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I am sitting at home in Pismo Beach watching the Major League Baseball All-Star Game. Currently it’s 2 to 2 in the 8th inning. My number one big boob gal pal, Catherine is on a road trip with Samantha, her new next-door neighbor. The ladies are searching out nude beaches between here and the Canadian border. They have a list of several they plan to check out, including Baker Beach in Humboldt County and Collins Beach in Oregon. I kept telling them there is no better nude beach than Avila Beach, but the ladies are on a mission.

We enjoyed a going-away threesome in Catherine’s spa a few days ago. It was reminiscent of our first encounter several weeks ago when I was first introduced to Samantha. That day the three of us hiked around the hills behind their homes, we helped Samantha unpack boxes at her new house and ended up in Catherine’s spa. I enjoyed my first blowjob from Samantha while Catherine fucked her pussy with an eight-inch strap-on.

Our second session in the spa included me using my tongue to help both ladies enjoy satisfying orgasms. We ended the evening with them double-teaming my cock and covering their tits with a fair amount of cum. They promised to send pictures of their naked adventures over the next two weeks.

I hear a chirp on my phone and look over at the screen; a text is waiting for me. I rarely text so I’m expecting to see an advertisement or public service announcement. I ignore my phone until after the game. When I finally check the message, it’s from Lynette, the Assistant Manager at Diamond Adult World and a very sexy lady. We first met at Avila Beach last fall when I was sunbathing with my next-door neighbor. We watched each other have sex on the beach with our respective partners before hooking up later.

(Lynette): Rob, when you have a chance, swing by the store. I have an important question for you.

That’s all the message contained. It’s a bit cryptic and that’s why I don’t text. It’s much more informative to pick up a phone and dial. This younger generation doesn’t understand that, although Lynette is 50, and not part of the younger generation. I wonder what the important question is? I guess I’ll be visiting Diamond Adult World tomorrow.

The sun is shining in Pismo Beach today. The temperature is a prefect 68 degrees. It’s a short ten-minute drive to Lynette’s store from my house. I arrive to a near empty parking lot. It’s such a difference from my last visit here with Samantha. I enter the sex shop and see Jayne at the register. She greets me with a wave.

“Hey Rob, it’s nice to see you.”

Hi Jayne, where are all the customers? The last time I was here, the place was packed.”

“It’s still early yet, I expect business to pick up after lunch. Lynette is in the back office, you can head back and find her. Is she expecting you?”

“Well, sort of. We didn’t plan a specific time to meet. I hope you have a good day.”

I walk to the back office and see Lynette on the phone. She motions for me to sit down. I plop down in the La-Z-Boy recliner and pick-up a product brochure. There are a lot of new items listed, several vibrators in various new colors; all shapes and sizes of butt plugs and cock rings. I have a flashback to one night last fall when Lynette took me home and used several sex gadgets on me.

Lynette ends her call and comes over. She sits right on top of me and lavishes a long and wet kiss on my lips. She slips her tongue into my mouth.

“Wow, so what do I owe the pleasure of this greeting?”

“Oh, nothing particular, you just have some very kissable lips. Besides, last time you were here we were so busy I didn’t have time to talk. We’re not expecting the crowds until after lunch.”

I can’t resist kissing Lynette again, “That’s what Jayne said. She is such a cutie.”

“Hey, don’t get any ideas. She has a boyfriend and is at least twenty years younger than you, old man.”

“Old man? Ouch. Well, I’ll have you know I prefer mature women who are at least fifty years old. Do you know anyone like that?”

“She’s sitting on your lap.”

Lynette grinds her ass into my lap for emphasis. I reach up and palm her right breast. Lynette has a beautiful pair of D-cup boobs with dark brown nipples. She is an avid sun worshiper, so she has a deep dark tan to go with those nipples. Lynette swats my hand away.

“Hey, I’m working today. You’ll have to save that for later.”

“Maybe we could steal away to the video booth for ten minutes? That’s always fun.”

“Oh you. Speaking of the video booths, I have a serious question for you.”

“That’s what your text said, and not much else. You’ve had me wondering all night what you are taking about. Why couldn’t you just call and ask me the question last night?”

“Because we were super busy, and I could only text in between customers. Besides, I wanted to see you in person, so I could do this.”

