwear he was used to seeing on the island women. When Jen emerged from the shower she was amused to see Sterling examining a red g-string and matching escort merter demi-bra. “I’ve never worn those before, would you like to see how I look in them?” Jen asked the startled Sterling. Jen was surprised at her boldness. She also noticed from the bulge in his shorts that Sterling was very much interested.

She took them from Sterling’s hand and skipped into the bathroom to put them on. Jen couldn’t believe what she was doing. “Why am I doing this?” she asked herself. The dampness between her legs was her answer. She had to admit to herself that she Sterling was extremely attractive. She found his good nature and easy sense of humor quite sexy. And that bulge in his shorts…

After checking herself in the mirror, Jen opened the bathroom door feeling as sexy as she ever had in her life. When Sterling saw her, he let out a sharp breath. Encouraged by his reaction, Jen gained confidence and walked right up to him and performed a pirouette. “How do you like it?”

“I’ve seen many women from America and Europe in their little bathing suits, but none has looked more beautiful than you. I’ve never made love to a tourist, but I would love to ravish you.”

“Then ravish me now!” Jen shouted, throwing herself in Sterling’s arms. Their lips connected and their tongues began to dance. They clutched and kissed until they were out of breath. Jen was weak in her knees as she felt Sterling undo the clasp of her bra. She shrugged it off and her nipples hardened as they rubbed against the rough material of his T-shirt. Wanting to feel his skin, she pulled off the shirt.

Jen sunk to her knees, tugging down the skintight shorts as she sunk down. The Jamaican wasn’t wearing any underwear and his engorged organ sprung out of the spandex material. Jen observed that his penis was larger and much darker than Brad’s, her only recent point of reference. What she found amazing was that the glans was shaped like a deep purple scotch bonnet pepper.

Sterling observed her reaction, smiled and said, “It may look like one, but it tastes much sweeter.”

Tentatively at first, Jen licked around the engorged head. Getting bolder, she licked up and down the shaft. She felt the vein throb on her tongue as she licked underneath. Suddenly, she sucked the engorged organ into her mouth.

Slowly at first, and then with more vigor, Jen bobbed her head up and down the length of Sterling’s shaft. Sterling sensed her rhythm and thrust his hips to meet her every bob. Although Sterling went in so deep as to gag her once or twice, Jen never broke rhythm. She fondled his scrotum and felt his balls tighten in anticipation of an orgasm.

Sterling sensed this too. He didn’t want to come before satisfying his new lover. He backed away, and in one fell swoop, scooped the kneeling Jen into his arms. Wordlessly he carried her into his bedroom and gently placed her on his double bed. He lay next to her and began kissing her neck. He started working down her neck, giving little nibbles between every few kisses. He worked his way down her body, escort bağcılar stopping at her breasts. First the left, then the right nipple was sucked between his lips. He held the erect nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Jen let out a slight moan at this sensation.

Sterling continued his trip down Jen’s torso. He moved down past her navel, and sideways onto her hip. He worked his way down the outside of her thigh, then past her knee, down to her toes. First at the pinky toe, and then upwards to the big toe, he sucked each toe individually into his mouth. He switched feet and then made his way up the inside of her other leg.

He slowed his progress as he reached mid thigh. Jen was breathing heavily in anticipation. As he reached the junction of her legs, Sterling stopped. “Please don’t stop,” Jen begged. Sterling ignored her. He started breathing softly over her moist vulva, the sensation sending shivers up her spine. Suddenly he flicked out his tongue over her nether lips. Applying ever increasing pressure, he parted her labia with his tongue. As the tip of his probing tongue touched her clit, Jen let out a loud gasp.

Encouraged by her reaction, Sterling worked his tongue over and around her aroused clit. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue. He rubbed it hard and fast with the flat of his tongue. He even sucked it like a little cock. With each change of technique, Jen rose to greater heights. It was so long since she was pleasured like this. Out of nowhere, she was struck like a bolt of lightning. The orgasm started in the pit of her vagina and spread throughout her entire body. When the sensation became too intense, she pushed his dreadlocked head away.

“Fuck me now!” she shouted, “I need your cock in me!”

Sterling positioned himself between her legs and entered her with a might plunge. He immediately started pounding into her hard and fast. He wouldn’t let her orgasm subside. He lengthened his strokes, but kept up the speed. Jen locked her ankles behind his back so he couldn’t escape. His pubic bones rubbed against hers. Jen’s breathing became ragged. He wrapped his arms around her, their chests rubbing against each other. They were moving as one, a two-backed serpent writhing on the bed.

Sterling’s pumping began to become erratic as the orgasm built in his loins. Jen was also on the verge of coming. She flew over the precipice for a second time. The spasming of her vaginal walls was the final stimulus that Sterling needed. He shot his semen into the worm moist cavern of her womb.

They lay in each other’s arms for the rest of the afternoon. As the sun lowered behind the hills, Sterling reminded Jen that he had to get her to her hotel. They showered and changed. On the drive to the resort, they were quiet, lost in their own thoughts, although they did hold hands for the entire trip.

Sterling helped Jen with her bags. The desk clerk told Jen that she had a message. It was from Cathy. She would be on the first flight in the next morning. She took a picture of Cathy from her wallet and handed it to Sterling.

“Take this picture of Cathy. Please pick her up from the airport tomorrow and bring her here.” With a devilish smile she added, “We’ll have a great surprise for her when she gets here.”

(c) Geoff MacDonald, All Rights Reserved. Cannot be duplicated without permission of the author.

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The movers strain and sweat in spite of the cool autumn air. Watching, with pink shorts and tie-shirt in the front, I am amused at their frequent glances at my body. A voice behind me, dripping and sensual, remarks, “Dear, you have a MOST attentive audience!”

Perhaps she had felt my own gaze earlier on her ass as she was weeding her lovely garden. There’s a wonderful smile and her eyes are brown and bright. They don’t hide her thirsty approval of my tanned, curvy figure near the fence. She also has no bra, and it is apparent to me when she was on her knees digging with the hand-spade, that under her thin, tight shorts…no panties. With my back to the sweating men, they could not see me lick my lips…

“My name is Betty!” she gushes in greeting, her nipples large, prominent in her hubby’s T-shirt. “I’m so glad that someone has finally moved next door to me! I’ve been lonesome for company!” Her eyes scan again, and I smile when I move closer to the railed length. “Dot,” I smile. “…And so happy to meet you! I hope we can become VERY good friends!” I spread my legs and rock a bit, and she notices the crease between my pussy lips through the tight, “Daisy-Duke” shorts.

One of the movers shouts to me, “Hey, lady. I need to know what room you want this chest!”

I whisper to Betty, “My god! THAT particular item has my “erotic goody” box in the center drawer! If he opens it, he’ll pole-vault back to the van!” Betty laughs so hard her titties giggle on top of the fence! I’m thrilled the comment amuses rather than disturbs her.

I know she watches me sway to the van, and I am very aroused with so many eyes that follow my every move. After I tell the man where to take it, he moves off…and I come back to the fence again. Betty is still there, her gorgeous tits resting soft, full, and splaying on the broad span of the top. It’s 12″ wide, so I rest my nipples on my side of the ledge. Betty does not budge when our nipples touch. Instead our eyes are locked and we say nothing for about 15 seconds. I feel a warming from her eyes. They seem to fuse with knowing.

