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Susan and Jeff Jackson stood in front of their first house, not believing their luck. Right out of college Jeff got a job offer at a small manufacturing company outside of Philadelphia. Part of the offer was an extremely low-interest rate for a house so rather than rent for a while then finally bite the bullet, they were able to find a very nice house in one of the newer neighborhoods.

“I hope the neighbors are nice, “Sue said happily, “Everyone’s yard is perfect.” She admired the flowers, the flawless lawns feeling the anticipation of a happy life.

Jeff nodded, then picked up his wife and carried her to the front door, and after Susan unlocked and opened the door, he carried her across the threshold. “I should have planned that better,” he laughed, “I’m going to make sure the door is unlocked first with my next wife,” he groaned.

“You’d better, no way would your next wife be as light as I am. My next husband is going to have money so the butler will be opening the door,” she replied. “Plus, he’ll be able to carry me and my luggage.”

“You’re kidding, right? With all your muscle you’re a fucking load to carry,” he chuckled. “Shit, you should have carried me!” he said as he patted her firm ass.

Susan had worked her way to a sixth-degree black belt in taekwondo and worked out regularly. Jeff was right as Susan not only had quickness and flexibility but strength. Looking at her, you’d assume she was about 100 pounds, but with close to zero % body fat she weighed 115.

They were thrilled on meeting their neighbors, especially the ones on the west side. The couple, Cheryl and Tom, was a bit older with an 8-year-old kid named Jason and they found they had a lot in common. Over the years Susan and Cheryl got involved in many charitable events and soon were seen as a team within the community. Tom and Jeff had identical handicaps and became regulars on the local courses.

Since Susan and Jeff found they could not have kids, they became almost second parents to Jason who they came to love. He became a fixture at their house and it was not unusual for him to crash there overnight. He was a tiny kid, usually, the smallest in his class, and sadly was periodically bullied. That is until the 15-year-old Jason came home with a split lip. It was heartbreaking to see the small boy, not ever 5′ tall yet being tormented.

Susan was furious. Jason would not say a word who did this but the following day, she parked across from the school and watched as four senior boys surrounded Jason taking his book bag, then throwing it up a tree. She’s seen those boys before. They were three years older than Jason, and twice his weight. She got out and calmly walked over and told the boys they had one minute to climb the tree or…she patted a 4″ diameter dead branch above them…they’d be using this as a crutch.

The biggest boy laughed, “Shut up bitch, or when we’re done with you you’ll be the one having trouble walking, or at least not bow-legged,” he snorted. “Hell, a skinny cunt like you might just be a lot of fun. Shit! Let’s take the bitch behind the school and teach her some manners.”

Susan jumped, spun, and with a sweeping leg kick snapped the large diameter branch right off. Without missing a beat, she caught it, broke it in half across her knee, and studied the two parts. “I think this might just be right. You have 20 seconds now to decide,” she held out the pieces of the branch.

All four boys jumped up the tree and scrambled up to get the suspended book bag.

Susan looked at Jason, “These the boys that split your lip?” she asked. When the boy nodded she waited until all four were back down. She pointed to the lip, “Which one of you hit this boy?” She spun the branches in her hands menacingly.

They all looked nervously at each other, then the tallest stepped back, saying, “I did it, and I’m sorry,” he said quickly.

Susan stepped forward, “You have a choice. I could split your lip doing the same as I did to the branch, or one of your buddies can do it. Either way, you’ll be spitting blood…how much blood and whether there will be pieces of teeth is up to you.”

The taller boy stepped back again, “I said I was sorry, please don’t…” he pleaded, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.

“Oh, fuck it! It wouldn’t be much of a challenge,” Susan sighed. “Come on, Jason, I was on my way to Jerrod’s Ice Cream. Join me?” she said cheerfully. She tossed the branches onto the ground, “You know what? I can teach you how to do that. Let’s have some ice cream and we’ll get started.”

After that, the young boy was glued to Susan’s side. She kept her part of the bargain and trained him not that it was needed after word spread that Jason’s neighbor lady kicked a tree over.

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“Sad,” Cheryl sighed, “We’re losing our kid in a few months. Can you believe he’s 18?” she said.

Susan nodded, “I never thanked you, I mean, Jeff and I can’t have kids and we thought about adopting but saw no need with your great kid,” She Bostancı Escort said, “I mean sharing him with us. I really love the kid.”

“I hope he wasn’t a pain,” Cheryl sighed, “I swear he’s been over here more than at home.”

“Susan laughed, “I needed someone to work out with and he’s great at helping out. He actually took out the trash yesterday morning before Jeff even got up. You raised a great kid.”

“We raised a great kid. Can you believe how much he grew this year? I think at the end of last year he was 5′ 2″. Now he’s 5′ 11″? I’ve been buying him jeans every three months,” she smiled. Cheryl paused, “I’m a bit worried though. He’s grown physically, but he’s still the smallest kid in his class, I mean inside. He hasn’t asked any girl to the prom.”

“You worry too much. He’s a great-looking kid. I’ll bet there are a few girls who’ll ask him. He’s shy, but he’s not dead. I’m sure some pretty young thing will hint around or just ask him,” Susan said hopefully. “He should ask me,” she laughed, “Just kidding. My senior year my parents were in a car accident, me in the back seat. Drunk driver swerved into us. I was in the hospital prom night. I had the most beautiful dress…still have it,” she sighed. “Anyhow, he’ll find a girl. I’m sure of it.”

Cheryl hugged her friend, “That’s sad. I’ll never forget my prom night,” she blushed, “It was…well, over quick. At least the first time. I thought it would last longer,” she chuckled. “I made sure of it the next 6 or 7 times,” she said softly.

Susan laughed, “At least I didn’t miss out on that,” she said, “I might have been a bit of a slut.”

“Looking back, I wish I have been. I mean marriage is great and all that, but those were the opportunities lost,” she sighed.

Jason stopped by later that afternoon. Jeff was sitting in the living room and Susan had just gotten back from a run and was heading up to shower when the boy walked in.

“Hey, Mr. Jackson, dad told me you got two eagles yesterday? I’ve never had even one,” he said as he gave the man a high-five. “Mrs. Jackson, you went for a run without me? I’m going to have to kick your ass tomorrow,” he laughed.

“You can try,” the tall brunette chuckled, “You’re getting better but maybe you just want to rest since you spend a lot of time on the mat downstairs,” she chuckled.

Jason sighed, “But last week I surprised you. I’ve been practicing.”

“You boys want anything for dinner? I can start after my shower,” Susan asked, “Your parents told me about the awards banquet tonight so you’ll be stuck with us,” she sighed.

“I told Ed I’d help him entertain a couple of his top clients at the downtown Marriott. I will most likely need to get a room, you know how Ed loves his martinis,” he chuckled.

“Got it, just Jason and me. Jason, you think about what you want and after my shower…” she trotted up the stairs.

“I agree,” Jeff smiled at the boy.

“What? Agree with what?” Jason took his eyes off that tight muscular ass to look at Mr. Jackson.

“She does have a great ass, great everything,” the man smiled “but I’m sure there are a ton of cute girls at your school with great bodies. I remember high school, so many great girls,” he said with a tone of wistfulness.

“I wouldn’t know,” the boy sighed. “I’ve never actually gone out with any.”

“What? Not my business, but you’re a good-looking kid, not that you should ask my opinion, but you are,” he said.

“I guess kids still see the smallest guy in the class. The girls just look right past me,” he sighed.

“Damn!” Jeff sighed, “Can I ask? Are you…?”

The boy blushed, “Does kissing count? I kissed a girl at the homecoming dance, or she kissed me,” he stammered.

“Holy crap! I guess we can drop it, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” he patted the boy’s leg.

Susan dried her hair considering for the umpteenth time whether it is worth it. She just had it trimmed, never cut her whole life. Jeff loved how it looked draped on her back down to her ass. She studied herself in the mirror. Vainly she flexed her abs seeing the clear definition, turning she did the same with her ass. All in all, she had changed little from the cheerleading days at Westfield High and State. Maybe a bit less body fat and her breasts had filled out a bit. She always felt a bit left out back in high school as the other cheerleaders had B, C, or D-cup breasts and she was stuck with As. But over the last decade or so she had developed nice firm Bs. She cupped her breasts admiring them. On the other hand, she’d always had nipples the other girls periodically jealously commented on, large, pink, and puffy when she got excited.

The two men looked up as Susan trotted down the stairs, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Jeff looked at the boy and winked, “Again, I agree,” he whispered.

Susan stopped and looked at the two, “What? There’s something conspiratorial going on,” she demanded.

Jeff laughed, “He’s a boy. He admired your ass going up the stairs and, well, we both were admiring Ümraniye Escort the front as well,” he chuckled.

Susan looked down at herself. She’d thrown on a tee-shirt and shorts over her bra and panties. Perhaps the tee was a bit tight, but it wasn’t see-through. She looked up, “If this is sexy then you boys both need a cold shower,” she groaned.

“I was his age once and a babe in a burlap sack would get my juices flowing,” he smiled. He looked at Jason, “Too bad Susan doesn’t still go to your school, she and a couple of the other cheerleaders had a, what was it called? The School Spirit Project?” he asked.

“Ok, let’s change the subject,” the brunette blushed, “Have you thought about what you want for dinner? I’m thinking since Mr. Jackson is being a jackass we take his credit card and do the town. What do you think?”

“Um, sure…what was The School Spirit Project?” the boy looked at each of the neighbors he’d grown up with. “It must be bad, I’ve never seen you so red,” he said softly.

Susan sighed, “School Spirit Mandate. Three of us girls on the cheerleading team were sort of between boyfriends…Christ! This is going to make you think I’m a slut,” she sat down across from the boy. “We were joking around how…um, certain needs weren’t being met,” she paused.

“Cock. The girls were whining they weren’t getting their daily dose of cock,” Jeff laughed. “Damn! I love it when she gets that flustered,” he chuckled, “Do you know this is a once-in-a-decade occurrence?”

Susan stuck her tongue out at her husband, “Ok, we were complaining we weren’t getting cock,” she blushed more, “so Lexi suggested we do something beneficial for the school and ourselves,” she said softly. “Raise school spirit one virgin at a time, ‘man date,’ get it?”

Jeff finished, “They found a boy in one of those clubs, I don’t know, chess, Latin, anyhow, they had him find out which boys were still virgins and he’d suggest to one of them, you know, ask Susan or another girl out on a date,” he chuckled. “They were not told that they’d be getting lucky just that the girl didn’t have a date that Saturday night, or whenever and was bored. It was always stressed it was a one-time thing and were sworn to tell no one what happened on the date. How many cherries did you take?” he asked.

Susan put her head in her hands, mumbling something.

Jeff laughed, “I might just get a room at the Marriott tonight as long as I’m there since otherwise, I’ll be sleeping here tonight,” he patted the couch.

“Shit! You should check their monthly rates,” she sighed, “Don’t think bad of me,” she said, “but there were about a dozen boys I dated.”

Jason looked stunned, “Wow! I mean, is that a lot?”

“For a high school girl, yeah!” Jeff said, “But it wasn’t as if she were a slut or anything, imagine how many lives she changed. I’d consider her for sainthood if I were religious,” he said. He looked at his wife, “I have always admired you for that. You have the biggest heart in the world and it’s the main reason I love you,” he smiled.

Jeff started to get up, “What do you plan on doing tonight?” he asked.

Susan thought a second, “Good time to watch our favorite movie,” she said looking at Jason, “Our boy here has never seen The Martian. How’s that sound?” she asked the boy.

“Great, but a movie without popcorn isn’t a movie,” he grinned.

Jeff laughed, “I agree, with extra butter. Crap, maybe I should stay.” He went over and kissed his wife, “Have fun tonight,” he said, “I’ll call you later to confirm whether I’ll be in any shape to drive.” He looked at his watch, “I’ll call no later than 11,” he sighed. “if I haven’t passed out by then.”

Susan was used to this. Ed Martin was a lush, and he made it tough on those with him to stay sober. “Go. I’ll have the bed to myself I assume,” she kissed her husband. “No macho shit trying to match him drink for drink,” she sighed.

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After dinner, Susan started the movie, “It’s a fairly long movie so if you get tired, let me know and we’ll pick it up tomorrow night,” she said.

“I’m good,” he moved closer to her, “Is it ok if I just imagine this is a date?” he asked. He suddenly realized what he’d said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean like you did with the unpopular boys in high school…I meant…never mind,” he stammered.

Susan laughed, “Damn! A hot guy like you? I’d love to have you as my date,” she patted the seat next to her on the couch. She leaned against the boy as he tentatively put his arm around her shoulder.

Jason felt the warmth of a woman next to him for the first time in his life and had a difficult time concentrating on the movie. He was stroking her shoulder and arm while watching wondering what would she do if he stroked her bare leg pressed against his. He kept having to fight the pulsing in his shorts aware of the feel and scent of the beautiful woman next to him.

Susan sensed the boy was looking at her, so she paused the movie, “You don’t seem to Ataşehir Escort be watching,” she sighed, “Tired?”

“No. I like it, but…” he hesitated, “Perhaps I should sit over here,” he patted the far side of the couch.

“Why? I’m sorry if I’m crowding you, sure. We can do that, I feel bad, I like to snuggle against a man,” she sighed.

Jason felt a rush, “It’s not that, I guess I like it too much,” he said softly.

Susan chuckled and looked at the boy’s lap, “I can see that. Tell me you’ve snuggled up with a cute girl before,” she looked at the boy who shook his head.

“I um, haven’t been very lucky in that department,” he sighed.

“Aren’t there girls at your school you like?” she asked.

“Sure. I asked a couple of girls out on dates, but…” he trailed off.

“But, they said no?” she asked.

“In a way. One gave me a blank look, walked away, and before the end of the day, everyone was talking about how I had the nerve to ask Stacy Ryan out,” he said sadly, “Then another just said, ‘As if!’ and laughed as she joined her friends. I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have asked the cutest girls in my class out.”

“Wow! Ok, then the opposite of how we were with the less popular kids. and that is just plain rude,” she sighed. She looked at the boy, “You’re a great kid, great-looking and bright. Any girl would be so lucky to have you as a boyfriend.” She said softly. He was a good-looking guy, perhaps skinny, but she saw the potential, but at 5′ 11″ 122 pounds he was fairly gawky…not exactly one of the hotties at his school.

Jason chuckled, “And here I am on a Friday night, sitting at what is pretty much my second home,” he said sadly.

“With your second mother. That does suck,” she sighed.

The boy snorted, “I quit looking at you as a second mother some time ago,” he said, “Let’s get back to the movie. I still can’t believe they won’t tell the crew!” he said.

Susan turned to face the boy, “I need you to be honest with me. How do you look at me?” she asked.

The boy blushed, “I think we should drop it, I never should have said anything.” He shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

“Oh! Like that. Wow! I never considered that,” she said softly. “I’m flattered. I am a lot older than the girls at your school and I never thought you considered me more than a…babysitter or another mom,” she said.

“I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship,” he said, “I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable around me, but it’s just that you’re so beautiful and, um…sexy,” he said.

Susan thought a minute then looked at her hands then back at the boy, “How much have you done with girls?” she asked. Then she sat up, “forget it. You don’t have to tell me,” she paused, “It’s none of my business. I feel we crossed a line somewhere.”

Jason looked down, “I kissed a girl once,” he sighed. “That’s it.”

Susan lifted the boy’s chin, “That’s absurd. Was it just a kiss, not, you know, not a french kiss?” When he shook his head, she smiled, “Would you like to?” she asked softly.

Jason nodded feeling a rush through his stomach and was taken aback as Mrs. Jackson leaned over and kissed him. It was not like she’d done many times before, the quick peck on the lips, but this was with pressure, tenderly sucking on his lower lip, then gently nibbling before opening her mouth. He felt an instant throbbing in his crotch as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. This is what french-kissing is, he thought as her tongue gently played with his. He stifled a low moan as their mouths opened more.

Susan planned on giving him a taste of a good kiss but she felt something inside as the boy shifted himself pressing more of his body against hers as they locked mouths. At first, his hands just were on her shoulders but then began stroking her back while pulling her closer. She was surprised how much into this she became and was aware of how aroused the boy was. Any previous thoughts they’d stop were fading as his passion was infectious. Ok, not just his passion. She’d not felt like this in 10 years. She let out a soft moan as he untucked her tee and slid his hands under it, stroking her back.

Jason felt her smooth skin, her muscles flexing as she pressed herself against him. He slid his hands over the bra strap aware of what was right there on her front. He never felt his cock so hard before as it angrily throbbed in his pants. He tried to lift his leg to hide the tent but gave up.