Again, Lynette grinds her cute mature ass into me and lays another hard, aydınlı escort wet kiss on my lips. This time she grabs my head and forces her tongue deep into my mouth. She knows how to make the customer feel welcome. When we finally come up for air, she asks her question.

“Rob, when you and Samantha were here last week, and she bought the Chad Vixen cock and green corset, did you guys happen to use the video booth?”

“Not exactly. All the fitting rooms were taken, so we used this office, like you offered. She tried on the corset and tried out Chad to see if he fit. By the way, he fit perfectly; she actually had an orgasm right here.”

“It’s a good thing I like you. The boss’s policy is buying before using. Now go on, what do you mean Not exactly?”

“Well after her climax, I told her that I would be her glory hole stud and she could suck my cock through the hole between the video booths. After all, that was our initial plan. Anyway, she dozed off here in the office and left me hanging, so to speak.”

“You were in the booth and your cock was sticking through the glory hole?”

“Yep, why do you ask? Do you have surveillance cameras in there?”

“No silly, that would be against the law. Well, I’ve been instructed by someone to find out who was in the video booth that day and when I find out, I’m to give that person a phone number to send a text. And, I think that person is you.”

“Instructed by someone? Can you tell me who? Text? What do I say in the text? You’re being very secretive about all of this.”

“I can’t say who, I promised. Let’s just say it will be in your best interest to send a text to this phone number.”

Lynette slips a piece of paper into my shirt pocket.

“So, tell me, what do you get out of this? I know you Lynette, you’ll want something in return.”

Lynette grabs my hand and places it on her breast again. She presses my palm hard against her D-cup.

“Yes, you know me so well Rob. Well what I want is for you to take me to the clothing-optional side of Avila Beach this coming week and fuck my brains out. I want to feel your hard cock pushed deep into my pussy again. It’s been far too long since we last made love.”

I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say other than yes and thank you to the love gods. Lynette has such a sweet, tight pussy and she knows how to use it. Finally, I get my voice back.

“Why wait until next week, let’s go for it right now.”

Lynette laughs out loud and jumps up from the recliner, leaving my hand grasping thin air.

“Sorry, I have got to get back to work.”

“But, I’m sitting here with a hard-on. I need some relief.”

Again, Lynette chuckles, “You’ve got your Fleshlight at home. And we’ve got a special on lube today, two bottles for the price of one.”

“You are such a tease, Lynette. What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me on Avila Beach next week, after you send your text. Now scoot.”

I realize I’m not going to persuade her today, but wow, what an offer. I guess it’s back to Pismo and a date with my Fleshlight. I don’t need any more lube, I have plenty, believe me. I walk out to the front and see that Lynette is already helping a customer. She waves and throws me a kiss. I wink at Jayne at the register as I walk out the door.

“Good-bye Rob, see you again sometime soon.”

Lynette is right, Jayne is cute, but far too young for this old man. Back home, I pull the sheet of paper from my pocket and look at the phone number. It’s a local area code, and I wonder if this is one of Lynette’s little games. My hard-on has dissipated on the drive home, but not my need for relief.

I fix myself a sandwich for lunch and then relax naked in my recliner for some much-needed relief. Before I get down to business, I grab my iPhone and look at the paper once more. I compose my text and send it off.

(Rob): Hello, this is Rob. I was told by Lynette at Diamond Adult World to send this text.

If Lynette can be cryptic in her text, so can I. With that chore out of the way, I can now concentrate on my own needs. My Fleshlight, along with some lube are sitting on the side table. I open my iPad and call up my favorite porn site. It’s the one with the cute little hamster in the upper left-hand corner. I enter a search for my favorite videos – big boob MILFs. Several come up for my viewing pleasure.

I watch several short clips while I stroke myself and coax my cock into a nice erection. I grab my Fleshlight and the lube. I find a thirty-minute video with big tits and smooth pussies on the screen. I pour lube along my shaft and spread it around with my hand. Normally, I would just give myself a hand job, but I prefer the soft texture of my Fleshlight and I can pretend that I am sliding into Lynette’s pussy. I drip some lube into the opening of the Fleshlight and line it up with the tip of my cock.