“Why don’t you come to dinner tonight, Dot? Hubby is out of town…AGAIN! And I can give you a “proper” welcome. Delightful dinner…a bit of wine perhaps? Fireplace? I’d really love for you to come!” There is a nice rolling timbre in her voice at the word, “come.”

“Delighted!” I reply, loving her use of the word, but mentally with my own erotic spelling. “I’d dreaded the thought of being alone tonight,” I continue, “And I really want to make new friends, especially with you!” Her eyes grow very large, so beautiful and flashing in the sun. She pats my hand and stares boldly at my nipples again. “I think,” she whispers, “We’ll get to know each other quite well this evening. I’ll build that nice fire after dinner while we chat about our thoughts…and many other things, ok?” A wandering finger barely grazes my granite nipple, and I arch to her.

“You’ve got a date!” I say provocatively. “About 7pm?”

“Splendid,” she replies. “…And dress casual! I don’t think we’ll need any frills!” She watches me stretch, and her eyes are lasered again on my hard nibs. Our eyes are locked…even more intently than before.

With reluctance, I twitch and sway across the lawn to the grunting men and filling house.

The entire afternoon, many very erotic thoughts streak through my mind like sensual comets on a very pleasant journey…

I wear my favorite blouse, sheer black with lace that barely covers my nipple tips. I love to barely conceal my 38d’s when I feel this hot! The top slants deep in alluring “V” to just above my belly button. The skirt is split front and back; tight, and short. I think my whole attire will show well in candle light…and SO delicious against the back-drop of a robust fire.

At 7, the traipse across the yard is a wet anticipating mind-trip through the grass. A rather stiff wind has cooled the afternoon air and my pointy grapes react by straining against the lace…

Betty is so beautiful tonight; escort şişli a mini skirt draped with ½”ruffles at the bottom. Split along both sides. She too has worn a wonderful low-cut peach blouse which plunges to her navel. Seems our idea of a pleasure evening has melded very nicely!

There seem to be zillions of candles throughout the home. She holds a candle near my face.

“How beautiful you look!” she tells me.

“And you are such a beauty!” I reply. Even before the table is set, she has already started the fire, and tiny flames consume the huge log in the center.

The dinner is a feast! Prime rib, croissants, broccoli, baked potato…and a large bowl of Concord grapes for nibbling. She watches me roll a grape between my thumb and finger, smiling into my eyes when I lick it first, then ease it gradually into my mouth. The air is crackling between us. Her tongue moves very slowly over her moist lips and she moves a wet finger through her cleavage. “Ooooooo…that feels delicious!” she squeals. She knows I am fascinated with her sensual, feminine movements. My eyes gleam in the amber light with approval.

I’ve leaned back on the sumptuous sofa, uncrossed my legs and parted them slightly. The split in the mini is now quite wide. Her eyes salivate at the sight of my upper thighs.

“This is all so wonderful!” I say; “So enticing, scrumptious and inviting!” I know my voice is a soft purr, appealing in the subtle innuendo of the moment. We both are sharing thoughts not yet spoken. There is the sensuous eye-lock again, and neither of us hides the powerful focus on each other’s bodies. Our eyes are roving over titties, tummies, thighs and calves, providing ample views that, for the moment, our sexy clothing veil from total view. We both know what our mouths are thinking! Ummm!!!! I know my gaze is an erotic rake that devours her splendid body.

We sip wine on the sofa, close by the fire. That, plus the candles, are the only light. But the dancing hues on the wall could not be more conducive to erotic, rabid sex! Then she takes my hand for a tour of the rest of the house.

A long plush hallway ends at the master bedroom. And such a room it is! There are Reubens copies on the walls; nude, plump women who were the beauties of that time — legs clenched tightly at the “V” but shaved as was the custom then.

But what appeals most are the one-sheet mirrors on every wall! And on the ceiling too! Our images are reflected everywhere! The Gods have truly smiled on me for having moved to this place. There’s also a four-poster bed with soft straps dangling from the headboard. I have an image of her arms secured and hubby sprawled between her legs, devouring abundant cum when she gushes to his mouth! Or perhaps another woman feasts on the dripping, pouty lips! My mind is whirling with these lovely thoughts!

On impulse I pull her close and hug her to me strongly. My breath is raspy, erratic. “I dearly love this room, Betty! It literally REEKS of vibrant sexuality!

I can hear my heart pound in my head. My tongue moves gracefully, teasing over her neck and down that wonderful cleavage. ‘It will be so intense’, I think. ‘I want to taste very inch of this vibrant woman!’

She moves her hands to my ass and strokes with so much passion, I am ready to buckle!

“God,” she gasps. “I want you so much! I want everything! I want all of you!” I let my fingers move under the lace to her pussy…oh God! She is so wet already!

Betty’s nipples grind so fiery, needing against mine; our nipples skiing blindly through our valleys.

When my fingers gently enter her drenched cunt, she humps and moans, her voice a sensual plead for more exploring.

I ease deeper into her, feel the juices increase in volume. She watches intently when I slowly lick my fingers soaked with her flowing cum. Her breath is short, uneven and her darting eyes swathe every inch. I pull out again to taste, but she pulls my fingers to her mouth and sucks them like a cock.

“My pussy is taksim escort bayan delicious,” she says softly. “…And I want to drink from your cunt forever!” I move into her pussy again, soak three fingers, then smear her nose and lips with the cream and lick, kiss, suck her mouth! Her hands grope my ass, fingers seeking my split. ‘Yes,’ I think. ‘She knows exactly what I like!’

Back in the living room, we sit naked on the sofa. There is no speaking as we watch each other savor our own pussies with our fingers. Sensual and provocative, our eyes are glued to each other’s movements.

The fire needs another log, so Betty lifts the wood onto the grate. She’s on her knees, revealing the most beautiful ass I have ever seen! I crawl to her and flick my tongue from her clit to her puckered opening; smelling, tasting…needing to devour every drop of her sweet cum! With my thumbs I pry open her ass and ram my hard tongue deep and fast, twirling the walls and soaking my fingers in her dripping cunt!

“Does hubby ever tongue-fuck your sweet ass?” I ask.

“Oh, God…yesss!!…I love it!” Betty moans. “He knows it will make my cum explode all over his face!”

I lie down under her as she piles another log on the heap. My tongue is like an erotic rapier, plunging deep inside her scrumptious pussy! Her cunt fucks my mouth with total pleasure and abandon! Her blazing eyes follow every move of my tongue and I feel her thighs tremble and squeeze my face with rampant desire and need!

“I’m so happy you have a shaved pussy,” I say in a husky voice. Two fingers move into her sopping cunt while my tongue flicks over her twitching clit. My thumb finds her ass and slowly enters the pucker.

Betty is delirious now with just pure lust. She turns around and moves her pussy back to my mouth. Her fingers and hands move over my titties, down my belly. Then her own tongue trails a wet path around my clit and then my oozing cunt. I hear low moans when her mouth engulfs the dripping slit, then plunges deep inside the drenched cavity. My mouth covers her entire pussy and she hunches down to feel the full thrust of my tongue again between the long puffy lips. Betty’s mouth is ravaging from my nipples, so taut and eager now, to my gushing cunt, screaming to this wonderful woman who is so thoroughly insatiable!

“I’ve got to see this in those mirrors,” I almost choke. “I’ve never seen my pussy so wonderfully loved and fucked as you’ve just done! Can we invade the “lust den” of the bedroom?”

“Yessssssssss!” she screams. “Let’s go watch this on the bed! I so much want to feel and see my tongue move over your exquisite fucking body!”