The boy might be skinny, but his hands felt strong as he explored her back. She had the sudden image of Jeff or Cheryl walking in and stopped kissing the boy. She sighed loudly, “Wow! You don’t need any tips on how to kiss a woman or make her feel wanted,” she smiled. She looked at the boy’s crotch, “I feel bad but I’m almost your mother and, well…this might be inappropriate to do anything more.”

Jason nodded, “I get it. I should splash cold water on my face,” he said sadly. He started to get up but the woman’s strong hand on his upper thigh stopped him.

“Screw it. I’ll take care of it, “she said softly, “You can never tell anyone…ever,” she said firmly. Susan slid onto the floor, undid his pants, and pulled them off as he lifted his hips. She smiled as the hard member popped free, ‘Not everything on the boy is skinny,’ she thought happily.

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Corey and Julie were walking home from the park, they had been dating for about six months now and hadn’t been intimate yet. They’d made out and petted heavily, but nothing beyond that. Until tonight. Corey had a plan, he wanted to get Julie naked and fast!!

So, he decided on a night time date. He’d picked her up at eight, they’d gone for a quick dinner at a quiet cafe.

After the cafe, they had gone to the ice skating rink. They had skated pretty provocatively. The moves Julie performed had driven Corey wild. He could still feel his cock pressing against his jeans.

He could still see her breats lightly bounce when she’d landed a jump and the way her tight jeans formed to her ass. She was beautiful at five one, blonde hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes. He had been restraining himself for weeks with her, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

As they rounded the corner, leading to a private area behind the park, it was time to get his plan into action. He stopped at the car to get his bag before they headed Anadolu Yakası Escort back into the clearing to get cozy around a bon fire.

As Julie unpacked thier blanket and spread it out over the fresh snow. Corey got the fire started. Julie already had his fire started, he couldn’t wait to put it out!

Relaxing next to her on the blanket, he pulled her close and wrapped them in the other blanket he had brought. The night wasn’t too cold, he was thankful for that. It had snowed three days before, but this area hadn’t been used at all.

Julie lifted herself between his legs and rested her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her before moving his hands to her hips, fumbling with her clothing. He slipped his hands up under her coat and sweater.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and the cold from his hands had hardened her nipples. She slid closer to him, she could feel his breathe on her neck. He kept thinking how amazing she was, he wanted her so badly.

His hands found her breasts Pendik Escort and cupped them, playing with her nipples. Pinching and squeezing them, making them harder.

She moaned softly. Her hand was on his thigh. Before long, she had reached between them to undo his pants, releasing his cock. It was fully at attention despite the coldness.

She turned to face him, they were kissing. One of her hands found his cock and began stroking it. He thought he’d explode all over her, but he was able to maintain his composure.

She straddled his lap, with not much between them, his dick could feel her warmth. He pulled her face to his, kissed her passionately before lifting her shirt and exposing her perfect chest.

He suckled her nipples and played with them more. She was moaning loudly now. No one was around, they were alone in thier own Winter Wonderland.

She pulled away from him and stood, she removed her jeans and pantys and went back under the blanket with him. She now held her opening just an inch Kurtköy Escort from his hardness.

She wanted him so badly, she lowered herself onto him. It was his turn to moan, louder. She covered his lips with hers, muffling his moans as she bounced on his cock.

He nibbled her lips and her neck, to her ear, then back. She was still going wild, she was like a cowboy riding bareback. She could feel her clit begin to tingle.

The light from thier fire cast a glow over them. They had forgotten everything around them, thier bodys were joined. They wouldn’t notice anything until they had made each other cum.

She slipped him deeper inside her, rocking her hips back and forth. He leaned back onto his elbows to watch her. She looked quite naughty with her shirt up and her breasts and tummy exposed. He thought she was gorgeous.

She took one of his hands in hers and placed it over her hard nipples. As he played with her nipple, she leaned forward and let the other nipple rub against his chest.

Realizing he was about to cum, he grabbed her hips and quickened her movements. The deeper he entered her, the louder she got. Suddenly she shivered, screamed “Oh Corey, fuck!” And then he was cumming.

She was happy, he was happy and they were alone in thier own Winter Wonderland!

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I was skateboarding around my house when my brother’s friend came over. Now this wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but on this day he brought his sister Nicole with him.

She wasn’t the Prom Queen of her class but she had goldish brown hair, brown eyes and a cute little ass. Today she was wearing a white tank top w/ no bra and sky blue jeans. We had kissed a few times behind my house before and we were sort of dating. I say sort of because there was one problem. Her parents didn’t like the fact that I (A severe lazy-ass) would want to date there daughter (The loveable eldest daughter). This lead to us sneaking out of our houses at odd hours of the night. And this had only been going on for about two weeks and we didn’t do anything sexual per se. We would walk around the neighborhood drunk on each other. The kind of love that you could only find in women’s romance novels. But we both silently knew that one day soon we would express that love sexually. A first for both of us.

After I was finished almost killing myself a number of times on my board I went inside my house and into my room. I kicked my shoes off and thought about how to get some privacy with Nicole. But before I could come up with a decent plan my Mother hollered up to me

“Nick…Dan (my brother), Jack (my brother’s friend), Nicole and I are going to the mall you wanna come with us?”

“Sure!” I said

This was perfect me and Nicole could walk around the mall for hours, granted it wasn’t the privacy I had in mind but at least I could get away from my mother.

My brother hopped into the passenger seat forcing me to sit in-between my Jack and Nicole. It was a cool summers day so I brought a light jacket just in case it got extremely cold. I set the jacket in my lap and Nicole took the hint. Her right hand slowly crept over my leg and she began to massage my groin. Soon I was squirming in my seat trying to get comfortable with my growing hard-on. Not wanting to be a complete pig I decided to give her a little satisfaction as well. I readjusted the jacket to cover her crotch as well, and then I unzipped her jeans and began to piston my fingers in and out of her slit. She made an audible gasp when my fingers first penetrated, but soon she began to get the hang of breathing in when I was pushing in. I started to get the inklings Şerifali Escort that I couldn’t last too much longer on the handy she was giving me so I reached down and loosened her grip. For the remainder of the trip to the mall, I continued my slow pace fingering her.

When we stopped at the light just before the mall, I pulled my fingers out and she zipped secretly back up. When everybody had exited the car I licked my fingers clean of the sweet juice. Nicole and myself walked side-by-side as we entered the mall. My mom went we my brother and his friend and suddenly we were by ourselves in the mall. We both smiled at each other and held hands as we walked through the mall. We didn’t do much of anything except spending time together. We met up with the others ninety-minutes later and as we were walking to the car, my brother and his friend jumped in the backseat forcing me in the front. Needless to say I didn’t get a goddamn thing on the ride except a lot of weird looks from my Mom. Every now and then I would look back at Nicole and see her rubbing her crotch softly. That was such a fucking turn-on but I really couldn’t just get wood while sitting in the front of the car with my Mom. When my Mom pulled into the driveway she noticed that Jack and Nicole’s Mom was gone. Jack then out of nowhere punched Nicole in the leg, followed by a shot in the arm.

I quickly told my Mother that I should stay at their house until one of their parents showed up. She nodded in approval and I got out of the car with the two of them. When the door was opened I waved back to the car and it sped away. When the door was shut I walked over and gave Nicole a long passionate kiss she returned the kiss. I ran up stairs with her following close but suddenly I was met face to face with her little brother.

“What do you think you guys are gonna do?” He asked in a smartass tone

“Something that you do with your boyfriend.” I shot back

“I was told by Mom to watch you too.”

“Have fun watching us from the closet you little shit.”

And with that I landed a quick punch to the stomach, opened the closest door and pushed him in. I hog tied him as well and locked the door from the outside. Nicole didn’t like the fact that I had resorted to violence but she knew what was going to happen because Göztepe Escort of it, so it sort of even things out.

We entered her room, and she began to kiss my neck. I fell against the door and I felt my cock begin to swell in my jean shorts and I began to squeeze her ass. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips. She was wearing white lace panties and my cock nearly jumped through the denim. I spun her around and now her back was up against the door. I pulled her white tank top over her head and began to kiss her throat. Slowly I worked down her chest, kissing in-between her tits, down her stomach, tongued her belly button, and then to her pubes. She had just started her journey to womanhood so there wasn’t much. I pulled down her panties and began to lightly kiss the inside of her thigh. She placed her hands on my shoulders and I licked up. I then tongued her pussy lips. She began to breathe quicker; I ran my tongue slowly over her clit.

“Tongue fuck you bastard!” She commanded

Hearing those words sent a chill up my spine and I darted my tongue into her wet hole. Her hips began to buck and my mouth was instantly flooding with her juice. She shoved my head into her crotch and I began to feel her juice run down my throat and down my stomach. Her release weakened and she slumped down to my level. I kissed her with some of her juice still in my mouth. She broke the kiss off and said.

“I have to make you feel that good.”

She stood up and slowly walked over to her bed and patted for me to sit next to her. I did and she slid off the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, after they were off she notice my 7 1/2 inch cock fully erect through my boxers, she slid those off as well and started to rub my balls

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last baby.”

“If you blow, I’ll clean you up and will go again.

I was so happy to hear that that I actually began to relax and enjoy for what it was instead of just getting rid of my virginity. She smiled and ran her tongue up my dick from shaft to helmet. She them took the whole member in her mouth and began to suck softly. The feeling was incredible, so incredible in fact that I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“‘Cole, I’m gonna pop.”

And I stood up on wobbly legs and pulled my dick out of her mouth. She feverishly Ümraniye Escort began to lick and stroke my cock, which soon led to it exploding on her face. Stream after stream of hot cum shot on her face. She ran her finger down my dick and cautiously licked the gooey substance.

“Not bad” she remarked and started to clean off my dick, and then her face.

A few minutes after we were laying in her bed when the phone rang. It was her Mom and she was stuck in the grocery store because her car had died. She called her Sister and they were going to go straight to the repair shop to get the problem fix. Nicole’s face lit up when she hung up the phone. My mom said that I am to take the spare money under the plates in the kitchen and buy some items from the corner store any leftover money can be used for whatever I need, and I think I need come condoms.

We left to get the items and 20 minutes later we returned with the things and a box of condoms. I quickly ran up stairs into the bathroom and got suited up. She was already naked under the covers when I entered her room so I slid under the cotton covers and kissed her softly on the lips. She straddled my lower body and kissed my chest, then her hips rose up and she slowly put her burning clit on my cock. The look on her face was pure lust. After the initial pain of her cherry getting busted, she began to fire her hips down on my dick. Watching plenty of porn in my life I knew how to slow her down so I could last a bit longer. As I placed my hands on her hips to control the tempo of her thrusts she wrapped her legs around mine. Suddenly she went numb with pleasure and collapsed on me, knowing that the ‘ball’ was now in my court I began to fuck the limp teenager with all my might. Her soft moans were slowly replace with screams of passion. I finally felt my balls tighten so I wrapped my arms around her as I began to shot wad after wad into her no longer virgin womb. She slumped down beside completely exhausted from the moment, as I cleaned myself up. I noticed for the first time just how peaceful she looked when she lay in bed going to sleep. I gently kissed her on the cheek, her eyes fluttered open and her smile went from ear to ear. I put the 2 remaining condoms in my wallet. I shut the door with her sleeping peacefully naked.

As I walked past the closet I realized that I had left Jack in there for the hour I was there. I opened up the closet and he was asleep. I felt sorry for the guy, I had just fucked his sis and I tied him up in the closet. I untied him and put him in his bed. I locked the house up and walked home…

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I darted between hoards of drunken frat boys and wasted sorority girls, narrowly missing the frothy sloshes of cheap bear spilling from the rims iconic red solo cups. The in house DJ was playing some ridiculous remix of some popular song, with amped up bass and random sirens blasting from every off beat. I could distantly hear the sound of crushed cups and paper plates crunching beneath my worn combat boots. Three minutes in and I already decided that I detested this party. Then again, I was never really a party person, preferring to stay home with my cat, listening to the beats of some obscure artist while working on something artsy. I was not going to deny it, I was a glorified hipster. Of course, this really was not a ginormous revelation for me. My best friend since our early and awkward high school years, had always poked fun at me for being ‘too cool for school’ and so ‘underground.’ I suppose it was just the balanced nature of our weird relationship. I was grounded, creative, smart, while she was a loose cannon, dancing from party to party, boy to boy. It was no wonder that even though she called me for a ride, she was no where to be found.

A sigh escaped from my parted lips as I continued my adventure of the humid house full of alcohol and sexual tension. This was not a very fun time for me. My sea green eyes scanned the first floor of the house as I perched on the first few steps of the stairs. Without any sign of her on the first floor, I continued my way upstairs. As my boot touched the penultimate step, I felt a familiar stare pierce my back. I through a glance behind me, delighted to see somebody who I remotely knew staring back at me. At first I barely recognized him, the short wavy black hair, the bright blue eyes, his athletic and muscular physique, but of course it was my friend’s cousin. It only made sense that he would know where she was, even though they were only related by marriage, and hardly spoke at all. I gracefully made my way down the stairs, weaving through couples getting grabby and stumbling drunks, when I reached him in what I thought was record time.

“Hey,” he spoke, taking a sip of some spiked concoction from his cup.

“Hi friend,” I replied, cheerful that this whole ordeal would be over soon, “Have you seen your cousin anywhere?”

He looked pensive momentarily, when recognition lit up his features, “Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure she’s upstairs playing strip poker with some guys on the second floor.”

“Shit,” I mumbled. Of course that hussy would be playing strip poker. Next thing you know, she’d be letting guys do shots of tequila off her body. “Let’s go get her.”

My hand instinctively wrapped around the sleeve of his athletic jacket, making sure we were not separated in the masses. I knew that she would not want to go willingly, so I might have needed to resort to brute force. He and I trekked up the stairs before I let him guide me to the room where strip poker was being held. We creeped into the large, albeit cosy feeling room, only to find that she wasn’t anywhere to be found. I looked around the room again. There were only five moderately okay looking guys in various states of undress, and two girls passed out in the corner, both baring it all to the world.

“Have any of you seen my friend? She’s about five foot five, athletic, straight brown hair, brown eyes, freckles on every inch of her body?” I questioned, wondering where she had gone off to.

“Yeah, she was here about ten minutes ago, and then left to go to the bathroom. Probably fell in,” one guy responded, struggling to get his pants back on in his drunken stupor.

“Well that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” I mumbled.

“Hey, Bostancı Escort why don’t we play a round or two?” he suggested, jokingly pulling me to the ground and into the poker circle.

“Uh… I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I replied, not feeling entirely confident in my looks. I never really felt quite comfortable in my body. I mean, I’m sure I was pretty in an exotic… Or different way. I had long curly red hair that just met my lower back, bright sea green eyes framed with dark, long eyelashes, a pretty heart shaped face, and pale baby pink skin. The most attractive part of me, I think, were probably my breasts. They were just around a D cup, but lacked the sagging that most girls with large breasts had. But even with my breasts, I felt awkward with such a small, five foot two frame. I had my fair share of boyfriends, but nothing that was quite serious. And nothing in comparison to my best friend’s escapades. She had another boyfriend each week, and I could see why. She was obviously gorgeous, tall with freckled but tan skin, an athletic build, shiny brown hair and eyes the color of chocolate. Even though her breasts were small, petite B cups, no boys seemed to mind.

My thoughts were interrupted by the smell of booze in my face, and his expecting expression. “Come on, why don’t you just have a drink to loosen up and play, or are you too scared?”

Maybe it was time for me to try and ‘let loose,’ or some other cliched expression of teenage rebellion.

I took the cup from his hand and drank it like a champ, trying to hold down the bitter substance while presenting myself with a smile. “Well boys, let’s play.”

The next hour or so was filled with a daze of failed hands, more cups of beer, the cold feeling of wearing less than I should have, and the prickling stare of his ice blue eyes against my bare skin.

Before long, I was beginning to feel better. The warm fuzzy feeling of intoxication was beginning to leave my being, the clearness of my mind was returning, but the cold feeling of the room was wearing against my bare skin. I glanced down at my body and instantly regretted it. Why I chose to wear my black lace bra and thong panty set that night, I would never know. I looked around to the other members of the game. One guy was passed out, drooling on the hardwood floor, wearing nothing but a sock on his left foot. Another was nearly fully clothed, but dangerously intoxicated. The third was wearing a pair of pants still, but was painfully sporting a hard on, which caused a brief wave of giggles to pass through me. And finally there was my friend, who was in nothing but an undershirt and boxers. Our eyes met in a brief exchange of drunken emotions and unspoken words.