The scene on my iPad shows bağdat caddesi escort a big boob lady being massaged by her lover. She is on the plump side with mammoth tits. He moves his hand down and starts fingering her pussy for several minutes. They switch positions with her in front, while he drips lube all over her fleshy breasts. He then reaches around and rubs the lotion into her boobs. He squeezes and massages the jiggly melons, using two hands to mold her left breast before pinching and pulling her hard nipples. The lady lays back in his arms and enjoys the attention. Her lover continues his devotion to her tits, lifting and squeezing and pushing the mounds together to form deep cleavage.

My cock is now extremely hard as I slide my Fleshlight down my shaft. The soft silicone surrounds my full seven inches providing a snug fit and intense pleasure. I raise the sex toy up my shaft until my tip is barely held in place and then slam it back down my cock. I focus on the screen and move the Fleshlight up and down with a steady rhythm.

I fantasize that Lynette is sliding up and down my dick as I watch the man complete his massage. The lady then turns her attention to his cock, stroking and sucking him to hardness. She squeezes his shaft as her hand and mouth move in unison. She provides an erotic blowjob while her left hand strokes her pussy.

I pump my Fleshlight faster up and down my shaft. The couple on the screen change position and gentleman slides his hand back and forth along her ass crease before sliding four fingers deep into her plump vagina. He nearly has his entire fist between her folds as he fingers his date. This is in preparation for him to take her doggy style and slide his thick cock between her wide rear end. Her mammoth tits hang down and sway from side to side as she is royally fucked.

The scene on my iPad is too much for my senses and I release several ropes of cum into the silicone sheath. I raise and lower my Fleshlight along my shaft as the sensations on my glans nearly make me faint. Each time I lower my Fleshlight, more jizz escapes from my tip. I keep pumping until my shaft begins to soften.

A feeling of satisfaction engulfs my body as I close my eyes and sink back into the soft cushion provided by my recliner. I am totally spent. Before long I am in the throes of an afternoon siesta.

In late afternoon I wake up in time to hear a chirp on my cell phone. My Fleshlight is laying on my lap filled with cum. I need to clean up this mess before I do anything else. After I finish washing out my latex pussy, I open the latest text in my Messages app.

(Anonymous): Hi Rob, thanks for texting me. I’m trying to locate a certain individual. I hope it’s you.

That’s it? That’s the text? I wonder if this is some kind of practical joke being played by Lynette. Why can’t anyone just speak plain English. I’m bound and determined to get more answers.

(Rob): May I ask who this is, and do you know a lady named Lynette who is the Assistant Manager at Diamond Adult World?

A half hour passes, and I am getting a little annoyed with this whole situation. I’m on the verge of calling Lynette for an explanation, however, my stomach has other ideas. It’s dinner time and I need some nourishment. Halfway through dinner my phone chirps again.

(Anonymous): Sorry, I didn’t respond sooner, my husband needed some help moving a desk. Yes, I know Lynette. At least I know who she is. I shop at her store on a regular basis. I’m always looking for new lingerie and sex toys to make me happy.

(Rob): Why did she give me your number?

(Anonymous): I asked her to help me find a man who was in the store last week. I want to meet that man. She said she would try to help me out.

(Rob): And you think that man is me?

Again, no immediate response. I continue with dinner, feeling a little more annoyed and a little curious. As the evening wears on, I forget about this whole texting thing and settle in for a night of television. It’s summertime and the networks are all showing reruns. I flip over to Netflix to see what’s new. The evening wears on and my phone remains silent. Finally, around ten-thirty my phone chirps.

(Anonymous): Rob, are you awake?

(Rob): I am. Where did you go? I’m not big on texting, it’s too impersonal. Is this some kind of prank you and Lynette cooked up?

(Anonymous): Oh no, no prank at all. I’m very sorry I didn’t return your text right away. It’s Wednesday night and it’s my husband’s weekly sex night. He did his usual routine of fingering my pussy until I have a mild orgasm and then it’s missionary for two minutes until he cums and then falls asleep.

(Rob): You don’t sound too enthusiastic?

(Anonymous): I’m not. It’s the same thing every Wednesday night. Very boring. That’s why I go to the sex shop so often. My sex drive is so much bigger than his. I bostancı escort need a good orgasm every day.

(Rob): So, who am I texting? Do you have a name?

(Anonymous): My name is Nanette and I live in Pismo Beach.

(Rob): Nanette? Lynette? Are you sure you’re not the same person and you like pulling my chain.

(Nanette): No really, my name is Nanette and I don’t want to pull your chain, I want to suck your cock, again!!