Betty lights an incense stick and puts it in a vase. The moon smiles through the window and we can see the shadowed glen behind the house. Sated for the moment, we simply lie on the bed and talk in very soft tones.

“Have you and hubby ever fucked in that lovely glade out back?” I ask.

“God, yesssssssss! Lord! Jonathon and I have fucked in every conceivable place, including some public ones!” Her voice grows wispy when she says, “He even fucked me once on a bus!”

I cannot contain my laughter! “A bus? How did you pull that off?”

“Simple,” she grins. “The bus was crowded, but we had seats. An older lady was standing up, so Jonny got up and gave her his seat. I stood up and sat back down on his lap. But my full skirt was hiked up when I sat back down! Somehow, he eased out his cock and I felt it plunge into my pussy!” The erotic thought streaked through my mind like a banshee!

“Did you cum?” I quiz, the image burned in my mind.

“Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!…my cum gushed so fast and hard! If others knew, they ignored. But my pussy flowed and drenched his cock and balls! And I felt his cum squirt deep inside and soak my pussy like never before! It was the best orgasm I ever had. Perhaps because of the sheer erotic naughtiness of it all!”

The view from the ceiling mirror is almost too much to bear! I spread my legs and şişli eskort let my fingers pinch my clit, then ease into my arousing pussy again! And Betty follows suit, raising her legs and inserting fingers from her right hand deep into her cunt. The middle finger of her left slowly eases into her ass. I think the moon smiles again with lusting approval!

Suddenly, her mouth surrounds my left tittie, taking as much as she can hold, and flicking quickly over the marble grape she has aroused again.

“Oh yessssssss, baby! Yesssssssssssss!” I scream. “Suck me, darling. Lick and suck my titties till I murder the air with shrieks! God, I love it so!”

Betty bounds from the bed, flings open a drawer, returns with a thick, twirling vibe that rotates at different revolutions, depending on speed. “You like?” she asked coyly. “Ummmmmm! I love!”

She eases my wrists through the soft straps on the bedposts then puts my ankles through other loops that drape from the straps. My arms are flayed and my legs are spread wide open. I did not see her pull another toy from the drawer, but now she sensually straps it to her waist. There is a medium cock inside that will plunge into her cunt when she thrusts that fleshy vibe-cock in my cunt! A simultaneous, mutual fuck, if you will…

I feel helpless but excited! Instinctively, I know there will be no pain, just lusting pleasure for both of us!

The strap-vibe hums and it, too, twirls in erotic gyrations inside my cunt. Slowly, she enters, inching till my muscles adjust to the thick, tapered girth. She reaches behind and inserts the hand-held cock into my ass.

And then the rhythm starts. There are hums as both vibes twist slowly in both openings. Betty’s fingers tweak my nipples, watching them swell from all this splendid attention to my body. I feel my cum cascade again to this pleasure game so new to me. She bends and sucks both nips again, biting slightly to increase the joy that courses with my blood!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…so gooodddddddddddd! So absolutely fucking gooooodddddddddddddd! Fuck me, fuck, fuck me!” I cannot contain the raucous screams that leap into the night from my throat!

“Fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee!”

Faster, harder she slams into my ass and cunt! Her mouth a suction on my tits, her cock imbedded deep inside my squeezing cunt. My pussy is one continuous river of cum, a dam that’s broken, releasing every drop contained in my lusting mind and pussy!

Betty screams so many times! “I’m cummmmminnnnggg too! God, my pussy is on fire! Againnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!! Cummmminnnnnggggg!!!!!!!!!!”

I see us in the ceiling, on both walls…fucking with total erotic abandon! Fucking, fucking, fucking…..!!!!!!!!

I strain to touch her, but the bonds keep my arms apart, my legs askew as if in childbirth.

Then Betty pulls away, discards the strap. “I want to taste your final cum. Give me all your juices, baby. Fill my mouth with your delicious body! Cum for me, darling!”

“I just had a scrumptious thought!” I moan softly.

“…And what’s that, sweetie?”

“Ummmm…you won’t be angry if I tell?”

“Not at all!” she squeals. “Please, please! Tell!”

Not quite sure, I roll the dice. “I’d love to suck your hubby’s cock while you fuck me…”

“Oh, god! Yesssss!” Betty screams. “I’d love to see his cock disappear inside your sucking mouth! And I’d love to see his cum overflow and cover your lovely chin!”

Once more, cum surges down the channel to her licking, lapping, devouring mouth. The viscous cream is like a torrent that’s found its surging way to happiness. In spurts, my cum shoots in her mouth like a man! Her face is drenched and the sweetness drips from her chin down to her titties. God, it is such a sight to see. The epitome of erotic, sensual pleasure!

The moon casts an eerie shadow over the pale room now, focused on the dying embers of the incense stick. The candles have long ago burned out. Somewhere, deep in the glade, I hear chirps and squeals of furry things awakened by the first faint hues of dawn. We’ve cuddled in deep sleep for many hours, spooned as lovers should always be. Dreams of many pleasure to come. Future feasts to twitch about when others have no clue what makes us smile!

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I’ve been on a frenzy, taking whore to a whole new level. Not the mini-skirt and high heel kind. The barefoot, bare ass, panting-on-my-knees kind.

There’s a new titty bar in town that features a glory hole a few times a week. I stumbled on a strange discovery that on Saturdays, the joint owner doesn’t have a girl. The girl he had, left quite the reputation that no replacement was able to handle. The new girls couldn’t even make the clients cum.

I, myself, had always wanted to try glory holes, deepthroating cock after cock but I lacked the patience of sleeping with the same guy twice in one night. No one made me want to stay or gave me the thrill that made me beg for more. As much as I appreciated the nice guys, they were too nice. Especially in the bedroom. While I’m bent over, I don’t want to hear the usual, ‘You’re so pretty, baby.’ As they struggle to even slide more than halfway in my cunt. I want to hear the slap of his balls against my ass, the mix of his grunts and my screams in the air and feel the pressure build as he pounds into my pussy over and over again, stretching me so wide, I can’t walk straight. No one could hurt me that bad, fuck me as hard as I craved.

At least I could have my mouth fucked without any attachments. I called up the joint owner, who was extremely amused that someone at the, shy age, of 18 would be interested in taking on such a heinous (his words, not mine) load. He wanted to see if I have what it takes to become his Saturday Night Slutcase.

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The day we met, he appeared to be escort taksim in a trance. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed freely over my body, he had me spin a few times. It was obvious, he was enjoying my figure in the short, skin-tight, black dress that clung to my large tits, small waist and cut-off right under my ass and matching 3 inch stilletos. This particular night, my hair was straight and in a high-ponytail.

He growled a little and sat on his throne. “Your first assignment, princess, is me.”

A sexy smile creeped over my lips, gaining a sharp inhale as a response, the one I was looking for. I kneeled in front of him, running my hands sensually up and down his thighs, feeling them tense up as my hands moved upwards, the look on his face made me think he’d bust a nut before I had a chance to blow him. I undid his belt and laid it across my lap. Then leaned forward to kiss the awaiting bulge in his pants. He lifted his hips, to press his hard-on firmly against my mouth, as he groaned. I moaned in response, just to get him excited and unbuttoned his pants, unzipped and pushed his pants and boxers over his cock, letting it hit me in the face, then pushed them over his knees and down to his ankles. I leaned forward with my tongue stuck out, breathing on his twitching cock, spat on my hands and began stroking his cock firmly and slowly, glancing at his amazement. I smirked and could easily say it was the anticipation that had him all worked up.