“You know, I think that it’s time we leave, as you’ve bared enough skin for the both of us,” he said, standing up and collecting the rest of his clothes.

“Yeah, and we still need to located her. I have no idea where that bitch is at,” I sighed, slipping on my half-buttoned flannel jacket and comfy jeans.

As we exited the room, he grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to a door at the very end. The hall was deafeningly quiet, with not even the music shaking the floorboards anymore. I sent him a quizzical look as he guided us into the darkness of what I assumed was a spare bedroom in the house.

“I’m pretty sure that she isn’t in this room, friend,” I said, nervously laughing. I may have been inexperienced with the workings of boys and parties, but I sure as hell was not naive.

“Are you sure? She might be hiding under the covers,” He jokingly said, shutting the door and gently ushering me to the Anadolu Yakası Escort large queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

He crept towards me, reminding me of some sort of animal entrapping and teasing its prey. His blue eyes flickered with desire in the darkness of the room, as I backed up until I landed on the plush bed. The sheets felt like satin beneath my fingertips, and I reveled in the contrast between the rough of my flannel shirt and the smooth silk of the bed sheets. My eyes glanced at the surroundings momentarily and I thought about the situation. All of this was so new, so different to me. It somewhat amazed me that an athletic, almost jock type of guy like him would go for the artsy outcast like me. But I tried not to delve into it too much. I just gave into the new sensations. By the time I went to make eye contact back with him, our noses were almost touching. I could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath, mixed with some scent that was utterly… Manly. He was so close, only millimeters from our lips touching. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a cocky smile as I am sure he could feel my frustration with the lack of contact. However, two could play at that game. I wasted no time, and quickly pressed my lips against his. I could sense the that he was surprised at my brashness through our kiss, but our heated lips quickly moulded against one another’s. His tongue playfully brushed across my lips as we heatedly kissed. I felt the depressions of his hands against the bed on either side of me as he leaned into me, our breathing becoming desperately ragged.

Before I knew it, I felt my back pressing against the sheets, with his hot lips pressing against my neck. His kisses felt like fire to me, and I could only remotely feel the deft unbuttoning of my flannel top. A gust of cold air whispered across my pale, bra-clad chest as I felt my nipples harden and strain against the lace of my bra. With wordless encouragement, I quickly slid out of my shirt and let my breasts free from their entrapment. His hands began palming against my bare bosoms and I loudly moaned, unable to comprehend the vast feelings of pleasure that was happening. I felt his hot breath move from the pale skin of my neck, down the valley between my full breasts, his nose teasingly nudging my breast. At last, I felt the hot wetness of his mouth take in one of my nipples as I rubbed my thighs together out of sexual frustration. His skilled tongue circled my nipple as he caressed and playfully teased my other breast. My breath was coming out as pants and moans, as I had never felt such a sensation as this before. The feeling was new, unique, and so extreme in comparison to the times when I touched myself alone.

My hypersensitive body was aware of the large mass pressing against my thigh, and I gently rolled my body to initiate more contact. A moan escaped from his lips, and I felt his fingers dancing along the waistband of my jeans. Hesitating fingers dipped just below the top of my jeans, brushing against the bare skin of my pubic area. I let out a breathy moan, silently encouraging him to continue. The slight noise of my zipper being pulled down, the unbuttoning of my jeans, and the quiet rustle of them being pulled down my legs and tossed to the floor filled the dead silence of the room. His hands slowly moved up my thighs, crawling closer to the place I desperately wanted him to touch. His fingers slipped under the lace of my panties as he hotly nipped at my neck and I shivered and bucked my hips to meet his long fingers. His fingers teased against my dripping slit and I moaned loudly, causing him to smile against my skin. Fingers worked Ataşehir Escort deftly, finding the right spot in record time and causing my moans of pleasure to become screams. Within moments, he slipped a finger inside of my wet hole, causing my fingernails to dig into the strong and smooth skin of his back. My whole body erupted into shivers as my orgasm over took me, with him diligently working to prolong my orgasm. I saw splashes of light from beneath my closed eyelids as I gave into the feelings of pleasure, entirely. Euphoric shivers radiated through my body as he withdrew his fingers from my sopping wet hole, and I clenched my thighs at the lack of fulfillment.

I felt his breath against my ear, whispering, “I want you.”

He quickly discarded of his remaining clothes as we both crawled to the top of the bed. He ran a hand through my hair as we took a moment to admire each other’s bodies. I would be lying if I said that I was not impressed. He was muscular from years of playing lacrosse, and his skin was soft and beautiful, stretched taunt against his muscles. His face was straddling the line between cute and sexy, still retaining some of his boyish features. With a fleeting glance, I looked down at what was about to enter my body, and was pleasantly surprised. His member was large, looking to be around seven inches or so, and oh so thick. I had never been with any one before, but there was something almost… Comforting about being with him in the moment. Perhaps it was the alcohol or perhaps it was because he was close to my best friend, and ergo could be trusted. It honestly did not matter in that moment.

Finally, he settled between my thighs, and with one good thrust, he buried himself in me. A slight ‘oh’ escaped from between my kiss swollen lips as I felt completely and utterly filled. The pain of losing my virginity was diminished in the pleasure that was his lovely cock thrusting slowly in and out. I felt him hitting that spot inside of me as his hands clumsily worked on caressing my pert pink nipples and full breasts. His pace quickened as I fully became accustomed to the unusual but pleasurable invader. I leaned up to capture his lips in a delicious kiss, and he leaned down to meet me. Our lips touched in an explosion of newfound sexuality. I worked to stifle my moans as every time he entered me, my clitoris brushing against his hot skin. His pace quickened and I lifted my hips to meet him, increasing my pleasure tenfold. Tension built up in my core, making me feel like a delirious spring being tightly wound. His member brushed against my cervix as he continued to pound into me, our moans turning into quiet screams and pleads to God. I felt myself about to release, and tightly clung to my newfound lover, my nails making crescent scars in his back. I screamed as my body succumbed to the most intense pleasure I had ever felt in my entire life, my legs shook with the fury of something possessed, and I clenched at his member with my inner muscles with all my might. Breathless, animalistic grunts came from him as he also succumbed to the pleasure of orgasm, relentlessly pumping his load inside of my still pulsating cunt. We looked at, but almost through, each other as we continued to ride out our orgasms.

Both of our moans slowly died down to breathless whispers as we both crawled under the silken covers of the strange bed. We did not cuddle, or hold each other, but still reveled in how the night ended up. I was amazed by the surge of pleasure and attractiveness I felt inside. It was a lovely feeling, to feel wanted, to be needed. I was sure that it was only a typical, tipsy one night stand for him, but for me it would be the start of newfangled sexuality. Exhausted from the events of the night, I fell asleep next to him, our fingers loosely intertwined beneath the covers.

As for my best friend? Well, she was passed out on the lawn the entire time, cuddling a bottle of tequila and nursing a savage hangover.

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Her name was Robyn, but family and those who were close to her knew her as Bobbi, I had always called her Robyn. I guess I prefer a more formal approach. Bobbi had long dark hair quite like mine. Her eyes seemed as if though they were reflecting silver coins, a stunning greyish blue that when accompanied by a certain smirk of content one would know she had gotten her way. Tall, fit and confident Bobbi was everything to me that I was to her, she was my friend, she was my family, she was my competition… She was my twin sister.

Bobbi was born ahead of me. Which to me explained why she was always able to speak up for herself, make up her mind and get what she wanted. Full of confidence and always able to make choices that she stood by, I quietly became jealous of the strong personality I so longed to see in myself. Instead I was shy, always questioning myself, and always wanting to be more like her. I started to live vicariously through Bobbi’s actions, every night she would come home and tell me about her wild nights. The life of party, and the girl all the guys wanted, night after night She would bring men home and through the thin walls of our apartment I could hear her cries of pleasure. I don’t think she had realized I was still a virgin, why would she? And if she didn’t know that, then she would have no idea how often I pictured myself in her place, getting fucked every way possible,

“How do you do it?” i asked her, “How do you know what to do?” she laughed at my being so innocent, so untouched.

“Jess, you’ll just know what to do and when.” She was climbing in and out of different clothes, trying to find that perfect outfit. I couldn’t help but admire her perfect body as she dressed and undressed in front of me, the same body I had just with more confidence. “You have to make him want you, you have to let him know that you want him just as bad.” I stared at her blankly, clearly by the way she paused and stood in front of me having managed to decide on black thigh high stockings, a matching pair of black panties and bra with an almost see through white blouse still searching for a skirt of some sort. “You want him to know what you want, and what you want is for him to show you how good you make him feel.” She smiled at me as she wriggled into a tiny black skirt and started to hunt for her shoes.

“I wish I had your confidence Robyn.”

“Oh shit!, I’m going to be late. I can’t find my keys…” she dug around in her purse. “Found them!” she gasped with relief as she darted for the door. “I won’t be out all night,” pausing again as she spoke to me, “I know you have seen How I am with men Jess. Give it a try sometime, It won’t hurt to live a little.”

“You’re right, Have a good time. I’ll be here when you get home” And just like that she was gone.

Alone at last I turned on the televison, flicking through channel after channel, my mind in a thousand places at once, I wanted to know how she made him want her. After a few lame half hour sitcoms, the news and three quarters of a movie i wasn’t really watching, a commercial caught my attention. Immediately I became excited. “Of course” i said to myself, wondering if I what I was considering would show me how to have her confidence. I looked at the time, “Smile Bobbi, show me how to make him want me”, I whispered under my breath as I got up ready to plant my digital camera in her room, i wanted to see exactly what was going on, Kadıköy Escort I had to find the perfect place for it. I got on her bed, the way I imagined her when I heard her begging for something, sitting on my my knees, legs spread open i looked around with curiosity and excitement. I didn’t even notice where my hand was until i was pushing my damp panties to the side, and felt my fingers sliding along my dripping wet virgin cunt, I closed my eyes as I touched myself while i sat in the spot I knew Robyn was going to be in a short while. After only a few strokes with my thumb against my clit I opened my eyes and found the perfect spot for my hidden detective to go. I placed the camera on top of a stack of paperbacks I had lent her and covered it loosley with a silk scarf making sure i hid the camera but not the soon to be spying lense. Growing increasingly pleased with myself I went back to watching tv and awaited her coming home.

It was around 2 am when I heard Robyn’s car pull in the driveway and like I had planned I ran to her room turned on the camera and raced back to my room closing the door behind me. I could hear them come in. Robyn had been fucking JC for a couple of months now, I knew it wouldn’t be long before they were tearing each others clothes off and heading to her room.

thum thump htum, “SHHHH!” thump thum thum creeeeeeeek KERSLAM. They were in her room. Finally.

The next morning took forever to arrive. JC got up first, and I heard him head to the bathroom. I was in the kitchen when Robyn came out.

“Good morning!” I chirped. “what a beautiful day, got any plans?”

Robyn looked at me like I was nuts.

“Morning.” she replied. “I have to give JC a ride home as soon as he is ready, would you mind making me a cup of coffee to go? He’s in a bit of a rush.”

“Of course I can” knowing that the sooner she was driving him home the sooner I could retrieve my nights work.

“You’re awesome Jess, thanks I’ll owe you one” I looked at her and assured I did’nt mind.

“I know you’re good for it Robyn”

And before I knew it they were out the door and gone, I rushed into her room. I climbed onto her bed, to the same spot I was pleasing myself in the night before, grabbed my camera and made off like a thief to my room with my spoils.

My anxious hands fumbled the camera chip into my laptop, I opened the media player to immediately see my self, I mean my sister and JC. Robyn had nothing but the black panties on from the night before, she was on her knees on the bed undoing JC’s pants with both hands. I could hear him ask her what she was doing as she pulled her panties off and went back to getting him out of his pants. The view was perfect, I watched as she looked up at him, and licked her lips as she answered him. “I’m going be your good girl JC, I’m going to show you how good I can make you feel.” And just as she let those words roll off her tounge she already had her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his huge hard cock. I could see the look in her eyes as she brushed her tounge around the tip of his dick looking up at him for his approval, which came in the form of his hands on the back of her head followed by him saying, “Thats my good girl. Show me how you bad you want it Robyn and maybe you can have it all baby.” he ran one hand through her hair gathering the loose ends with the other and taking a firm grip of the rest of her long Ataşehir Escort brown hair. There I sat mesmerized, having no problam envisioning that this video was of me, watching myself slurping and sucking on every inch JC allowed me to, until I had watched myself beg enough that with a quick lick of my lips and hearing myself say “please give it to me, I want it all so fucking bad…” that finally he had buried his cock down my throat, and started quickly pushing my head on and off his huge cock… my cock. I barely noticed Robyn had begun fingering herself franticly the moment she deep throated JC, the other hand twisting and pinching her perky nipples. I found myself once again with my hand in between my legs pushing on my clit as let my fingers tickle the dripping hole I wanted his cock to fill so bad.

Suddenly I slammed my laptop shut, startled by the phone. I caught my breath as I answered, “Hello?”, it was JC.

“Oh hey Jess I hope I’m your not busy..”

“NOPE!” I burst out as a reply, “what’s up?”

He told me Robyn had dropped him off at home and headed out to run a few errands before coming home to shower. He had left his wallet in her room and would be coming by in 10 min to grab it. He wanted to know if I would be there. I was completely overwhelmed by what I felt his call had caught me watching I said that I might not be there when he got there and asked him where Robyn was.

“Bobbi said she was going home to have a shower, then she had some errands to run.” he paused… “Either way I’ll be by there in a few to grab my wallet.” he hung up before I could say a thing.

I panicked for some bizarre reason, I began pacing back and fourth overcome with….. a soothing calm, and a great idea…

I picked up the phone and called Robyn, “Hey Robyn, how was that coffee?”

“Gone” she replied. “Why?”

“oh I was hoping that you would go by the Dry cleaners and grab my stuff for me? I know it’s on the other side of town but I forgot I had to pick it up, I have an appointment and If I…”

“Whoa, Jess. I’ll grab your clothes for you don’t worry. Is there anything else you need? I was going to come home and shower, but since I am out I am going to get a few things done before I come back.”

“oh then you wouldn’t mind grabbing a few fresh veggies and stuff?”

“Not at all.” she said before she hung up. I quickly hung up the phone and looked at the time.

It only took me half a second to commit to my new plan. I was going to be the girl I watched minutes ago, I was going to take the place of the cries of pleasure from down the hall. I got undressed, turned on the shower, climbed in and waited. I heard the apartment door.

“Bobbi?”

“I’m in the shower..” I called out, “You should come and join me.”

There was no reply. I stood there waiting, the warm water rushing down my anxious trembling body. I had let the sound of the water rushing through my hair drown out JC opening the Bathroom door. I felt his hand on my hip as he climbed into the shower with me, my eyes were closed. He took my hips in his firm hands and pulled me up against his body, we were nose to nose. I took a deep breath and looked up at him the way I watched her do so many times in my mind, the way i had watched her do in my stolen video. He looked at me and asked me if I was a good girl, As I got on my knees water rushed over our bodies and my lips Maltepe Escort shook as the words “of course I am..” passed through them. I heard him say “Good girl Bobbi, you show me you’re a good girl and I might let you have it all”, just as I rolled my cock hungry tounge over the tip of what I knew I wanted all of. With every growing mouthful he allowed me to have, i looked up at him, into his eyes and uttered “Please..” “show me how good I make you feel JC, Please give me every inch, I want it all” “Please…” He looked at me with genuine approval but said not yet Bobbi, pulling me up off my knees. Taking me in his arms he took his hand and drew me in, delivering the deepest most passionate kiss my freshly cock teased lips had ever tasted, he turned me around, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around me, taking my hand in his, he placed it between his legs and onto his swollen cock, once I had a firm grip on what I had wanted so bad he took me by the hips and said to me “You’ve been a good girl Bobbi, You know that right?”

“You make me want what a good girl deserves JC” i whimpered

“What’s that?” he asked me as my hand took his cock and brushed his pre cum soaked tip along my deserving wet hole, “What’s a good girl say to get what she deserves Bobbi?”

“PLEASE…I want it all…” Was what I uttered as I felt his enormous dick finally penetrate my wet virgin cunt. I cried out in sheer ecstasy. “Oh God JC..”

He moaned with delight and i felt his hands grip my hips tighter pushing me further onto his throbbing pussy drenched cock. It felt as if he was picking my whole body up and sliding me on and off every inch of his dick. I now had my hands on the edge of the tub bracing myself for the impact of his every eager thrust. Placing one hand against the wall the other i buried between my legs and began rubbing my throbbing clit while he gave me what seemed like more cock with every stroke. My knees started to shake, I’m sure he could tell I was close to the edge, he must have.