(Rob): Again?

(Nanette): I was in the video booth at Diamond Adult World last week. I was going to watch some videos and masturbate, but then I saw this cock sticking through the glory hole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was long and thick and circumcised. The balls were shaved and hung down low. I took it my hands and twisted the shaft and then sucked it down my throat. I swallowed a huge load of cum.

(Rob): Oh my god, that must have been me, I was expecting my friend to be in the other booth, so she could suck my cock through the hole.

(Nanette): After I swallowed that whole load, I whistled through the hole and said you have a have a gorgeous, thick cock that’s so much bigger than my husband’s. I said my pussy was drenched and I wanted you to fuck me, but my husband was waiting in the car.

(Rob): That was me and that was my cock! You sucked MY cock! That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever experienced. I came so much. I’ve never had my cock twisted like that, you must give the best hand jobs too.

(Nanette): Oh jeez, I’ve found you. Lynette found you. My pussy is throbbing right now. Gawd, we must meet.

(Rob): Can I call you? I want to hear your voice, instead of this incessant texting.

(Nanette): No, too risky. My husband works from home. I’ve got to go take care of my pussy. We’ll text tomorrow. I want to know all about you.

And just like she is gone. My cock is hard again thinking about Nanette taking care of her throbbing pussy. She must have a vibrator or two, since her husband is a one and done kind of guy. Wednesday passes with no texts. I don’t send any, I don’t want Nanette to think I’m over eager, although I can’t wait to have her lips around my cock again. Finally, around dinner time on Thursday, my phone chirps. I grab my phone and am pleased to see a text from Nanette.

(Nanette): Hi Rob, do you have time to chat?

I wait ten minutes before I return her message.

(Rob): Hi Nanette. Sorry for the delay, I was outside doing some gardening. It’s nice to see your message. Have you had a busy couple of days?

(Nanette): You might say that. I’ve been masturbating several times a day thinking about your gorgeous cock. I stopped into see Lynette to thank her for finding you. I was hoping I might run into you there.

(Rob): So, what are you doing right now?

(Nanette): Sitting at the dinner table, texting you. My husband is on the other side reading the newspaper.

(Rob): Isn’t that a bit risky?

(Nanette): No, he thinks I’m playing one of my silly games on my phone. He thinks I waste a lot of time on silly games. If only he knew.

(Rob): Masturbating, huh? That sounds fun. Do you have a favorite vibrator?

(Nanette): I do. It’s a seven-inch pink rabbit. The little ears tickle my clit and makes me cum quickly.

(Rob): I’ve heard woman have several vibrators. Is that true?

(Nanette): Definitely. I have too many to count. The problem is I go to Lynette’s store too often. I can’t walk out without buying something. I’m thinking of buying a strap-on.

(Rob): Do you have a lady friend to use it with?

(Nanette): Not yet. Do you think Lynette would be game?

(Rob): I think she would be game. Both giving and receiving.

(Nanette): Would you consider using it?

(Rob): I have, and it provides a really intense orgasm. But I will only do it with a very special lady. I must be intimately connected with that person.

(Nanette): Oh my. No, I meant would you use it on me? Would you wear the strap-on and fuck me with it? I want to be DP’d. I want your cock in my ass and my dildo in my pussy.

(Rob): We need to meet. When can we meet?

(Nanette): Sorry. Got to go.

And just like that there are no more texts. Our texting has left me with another hard-on, and another session with my Fleshlight. I wish Catherine was home to fuck me. More than that, I wish I could meet Nanette and fuck her all day long. I’ve got to figure out how to make this happen.

The weekend passes with no contact with Nanette. Catherine has sent me a few emails with pictures attached. She and Samantha are having a wonderful time exploring nude beaches. Some of the pictures are of them naked, splashing in the waves. She said they could only stay in the water a few minutes, because it is so cold. I think they are brave just getting their toes wet. One picture she sent was of her laying on the beach and Samantha was between her legs eating her pussy. It’s no wonder she hasn’t called, they are having too much fun.

I did receive one text today. It was from Lynette. Doesn’t anyone use the phone anymore? Anyway, she said Tuesday is my lucky day. It’s her day off and our day to run rampant on Avila Beach. She can’t wait to be with me out by the big rocks. She hopes I take a Viagra, so I can keep it up all afternoon. I plan to do just that.