I decided not to prolong it too much longer and slid my tongue across the underside escort bakırköy of his cock, snaking my tongue around his impressive width, making my way all the way up to his cockhead, wrapping my lips around it, sucking it firmly and precisely, tonguing the slit, sucking more of his cock into my mouth, inch by delicious inch. I could tell by his grip on his thighs that he was really refraining from forcing all of his cock down my throat at once. If my mouth wasn’t full, I would smile at this gesture, it was incredulously sexy. I found myself swirling my tongue around, as my mouth was only inches from his base, but his cock was at the entrance of my throat. He gasped and grabbed my ponytail, yanking it backwards then slammed into my throat, choking me, then letting me breathe for a bit and I continued to suck the engorged cock in my mouth faster, while it went deeper, reaching one hand to gently massage his balls.

“Damn, now I want to taste those, too.” I thought.

I started bobbing my head, with his guidance, enjoying all too greatly, his astonishing cock. In an instant, my frenzy grew stronger. I wanted his cum, I needed his cum, so I began to suck harder and faster, trying to get to the center, the only prize I wanted. Both of his hands were on the back of my head, making me bob faster and more aligned with his breathing. He was tuned to me almost, I couldn’t remember when he started to rub his leg against the crotch of my panties. I continued to grope and massage his balls while my mouth attacked his cock feverishly and slid the escort etiler other hand in my panties, rubbing my clit. His cock had a different pulse, fast as it hit the back of my throat, again and again as I moaned on his cock, the vibrations driving him wild, he was close and I was on a mission. I looked up into his eyes, blinking every time his tip slammed into my throat and found myself grinding into his, now wet, leg.

His voice sounded raspy now with fervor, “Oh, fuck.”

And with that he blasted four big cumshots, counting one after the other as they hit the back of my throat. I swallowed the first three, but let the fourth slide out of my mouth, and over my tits, in my skin-tight dress, loving how the warm, sticky fluid slowly made its way into my bra. I was close to cumming, too. He took my hand from my panties and began to suck my juices from them while inserting his own, finger fucking me to an unbelievable orgasm. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, then into mine, I sucked on them and sighed as I enjoyed my own sweet taste mixed with his, once more, he dipped his fingers into my dripping, wet cunt.

As he sucked on them this time I moaned while I watched.

“This,” he sucked, “was beautiful.” He stood and helped me up. “You’ve got the job.”

I smiled, still panting, “Thank you, Mr..?”

He chuckled, “Mr. Stoneheart, but you’ll call me Sir. Understood?” I nodded and smiled again, “Yes, Sir.”

He smiles proudly as he says, “If you can’t handle Saturdays, I just might keep you for myself.”

I blushed. He handed me a schedule, a cell phone just for work and showed me my glory hole. Just looking at the cozy, carpeted space, I could tell I would enjoy my nights here.

If my Saturdays were going to be anything like my time with Mr. Stoneheart, I’d never leave.

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Sarah dozed peacefully. The sounds of her husband Ralph getting up, dressing and leaving for work with a perfunctory peck on her cheek couldn’t disturb her thoughts. Her brain was turning over the various emotions the last two days had generated in her, feelings she hadn’t experienced before. A delightful frisson went through her body as she recalled her mystery lover. How on earth could she have done that? Her, an experienced, refined woman who prided herself on her authoritative good taste and decorum. How could she have let an unknown stranger enter her, penetrate her, take her whole body the way he had?

She felt a little ashamed but recovered quickly as she admitted to herself that it was the best sex she had ever had. Sarah had not had many sexual experiences in her life, she had a sheltered teenage and in college spent more time studying than getting involved with the male students. Her friends teased her over this, they would come home after parties or dates and regale her with tales of how this guy or that had played with their tits or fingered them to orgasm inside their panties or even in some cases fucked them on the back seat of cars. Sarah had not done it in her younger years but after these stories she found herself feeling unusually horny and she developed a technique for getting herself off with the handle of her hair brush while she rubbed her clitoris. Near the end of her final year of college, at a friend’s party, she succumbed to the overtures of a male student she had often seen in the library and thought was rather sweet.

Over glasses of wine in the empty hall he told her how attractive she was and how so many guys thought she was so classy and unattainable but how much they all wanted to fuck her. Sarah was slightly shocked at his language but was so very turned on at the prospect of losing her virginity that she allowed him to lead her to an empty bedroom where he locked the door, lay her on the bed fully clothed, pulled her panties to one side and roughly entered her. He came in such a short time Sarah had no time to adjust to the pain in her pussy. He grinned at her, wiped his cock in his t shirt and left her spread-eagled on the bed. This experience did nothing to encourage more thoughts of sex for Sarah and although she continued to masturbate occasionally, usually at a specific time of the month, her expectations of men were low. Her courtship with Ralph was an exception mainly because it involved very little sex other than the occasional fumbled experience in his car. But life with him was good and they married.

Sarah’s friends had all told her how wonderful sex would be when there was a cock there for the taking but things hadn’t turned out quite like that. She thought sadly of the disappointing times her husband Ralph had failed to satisfy her. She usually had to initiate their love making and even then invariably she would have to satisfy herself after Ralph had fallen asleep. But after last night’s sexual extravaganza she finally realised how deeply satisfying the best sex could be, how the experience had eaten into her consciousness, and how it had made her want more. So much more in fact that she had come out of her shell and behaved what occasionally seemed to her such a depraved way with Simon. She has surprised herself with how hungry she had been for more cock and how sexually open she had been with him. She felt a new chapter had opened in her life.

But now there was another possible adventure to experience. As Sarah luxuriated in her morning bath she mused over what she should wear to meet this mysterious Mr Carrington. Dressing for lunch at the Ritz would need something tasteful obviously, but in her heightened state of sexual emotions, she felt a thrilling desire to be a little naughty. She chose a floral summer dress that came just below the knee. That’s demure enough she thought. But she chose it because the neck line was low and she sifted through her bra drawer to find the black lacy push-up little number that would show off her cleavage beautifully, with a hint of the black lace trimming just visible if she bent forward. Black lace panties to match and she was ready to confront the mystery lunch appointment.

She dialled Simon on the internal house phone. Despite yesterday’s wonderful sex with Simon, Sarah’s tone was deliberately clipped and professional. They were boss and employer again. Simon’s mind was clearly still located somewhere between his legs and her pussy when he answered.

“Yes Saraa…sorry…Yes Mrs Newton, what can I do for you today?”

A thought flashed through Sarah’s mind at the memory of Simon’s magnificent cock but in a nano-second she composed herself.

“I’d like a lift to the Ritz please Simon, leaving in an hour. Then I need you to be on call ready to bring me home.”

“Of course…”

Simon paused before continuing.

“…Mrs…Newton!”

Did I detect a mixture of disappointment, of teasing me, Sarah thought as Simon lingered over her formal name. She felt a tingle between her legs and her nişantaşı escort bayan nipples stiffened at the thought of Simon’s cock which she had enjoyed yesterday along with his lips, his fingers and his tongue…and more of his cock… Enough! She banished the thoughts from her mind but she was pleased to see that the lacy bra and the light summer dress were thin enough to reveal the profile of her erect nipples.