“Ohhh what a good girl you are Bobbi, Do you like it when you get what you want? Do you like taking it all baby?” and I whimper with joy ” Because I want to take you to edge Bobbi, everytime you beg me for more and I can feel how bad you want it.” he says.

“I want it..” i said..

“what was that?” he asked

“I Want it…” i said again

“what does my good girl want?”, He asked already knowing my answer,

“OH God, JC.” i had to catch my breath… “OH god JC, I want to cum for you… Let me cum for you..” i panted and started to beg him…

“Please JC, Please let me cum… make me cum..” “I’m your good girl, show me how good I make you feel..” “How good only I can make you feel.” and as I felt those words slip past my awestruck lips, The intense feeling I had building up inside of me, building with evey thrust, push and stroke finally climaxed. I could feel his throbbing cock filling my tight freshly popped cherry full of his sweet cum while I covered every inch he had buried inside me with my juicy virgin delight.

It Felt like forever, how he held he in his arms, his cock still inside of me, i could feel the sticky wet running down my leg. I could have stayed like that forever, but I heard something that made me jump. He grabbed me tightly before I had the chance to slip away, and asked me what was going on…

I quickly looked him in the eyes and the only words that would come to my mouth were, “Now a good girl wouldn’t go and tell on herself for getting what she deserved would she JC?” A nervous grin replaced the soft wet lips that were wrapped around his cock only minutes before. “Be a good boy and don’t tell Bobbi.”

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The game.

It was a simple game. Do anything to win. Do anything to get in. And I had done everything I could. In the end we reached a point of no return. Simple. The game started with five of us, but each round one player made her way into the sorority. It was a simple; cut of the deck of cards high card would win. We had fought through all the other battles to get in. But with this game the last girl standing would face a dilemma.

As always the problem was I couldn’t see the future. It was truly an unsure and unsettling feeling. I was, a nineteen-year-old naïve virgin facing fate head on.. The choices at this point were to keep playing or quit and fail. If I won I was in as well, so I had to keep playing. We all knew that.

I knew the winner was in, the loser could drop her pledge or take a chance on a mission. The dilemma was the ten possible mission cards on the table, the winner would chose the losers mission card if the loser would dare go on. There would be no backing out. If there was a tie, we both chose the others mission card. If either of us refused in the case of a tie we both would be losers and out. Now, of the ten missions eight were manageable, it was the last two that made the gamble frightening.

Mission 8 – Run a mile naked through town on Saturday night. Mission 9 – Go a week without underwear while wearing a sorority skirt. Mission 10 – Have sex for money within a week.

Our choices

Simple, I was left facing Kim.

The President, Susan informed us “No girl has ever pulled the ten card, yet. So ladies, are both of you still in the game?” Kim immediately replied “I’ve come this far, I’ve gotta keep going.” “Wendy?” Susan asked. “Yes, I’m in.” I replied meagerly.

Both Kim and I pulled a card from the deck. I pulled the seven of clubs. “Shit”, I thought to myself.

“Ladies please show your cards.” Susan demanded while the sisters waited in anticipation of the mission.

I turned my seven over slowly; an “ooh” could be heard from the ladies in the room. I was right in the middle of the deck.

Kim giggled as she slowly dropped her seven of hearts on the table.

“We have a tie, for the first time in sorority history ladies.” Susan laughed and continued. “You have both agreed to draw missions. Betsie will separate the ace through ten of hearts so our pledges can pull a number for each other’s mission. The mission will be your opposites corresponding number. If either of you chose not to play, you both lose. If both of you play, then both of you are in. There are no other options. You have five minutes to decide if you will play and accept your mission without doubt or hesitation.”

The sorority girls then left Kim and I to debate the risks. The ten cards lay on the table waiting to chose our fate. Everything was in place for us to pull each others mission. Here were the odds, a 80% chance that for a manageable mission, and a 10% chance on an embarrassing mission and 10% on offering up sex for money. Wow.

Fearful of letting each other down. We agreed to risk everything.

The ladies all returned for our verdict. “What is the choice ladies?” Susan asked. We both replied “we’re in”.

“OK” Susan answered questioning our wisdom.. “Betsie please shuffle the cards well.” After an agonizing couple of minutes Betsie lay the cards face down on the table while spreading the cards aroung randomly. Giving us both all the opportunity to back out Susan asked once final time “If you both take a card then the game is complete, you agree to complete your mission if you play.”

Kim slid a card from the middle of the pile, my mission. I looked at her nervously as I did the same.

“Cards Ladies?” I watched Kim’s pretty face as she slowly flipped over my card, it was a nine. No panties, my God, I thought! Then it was my turn, I flipped Kim’s mission over, “oh my God” I thought again turning over a ten. A gasp went through the room, “Fuck” Ataşehir Escort Kim screamed.

“Well ladies. It seams we have two winners here. Wendy will go panty-less for an entire week, and Kim has to join the oldest profession.” “As the winner of the lesser task, Wendy, you will pimp for Kim, and take foto’s for proof of purchase.” ”You both may complete your mission within the next seven days starting tomorrow. We’ll all meet here next Saturday, same time, to confirm our pledges. Meeting adjourned.” Susan instructed.

I wasn’t sure if anyone really thought Kim could go through with this. I didn’t!

The Plan

For most of that night Kim and I discussed and searched for ways to complete our missions with the least amount of embarrassment. We debated different ways to cheat on the missions, but nothing really would work. Eyes were always upon us or at least so we thought. In the end, we planned to actually complete Kim’s mission on Friday or Saturday night.

As for me. Going panty less for a week in a mini-skirt was highly nerve racking for a virgin. And beyond the nerve racking aspect, it is down right uncomfortable! Any woman out there reading this knows what it is like to go around with a naked pussy under a skirt! Obviously, I planned to avoid showing myself in public as much as I could, but if I were caught avoiding life’s daily challenges, I might be eliminated on Saturday.

The next morning Betsie kindly (sick) delivered three skirts to my dorm room. After trying all three on I decided to shave my pussy for the first time in my life. The skirts were identical except for the colors they were red, white and pink. The skirt length was a revealing twelve inches from top to bottom, a mere foot of spandex and cotton and I swear intentionally one size too small!

I figured shaving would hide my bush when some perv looked up my skirt, which I knew was inevitable. The real problem was sitting down in a very tight short skirt. Once sitting, I could cross my legs, which was ok, until I needed to get up again. But un-crossing and getting up was a challenge.

During that week I was asked out at least a dozen times, and who could blame the guys. I looked like a complete slut. I wonder how many guys saw my slit? It seamed that as the week progressed the severla guys awaited my entrance and departure from each class.

A new me was starting to emerge. Is it possible to be a virgin slut?

Kim and I put together a foolish plan. We planned to go to the Hilton lounge on Friday night and see how things would develop. We decided on the Hilton simply because this was one place the college crowd would not go. Maybe, just maybe a couple of good-looking out-of-towners would play along. The problem was dealing with the money issue and the photos.

From the money aspect Kim insisted that if she was going to be a whore that she wasn’t worth a cent less than four hundred bucks. I agreed. I committed to bringing my small digital camera, allowing us to erase the photos after we presented proof to the sisters. So we had everything planned including fake ID’s just in case we got carded.

Kim was by no means sweet and innocent. A permanent relationship wasn’t her style either. She confided that she got fucked usually once a week, when she didn’t have a boyfriend, which was most of the time. It was her way of releasing energy and pent up tension. Friday nights she’d go clubbing, drink, and if she found someone she liked, he could take her home. She wasn’t a slut, but was one step short of being one. Selling her body would be more of an adventure into uncharted waters than anything else. The problem for her was the photos. That scared the piss out of her, what if they ended up on the net. What if her parents got copies or they ended up on the walls at the college.

I told Kim I had never gotten laid, yet. It wasn’t that I was saving myself for anyone, or the perfect time. I just never had. I just wasn’t all that interested. Kim was amazed, wondering what it was like to be nineteen and un-fucked. She really believed that a good fuck was what every girl needed every once in a while.

So we had built a plan for Friday, a loose one anyway. We would meet at seven and head over to the Hilton bar. It probably would be a good place to find a businessman, or rich guy looking for some action. As I had my mandatory uniform we decided that we would both Kadıköy Escort wear one of the skirts Betsie supplied. Kim chose the pink skirt one and I chose the red one. We both decided to wear matching white tank tops and heels to fit the roll. We would be going out looking quite slutty. God, what a couple of whores we were!

The Bar

We met as planned, my place at seven. Kim and I both looked like total sluts as planned. Heels, short skirts, nipples pointing through our tops and too much makeup. I was five six and Kim was one inch taller. Our figures were very normal for our age. Sporty flat stomachs, slender legs, but I was heavier up front than Kim 34C; I would guess she was a 32B. We both had shoulder length brown hair. We were hot, attention would not be a problem. To ease our excitement with both had a two good shots of Bourbon to calm our nerves before heading out.

We arrived at a totally dead bar. Seven-thirty was just too early. After choosing our stools at the end of the bar Kim ordered some gin and tonics. The barkeep checked our ID’s and and us as well before serving us not one but two drinks each. I don’t remember why.

After sitting for about an hour, we were approached by two white shirted businessmen. Sean and Dave were in town for a weekend tradeshow. After another drink I was losing it, I spilled the whole beans, giggling through our unbelievable story. “Kim and I were here because of a sorority pledge and that I was going to pimp Kim. And take photos of the whole thing as well.”

Kim got back at me and insisted “Think I’m hot? Wendy is panty-less under that hot little red mini! How about a peek?”

Dave and Sean left to discuss business. We figured they were a bit shocked and not interested. But ten minutes later Sean reappeared passing me a napkin with a note on the back. “823 in 10”.

After we nervously giggled at the prospect we stared into each other’s eyes for support. “Well Ms. Pimp, shall we?” Kim asked. “Ok, you whore” I replied while finishing my fifth drink since arriving. The booze had really clouded my judgment, but what would you expect from a panty-less nineteen year old student on a Friday night!

Room 823

The elevator ride was quick and challenging for an alcohol saturated women wearing heals, a short under sized skirt on a mission to pimp her friend.

We clumsily straightened ourselves out taking turns with the mirror hanging between the elevators on the eight floor landing before following the signs down the hall. We touched up our lipstick and made sure everything was in place.

I banged on the door, Kim said a loud “Shhhh” as I giggled nervously wondering if this was all a hoax. I must have tried to adjust my skirt twenty times between the bar and the door in drunken nervousness.

The door swung open and Dave said “Come on in, welcome ladies” We entered with Sean closing the door behind us. I immediately noticed the standard room two twin beds, a TV unit against the wall, a desk, all the standard Hilton décor.

“Here’s the deal, Wendy the pimp.” Dave said. “Now we have you up here I need to know your price for Kim” “Three hundred” I replied.

Kim gasped, “We agreed to four hundred, dumbshit!” Correcting me loudly. “Three hundred, you’re serious?” Replied Dave. “I’ll pay two bills for a suck and a fuck. No more.”

After haggling I agreed on two-fifty for Kim to administer a french package, a blow job and a lay. Dave pulled two hundreds from his wallet. Stopping Dave I said “Wait, we’ll need to photograph this transaction”. I took the digital camera from my purse, turned it on and took a full length of shot of Kim accepting the cash. It was all caught with a flash, although fifty dollars short things were moving on.

Meanwhile Sean was leaning on the wall behind me quietly enjoying two young bimbos playing the whore scene.

I was amazed and mesmerized. After passing me the bills Kim dropped to her knees and went right to work like a pro. I could see she was highly experienced at oral sex. She went for Dave’s pants, unbelted, unbuttoned and unzipped him. She pulled his pants and shorts to the floor. Then after messaging his balls she took his hardening tool into her mouth and began bobbing back and forth. I was on my knees in seconds taking close-ups of the action. The shots caught Kim’s beautiful face, her eyes looking towards the camera as he fucked Bostancı Escort her face with his tool.

Sean moved in closer for a better view of his friend being serviced. As I backed away from my photography I pushed into him with my ass. He put his arm gently around my waist, and held me, not letting go. Somehow I ignored this as I watched the live sexshow blossoming before my eyes. Sean had both hands in Kim’s hair behind her head while slam fucking her face. She sucked and slurped with each plunge looking up obediently at her master.

Sean had gently worked both hands from around my waste into my top and was kneading my tits. He began tweaking my pert nipples while grinding slowly into me from behind.

I did nothing while watching in awe as Dave unloaded, shooting cum into Kim’s head. I took a shot of ooze dripping from her mouth.

My ass slowly starting to respond to Sean’s grinding. I could feel him rise to the occasion as I also started to grind back.

Kim licked Dave clean. I shot again, and again.

Sean pulled me even tighter.

Kim pulled her tank top off, unzipped her skirt and moved onto the bed lying only in her flimsy panties on the bed. She looked at Dave and asked firmly “Ready to come ride me cowboy?” Dave replied “it’ll be back up soon enough whore!” Using both hands one to message his balls and the other to stroke his shaft she brought Dave to hardness again. His tool was successfully reloaded.

Sean slowly moved one hand down,while rubbing in small circles. He raised my skirt and started stroking my shaven pussy; his grinding had made me wet, very wet. He gently traced my bare pussy lips penetrating with his index finger with each pass. I could say nothing, I was mesmerized by the Kim and Dave show. I leaned back into Sean accepting the action he brought.

Dave easily tore Kims panties to shreds and hurriedly stripped himself of his clothes while she lay in waiting. He asked her if she brought condoms, but moments later he was between her spread legs fucking her hard and fast unprotected.

I tried to take more shots, while Sean stripped me of my tank. Naked from the waste up I moved between the beds to get a better shot of Kim’s pounding. She moaned deeply each time Dave drove his hard penis into her.

Sean moved in on me starting to unzip my skirt. Spinning me around, I lost the camera across the floor. I lost the skirt as well.

“Aaaaaggghhhh” Dave moaned as he shot his second load, this time into his whore, Kim’s pussy.

Sean guided me onto the bed. I lay mesmerized in anticipation while he removed his pants revealing ten full inches of himself. The alcohol and the sex show had me ready to be fucked.

He pulled me to the center of the bed lengthwise and positioned my ass at the beds edge. Then he spread my legs wide open, pushing both my knees as far apart as I could take. Positioned perfectly for his pleasure he began teasing my waiting pussy lips, probing up and down my slit, looking for his entry point. I saw a blinding flash. He found his goal and pushed the huge tip inside of me, Ouch. He pushed harder, another blinding flash. Another thrust and I screamed from pain as he tore into my maidenhead. He was in. He reached my inner depths and began pounding in and out. I squealed with each penetration.

“A screamer” he panted in satisfaction.

He continued pounding and pounding away, holding my knees apart ensuring that my legs were spread wide open. This man knew how to fuck.

Sean’s tempo increased and then became erratic… AAAGGGGGHHHHHH he moaned ejaculating hot seed into my fertile pussy. More flashes blinded me as I experienced Sean’s liquid warmth filling me.

I now realized it was Kim taking shots of my fucking. Now that she had finished, it was her turn for fun while I got mine.

Afterwards

We got dressed and left quietly without words, but not before Sean slid three hundred into my hand. Kim caught that as well. We were both whores.

The walk back was wild for two pant-less young whores. As soon as we started dressing ourselves in room 823 shiny sticky cum mixed with our own juices began oozing from our pussies slowly dripping down the insides of our legs. We knew it was clearly visible to those who walked by us in the hotel lobby, but we didn’t care.

Those who saw, knew we were two freshly fucked girls or maybe whores, with the proof showing. We knew it too.

As things turned out, the Hilton helped Kim and I fund our education for two full years. And as for the photos I never erased them after the girls saw the shots of our escapade. I kept the flash compact card in a drawer in my room and still have it today.

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Saturday- Daniel.

I woke up slowly. The sun was hitting me full in the face and it was making it very hard for me to sleep. I tend to wake up as soon as I sense some daylight, it’s like a curse. I closed my eyes in a vain attempt to fall back at sleep. Then I started to realize where I was, and last night’s events started creeping back into my mind slowly.

I could watch it as if it had been a movie. I could see Alex and me struggling in the backyard, our sweaty bodies barely touching each other, as if afraid to cross that small invisible line between us. I could feel the tension again as we played each other in our video game, our shorts on the line. I could see Alex’s dick being exposed right in front of my face just as I savored every detail of his most private parts. I could feel the way he pulsed and came in my own mouth as I saw his body clench over my face.