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It’s 2am and I’m pulling up in this driveway again. I silently ask myself if it was worth it, all the secrecy and shame, just to enjoy a few fleeting moments of happiness. To feel like this, so used and so broken now, it never is. I still want to cry, but he’s made his choice. He doesn’t choose me. So, I choose B. Tonight.

Slowly walking up the path, I can see his truck is there along with a vehicle I don’t recognize. People. Other people. I hesitate, but reach the door on numb legs nonetheless.

I open the door and step over the squeaky threshold. B had warned me about people sleeping in the living room, but I dump my keys noisily on the kitchen table anyway. I’m bitter. Drunk people don’t matter to me.

Using my phone as a flashlight, I make my way down the hall. I don’t really know why I came here. I need contact. To feel wanted. That’s all. And… He’s there. B is always there.

Reaching for his bedroom door, that familiar vacuum-seal anadolu yakası escort breeze happens when I push and my hair flies in all directions for a second. “This is the real Chamber of Secrets,” I think, and bite my lips together to keep from chuckling. Or crying. I’m not sure.

I feel my way in and turn the bathroom light on, closing the door just enough to let only a sliver shine through. Turning around, I finally see his form on the bed. I take my boots and my jacket off, slide under the blankets and next to him.

Warmth. Familiar smells of fresh soap and motor oil. Smells I often subconsciously relate to sex and passion now. B. I remember he once said that the scent of mint was the trigger that made him think of me and I smile.

His snoring stops when he feels a sudden change in temperature. He opens an eye and rubs his face, smiling before he lets out atalar escort a yawn.

“Hi,” he says, stretching. “Did you miss me?”

I tell the truth. “Yes.”

“I knew you did.”

“Did you miss me? Hmm?” I pry at him.

“Yeah, I missed you.”

“Yeah, right,” I say with a smirk crossing my lips, “you just missed mi culo y tetas.”

“No, I did miss you. I missed everything.” Sighing, he adds, “I guess I didn’t realize how much time we had spent together. I was kind of sad these last few months.”

Awkward silence. I wasn’t sad without him. I was happier than I had been in so long. Until last night, when my heart shattered at the words I read. “Goodbye,” they said. “I choose her,” they mocked.

Making me blink in surprise, he adds more: “Pensé que nunca volvería a verte.” It takes me a moment. “I never thought I’d see you again…”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ataşehir escort have to,” I want to sob. “I was hoping he was The One and that I wouldn’t need you anymore!” I want to scream. But I don’t say anything. And my heart aches at his words because I don’t think I’ll see him ever again.

Why do I always run back to B? It’s clear, he appreciates me more than he will ever say. And maybe it’s better that way, because I don’t have to need his validation. Once it’s said and out in the open, that’s when things change. “Te quiero. I love you.” A poison in my mouth and ears that can never be cured and B is saving me from the pain.

He wraps his arms tightly around me and pulls me as close as he can without hurting me. It still hurts, though deeper than any physical pain can go and I let him. I need this. I just wish I were with someone else.

B breathes me in like he had so many times before and sighs, “Mmm, you smell so good.” The other had said that, too. Every time we met. “You always smell good. I missed that. Maybe that most of all.”

I close my eyes to keep tears from spilling as he kisses my forehead tenderly. If only for tonight, I will accept this. Right now, I belong to B once again.

“Turn off the light,” he growls. “I don’t want to see you sad. Ven a mí. I’ll help you forget.”

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“Would you fuck her?” We were stopped at a red light on what is normally a major thoroughfare for our town, but it was a weekday and all the good boys and girls were either working or in school. Guess that says a lot about us. I was looking over the top of my trendy blue reflective sunglasses, watching a blonde walking down the street. All I could see was her back side and I don’t get impressed by asses, even if they are hugged in blue jeans.

“I dunno,” Brad mumbled next to me. He never liked talking about sex or girls with me, and I know why. He thinks I don’t, but I do. Brad and I have been friends for years, best friends. He knows more about me then anyone else, and whenever I need to talk to someone I run straight to him. There have been a lot of times when I neglect my boyfriend to spend time with Brad. You could almost say I liked him better, and I don’t care if that makes me a bad person, my boyfriend knows how I feel, I don’t keep it a secret. But all that time together caused some tension, a static between us so thick that sometimes we have to force ourselves to stay apart to prevent something “bad” from happening.