In a strange silence, Simon drove into town, expertly weaving in and out of the traffic along Piccadilly, turning down St James’ Street and into the discreet entrance to the Ritz. Sarah thanked Simon perfunctorily but with a smile and a lingering look as she gently rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a playful squeeze before she slid elegantly out of the car, legs together lest the doorman saw too much of her thighs or even, heaven forbid, her panties!

“Good afternoon madam” the doorman doffed his top hat and bowed slightly,

“Welcome to the Ritz!”

Sarah smiled graciously as she ascended the steps and made her way to the dining room. The Maître d’ also bowed and raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

“I’m meeting someone called Carrington” Sara offered.

“This way ma’am, your companion is already here.”

He led her to a table in the corner of the sumptuously elegant but half full dining room. Her mysterious Mr Carrington rose to greet her. He was tall, Sarah guessed about 6 feet, slim and well proportioned. He’s athletic, Sarah thought to herself, pondering what his body was like under the well-cut light grey suit. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and the slightly military air was underlined by his tie, was it a regimental one or a public school tie Sarah wondered.

“Mrs Newton! How good of you to come!”

“How could I resist such a mysterious invitation, especially here.”

Sarah smiled as he motioned her to her seat, both chairs Sarah noticed were angled such that their backs were to the corner of the room, they could see everything that went on and nobody could appear or do anything behind them. Sarah thought this a little odd and wondered where she had heard of that ploy before.

“I’ve taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of Chablis, but would you like the seafood platter to share?”

“That would be lovely, and how did you know I liked Chablis?”

“Mrs Newton…may I call you Sarah?…you will see that we know quite a lot about you!”

Sarah was taken aback by the “we”. What could he mean?

“You will be wondering what all this is about Mrs N…Sarah”

“I was rather puzzled, especially as your invitation came after the strangest evening…”

Sarah’s voice tailed off as the memory of her phantom lover came flooding back. Did she really feel a dampness in her panties? The memory…and this man…Carrington…he is rather attractive…could it have been him? Could this perfect gentleman, slightly formal, clearly very straight, have been the man who took her to sexual places she never felt were possible?

“Ah yes, the traffic jam and the events that followed…” Carrington spoke the words in an almost absent-minded way almost as if he were mentioning yesterday’s weather. Sarah was stunned.

“How? But?…What?!!” Sarah couldn’t contain her surprise and blushed to the roots. How did he know about that? More to the point exactly how much did he know?!

“It took us some trouble to organise that traffic jam. The local police and the airport authorities weren’t best pleased when we set it up, but we do have a certain influence…at the highest level.”

Sarah’s mind was icy clear now. She spoke calmly but with force.

“Mr Carrington” the emphasis was on the “Mr.”

“…if that really is your name! Just what IS this all about? How dare you intrude on my private life like this, set my husband up the way you obviously did, and then who…just WHO was it who…” Despite her anger Sarah couldn’t finish the sentence. Carrington calmly obliged.

“Gave you the best sex you’ve ever had, gave you orgasms that Ralph has never given you and never could? “

Sarah’s blushes were the only reply she was capable of.

“I can’t tell you his name or who he was Sarah, but let me explain further, and by the way you can call me Guy.”

Guy Carrington sipped some of the Chablis, smiled appreciatively as he savoured it and looked directly into Sarah’s eyes.

“Sarah, do you know much about your husband’s work?”

“Well…I…err…well I know that it involves navigation systems of some sort but I don’t know much more.”

“You’re right as far as that goes but a lot of his company’s work involves world-leading cutting-edge technology for missile navigation and also tracking. Did you know most of his work is funded by the military?”

Sarah gasped as Guy continued.

“All the major powers are envious. They know what the systems are capable of but they don’t know how they work and we are very anxious to keep it that way.”

“Oh my goodness, I had no idea…” Sarah stammered şişli escort bayan a reply but suddenly felt an admiration for Ralph that she hadn’t felt in years.

“But what’s all this got to do with you inviting me here and telling me all this…Guy?”

“I was coming to that Sarah. Things here get rather personal I’m afraid.”

By now Sarah was feeling a mixture of pride in her husband’s work, which it now appeared was so very valuable, but also apprehension about the way this man was clearly in possession of details of her life. Not just his obvious knowledge but the way in which he, or even ‘we’, seemed able to exert control over the most intimate parts of her life. Sarah was worried and it showed. Guy to his credit sensed this and altered his tone, his voice gentler, softer as he spoke.

“Have you ever wondered why you are the one who has to initiate sex with your husband and why he doesn’t seem to be very sympathetic to your needs?”

Despite Guy’s tender tones Sarah was angry.

“How dare you talk to me like this? What earthly business is it of yours anyway?!”

Sarah’s face flushed, she trembled as she half stood to leave the restaurant. Guy instinctively held her arm and gently eased her back into her chair. He held her hand until she began to relax.

“Sarah, I’m not doing this to annoy you and nor is it any bizarre way of getting into bed with you, but there are things here of national importance that just happen to impinge on yours and Ralph’s sex lives.”

“What on earth can you mean Guy?” Sarah was beginning to relax as her curiosity began to take over her emotions.

“Sarah, despite his marrying you and despite the attempts he makes to have sex with you, Guy is fundamentally gay.”

Silence enveloped them both at this stunning revelation. Sarah’s heart raced, her hands clenched as she fought to keep control of herself and her emotions. She was initially outraged, but then a thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she remembered little things in Ralph’s behaviour. They were almost clichés of gay men but there was his preference for very brief white underpants that nestled his cock so nicely. She loved that but was now forced to admit to herself that it would probably also be a turn on for so many gay and bisexual men. Then there was the way he stared at those dishy guys in adverts for men’s toiletries, sultry, broody, dark eyed hunks. He was almost addicted to the gym, work kept him very busy but in most spare moments he’d go to an expensive gym in Shoreditch, the adverts for which Sarah had seen, and which appeared to be full of smooth bodied attractive young men in what she now realised were deliberately sexually alluring poses.

Could Guy be right? Sarah had to admit it was possible. During sex she remembered he once had tried to slip a finger in her ass after lubricating it with her pussy juices. Nothing unusual about that Sarah had thought at the time, and she was actually enjoying the novel feeling of clamping her sphincter around his finger, but he suddenly withdrew, apologising as if he hadn’t really wanted to do it to her in the first place. Maybe he was so aroused that he got carried away thinking about one of his male lovers?

“Guy…this is a shock. How do I know you’re telling the truth? How do you know these things?”

“We have been watching some foreign agents – spies to you – and we have cameras planted in their houses. Watching the CCTV recordings one night we saw one of them, let’s call him Alex for now, come into his bedroom, wearing only the briefest of brilliant white G-strings.”

“Well so what?” Sarah couldn’t see the obvious next comment coming.

“Ralph was with him, totally naked with a pair of panties in his hand.”

Sarah sank back in her chair, shaking with the shock. She just about managed to hold her wine glass steady enough to take a deep gulp.

“Did they…Guy…did they…fuck?”

“Yes and more. They were obviously very horny. They lay on Alex’s bed and kissed for a long time, fondling each other’s bodies, pulling each other’s nipples…quite vigorously I must say.”

“Oh my goodness, Guy…”

“Ralph was the dominant one, he initiated everything. Surprise you Sarah? He never does with you does he? But he was the one who sucked Alex’s cock as he stroked the shaft. He was the ‘top’ as the gay language has it. You look puzzled? It means he was the one who did the fucking Sarah.”