And now, I could feel him. Sleeping behind me, being the big spoon of my own small spoon. Despite being roughly the same height, I was amazed at how easily his body seemed to curve over mine. The heat that came from him was soothing; as was his slow, rhythmic breathing. Now I was aware of where that private part of his was; it was resting between my butt cheeks, hard and warm as it had been yesterday. Just another normal day, waking up to find your best friend’s morning wood tucked in your butt.

“Were we still best friends? Were we more?” I certainly wanted to. I have wanted it since the day I met Alex, I guess. I could remember it clear as a day. We were 4. There I was sitting alone minding my own business, you see when I was younger I had problems making friends, I was just too shy; that’s where Alex came in, he may have seen my loneliness, maybe he was just bored, whatever the case he came over me and gave me part of his peanut butter sandwich.

And so our lifelong friendship was born. We were inseparable since that day. I overcame my shyness, what I didn’t overcome was my love for peanut butter sandwich and my unwavering attraction for Alex. I didn’t know it at the time, what it was. I just felt drawn to him, amazed by him. He wasn’t very good at sports, he had average grades, he seemed like your old regular Joe; but he was smart and resourceful. I liked that. He had a way with words I couldn’t describe. You see, even as kids, he spoke like an adult, he had a way of talking that made him seem serious and wiser beyond his years.

And that was very good for us. I was the one who came with crazy ideas like getting beer, pulling pranks on our classmates or stuff like that; but Alex was the one to talk us out of trouble. He could talk to an adult and convince him that our crime wasn’t worth the time, he could make them see it wasn’t a big thing, and we always got away easy. Or say, we wanted to get permission from our parents to go camping, Alex could talk them into it. I had the ideas, he had the plans.

“His only weakness? Girls.” His silver tongue seemed to go awry whenever he tried to use that astounding power of his on a girl. He just seemed to get too nervous. And it’s not like he got rejected all the time, he had his fair share of admirers. “And my weakness?” My weakness was him. It costed me a long time to admit it to myself; but I had to be honest, especially after last night, he was my weakness.

My feelings for him had started changing. I liked the seriousness in him, the way he sometimes seemed to brood over small things, as if he possessed a hidden wisdom I was too young to appreciate.

So my curiosity turned into a sexual attraction. Something that terrified me. “Did I want to be with him in a romantic way? Could I see myself taking him to a date, taking him to prom, getting married, having kids, picket fence, soccer dad and all those cliché things?” It was an overwhelming thought for my young mind. The only sane conclusion I could manage was that perhaps, I was more into boys than I was into girls.

That didn’t stop me from experimenting with my fair share of girls. I was popular with girls, I knew it. They were easily drawn to me; Alex usually remarked at how easily I could hook up with any girl I wanted. And I did, I dated my fair ton of girls. Yet none made my thoughts go haywire the way Alex could do with a simple look. And the way he could look was mesmerizing, he could stare into my eyes and I would know what he was saying with those brown, piercing eyes of his. Just one look and he could make my blood pressure rise.

And while I struggled with my feelings, Alex met Amy. And the two rockiest years for our friendship began. Amy was a transfer student; she was chatty, she was friendly, she was plucky, she had the face of angel and the body of a model. She was the dream and desire of every boy in our class (including Alex), but she sure wasn’t mine. I knew I was jealous at the way Alex saw her, she could make him trip and be unsure of himself, she could make him change to try impress her; I didn’t like that, I didn’t like she could change my Alex.

And so they began dating. She must have seen what I already saw in him, because after a few Maltepe Escort weeks Alex managed what other boys had found impossible, he started dating Amy Banks. And he was so happy, head over heels, love bug bite and all that crap. And I was insanely jealous. I hid it pretty well, I guess. I hid my awkward feelings all the time, I was good at hiding my feelings. But I just didn’t trust or liked her. I tried to convince myself I was jealous of them, rather than her. I got my own relationship, I was happy, we double dated, we were four happy people. But I wasn’t fully happy, I knew I wanted more.

Fourteen months had slipped by; and the honey moon was over. Amy proved she could manipulate Alex into doing her will, and as Alex realized this, the more her charm faded over him. You see, Alex liked being alone, he liked making his own choices and he hated being manipulated by others. He constantly asked for my opinion as to what he should do.

“If you love her, you can make it work” those were my empty words as I tried to hide my real thoughts “She is hateful, let her go!”

And so they eventually broke up. And Alex’s heart was broken. I could see as much as their relationship had troubled him, it had also made him happy. Amy had been Alex’s first love. I put on my best friend’s hat and I made my best effort to get him out of his funk. He was quite depressed, but that didn’t stop me from trying to make him feel better. He eventually moved on, and the Amy nightmare was averted. Yet my hidden feelings for him kept troubling me.

Fastforward to the present. I receive a text from Alex.

“Hey I’m home alone for the weekend. Bring your stuff so you can stay over” was all it said.

The endless possibilities. A whole weekend with him. What could two eighteen year old do? But I knew I was too chicken to really try something, our friendship was just too important. Yet I could sense something was different that day. He got hard as we wrestled on the grass, actually hard, I had felt it. I could pretend I hadn’t but I knew. I also knew he was checking me out as I laid under the sun. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the fact high school was over and we were grown ups. Maybe it was just sheer random luck. But something was different that day.

“Well for starters, how about… the loser…has to get naked…?” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Here we were discussing about wether to get naked in front of each other. I was drunk, he was drunk. What was going to happen?

And so it began. The chain of events that led us to our getting naked that led us to this beautiful Saturday morning which found us sleeping naked next to each other. What a glorious feeling!

I knew it was only temporary. We had decided to break all rules and boundaries for this weekend. But I still had 48 hours with him and that was all that mattered. On Monday we could go back to our old, normal routine.

And after perusing these old thoughts for over an hour, I had to pee. I slowly pushed the covers off us and forced myself of the bed, trying to keep Alex asleep; not that it was a difficult task, the dude slept and snored liked a bear. I went to the toilet and relieved myself, washed my hands and came out.

I could see a very naked Alex sleeping. “What a sight!” I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw his beautiful body spread on his bed, taking in the morning sun. He had shifted position while I was in the toilet. He was laying on his stomach which stopped the snoring and gave me a nice view of his ass. And what an ass it was. “They could say all they wanted about how Chris Evans had America’s ass on the Avengers movie. But this was really America’s ass.” It was perfectly round as a ball, firm and coated with thick, straight, black hairs. He had a round, bubble butt hairy ass, and it was perfect. I never thought hairy butts could be so attractive, but it was. I loved the way all his little hairs pointed towards his crack, and how they got thicker as they approached it, making his crack a dark, hairy line that ran down towards his thighs.

And he also had the hairiest legs. Thick, curly, black hair sprayed over his white thighs and down his legs. I carefully got next to him to appreciate every single bit of his body. After all those long nights thinking about all the things I could do to him, and now here he was resting peacefully and snoring dangerously. I stared at those smooth factions of his face, I liked his long, black eyelashes; the way they set contrast to his brown eyes when they were open only made his gaze ever more piercing.

“Why do I get the feeling you are staring at me?” he blurted out slowly, eyes still closed.

“Because I’m hungry, I want breakfast, it’s almost noon, you are still sleeping.” I retorted.

“You sound like my mother.” he replied with fake anger in his voice “Why am I naked? Why does my head hurt?”

“Because we got nastily drunk, then we made out and sucked each other.” I replied mischievously.

A cold, awkward silence fell on us. And then… simple, honest laughter erupted. It was Anadolu Yakası Escort so casual and simple, and it filled me with relief. Our friendship was still intact. We must have laughed for over five straight minutes. “Picture that, two 18 year old dudes, naked as they come, laughing their asses off. And no, we were not high”.

“A whole weekend of crazy shit, uh?” he asked after the laughter had subsided “No boundaries, no judgment, no talking about it every again?”

“That’s what we agreed if I recall correctly?” I grinned at him.

And without further ado he went over my groin and put my whole, soft penis inside his warm, slippery mouth.

“What-” was the only reaction I could muster as he made a sign for me to shut up. His head bobbed up and down, bringing some nice, pleasurable emotions. I gave into the feeling and rested my head, enjoying the feeling of getting serviced. I could feel the way his tongue explored my now hard penis, I loved the way he licked and turned his tongue over my begging head. And so down he went, eventually moving to my balls. He licked and sucked on them sending me to heaven. I opened my legs wider, just I had yesterday, and he licked and sucked more on my balls.

I was gasping for air, covering my face with my hands. If you have ever gotten your balls sucked, you know it’s good. It’s even better when your all time crush is the one doing it. Alex eventually changed his attention back to my dick. He kept sucking me harder and harder. Now I couldn’t prevent him, I just burst, rope after rope of cum raining down his throat. And he took it all inside, not a single drop was wasted.

He let my dick out of his mouth and swiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned at me sheepishly and I returned the smile at him.

“So…”he said as he stood up “Cereal?”

And he got out of his room, still in that glorious nudity, and down he went to get his breakfast. I followed him down, to the kitchen, shorts on. I didn’t want to overstep the nudity rules.

“What is that?” he frowned at my shorts.

“My shorts, of course, are you retarded?”

“Dipshit, you are more retarded than I am.” he smirked “We clearly said this was an all naked weekend, so don’t waste your clothes…and take them off.”

“I don’t really remember we said that”

“That’s because we were too drunk.” he said grinning over the breakfast table “But Danny, listen to me all sober, I want you naked. You said it yourself, no boundaries.”

He smirked at me and turned his back to me to get the cereal from the cupboard, exposing that juicy, hairy ass. He was good at playing whatever this game was, but I was better. I peeled my shorts off and I approached his back. I put my hands on his waist, I pressed my hip to his backside and I started kissing his neck slowly.

Alex dropped the box of cereal over the counter, its contents spilled all over it, long forgotten as his eyes were closed, taking in the work I was giving his neck. He moaned, loader than he had yesterday as my mouth traveled from his neck to his back. I kissed his back slowly, alternating licking and kissing as I explored his backside. I felt his back muscles tense as my mouth explored him.

In this whole mouth exploration we found ourselves facing the table, his arms reaching for it to get some support; it was as if whatever I was doing to him was causing him such pleasure that his whole body was failing to support him. He started bending more towards the table, as if the gravity was pushing him down to it, and as he went I found myself exploring his lower back. And he went further down, his whole body resting now on the table. In this angle, I could see his round ass exposed to me. I felt hornier than I had ever been in my life. I lunged at one of his butt cheeks and I kissed it. Lust was driving me mad at this point, I bit it softly and Alex responded with a low moan, I bit it again and again, alternating with soft kisses. I moved my kisses according to Alex’s motions.

Wether he was doing it on purpose or not, his movements were guiding me closer and closer to his crack. I could feel the dampness of his line closer to my nose, his little hairs tickling me. I was mad now, I wanted him, all of him. I tried licking his crack, I met a salty taste, Alex moaned harder now and spread his legs further apart. This was beyond experimenting, this was wild, red lust. I wanted it, he wanted it, we were doing it.

I licked again, he moaned again. I licked again, deeper this time. I ventured my licks deeper and deeper until my whole mouth was buried in his butt cheeks, my face pressed against him. And within all this furious licking, my tongue eventually found it. The forbidden place. He who must not be named. Alex’s puckering little hole. Did I dare? I dared. I gave it a small lick. His whole body shivered. I gave it another small lick. His body shivered again, harder if its was possible. I went full out licking, causing him to shiver and moan in ways I never thought someone could.

“I don’t know what you are doing to me…” he managed Ümraniye Escort to gasped “But, please, don’t dare to stop!”

I granted his wish. I licked him, harder and faster every time. I rounded his hole with my tongue. And then I ventured further. I managed to put my tongue just a tiny bit inside of him. The effect was instantaneous. Alex moaned louder still, his whole body resting on the table, legs spread open to me. I pushed my tongue deeper still, my hands taking his hips for support. And so I pushed and I pushed taking my tongue deeper, making Alex wild. My hand found his throbbing dick. It was harder than yesterday. “Let’s make him see stars” I thought as I began to jack him furiously, my tongue still penetrating his sweet hole.

“Oh god, more…” he gasped, pushing his sweaty, hairy butt into my face “God, Danny, that’s so good…”

I jacked him harder as I ate his sweet essence. He pushed his butt to my face synced with the timing of my strokes. He moaned harder and louder. The whole neighborhood was bound to hear him! His moans became faster and suddenly he remained quiet and still; his dick pulsed and released thick globs of cum. I kept my tongue inside, my nosed pressed to his sweaty behind. Alex tensed up and then became limp. His orgasm too deep and intense to make out words, or noise for that matter.

He turned around, his face red and sweaty. He was breathing heavily, barely able to stand straight.

“That…was…beyond…” he tried to communicate.

“I know.” I smirked at him, as I took some of the cum he had dropped to the floor on my hand, and smeared it all over his face.

“Dude! So uncalled for!” he laughed.

“You owe me, I just gave you the best orgasm of your life!” I said as I avoided his grasp.

I ran and he came after me. He caught me up and we fell to the floor struggling to gain control over the other. And so his mouth found mine and we both locked ourself to a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss that was full of both his butt fluids and the cum I had smeared over his face. It was a dirty, sexy kiss that sent us wild.

“Can we get breakfast now?” I said as we broke the kiss.

“You mean lunch.” he corrected as he stood up “We need to shower.”

“First, we eat, then we shower.” I replied.

And so we did what you would have done at eighteen. We stuffed our mouths with chips, ice cream and all the shit we could find.

“You know you want it.” he stated knowingly.

We both started at each other. No words were mentioned but we knew we had to do it.

“After all this time?” I joked.

“Always…” was his simple reply.

We both laughed. Yes we were both dorks and we watched Harry Potter one too many times.

“Okay, down to business, then. I’ll get the bread.” I said.

And so, you guessed it, we started making ourselves the most delicious peanut butter sandwiches ever. Even after fourteen years later, that sandwich was a symbol of our young friendship.

“How about we make it more interesting?” he suggested.

“I’m all ears.” I replied, knowing full well this was going to have a very creative ending.

Alex got a strawberry jelly jar and some bacon out. We got down to crisping our bacon real nice. And so our final creation was done. A peanut butter-jelly and bacon sandwich.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this somewhere.” I muttered.

“Shut up, we are cool and fat.” he replied taking one sandwich “Eat away.”

“You know we should name this” I said as I munched on the sandwich “How about ‘the monster’?”

“That’s a horrible name.”

“‘The submarine’?”

“No.”

“‘The octopus’?”

“What is it with sea stuff?”

“‘The racoon’?”

Long silence.

“‘The muncher.'”

And we both knew it. The muncher it was. Our own creation. We had made food. Bad, delicious food. And we named it the muncher. As shallow and simple as it was, sharing this brainchild of ours felt a little bit like sharing a real child. That was a weird thought.

After eating we forced ourselves to clean our mess (cum and cereal included) and then we resumed our video game activities. We really wanted to go back to the pool, but I figured we wouldn’t dare to go out naked and risk getting caught. Getting dressed again wasn’t an option.

My phone rang and I checked it. It was a text from a group of friends reminding us to go to a party tonight. “Would Alex want to go? Should we just stay and bask in our nakedness?”

“Jenna’s party is tonight.” I stated looking at the ominous text “Are we going?”

“I don’t know…” shrugged Alex “I’m pretty tired from all of our activities. But I guess we should go.”

“Yeah, sure.” I said absentmindedly.

“Well…” Alex said as he put the controller down “If we want to be on time we should get ready. Shower time?” he raised his eyebrows invitingly as he headed to the bathroom.

Well, that wasn’t a chance I was going to miss. I followed him straight into the bathroom. He had already started the shower and was working a very agreeable water temperature, I touched it with the tips of my fingers and checked. Alex smiled at me as he plunged himself inside the water. Watching his wavy, black hair dampened under the smooth water was hypnotizing. He smiled at me again, invitingly. I smiled as I joined him, my dick rising to the occasion.

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Chapter 1

Four years of college and now I’m out. Yes, I knew better than to think I was going to change the world. Teachers make a difference but it’s a slow, gradual difference.

Nearing graduation, I applied all around and got an offer from Samuel Adams Middle School in Harrisville. LIke any new job, I guess, you start out not knowing anyone, well, the people you interviewed with, sure, but often you don’t really work with them day to day.

So, I had started really not knowing anyone, just meeting other teachers in the faculty room or at lunch or in faculty meetings. I was getting to know a few people in this new town I had just moved to and was renting a place from week to week, planning on looking for a more permanent place, not sure if I really wanted to stay here or not, not even sure if Harrisville was the place I wanted to make my home.