“You wouldn’t,” I said, looking over at him with a sideways cant of my head so I could still look over my glasses. I love making eye contact with people. Sometimes it makes them squirm for no reason, sometimes it turns on an inner fire. Modern life is so funny like that. But I also knew I looked cute sitting there like that, and I work hard at being all cutesy with Brad.

“I might, ya don’t know,” Brad still wouldn’t look at me. In fact he reached over and started to mess with my radio. That’s a big no-no in my car.

I reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could get to the controls, and it quickly turned into me sliding my hand into his. Now don’t get the wrong idea, Brad’s not gay, I’m a girl, remember me talking about my boyfriend? I’ve even got the boobs to prove it. “No touchy my music, and you wouldn’t fuck her.”

“Yeah I would,” he said with a sigh as his thumb rubbed the back of my knuckles. He wanted me, I wanted him, but I was spoken for and so far we had been resisting the urge. He knew I was baiting him, I always did, but I think he liked it. “Okay, if you think I wouldn’t do her, tell me why I wouldn’t?”

“Do her”, that made me laugh, I couldn’t help it. Out of Brad, me and my boyfriend Xander I was the wild one. Imagine that. Xander was already in his thirties, he was ten years old then me, so he was past all the “bad boy” stuff, and Brad was just… Brad was a good guy, from a good home, who was raised with good morals. Me? I was confined all my life, I just turned 21, and it was time to live.

“You wouldn’t fuck her because I’m going to pop that little man cherry of yours,” I was still laughing as I said it. Did I forget to mention that Brad’s a twenty something year old virgin? I’m not a whore, but I’ve had experience with Xander, and my biggest goal in life at the moment was to be Brad’s first. I remember one time he told me he liked a girl and I almost went into hysterics, I even threatened that I would hurt her if they started dating. Possessive, me? Very.

Brad was blushing now. He always does that. It’s so cute, a grown man blushing. “I would to do her.”

“Fine, if you want her so bad let’s go pick her up. Maybe she’ll fuck you in the back seat and I can watch.” His cheeks were the color of strawberries as I pulled my hand away from his and grabbed the steering wheel. The light was green, had been for a few seconds, but no one was behind me honking so I hadn’t moved yet. Now I stomped on the gas, revved the engine, and we both got pulled against our seats as the car kicked into gear. I love driving, I can handle a car like any man I know if not better then some. I roared down the street, Brad protesting beside me because he knew what was coming. I didn’t make idle threats. Once I was clear of the intersection I swung into the right hand lane and spun the car around in the middle of the street, tires screeching before I evened out and was facing the direction I’d just come from.

The blonde was looking at us, and I was wearing a shark’s grin. When I stepped on the gas I was more calm, my Jeep responding with a small skip of pavement. I love being in a big car, just like a man uses it for his manly status symbol, I like it to prove that I know how to handle big things.

The light was changing to yellow when I approached again, but I sped through it. There weren’t any cops in sight so I figured it was safe. The woman was getting closer, closer, and I couldn’t help but fight not to laugh. She was one of those women in a mid-life crisis that didn’t want to admit she was getting wrinkles, her boobs were sagging, and it was time to stop acting like she was my age. Her skin tight jeans and baby pink belly tee with a glittering rose couldn’t hide the thinning hair with the bad bleach job, the tacky make-up that not even I would wear, or the age on her face.

“Looks like you’ll be having a hot date tonight! She looks ready to keel over any second.” I laughed as I started yenibosna escort to slow the car down. There’s no way in hell I would stop, not for that woman. Now if she’d been younger, cuter.. Maybe.

“Oh my God, no, keep driving!” He was sinking down in his seat, he didn’t want her to see him.

“I’ve heard that older ladies give better head. I’ll offer her twenty bucks to blow you, then I’ll blow you and see who you like better.” The car continued to slow as I tapped the brakes, I was loving this.

“Ooooh, you’re such a bitch.” He couldn’t get any lower, or any redder if he tried. I liked it when he called me a bitch.

I honked the horn and used the controls to lower the passenger side window, for effect and to see what Brad would do about it. He grabbed my hand and he was suddenly pale. “Why do you harass me like this? You know it upsets me.”