The motions that ran through Sarah’s mind were wild and turbulent. She was at one moment appalled at her husband’s behaviour but she was also strangely turned on. How could this be happening she wondered, but there was no doubt, she felt it in the spasm between her legs as she squeezed her thighs together. She felt her nipples harden and immediately began to regret her flimsy clothing. Guy must see them surely, she thought. She was powerless however in the face of what she now realised was a deep sexual arousal. She couldn’t help herself asking Guy for more salacious detail.

“Was kağıthane escort bayan Alex big? I mean his cock Guy.”

” He was Sarah, at least 9 inches and uncut. Ralph seemed to enjoy it rather.”

Her panties were not damp, they were wet and the feeling was so very obvious to Sarah. Her nipples were hard and to her embarrassment she noticed that Guy’s eyes were fixed on them. She squeezed her thighs together to try and calm her tingling pussy but it only served to arouse her more. She looked pleadingly at Guy, she was confused, dismayed in one way that her husband’s sexual desires obviously did not involve her. But also, to her surprise, she found Guy’s descriptions such a turn on. She had no idea where her emotions would take her next as she looked into Guy’s eyes searching for some comfort, some resolution of her confusion. She decided to go on the attack.

“Guy, I don’t believe a word of this. It’s just not credible. Ralph may not be the best lover in the world but I really don’t buy the things you’ve told me. Why are you being so cruel and doing this to me?”

That outburst calmed Sarah somewhat, but she was still trembling inside with a mixture of fear, apprehension and yes, still, an unexpected sexual arousal deep within her. Guy resumed his gentle tone and took her hand in his.

“Sarah, I know you’re a strong woman and I need to tell you these things for good reason as you will shortly see. They may come as a surprise, a shock even, but they are things you need to know.” Guy gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Guy, oh Guy, I’m sorry but this really is incredible. You really will need to convince me. I need more than just your description of what you say you saw Ralph doing. Vivid description though it was, how can I trust you?”

Guy Carrington said nothing. He simply took Sarah’s hand and led her out of the dining room, hand in hand as they walked to the lift. They ascended in silence, still holding hands as they walked along a nondescript corridor to an unmarked door which for a hotel door, surprisingly to Sarah, had no number and no handle or lock. It looked like the entrance to a broom cupboard. As they approached, Guy stopped close to the door, which opened without his touching anything, closing automatically behind him.

“There’s a discreet camera in the door, iris and facial recognition. It knows me.”

Inside, the contrast was astonishing. Hardly a broom cupboard, the room was actually a suite, furnished in impeccable modern taste. In the main room were two large sofas which a person could disappear in, several armchairs, a sideboard with a drinks tray, fruit bowls and assorted snacks, and along one wall, opposite one of the sofas, a huge flatscreen monitor. Guy sensed Sarah’s puzzlement.

“We keep this suite here permanently, the Ritz are very understanding, if you know what I mean”

Guy winked at her. There was that ‘we’ again. Who or what were ‘we’?

“Let me give you the tour.” Guy took Sarah by the arm and showed her two large bedrooms, one with a king size double bed and the other with two queen sized beds, both rooms tastefully furnished in a minimalist modern design, complete with spacious en suite bathrooms. There was a well-equipped kitchen, double refrigerator and oven and Sarah realised that anyone could live here permanently. Back in the sitting room Guy took Sarah’s arm and steered her to the sofa opposite the flatscreen TV. He sat her down, took his place next to her, rather closely Sarah thought as their thighs touched and stayed that way.

“Let me show you how to operate the screen Sarah. This little display will, I think, convince you that I’m telling the truth and that we have things to do, you and me. Now watch, this button here on the remote will allow you to zoom in if there’s anything you’d like to see more closely.”

Why did he linger over those words thought Sarah? Did she imagine it or did his thigh press slightly more firmly against hers as he spoke? Not for the first time in their conversations Sarah felt herself getting aroused. Unable to control these reactions, her nipples again began to protrude through her lacy bra and light cotton dress.

“This button rewinds, should there be anything that…err…shall we say particularly interests or …amuses you.”

And this button here, thought Sarah, thinking of the by now erect, throbbing nub between her pussy lips, this button will turn the volume up to screaming point!

“Sarah, I’m going to leave you now, you’ll be quite alone and you can take as much time as you like to look at the footage. I need you to be totally convinced and comfortable with what the situation really is with your husband before I take you to the next stage. When you’re ready to talk, press the red button on the remote and I’ll be here withing minutes. Now relax and enjoy the show.”

Guy winked again. Sarah shuddered with anticipation and apprehension at what she might see but she was also now totally fascinated by Guy. Who is he? Who does he work for? Is he really coming on to me sexually? She let these thoughts linger as she walked over to the drinks tray and found to her pleasure an ice bucket with a bottle of Chablis already opened. She poured a generous measure and settled on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and, taking the up the remote, she pressed play.

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Sara

Hi,

Been a while and a lot has happened in my life so haven’t had too much time [nor inclination really] to write but have begun again. This is a story, fictitious sadly, dedicated to a lovely young woman I ‘met’ via Literotica. It was written at her behest and she has read and enjoyed it. I hope you do too.

All the usual things you would expect from me. Plenty of anal but plenty of straight as well.

Do vote and please comment either way. I am always grateful for ideas and like to know why readers either do, or don’t, enjoy my stories. I think this was written around 2008 but not sure. A note re this submission: the first time I posted this there was some criticism that I didn’t include any lead up. I didn’t because this story is an actual continuation of plans we made. I felt they were private.

Sara!

PART 1

“Now,” said Sara firmly with a great big smile, “you sit there.” She indicated the armchair in the bedroom. I raised my eyebrows quizzically. “All will be revealed,” she laughed, “patience!”

I sat. Sara came and knelt at my feet. “Now, let me see what I have got to play with!” Her hand went to my fly and she unzipped me then, fishing around inside my pants, pulled out my cock and balls. Of course I was beginning to react to her ministrations. Not quite hard but not soft.

“Mmm, looks interesting! OK! No touching,” she smiled. “I mean it, no touching ’til I say,” she said with mock severity.

I laughed, “Your wish is my command oh Princess!” I sat and watched as she moved away. Then I caught my breath – she began to undress. Not exactly a striptease, just a slow removal of her clothes. God she is beautiful. Her toned body and muscles seemed to exaggerate her wonderfully nubile shape. I don’t think it was accidental either, that she managed to show her gorgeous shapely arse in my direction quite often.

By the time she was down to just her thong my cock was standing proud and I was having great difficulty in not grasping it and relieving the pressure! Not that I wanted to. I wanted to save that pleasure for much later.

“That looks very nice indeed,” she said as she came again and knelt between my legs. Her hands gently stroked my cock and balls.

“Oh shit Sara,” I managed, “you are something else!”

“Thank you kind sir!” she smiled then one hand began to gently masturbate my cock whilst the other caressed my balls. Her eyes fixed on mine, her lips smiling, as she watched her effect on me. My breathing became shallower and it took all the willpower I had to maintain control. Then she upped the ante! Her bead bent and her tongue flicked out and tasted the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock.

“Oh fuck!” I cried as her mouth closed over my cock head and gently sucked. My body tensed as I kept control. Too early, much too early, but this woman was unbelievable.

Sara’s head bobbed up and down a couple of times and her tongue washed my cock. I groaned in almost ecstasy; rivers of pure pleasure ran over my body. Sara must have sensed that things might just get out of hand for she removed her head and looked up at me. “Mmm, better stop!” she smiled, “wouldn’t want you to go off half cocked. Wouldn’t want me to either,” she added laughing.