I did like the size of Harrisville, it was a little larger than the town I grew up in, which was pretty small. I was twenty-two, not very experienced in dating and sex and stuff, the few girlfriends I did have during high school and college were kind of ‘hands-off’ for the most part. So, I expected my life to be rather spartan and, indeed, it did start out that way.

It was a rather warm afternoon in August on my fourth day of teaching; the last bell had rung and I was clearing up my things. A few younger kids were running down the hallway as I heard one of them yell, “Hurry up, Mom,” and a woman went running by my door, a rather wonderful-looking woman with long blond hair trailing out behind her.

I stepped out to take a better look (I’m male, after all) and she was turning around at the end of the hall and had begun running back my way as two children ran by. When she got to my room door, she stopped as her kids ran outside through the side fire door.

“These kids are really a handful. They’ll be the death of me, for sure. You’re new. I’m Erica Wayne.”

“Um, yeah, I am new. Adam Francis. My fourth day.”

“Oh, wow, really new. Great. Oh, are you the new math teacher?”

“That’s me. Wanna ask me about prime numbers?” I asked this lovely creature as I smiled by best smile.

Not wanting to let this beautiful lady out of my presence, I asked her, “Well, would you join me in a soda, something cold?”

“Oh, that would be nice,” and I led her down to the faculty room and got us two cold drinks from the machine and we sat down at one of the tables.

I’m not exactly sure what we talked about that afternoon, I was rather distracted by my new friend’s appearance.

Erica was about five-five, nice, slim figure, pretty blond hair down to well below her shoulders, creamy skin, light blue eyes.

As we talked, my eyes were drawn to her clothes. At least to what clothes she was wearing. She wore a tube top and a short skirt. So, the vision before me was mostly bare arms and shoulders, bare tummy, and lovely, lovely bare legs. Probably more than half her skin was uncovered. And, such nice skin it was.

While we talked, she told me that her children were six and nine and that I would be getting them eventually. Then, she shifted in her seat and as her skirt rose a bit, I became aware that she didn’t seem to be wearing any panties under her rather short skirt.

I would be very less than honest if I didn’t admit right here that my interest in her changed dramatically from ‘Mother of Future Students’ to ‘Future Partner in Bed,’ when I realized that she was bare under her skirt.

I supposed I was not too subtle about my discovery as she said, with a smile, “Ahem, am I distracting you, Adam?”

I was barely able to squeak out, “Uh, well, it’s kind of hot in here,” and she smiled, got up, went to the door and twisted the lock. She came back over, sat back down and said, “Now, let me welcome our new teacher,” as she reached forward and pulled down my zipper and reached inside.

It really sounds lame but I was just frozen. I simply couldn’t or didn’t move. She wrestled my now very hard cock out into the open, bent down and I felt the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever experienced. And experience, it was.

I’ve watched a lot of porn of women sucking guys off and watching Erica Wayne working me over was the equal of all those porn videos rolled into one. She was a master. When she started sucking just the tip of my cock while she circled it with her tongue and jacked me back and forth with her fingers circled around my shaft, that was all I could take, I began spurting her mouth full.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” as she sucked and sucked and swallowed and swallowed. I was just limp. No, my cock was still pretty hard, I was limp. Just drained. All in all, it couldn’t have taken but two or three minutes.

She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Welcome to Harrisville, Adam. We know how to welcome newcomers properly.”

“Oh, wow, Erica, you sure do. I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say you’ll come to dinner tonight. I’m a single mom, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And, I’ll Ataşehir Escort promise to get the kids in bed early.”

My verbal response was a “yes,” my physical response was my cock rising up just at the thought of this delicious woman naked later in bed.

“Good, here’s the address,” as she wrote out a slip of paper, “say six-thirty, no need to bring anything, I’m on the pill. Here’s a preview,” and she pulled down her tube top exposing two beautiful, full, round breasts. Her dark pink nipples were very erect, just waiting for my lips later.

Just before she turned to leave, she lifted her skirt. “Dessert, Adam, and, yes, you can have seconds,” turned, unlocked the door, went outside, collected her two children and drove off.

I just sat back down, then realized that my cock was still outside my pants and quickly zipped up before I caused a major scandal on my first week.

I gathered up my stuff, still in a daze, a happy daze, but a daze nonetheless, and went back to my rental.

My lesson plan got done, somehow, and I changed shirts, splashed on just a bit of fragrance, grabbed a bottle of red wine out of the pantry, then set off for Erica Wayne’s house.

“Right on time, Adam. I take that as a good sign for things to come later, come in, come in.”

This time, I got introduced to her kids and we chatted in the kitchen until everything was ready.

We all four had a nice dinner, then the kids were sent off to do their homework while I helped Erica clean up in the kitchen.

She was wearing the same wonderful outfit and had given me an open-leg flash or two during dinner which surely aided my digestion immensely. Then as she was putting our plates in the dishwasher, she turned toward me, smiled and pulled down her tube top, again introducing me to her most lovely breasts which I reached out to hold and fondle as she stood before me.

“Mmm, that feels nice, Adam. You can do more of that after the children are in bed. And so are we,” the last with a big smile. She pulls her top up, then leans forward, puts her arms around me and we kiss for some time, deep, hot kisses as her hand roams the front of my pants and mine are up under the back of her skirt rubbing her warm, smooth butt.

“Mmm, yes, it’s nice having a new teacher at school. Maybe you can teach me something, Adam, maybe later,” she teased as she gently pinched my bulge.

“Oh, Erica, I think you can teach me a lot more than I can teach you.”

“Well, I can sure try,” as she gave my cock one more squeeze.

She was true to her word, she had her children in bed by eight-thirty.

“Now, for a proper welcome to Harrisville, Adam, follow me,” and I follow this lovely creature down the hall as she reaches behind her to pull up the back of her skirt revealing two of the most beautiful half-globes imaginable. Oh, I couldn’t wait.

We round the corner into her bedroom and she closes and locks the door behind us.

“Well, now I can get to see all of you, Adam,” and she pulls off her tube top and pulls down her skirt as I just start to unbutton my shirt. She stands there in front of me as I clumsily try to disrobe and finally I’m tugging down my plain white briefs as we stand there naked in front of one another.

She reaches down and lifts my cock, “Well, we meet again, how nice,” and kneels down in front of me and takes the tip of my dick in her mouth and begins softly sucking as she smiles up at me.

Oh, that feeling again. That feeling above all feelings. So warm, so sensuous, so erotic, oh, so wonderful.

She goes on for a few minutes, then leans back and stands up in front of me as we embrace and kiss deeply, our four hands mapping out where we want to go, where we want to explore further.

Our lips part and she leads me to her bed, “In the spirit of full disclosure, Adam, I’m thirty years old. Just so you know.”

“You look perfect to me, Erica, just perfect.”

“Oh, Adam, I’m going to love getting to know you better, lots better,” and she pulls the covers back and lays down, her legs parted just enough to hint at things to come.

“I know I kind of dress provocatively. I never used to when I was married, but now, I just want to feel desirable. I just decided I was going to do what I wanted to do and went out and bought a whole new wardrobe. It makes me feel good and I like feeling good. You’re gonna find that out. Actually, I guess you’ve already found that out,” as she turns toward me, puts her arms around me, then pulls me over and up between her outspread legs.

I’ve dreamed about my first time for a long time. I just never dreamed this particular dream. I raised up, led my dick right up to her widespread legs, to the beautifully shaven slit, shiny with moisture and pushed as I watched me enter a woman’s pussy for the first time ever.

As I slid inside her, the feelings were simply wonderful. So warm, soft, slippery, oh, this was heavenly, I thought as I pulled back, then pressed in, over and over.

“Oh, Erica, Kadıköy Escort this is just wonderful. You are so beautiful. I never thought it could feel this good.”

“You’ve had bad experiences?”

“Um, no, no, um, well, it’s really my first time. Don’t laugh, it’s true.”

She reached up, pulled me down and kissed me long and hard as she bucked her hips up and down just fucking me furiously. I guess my being a virgin must have pumped her up.

“Oh, Adam, I didn’t know. Oh, how wonderful. I’m your first. I hope it’s good enough for you. Is it good?”

Chapter 2

“Oh, Erica, you have no idea. It is just wonderful being with you. It couldn’t be better.”

“You’re so sweet, Adam, I’d like to keep you around,” and she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my back and pulled me tight into her. “I’ll never forget tonight, me being your first. It’s a first for me, I think. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a virgin guy before. That’s lovely,” and I continued going in and out of her, the feelings getting better and better.

I might have gotten a blowjob from this lovely creature just this afternoon, but I was still a very horny guy. As I went in and out of her, I was surprised that I was lasting this long. Her pussy was simply wonderful. I have no other to compare, but it was wonderful.

Then, all the fantastic feeling seemed to culminate in the head of my cock as I bolted forward, shoving deeply into her, my legs stiffened as I cummed into this beautiful woman.

“UUNH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, uh, oh, Erica, oh, it’s so good, oh, you’ve made me so happy,” and I dropped down over her as her arms surrounded me and she kissed my face and lips over and over.

“Oh, Adam, I’m so happy. So happy we’re together like this. I want us to be like this, it just feel so right.”

“Yes, Erica, I want us to get to know each other better, lots better. What a wonderful way to start,” and I leaned down and kissed her as romantically as I knew how.

“I can come visit you, too, Adam. Where are you staying?”

“Oh, just a place I’m renting week by week, I don’t plan on staying there, I’ll get a better place.”

“Well, I have a garage apartment in the back. It’s empty. It’s pretty nice, too, I don’t really try to rent it, you could stay there if you want. I’ll show you before you go.”

“How much do you want for rent?”

“Well, I think I can figure some way for you to make it up to me, Adam. Let’s say, help around the house?”

“I guess it depends on the kind of help I might be able to give.”

“Oh, you’ve already helped a lot. Would you like to help some more? Is your nice ‘helper’ ready?” she asked as she reached down to feel my cock.

“Mmm, pretty much. Let’s see what we can do to help,” she said as she got down and began sucking me, it was that wonderful feeling again. Every suck got my breathing pumped up even more.

“There. Oh, yes, that’s perfect. Now lay down, it’s my treat,” and she swung a leg over me, reached under between her legs, took hold of me and lowered herself, wiggling and twisting as I disappeared up inside her wondrous body.

“Mmm, oh, yeah, oh, this is nice, really nice. Feel good, Adam?” as she twists back and forth as she presses down on me.

“Oh, so much better than good, Erica, so much better. Simply wonderful,” as I massaged her beautiful breasts and rubbed her nipples between my fingers.

“Mmm. I love my boobs played with. You can do that all you want.”

“Is that part of the rent?”

“Could be, Adam, could be.”

Well, I was no longer a virgin. But I’ve only had sex once. It was just wonderful and here we were doing it again, now with Erica up on top and it felt rather different. Still wonderful, still very sexy and erotic but different. I really liked this, with her on top. Not because I’m lazy or anything, just because it felt so good. And, I got to rub her nice boobs as she fucked me.

As she moved up and down over me, my hands kneaded her breasts and she put her hands over mine and massaged along with me. My cock was feeling so good. I’m not far from another orgasm by the feel of it.

“Mmm, this is so nice, Adam. You feel so good inside me right now. Oh, so good,” as she began twisting her hips around back and forth as she pressed down. This was going to do it, oh, yes, for sure.

“UUH, UUH, UUH, uh, uh,” as my semen flooded into her depths and she fell over me, kissing me over and over, now, bucking her hips up and down faster and faster.

“Oh, OH, OH, Adam, Oh, it’s so good, oh, you make me feel so good,” and she stopped with me still deep inside her as I could feel her contracting deeply around me, gripping, then releasing me over and over. This was exquisite. Nothing I’d ever imagined before. I just lay there, my cock still up inside Erica, her head resting on my shoulder, awash in the most lovely feelings I’d ever had.

We just lay there for a long time, my dick slowly relaxing, our kisses keeping ourselves awake, a thin film of perspiration Ümraniye Escort over Erica slowly cooling us both. Every once in a while I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, squeezing it, then relaxing. Oh, it was heaven.

“Mmm, I’ve really missed that, Adam. I just love having you here,” she said as she nuzzled my neck.

“That was just spectacular, Erica, I just never thought it could be that good. You are a wonder.”

“Well, we’ll have lots of time to have fun together, Adam. Especially if you decide to move in the apartment in back. Let’s go look at it, shall we?” and she got me a robe out of her closet and put one on herself.

We went out through the kitchen and to the garage out back, up the stairs, where she unlocked the door and flipped the light switch on.

The apartment opened into the kitchen which was nice enough, especially for my style of cooking, then into a living area and to the bedroom in back.

Erica then turned to me, slid her robe off to the floor and pushed mine off my shoulders where it fell to the floor. She then took a step forward toward my erection, put her arms around me, looked up and we kissed once again, her hand down between us, her fingers encouraging my cock.

“I wouldn’t want you to consider the apartment unless you had tried out the bed first,” she said softly as she led me to the bed, sweeping the bed linens aside and getting down on her all fours facing away from me.

She turns her head back toward me and asks, “See any place you’d like to put that thing, Adam?” and wiggled her butt a few times. What a sexy woman.

I waddled right up behind her beautiful butt with that pretty pussy winking back at me, placed my cock head right on the moist crevice and began rubbing myself up and down, then pushed my hips toward her watching my cock slowly go up inside her.

“Mmm, yes, oh, now that feels good. Oh, yes, Adam, just go in and out while I…mmm, oh, that’s good. You like me going round and round while you do me from the back?”

“Oh, it feels heavenly, incredible, just incredible.”

I can’t believe I never tried harder to have sex with some of the girls I had dated. Now that I knew how great it was, I just wanted to kick myself for always being the gentleman. Even with Erica, I probably would never have made a pass at her, now look at us.

“Just push in, Adam, push into me real hard and just stay there nice and still,” which I did as she pressed back against me. Then, I felt her contracting her vaginal muscles around me, alternately squeezing, then relaxing around my cock. I just couldn’t resist, it felt so, so good.

“UNNH, UNNH, uh, uh, oh, Erica, that is fantastic. Oh, you do that so well, It just feels fabulous when you do that.”

“Now go fast, Adam, try to get me off now,” and I began pumping back and forth, not trying to take too long a stroke, worried that my dick, now being a little soft, might slip out of her at a crucial point. But, I suppose, I did the right thing for she started pushing back on me, dropping her head to the mattress and moaning, “OH, OH, Adam, OH, more, Adam, oh, fuck me more, OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, mmm, oh, so good, yes, so good,” and I slowed down just pulling back slowly, then pressing in, just letting her enjoy her orgasm as much as she could. I could see my semen dripping down the bottom of her pussy lips. What a night.

“Oh, Adam, that was lovely. Did you like it that way?”

“Just wonderful, Erica, that was doggie-style, right?”

“Yes, woof, woof,” she said laughing.

I turned her over and we kissed for quite a while. We both knew it was getting quite late, that she had kids to get up and going in the morning and that I had a full school day as well. So, on went our robes and we went back inside her house to her bedroom where we stood kissing all nice and naked, she, again, fondling my cock which was, yes, getting hard again.

“I think you’ll just have to come back over for dinner again tomorrow night, Adam. And bring this, please,” as she gives me a squeeze and a smile. She then helps me get dressed, I accept her lovely invitation and leave to go home to my lonely room.

I lay there, unable to sleep, thinking back over the sex-filled evening I had just had. I have simply fallen into a paradise of sexual pleasure. Who would think that Harrisville would harbor such a wonderful and sexy creature. And I drifted off to the happiest sleep of my life.

The next evening, I was greeted at her door with an embrace and long kiss as she fondled my cock. Then, as she turned to go inside, she flipped up the back of her skirt revealing to me, once again, the lovely half moons of her ass, turning her head back to me with a smile.

Our evening was much the same as the one before, a nice meal with her children, then some television and sending them off to bed so we adults could be adult. I was fucked and sucked more than I ever thought possible. I had decided to take her up on her offer of the apartment out back and I got an excited kiss which was very nice indeed.

“I’ll give you the key before you leave, you can move in any time. I’m looking forward to having you this close by, Adam, both you and your nice cock, here,” which she bent down to kiss. What have I ever done to deserve this?

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Friends in fine places definitely could make a young man’s life suddenly rich and exotic. John, who decided to take a break after completing his bachelor’s degree, was bound for a jet-setter, five-star tropical paradise. And, while many rich people would be passing through, John was there to work and perhaps discover a few things about what the fine life was all about.

With plans to pursue his master’s in financial law, he reasoned one day he may return to this sensuous lagoon and let others haul his bags.

Having graduated high school ahead of schedule at age 16, and his BS in economics, John was still a fresh faced “teenager” at age 19. For all his intelligence and maturity though, John lacked in one area.

His parents instilled in him the intent to “save himself” for the right young lady. His mom, Hope, said once he completed law school and joined a firm, women would line up to compete for his affections, and he certainly wouldn’t want to waste himself on the wrong woman. His dad, John Sr., who was partially to thank for this Caribbean sojourn advised him before he caught his flight to Miami, “John, the right one might visit your resort … and she might not be someone you’ll ever marry. She might be the one you remember fondly when you get to be my age.”

So, although he was sexually naive, that conversation caused quite a stirring inside. As his travels progressed, he found himself fantasizing about the flight attendant, other passengers, even women who worked at restaurants in the airport. With those thoughts, his cock spent most of the day stiff and needful of attention.

To hide his thoughts, and more importantly the physical reaction, he’d stuff a hand in the pocket of his cargo shorts to diminish the otherwise obvious lump that twitched there.

Had the opportunity arose, as his dick had, most young men would have taken the first private moment to masturbate. John, however, had a disciplined and focused mind. After all, not just anyone can complete a college degree by the time most high school graduates are finally getting to their higher education.

One passenger certainly caught his eye, a blonde woman who looked to be in her late 20s, golden brown skin that contrasted nicely with her lustrous mane of thick silky hair and entrancing aquamarine eyes. Though he was no expert on female anatomy, he figured she had to be a 36D-23-34. Whatever her measurements though, she was a dream package. John stole glances her way noting the length of her legs and a bountiful rack. He noticed a couple times her loose blouse would open revealing the deep valley between two luscious breasts. Once the blonde got up, presumably to use the restroom, and John was treated to the shapeliest ass he’d ever laid eyes on. This fox was truly a work of art, but there was one problem.

While he peeked now and then, and could readily conjure up thoughts of what he would do to her, those images were vague and rather unspecific. He was embarrassed to admit she scared him, because he wouldn’t know the first thing to say or do to get her attention, let alone get in her panties.

Was she the one?

For her part, Macy was headed to the Coral Bay Golf and Tennis Resort to take a much needed break from work in the Big Apple. She was looking forward to joining her husband, Peter, a successful real estate developer, who left a few days earlier to play a little golf with some business associates. The couple normally took some time in early spring to get away from the still gloomy New York weather.

Although her mind was already settling in to the white sandy beaches and soaking up the sun, she became aware of the sexy young man whom she noticed kept looking at her in that lustful way inexperienced young men so often did. Must be around 20, maybe younger. Jet black hair that made his green eyes almost appear on-fire; she also noted his white-toothed smile and strong jawline. At what she guessed about 6’1″ and 190 pounds he was solid, tasty piece of masculine meat. She realized this hot stud represented one of her hottest fantasies: to seduce and fuck a young man, perhaps even be his first and last sex tutor. Probably his last, she reasoned feeling confident in her experience and abilities between the sheets.

These thoughts caused her tongue to glide over her lips as she dreamed of licking his ruddy helmet then sucking his cock into her throat. He looked like someone who was going somewhere in life, and if she wasn’t married, she’d be intrigued to find out where.

They never actually talked on the flight or made introductions, but later at the baggage claim area, John helped her get her large suitcase off the conveyor. She gave him a sweet smile and thanked him for being a gentleman. But that was all and soon she was off to the resort, unaware that the young man was headed there too in one of the nondescript vans that picked up resort employees.

The driver dropped Macy off in front of the bungalow she and her husband would reside in for the next 14 days. No sooner had she opened the door than Peter wrapped Anadolu Yakası Escort his arms around her and ravished his sexy wife.

“Welcome to Jamaica babe, I hope you brought something tasty for me, because I’ve missed you,” he said, with a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck his wife silly.

Macy squealed in delight, reaching up to kiss him and give herself to his pawing hands.

The first day they toured the island and hit some of the popular tourist areas. Both clearly would have been fine staying in the room and having sex, but Macy did want to see a bit of the island, and if she were to fulfill her fantasy and fuck some young man, that might be the only thing she would do for the rest of her stay … well, except she might share him with Peter.

The two believed they had the best marriage in that they didn’t hide anything from each other, their personalities complemented one another and of course, the sex was great. And, they didn’t keep that sex in-house, as neither was forbidden from satiating his or her lusts with another person when the opportunity arose. Peter had already seduced a lovely German cleaning lady, and when Macy arrived, they took turns bringing Karin to orgasm whenever she stopped by to clean their unit. Karin laughed and said it was the best tip she ever got.

Born with a nature to flaunt her beauty, maturity turned this into a desire to show off her considerable sexual charms, including her 36DD tits (John was close, but not quite on the mark!). For someone who already craved sex, Macy’s libido escalated still further when Peter showed her the swimsuits he bought for her to wear. He made sure she complied taking her already skimpy bikinis and slicing them into ribbons as soon as she unpacked.

Even Macy was a bit hesitant to wear one of the micro-kinis down to the beach that morning, but Peter stroked her ego and reminded her the people they would meet were strangers and they likely would never see them again. Staring at the wispy suits her mind began to imagine strutting across the beach showing other women what a voluptuous body she had while driving all the men crazy. The thong included a mere string that disappeared up the crack of her ass and a narrow panel just broad enough to cover her already moist cleft. The top offered little more with only two tiny panels that barely covered her now erect and very sensitive nipples.

Suddenly Macy didn’t want to go show off to the world, her hand began to massage her husband’s cock as she suggested he fuck her senseless in the sexiest voice. If it wasn’t for his resolve to parade her around on the beach, and also to stroke his own ego when men realized she was his fuck toy … if it wasn’t for that he would have gladly eased the burning in his groin and shoved his cock deep in her hot, tight box.

But, Peter had other ideas.

There would be a time and place to fuck his wife, but it wasn’t indoors …

The couple walked about a quarter mile to where a beach was laid out with nearly every imaginable adult toy to entertain the wealthy guests. An emerald green putting green half surrounded by white sand bunkers nudged the edge of the beach enclave. A foursome of men on the green all missed their putts as Macy pranced past in a pair of colorful high heels that only added to the lascivious thoughts each envisioned visiting upon this slutty looking woman. Golf diminished in importance and none seemed to mind at all. In fact, after she’d disappeared from view it took the group behind them yelling at them to clear the green to remind them they were playing golf.

Palm trees dotted the beach area providing some shade while out on the brilliant white sand lay about 25-30 people bronzing and soaking in the Vitamin D.

Strolling past the volleyball court, Macy made quite an impression on the young men lusting for her body. She took the opportune moment to bend over, nearly double and pull off her high heels. Peter joined the men around the court who all blatantly locked eyes on that upturned ass as seven sets of eyes imagined fucking her doggy style.

Peter clearly beamed with pride that his stunning bride garnered so much attention from men 10-15 years younger than her. Most of the players worked at the resort, but being a Monday, it was their day off and so it was a day to scope out the babes, catch some rays and party. They all looked to be having a good time and certainly got a full look at Macy’s succulent ass as she walked into the fine white sand. Peter just laughed to himself as he thought, “Oh yeah boys, go ahead and look, but don’t forget whose big cock she’s going to be dancing on tonight.”

Shortly after they passed, John was so mesmerized by the sexy blonde that one of the opposing players spiked a ball striking him on the back of his head and planting John on the sand.

Bruised ego in tow, John excused himself from the game, got something cold to drink and plopped into a beach chair to sort out the cobwebs. Surveying the beach, his eyes alighted on many svelte, sexy women: a dark Kadıköy Escort haired tall one with pert tits and long, shapely legs; a black woman with curly hair and an hour-glass body sporting a meaty ass and pendulous breasts; and a deeply tanned redhead who …

Oh my! She was topless! Just as quickly John realized there were other women showing off their beautiful tits. As he looked further to the right, a couple moved their chairs into the shade of a palm cluster and sat only 10 yards for him. She wore string thong that left her ass totally exposed, and the small top just covered the nipples on her full breasts. She looked vaguely familiar, but then John realized she was the same hot blonde who was on his flight a couple days ago!

He kept shooting glances as the couple spoke to each other. The man seemed to be encouraging her and trying to psyche her up, while the lady hesitated. Finally, she loosed a carefree laugh and reached behind to her back. John wished he was the man seated beside her, because he saw her pull the string and release the bow that held her top in place. Two engorged nipples atop her luscious 36DD breasts stood forth, as if proudly proclaiming, “Look at my awesome tits!” Macy turned to recline in her beach chair and John thanked his lucky stars for taking that spike off his noggin then choosing to sit where he was.

Naturally, he couldn’t help but stare at her firm breasts. His mind entertained thoughts of licking and kissing his way all over those beautiful orbs and fastening onto her firm, delicious nipples.

John’s cock was stiff now with need, and he felt that burning sensation that he learned was called blue balls. Friends said getting laid was the only cure, though up till now he had managed to discipline himself against seeking a quick fuck. Now though, he had to get some, somehow and soon!

“Hey Babe, how about walking up to the cabana to get us a couple margaritas,” said Peter.

Macy said OK and reached for her top, but Peter held onto it and told her she would be fine. “Besides you look so sexy I bet every man and woman wants to do you as soon as they see you.”

She giggled at the thought of it and felt her pussy flood with arousal. As she got up and stretched, careful to take her time and give her husband an eyeful. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and felt a shiver race down her spine as she exulted in the gentle breezes caressing her exposed tits. They were free to whatever the weather produced … and more importantly to the eyes of everyone else on the beach.

She only took a few steps when she found herself in front of the young man from the flight. Reduced to the baggy shorts and a bare, tan chest, he looked even more delicious as her mind considered what an experienced woman such as herself could do with such a young hunk.

Who knows how experienced he was, for all she knew he might appreciate a few pointers. Looking down at her breasts she saw two pointers that would definitely gain his appreciation. And, she fell to musing of the possibilities of a teacher-pupil relationship.

“Mmmm! I’d love to acquaint him with female sexual response and all the special places a woman needs a man’s attention,” she whispered to herself.

All that in a split second and as she turned to look at where she was going she smiled at him and winked. Judging by the shocked look on his face and the way his jaw hung slack, she knew he got the message.

John’s mind played back the heavenly vision that just passed before his eyes. Breasts swaying, hips alternately giving him a peak at her thong covered pussy, then in the next stride, hidden by a golden brown thigh. Older yes, she had him by a few years, but she definitely looked to be in her prime. Then she glanced at him, smiled and winked; he was sure his heart skipped a beat. If blood wasn’t filling that chamber, it was certainly filling his cock as he felt the largest, stiffest erection he’d ever had.

As she continued on toward the bar, John’s attention was locked onto the sway of her sexy backside.

Oh! What an ass! He was mesmerized by its rhythm as it swung from side to side. Definitely an ass, not what some of the guys called a butt. This one was nicely rounded, yet firm and well defined — he imagined holding those sexy cheeks in his hands as his face pressed between her thighs and began nuzzling underneath that skimpy panel of fabric. Surely the treasure it guarded was special and something … a man could …

“She’s fuckin’ hot isn’t she?” Peter said as he handed John a beer. “Hey, I don’t have much time, Macy will be coming back with drinks before too long. FYI to you: Macy wants to fuck a young man, and teach him about sex and making love to a woman. I’d think you probably have as good a chance as anyone, but let her pursue you. That’s the key, don’t let on you know what’s happening, let her go for the seduction. I guarantee you it will be worth the wait. She’ll let me know in time, but I don’t want to spoil it for either of you. In fact, I want you to know it’s cool with Ataşehir Escort me as long as I get to watch you fuck her. Shit, I might even be your wingman and tag-team her if you want to go three-way at some point. OK, I got to get back, nice meeting you … by the way, I’m Peter.”

John didn’t even have time to reply, and he wasn’t even sure he could have uttered anything intelligible. Suddenly it appeared as if every young man’s sexual fantasy was about to come true for him.

Macy felt as if she was reborn and becoming more aware of her sexuality and hunger as she eyed and smiled at the gorgeous male and female bodies that seemed to carpet this portion of the beach. She had her sunglasses on, both to protect her pale blue eyes, while also giving her some privacy to ogle the succulent flesh she passed.

Walking up to the bar, she was delighted to see a bartender practically ignore other patrons in his haste to wait on (leer at?) her. Like John, he was a young man and looked quite sexy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, probably about 6′ 5″ and a body that showed he knew what the weight room was for. She played up to his interest, not that she was really all that interested herself, but hey, if she could save a few bucks on drinks … why not? She noticed a few other topless women there, some with perky tits, some slightly sagging, most bronzed from being at the resort for a while. She basked in the realization that none were blessed to the extent she was. And, no doctor augmented her resources, these honeys were all natural.

Perhaps in time Mother Nature would need a bit of a lift, but for now her tits jutted out in all their firm glory. She was even pleased with the still distinct tan lines though those would disappear completely in the coming days. She was resolute that whenever possible she would show off her tits and relish the continuous surge of arousal that made a beeline to her clitoris.

“Here’s your drinks, there’s a special today … uhm …,” said Chuck, the Adonis bartender.

“Macy, sweetie,” she replied with a wink. “What’s the special?”

“Well, you are, and these are on the house,” he croaked, lust obviously building within.

She gave him her sweetest smile and said she intended to see more of him and let her eyes wander down to his crotch. She really had no intention of fucking him, but he didn’t have to know that. As she turned to go, she noticed the drinks cost $7 apiece. She returned the favor and tipped him $5, “consider that a down payment.”

She tilted her head to the side a bit in a way that drove men crazy, smiled and gave him the eye as she turned to walk back.

Passing by John the second time she looked directly into his eyes and giggled a little.

“You’d best get you something cool to drink young man, you look as if you’re about to overheat.”

John couldn’t argue with that, “must be the scenery … does it to me every time…”

She just laughed and winked again before continuing on to her husband. John heard a few words pass between them, nothing distinct, but it seemed Peter needed some relief from watching his wife parade by a bunch of hot young studs. Soon the talking stopped and the two became more engrossed in each other kissing and fondling each others’ bodies.

“Oh Peter, I want you inside of me, please baby,” Macy whispered out, her eyes glazing over with desire to be stuffed full of cock. Peter looked around but didn’t see anything that offered any seclusion. It was one thing to watch her walk around nearly naked, but he didn’t want to push their luck that fucking in a public place would get them thrown off the resort property. So, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the surf.

His cock felt so wonderfully stiff as he ran into the water, the warmth of which served as a prelude the the steamy cunt he would soon feel sliding over his prick.

John watched as Peter and Macy hopped and skipped over the small waves, her ass looking so arousing as together they splashed into the foamy ocean striding purposely to deeper water then ending in an embrace. Passion took a hold of them as the waist deep water hid Peter’s hand pulling the wispy material away from Macy’s cunt. Up on the beach, John couldn’t be sure but … no he thought not right there in front of him … the thought had him aroused.

The thought was confirmed when Macy impaled herself on Peter’s rod and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck me hard Peter, c’mon plow that piece of steel inside my steamy core!” she implored him.

Macy loved how good Peter’s cock felt sliding into her hot box. With the ocean partially supporting her weight, they established a good rhythm. He looked out to sea so Macy could face the beach, Peter was hoping John was watching and wondered if Macy had made eye contact.

Yes, John was watching, and doing so was boiling his blood!

John felt a sudden urge to masturbate unlike any other time in his life, and yet, here he was in this public place where the last thing he was able to do is get his rocks off. He could just imagine being called into his supervisor’s office and told he was fired after only a couple days on the job. So instead he intently watched the couple fucking in the ocean then noticed Peter turn slightly so Macy was looking over his shoulder — and right into his eyes!

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‘Shit,’ Jason said to himself, as he drove back to the frat after dropping the women.

He had hoped to be back long before this from his date with Brooke and Marnie. Actually, he had wanted to get back last night but things had just played out differently than he planned.

First, things had gone well, very well, with the anxious to loser her virginity, Brooke, and he had popped her cherry before ten. Marnie on the other hand, had proven allusive, and took more time to come around. He’d finally fucked her in the shower that morning for number seventeen on his list of virgins. The trouble was, he enjoyed them, and he’d stayed and played around with the two little hotties a bit longer that morning. Now, he was fairly fucked out, having cum twice already that morning. Once, when he popped Marnie in the shower, and then again after Brooke sucked him hard, he had fucked them both again before cumming in their mouths at the same time.

Despite being mad at the time spent, he had to chuckle to himself when he thought back to the image of feeding the two of them. Both women, lying side by side on the bed, with their mouths open like two baby birds waiting for their dinner. How cool was that, as he shot off first into Marnie’s mouth and then Brooke’s. That was one of those keeper images; he’d maintain fixed in his mind’s eye for a long time.