Sara stood then turned away, her gorgeous arse in front of my eyes causing me even more problems! Pleasant ones of course, but problems non-the-less. She walked to the bed, knelt on the edge, then looked back at me over her shoulder. “Your turn,” she laughed as she crawled up the bed, he arse swinging back and forth.

“Sara, oh Sara, you are fabulous!” I managed to say.

“I do try!” she laughed back as she lay back to watch me. I stood at the edge of the bed, my cock and balls still hanging out. Shirt soon disappeared, then slacks. I had a bit more trouble extracting my rock hard cock and tight balls from my underpants, all under the smiling eye of Sara, but finally managed. They, together with socks, joined the heap of clothing and I knelt on the bed next to her.

Sara reached up, her hands running through the hairs on my chest. “Hairy!” she said with a smile.

“You like?” I asked concerned at pleasing her.

“Mmm, it tickles!” I bent my head and kissed her gently on the lips.

“You are so lovely,” I whispered, “I want to worship you.”

“You’re daft,” she smiled, “but help yourself!”

I kissed along her neck, her shoulder, then down to the soft rise of her breasts. She gasped as my lips fastened on her nipple. I kissed, I licked, I sucked, I bit gently. Her nipples quickly swelled and hardened as I sucked first on one then the other. I dragged my teeth along the swollen nipples, biting hard enough that Sara gasped in pleasure.

I raised my head. “You have marvellous tits! Nice nipples!”

“You are kind,” she smiled, “but don’t stop!” I didn’t! I kissed her tits, covering as much as I could with my mouth and sucking. ankara escort My hands squeezed and caressed. Sara seemed to be enjoying the attention. Time to move on or, rather, down!

I ran my tongue down Sara’s body, across her tummy — gently probing her button as I passed, ending up at her thong covered pussy. Blowing gently over the whole area, I covered her cunt with my mouth. Then, biting gently through the material, I sucked tasting the wetness already leaking. Fantastic! She tasted wonderful and I savoured the flavour of her. Sara was gasping as I bit and sucked on her sex.

Continuing for a while, I was enjoying the sound of her pleasure then I lifted my head, bent and kissed her lips. “Taste yourself,” I whispered, “heavenly!” Sara smiled through my kiss.

“Fuck! More!” I smiled then, moving down the bed, gently removed her thong. Opening her legs, I knelt in between and looked down at her cunt. She was neatly trimmed. Her lips were swollen – she had obviously enjoyed being ‘bitten’ – and glistening with her juice. I could sense the heady aroma of her arousal – a potent aphrodisiac if ever there was one.

“Oh for fucks sake,” she said laughing, “stop looking and start licking!”

“All good things come to those who wait,” I laughed but I bent my head to her. Blowing gently on her cunt lips I began by kissing and licking the inside of her thighs right down to her bent knees. First one side then the other, blowing on her cunt as I passed.

I did this a few of times before, “Oh fuck Mike, you bastard, that’s good but I need your mouth on my pussy!” I smiled and ran my tongue along her cunt lips. “Fuck, yes!” Sara moaned, “more!” No problem there!

I worked my tongue up and down along the whole length of her cunt, savouring again the taste of her. Occasionally I licked her clit, firming now at my attention. For the time being I concentrated on her vagina. I gently pushed my tongue inside, my lips meeting her nether ones in a sensuous kiss. I sucked her juice then felt her body shudder. A low groan escaped her lips.

I lifted my head to look into her eyes. Sara smiled back. “More!” she mouthed. Still no problem.

“Do you like your clit sucked?” I smiled.

Sara smiled. “Silly question,” she said, “what girl doesn’t! Now, stop faffing about and get to it!” she added laughing.

“Yes mistress,” I laughed bending my head again. Using my thumbs I gently parted her lips and licked inside. Sara shuddered. Then I moved to her swollen clit. My tongue washed over the whole area, pressing hard. She groaned then as my lips ‘bit’ gently and I sucked on her bud.

“Oh god yes! Do that!” she moaned as I continued to suck and ‘bite’. Time to replace lips with teeth. Gentle at first, I sucked her clit harder, covering the whole area with my mouth. Now teeth replaced lips. I was rewarded by another low groan and a shudder but continued to work on her clit right through her orgasm. It seemed to continue for a while!

By now, however, I wad beginning to need some relief. I needed to get my cock inside her! I knew we had gone this far but would she actually want me to fuck her?

Lifting my head I looked into her eyes. “Gentleman has almost disappeared,” I joked throatily, “I need to fuck you Sara!” I said gently wanking my cock and looking down into her eyes.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “sounds good to me!” I leant over and reached into my bag for a condom, broke the pack, and slipped it quickly on. Sara’s eyes followed my every move. She smiled as I shifted into position.

I gripped my cock and wiped the tip over her cunt then between her lips. I watched her eyes as I pushed my erection gently into her. Slow, slow is my motto with a ‘new’ woman so I rocked back and forth, my cock head slipping gorgeously in her velvet heaven. Leaning forward, I took my weight on my arms, not wanting to flatten this most glorious example of womanhood.

“Oh yes! That IS good!”

I smiled then pushed deeper, giving her half my cock and fucking her gently. Almost all out then a little deeper each time until I was completely inside her. Now I was fucking her with long, deep strokes. Not too hard yet! Sara was mumbling words of encouragement such as, “Yes! Fuck me!” then, “Harder!”

I did. Speeding up now I was driving hard inside. Hard and deep. Sara’s legs came up around my waist. I could get deeper and feel my thighs slapping against hers. I don’t cum as much as I used to so I was saving myself for later – her arse I hoped! – so I kept driving into her. There was a low scream as her legs gripped and her cunt tightened around my cock.

I fucked her right through her orgasm, revelling in her sounds of pleasure until, finally, I felt her relax. Withdrawing my still erect cock – thank the scientists for Cialis – I rolled to one side and, head on one arm, looked down at her.

“OK?” I asked hoping the answer was yes.

Sara smiled. “Oh yes, oh yes! It seems it does what it says on the tin!” I bent and http://www.e06.org/ kissed her lips.

“Thanks,” I whispered, “want to turn over?” Well we had joked about arse licking! Sara smiled then languidly rolled face down, her head turned towards me, eyes watching.

I knelt up and gazed down at her laying there. Possibly the most wonderful sight in the universe — well for me anyway! Sara was all soft curves. Her hips flowing from her waist, her gorgeously rounded bottom wonderfully displayed. She smiled as she watched me. “I reckon you like what you see,” she said.

“Well,” I replied smiling back, “you did send me those pictures and the last one! Well! I think it was one of the most sensual pictures of the female arse I have seen.” I laughed, “And here it is in reality. You are truly gorgeous Sara love.”

She smiled, “Thank you — but haven’t you got something you want to do?”

“Mmm,” I said, “have to get you excited!”

“No problem there then. Your tongue worked well enough in front,” she laughed, “so I am sure you won’t have much trouble!” She was telling me to go ahead, to lick, to suck, and to possible fuck, her wonderful arse. I had to touch, to caress her first so I ran my hands over her curves glorying in the smooth softness of her skin. They ended on the globes of her arse and I stroked and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “thought you used your tongue?” I smiled.