Coming back to the present, he remembered everything he was supposed to do that day. It was Sunday and lately that meant tutoring Sheila in Spanish. The tutoring part was just an excuse though, mostly for him to use with Beth, for fucking the hot mocha-skinned beauty until they were both exhausted. Casey and Jillian had wanted to see him again that weekend, to say nothing of Beth. He still needed more time to study and there was always swim practice. He tried plotting out the day in his mind as he pulled behind the frat. It was already noon.

Jason rushed into the house, grabbed a quick lunch, and got to studying right away. He was an hour into it when Chad and Kyle appeared at the door.

“Here he is,” Chad said upon entering the room.

“King stud,” Kyle mused.

“Funny,” Jason countered, “what’re you two up to?”

“We were at the library studying for a project we have together in sociology. Doing school stuff, not off fucking some poor defenseless freshmen women that can’t resist the charms of the university’s top stud,” Chad stated laughing.

“Right you are. You guys missed a wild time,” Jason boasted.

“Shit…you were supposed to call Mark and me,” Chad complained.

“Sorry…they were just too sweet to waste on you jokers. Hey, where is Mark anyway?”

“He went back home around 10:00.”

“Damn…wish I’d said goodbye. Oh, well. I’ll have to have him back soon for another round with Stef and Pam,” Jason said laughing.

“Sounds good to me,” Chad kicked in.

“Me too,” Kyle agreed.

“I think he really liked Stef. Looked like she really liked him too,” Chad claimed.

“Were you with two women overnight?” Kyle questioned.

“Yeah…”

“Can you believe this guy,” Chad said, interrupting. “He’s got more women every week than I’ve had my whole fuckin’ life.”

“Shit, dude.”

“Yeah…all while trying to hold onto the best girlfriend a guy ever had,” Jason confessed.

“He’s right. Beth’s a red haired hottie and he just keeps playing around,” Chad added.

“What’s up with that?” Kyle asked.

“Just sowing my wild oats,” Jason claimed.

“Well sow some my way,” Kyle said.

“Hey, I got an idea. How about I try to set you two up on a double date tonight?”

“With Stef and Pammy?” Chad asked.

“No…two other hot chicks. I’m not sure they are free but they wanted to see me and I’m too busy. Maybe I can convince them to go with you two B-players instead,” Jason said chuckling.

“B-players?” Chad retorted.

“Okay, just kidding. You game?”

“Sure,” Kyle said. “If they’re good enough for the king then we could give them a shot.”

“Okay, let me make the calls,” Jason said.

Jason put down his books and grabbed his cell phone. He keyed in Jillian’s number first and waited for her to answer.

“Hello.”

“Jillian?”

“Jason? Oh, I’m glad you called. How is everything?”

“Busy as heck, I got a lot to do, and I won’t be able to see you.”

“Oh, darn,” Jillian said.

“Hey, what happened to you on Saturday? Weren’t you going to stop by?”

“Yeah…sorry about that. I wanted to, believe me, but my roommate was sick and I went with her to the infirmary.”

“She okay now?”

“Yeah…fine. She just had a stomach bug. Dr. Clark gave her something that seems to be working great. Hey, Jason, your job might be in jeopardy over there.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Dr. Clark has everything computerized now. No more cards to fill out. Haven’t you been there lately?

“Not for about a week with practice and everything.”

“She has all the records scanned into the computer. Now she carries a computer clipboard with her. Pretty fancy,” Jillian said.

“Wow, Anadolu Yakası Escort you might be right about not needing me anymore,” Jason agreed, but didn’t tell her about his other real concern about losing his virgin database.

“She might still,” Jillian proclaimed, with wishful thinking on his behalf.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

“I thought you said you were busy?”

“I am but my roommate is looking for something to do. You up for a blind double date?”

“Double date?”

“Our other frat brother, Kyle, is with him. There is someone else I wanted to talk to for him. You up for it? They’re great guys.”

“I don’t know. I was kinda looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Me too but I just can’t tonight.”

“What would we do?”

“Gee, I hadn’t even gotten that far. I just wanted to see if you would consider it first. Maybe a movie?”

“Movie, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…alright. I suppose I’m up for it. If it’s your roommate, he must be nice, right?”

“Chad’s a great guy. You’ll have fun.”

“What have you told him about me?”

“That you’re wonderful. From Kentucky. You’re sweet, pretty, and you’re fun.”

“I bet that’s not all…okay, I’ll go. I don’t have anything else to do since my roommate is sick and Kira and Tessa are on a double date too.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, I guess they realized you were taken with Beth and found some other guys. Good for them.”

“Definitely,” Jason said, but he wondered if he sounded sincere as he would have liked at least one more night with those two.

“What time?”

“6:00”

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

“Great…have a good time.”

When Jason hung up, Chad was like all excited. “She agreed?”

“No problem.”

“Oh, my god. What’s she like,” he queried.

“Jillian. Hot. Great tits. She was a tad overweight when I meet her but I’ve helped her loose that. Now she’s just plain hot. Oh, fantastic legs too. Strawberry blonde.”

“My god… you’re describing my dream girl,” Chad responded excitedly.

“What about me?” Kyle interjected.

“Hold on. Give me a chance,” Jason claimed, amused by the guys’ reactions. “Maybe I should start a dating service.”

“Just one more,” Kyle replied.

Jason keyed the number for Casey. It helped for the arrangements that both girls were in the same dorm. As he waited for an answer, Chad piped up.

“Hey, how am I taking Jillian to the movies without a car.”

“Shit…okay, you can use mine,” Jason offered. “You best treat her right.”

“I will, promise. Did you mean the car?” Chad said jokingly.

“Both, numb nuts,” Jason retorted.

“Hello.”

“Casey?”

“Jason, is that you.”

“Yeah.”

“Taking me up finally on anytime and anywhere?” Casey said chuckling.

“Not exactly. I wanted to see you this weekend again but just can’t. But I have a proposition for you,” which he explained.

“Wow, so you’re passing me off?”

“Casey, believe me, I’d love to be there myself but I can’t. I thought this might be a good second best,” Jason proposed.

“Second best!” Kyle rebutted.

“Was that him?” Casey asked jokingly on the phone.

“Yeah, he didn’t appreciate the reference.”

“Well, at least he has some spine. Is he cute?”

“That’s not a question for me but I can tell you one of my past girlfriend’s roommates found him very hot.”

“Really? Okay, you convinced me. I’ll do it but what exactly am I agreeing to?”

“Just going to the movies on a double date like I said.”

“Okay…when?”

“6:00, they’ll pick you up. The other woman, Jillian, is on the third floor of your dorm too.”

“Oh, good. I know Jillian. I met her through Kira and Tessa. Oh, that makes it even better.”

“Great.”

“Jason, don’t forget about me.”

“Never, Casey.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason said goodbye and hung up. He had to repeat the description thing for Kyle. Cute, blond, nice tits, and sucks cock like a pro.

“Good, god,” Kyle effused. “My dream girl too.”

“I’m not promising you two losers are going to get lucky, but I think your chances are pretty good,” Jason added.

“Thanks, roomie.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Kyle agreed.

As the guys decided to prepare for their dates, Jason went back to studying. He got another hour in till three. He was fighting back sleep as he read the next chapter from earth science class. He finally dosed off for a little while. When he woke to the noise Chad made upon reentering the room, he realized he still hadn’t touched base with Sheila. He was just picking up his cell when another frat brother stuck his head in.

“Two chicks here to see you, Jason,” Matt said.

“Where are they?” Jason asked.

“In the foyer,” Matt stated.

“Who are they?”

“Not a clue,” Matt offered, “but if you’re into opposites, you’re in luck.”

“Opposites?” Jason questioned and Chad joined in.

“Could be Stephanie and Pam,” Chad proposed.

“They know better than to just show Kartal Escort up,” Jason declared, standing, stretching, and heading to the door.

“If they did, don’t send them away. I could use a quick fuck or blowjob before my date to take the edge off,” Chad mused.

“You’re getting as bad as me,” Jason said laughing as he left the room.

He walked to the steps that led up to the foyer. As he ascended the steps he spotted them waiting.

“Sophie?”

“Hi, Jason. Hope you don’t mind us stopping by but we were out for a walk and remembered you were in this frat,” Sophie lied.

“Connie,” Jason said, now on the top step and shaking hands.

“Hi, Jason. I told Sophie you wouldn’t mind us stopping by,” Connie said, ever the confident one.

“Come on down,” Jason said, leading them to his room.

When they were inside his room, Jason introduced them to Chad, and asked if they wanted something to drink. To his surprise they both chose wine. He cracked open a new bottle and poured the glasses. Chad agreed to join them. Together they laughed and joked about different things until Kyle showed up. He joined them and they opened a second bottle of wine and ordered pizzas for delivery. They finished the second bottle too as the pizzas arrived. Jason uncorked his last bottle with the pizzas. Chad and Kyle ate and then left to pick up Jillian and Casey. Chad had only sipped one glass of wine, holding back, knowing he was driving his roommate’s car. Kyle had just two drinks wanting to stay sober for his date. Sophie and Connie were the ones drinking the most, especially Connie.

When they were alone, Jason asked the girls what they wanted to do next. They wanted to play a game, so he asked if they wanted to play Clue or Risk, his only two board games he had. Connie suggested strip poker with an obvious buzz. Sophie bemoaned the idea, though she giggled at it, and didn’t really protest much. Jason forgot completely about calling Sheila as he got the cards.

Jason couldn’t believe his luck as he sat back down with the cards. The nap had recharged his batteries and he was anxious to see more of these two cuties. They weren’t gorgeous but both were hot enough. When they had taken their jackets off, after entering the room, both were wearing tight tank tops underneath. Not really the kind of top he thought one would expect to be wearing in November in New Jersey for a casual stroll.

Sophie complained she should have worn more clothes if she’d known they were going to play strip poker. Connie just laughed and drained her wine glass again. Jason poured her another before dealing the cards. From the way both girls’ nipples were excitedly pointing through their tops, Jason believed neither had on a bra. He tried to remember what he knew of these two. Had he ever checked them out in the infirmary records?

No, he hadn’t yet. Actually, he knew little of these two besides being in one of his classes. They had only talked a couple times. What he knew though intrigued him. Connie had dark features and skin, brown eyes and hair, and looked completely the part of the Sicilian princess. Sophie, on the other hand, was blonde and blue eyed, and had told him she was from Northern Italy. Neither was flawless, with Connie’s nose a tad large and Sophie’s complexion a little broken out, but both still worth a second look.

Jason picked up his cards as he stole glances at their breasts. Both were slender with smaller tits but perky nipples he noticed with a grin

“Good hand” Connie asked, confusing his grin for good cards.

“You could say that,” Jason said, more laughing to himself with the situation he was in.

“I’ll take three,” Sophie said, showing they knew how to play.

Jason fulfilled everyone’s requests before asking, “What they had.”

“Only kings,” Sophie said.

“Beats me,” Connie said.

“Three four’s,” Jason claimed, and then showed them.

“How does this work then,” Connie asked, a little nervously despite the wine. “Do both losers take something off or just the worst hand?”

“Both,” Connie declared gleefully.

“We can do it either way,” Jason explained.

“Just the worst hand,” Sophie advocated.

“Okay,” Connie said. “That’ll make the game go longer anyway.”

Connie removed her sneakers and they dealt another hand. After the first six hands, Jason had just lost his socks. Sophie lost her sneakers and socks. Connie had lost her socks and then had to decide between her pants and shirt. She chose the pants. Her panties were cute with little kittens on them.

Four more hands and several more glasses of wine later, the game got much more interesting. Jason had lost two and was down to his underwear only. His big dick stiffening when he caught the girls many times staring at his groin. Connie lost her shirt, proving Jason was right, she hadn’t worn a bra. Her skin was darker than Sophie’s and Jason couldn’t help look at her stiff nipples. They were light brown and very suckable looking. Sophie was winning with still her shirt and panties on.

The next hand Maltepe Escort would be telling. If either Jason or Connie lost they would be completely nude and out of the game. If Sophie lost, she would still have her panties but her shirt would have to come off. Even though she was winning, she seemed the most nervous.

“Maybe we should play something else now,” Sophie stated.

“What?” Jason queried.

“Sophie…we haven’t finished yet. Don’t be so shy,” Connie protested.

“Okay…just making a suggestion.”

As luck would have it, Sophie lost the next hand making her even more nervous. She hesitated before taking anything off.

“Come on, girl. Panties or shirt. What will it be?” Connie asserted.

“Just sipping my wine,” Sophie said, picking up her glass for a taste.

“Come on, Sophie,” Connie said encouragingly.

Jason just let her take her time. He watched intently though as Sophie raised her arms and pulled the top off. Her skin was like cream beneath her shirt. Her nipples were pink and aroused. The aureoles were slightly bigger than Connie’s, as were her breasts, not by a lot though. Sophie looked nervously at Jason as she set her shirt aside.

“Beautiful,” Jason commented at her bare breasts.

“Hey, you didn’t say that about me,” Connie complained.

“You’re exotic,” Jason declared.

“Exotic, huh. That’s even better than beautiful, Sophie,” Connie claimed with a laugh.

“Is not,” Sophie retorted. “Is it, Jason?”

“You’re both exotic and beautiful,” Jason proclaimed to keep the peace.

The girls seemed satisfied and sipped their wine as Jason re-dealt. Everyone was down to their last garment. Jason picked up his cards and was dismayed to see only low cards. He did have three hearts though and decided to try for a hard draw going for a flush. He gave Sophie two cards and Connie had an ace. She wanted four cards. He took his two and slowly fanned open his cards. A smile crossed his face as he looked at all five cards, all hearts.

“Call,” Jason said.

Connie smiled from ear to ear as she yelled, “Three aces.”

Sophie looked depressed as she tossed in her cards, “I have two pair.”

Jason smiled at Connie as he laid down his hand, “Flush.”

“Oh, well…Sophie losses,” Connie crowed with a hint of relief.

Jason looked over at Sophie and she looked like a deer in the headlights. He realized she had never intended the game to go this far. He was thinking about giving her a break when Connie piped in.

“Take them off, Sophie,” Connie encouraged as she sipped her wine.

“But…I…”

“Stand up and do it,” Connie suggested with a little slur to her words.

Jason wasn’t sure what to do. He could try to stop the game but his hormones were fighting that idea. Instead he busied himself with finishing the third bottle of wine into their glasses, as if what was going on was no big deal. Surprisingly, Sophie stood quickly, as Jason distracted himself with pouring, and dropped her panties. She stepped out of them quickly and seated herself so fast Jason never got a chance to look up. When he did, she sat with her legs folded in front of her, obscuring any view of her lower body.

Her face still shown, as if in terror, but she seemed relieved it was over with. Jason just decided to re-deal instead of demanding to see her. Connie boasted confidently, “You’re going down, Jason.”

“Can I,” Jason shot back, letting the double meaning hang there until the girls got it and giggled.

“You wish,” Connie stated.

This deal started better for Jason. He had a pair of kings and drew three cards to Connie’s two. He only picked up a pair of deuces to give him two pair. He glanced at Sophie first, who smiled weakly back, and then to Connie. She looked worried.

“Call,” Jason said.

“Two pair,” Connie said. “Queens and fours.”

“Kings and deuces,” Jason confirmed gleefully.

“Shit, I lost,” Sophie dismayed.

“Peel them off, Connie,” Sophie said, as if in revenge for Connie’s earlier taunts.

“No problem,” Connie stated as she tried to stand, wobbled a little, and then peeled them down.

Jason watched this time and was greeted with a full dark bush to match her hair color. Connie tossed her panties aside and spread her legs a little. Jason could make out the top of her pussy as it curled under her slender body.

“See,” Connie said and stood with her legs wider apart. “Can you see?”

“Yes,” Jason confirmed, as Connie pulled her lips apart to really expose her inner pussy more.

“You won, but won’t you show us?” Connie asked.

Sensing this was his chance to take this further; Jason stood and let the girls stare at his hard cock bulging out his boxers obscenely. He glanced at their anxious faces as he peeled down his boxers. His cock sprung free like a caged animal being released. Sophie actually gasped upon seeing it. Connie was less modest.

“Wow,” Connie slurred. “That thing is huge.”

“Like it,” Jason boasted.

“It’s really big,” Connie said to Sophie as if confirming it for her.

The wine was affecting Jason a bit too and he threw caution to the wind and walked over to Sophie. His dick wiggled back and forth before her face like a swaying tree. He looked down on her as she stared wide-eyed at the cock before her and up to his face.

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