“I will,” I said as I opened her legs and knelt between. I could just see her tight anus above her cunt. Sara is lovely like this, all of her charms available to touch, taste, and fuck! My hands, one on each cheek, gently opened her anal valley displaying fully her tight back door. As before, I teased her by blowing gently on her anus but kissing along the back of her thighs and over her bottom cheeks. Sara squirmed and pushed her thighs into the bed. Time to lick her arsehole and probe as deep as I could.

I started by licking along the valley from the back of her cunt to the base of her spine. Back and forth, easing gently across her anus bringing a gasp from Sara’s lips. I did this for a while, enjoying the taste of her body, and occasionally delving into the back of her cunt. Finally, I decided to concentrate on her tight arsehole.

I began by rimming, my tongue licking round and round her anus coating it with saliva. Sara groaned and pushed back at me, obviously enjoying my tongue’s attention to her tiny star. Now I started to probe: to push the tip of my tongue against the tight muscle. Another gasp as I pushed harder and Sara relaxed. My tongue slipped inside and I tasted her. I pushed harder and began to tongue fuck her arsehole, slowly at first then harder and deeper. I felt a shudder as my tongue went deep into her arse, touching the inner walls.

I didn’t stop. Not sure whether Sara would orgasm from my attention to her anus, I wanted to show her how much I loved her arse! So I kept going, my tongue pushing inside again and again. Occasionally I sucked: each time causing a gasp and then a sigh as I continued to tongue fuck Sara there.

By now my cock was so hard that it ached an I knew that I had to ask her. Sara had said, seriously, that anal sex wasn’t her favourite but she would if I excited her enough. I hoped I had done so.

I leant forward taking my weight on my arms, my erect cock finding a natural home between her cheeks. As I bent my head to whisper in her ear I gently slipped my cock back and forth along the saliva coated valley.

“I need your arse Sara,” I said breathlessly, “fuck I need you there!” She was pushing her arse up into me as my cock slid back and forth.

“Oh yes Mike,” she whispered then said, with a smile, “fuck my arse. Please!” My breathing became sharper as I knelt back then pulled Sara up into a kneeling position. Would have loved to fuck her arse face down like that but not the first time. Sara helped as she eased herself to kneel just like one of the pics she sent me. I took a look at her like this as I reached back into the overnight bag by the bed and pulled out the lube. Sara’s eyes followed my movement.

“Lube,” I said with a smile.

“Good,” she laughed.

I knelt up then pumped some lube into her anus and began massaging it inside with my middle finger. Then a little more which I pushed gently past the tight grip of her anus. Sara gasped as my finger entered her arsehole then again as I began to work it back and forth. Adding more lube, I worked my finger deeper drawing low moans from Sara as I finger fucked her arse. I wanted to open her a little more so took my finger out, added more lube, then pushed fore and middle fingers into her.

“Oh fuck! God that feels big!”

“Just fingers Sara love. Just fingers!” I said with a smile.

I slowly entered her then began to slide my fingers back and forth until they were both fully inside her. As Sara got used to the feeling I turned both fingers inside her arse. Sara gasped as she escort ankara felt her anus stretched. I withdrew my fingers slowly then slipped on another condom before coating it with lube.

Reaching for her hips my cockhead seemed to naturally find the shallow depression of her arse. I pushed gently forward and drew a low groan from Sara as her anus relaxed and my cock head slipped inside. She was so tight. Hot and tight and close to heaven. To be fucking this wonderful young woman’s arse was a dream come true. I pushed a little harder, holding her hips as I did so, and another three inches of cock slipped inside her tight arsehole.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled back easing the pressure on her muscle, then started to gently fuck her with half my cock. I could see her tight anus gripping my cock as I slipped out then disappearing as I pushed back. I was slowly filling her with a little more each time until, finally, she had all of my cock buried deep in her arse. Sara had moaned softly as I filled her. I knew she was not an ‘anal virgin’ and she seemed to be able to deal with my 7 inches. Then I had to stop. I wanted to fuck her arse properly not shoot my load early — a distinct possibility it must be said if I wasn’t careful!

I leant forward. “OK?” I whispered.

“OH fuck that is BIG!” Sara whispered. “Yes. Feels good!”

I kissed her neck and began to slowly fuck her arse. Gently at first, my whole cock almost out then buried deep inside. The feeling was out of this world. Her arse gripped me tightly but the slippery lube meant I could move easily. She was hot, so hot. Her anus was a tight band sliding along my cock. I was beginning to lose it as I gripped her hips hard and sped up, my thighs slapping into her buttocks. I didn’t know whether Sara would have an orgasm. Andi always had one when we did this, so did several other women I had been with, but not all did.

I am afraid, however, that I was so close now that I was pounding away and had almost lost control. Suddenly it was there. The heat, the tightness, the sight of my cock sliding in and out, were too much. The slight pain at the base of my spine and the tightening of my balls signalled the beginning of my orgasm.

My cock swelled with each pulse of cum into the condom. Her rectum seemed even tighter. I heard a gasp — mine or Sara’s? I wasn’t sure. All I could feel was spunk shooting out of my body into hers — at least into the condom. Three, four pulses and I was done — well for the moment anyway!

I held Sara there. There was so much pleasure in just looking at her and at my cock buried inside her arse. That she would do this for me! Soon my cock softened and slipped from the heaven of her arse and I fell sideways onto the bed.

“Oh fuck Sara.” I managed to murmur, “you are something else again!”

She flattened onto the bed facing me. “You enjoyed that then?” she asked with a smile.

I laughed, “Naw!!! God Sara! Wow. Fabulous! What about you?” I was a bit worried I had been a touch insensitive.

“It was good,” she smiled, “can we do it again?” She asked with a whimsical smile!

PART 2

I smiled back again, “As often as I can,” I said moving closer and stroking her body. “You are so bloody lovely!”

Now Sara seemed shy. “Thank you,” she said. “You keep saying that.” Then she laughed, “I suppose it’s the ‘gentleman’.”

I laughed back, “Yes, but it is the truth. When I saw those pictures you sent me I couldn’t believe that this would ever happen,” I continued seriously, “so I want to be a gentleman — well at the start anyway! Hope to be what you want really.” I ended rather lamely.

“You have been up to now,” she smiled as her hand ran through the hairs on my chest then down to my groin. “Oh dear,” she laughed as her hand found my soft cock, “seems he’s gone to sleep for a while!”

I laughed, “I’m pretty sure you could wake him up in a minute or two!”

“Mmm,” she murmured as she moved down the bed, her head level with my waist, “let’s see! I’m sure it’ll be all right.”

“Errrm . . .” I muttered, “might just be a bit soon!” I was concerned that Sara might think me unable.

“Fun anyway,” she giggled, “I can get it all in my mouth!” I took a deep breath. This young lady played hardball!

I felt her hands on my cock and balls. Caressing, stroking, squeezing. She was soft and gentle, cradling my balls with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. I felt the first stirrings as the soft warmth of her mouth enclosed my cock. I felt her nose on my pubic hair as she sucked me inside. Her tongue seemed everywhere as my cock began to grow. Soon, half hard, it was too big to fit totally in her mouth and she lifted her head.

“There,” she smiled at me, “told you not too worry! Very nice indeed!” She was wanking my cock at the base as she bent her head again and sucked me inside. I was close to heaven as I grew harder. I knew I wouldn’t cum for a good while so I could really enjoy her mouth as it slid along my cock. Occasionally she licked up and down or kissed my balls then back to sucking my cock. She was bloody good! Her hands seemed everywhere. Cradling my balls, stroking right down to my anus and sometimes pressing there.

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