Now there went all my fun. The woman was looking at me expectantly as I slowly rolled up, so I leaned over Brad, unintentionally giving him a face full of cleavage and yelled out, “Sorry, thought you were someone else!” before speeding on. Yeah, so I can’t be mean to strangers. At the next chance I pulled into parking lot and stopped the car, twisting in my seat to look at Brad.

“I was just teasing, you know that.” I thought I’d hurt his feelings.

“Yeah, I know,” he smirked as he straightened up in his seat. The bastard was faking me out!

“Why you!” I giggled as I reached over and acted like I was going to punch him in the arm, but before I could make contact he grabbed my hand and yanked me forward. I was forced into an awkward position, and was glad I wasn’t wearing a seat belt. I was suddenly half laying on him, and over the middle console of my Jeep Liberty SUV. It was a nice place to be, though. His lap had a lump in it and I couldn’t help myself. “Somebody’s happy to see me today.” I reached out and grabbed him, not to hurt him but for a little squeeze.

“Don’t do that!” He said after a gasp of air. He tried to push my hand away, but let’s just say the struggle wasn’t a heartfelt one. “Mmmm,” he was quiet when he moaned, and I swear I felt him thrust his hips forward, into my hand.

Oh, have you started wondering who I am yet? I sure hope so, because if I have my way about it, you’re going to get to know me, and I love sharing details. My name is Elaine, we already established I’m 21. I’m a tall girl, something close to six feet, and I’m a little on the heavy side. Not fat, but chubby in that cute baby fat way, and I don’t mind one damn bit. I tend towards a party girl, but my dress style is like a dark punk/goth thing, always individual. My hair is below my shoulders, in long wavy layers, and dyed black, but it looks good, not that crappy home-dye job shit, if I let it grow out it would be light brown, but I’m a black hair kinda girl. My eyes are dark green, and I’ve got that dead flat surface look in them, life helped with that but it took a lot of practice too. About the only time I don’t feel myself wearing a blank expression is when I’m with either Xander or Brad, they’re the only people that can really make me smile. I just started exploring the world and subculture of body mods, so I have several earrings and my tongue pierced, but nothing else yet. I’m taking my time so I don’t do anything I’ll regret later. So far I’ve loved every minute of having my tongue pierced. I have an overactive libido, I can out last guy I’ve ever known and after hours of sex and stimulation I’m still begging for more. I can’t think of any reason why someone wouldn’t want me, but Xander and Brad were the lucky winners of my heart.

It was painful having the gear stick jamming into my side, but this was more interesting then any pain I could have been feeling. This wasn’t the first time I’d touched him or heard him moan, but we were committing a forbidden act and it turned me on. My nipples were getting hard against my cute Happy Bunny shirt. I wanted to rip Brad’s pants off right then and there, use my mouth and get him to cum. I think he wanted me to do it as bad as I wanted to do it.

“We can’t do this,” I heard him say, and I knew he was right. But I couldn’t help it, I continued to rub his crotch as I kind of sat up and looked at him, having to roll my eyes up to look at him. I did my best innocent pout as I looked at him, running my tongue along my lips because my mouth was suddenly dry.

“We can do anything we want, we just have to be good at keeping secrets, I know I can handle it, can you?”

At first he nodded his head, which was now resting back against the raised headrest, then he shook it. “Xander will find out, he’ll kill me.”

When he said my boyfriend’s name I gave him a squeeze that made him wince. “He won’t find out. Move your hips forward a little.” Brad didn’t argue with me, he did was I told him to do.

I was working at unbuttoning his pants while he was talking. “He’s my friend–“

“You guys don’t talk that much.”

“–he’s your boyfriend–“

“He’s to zeytinburnu escort old, he neglects me, he knows I need someone younger and able to keep up with me.”

“–you love him–“

“But I love you too.”

“–he loves you–“

“Still neglects me, you know that.”

“–he can never find out–“

“Trust me, he won’t.”

“–we’re in public–

“No one’s around.”

“–someone might see–“

“They’ll enjoy the show.”

We’d had similar arguments before, but this was the furthest we’d ever gotten. His pants were unbuttoned, and unzipped. I reached inside his pants and rubbed him through his underwear. Tidy whities, why wasn’t I surprised? It just seemed to fit the good-boy image Brad carried with him. I could feel his semi-erect penis in better detail without the khaki’s in the way and it made me shudder. I’m one of those rare, and VERY lucky girls that gets excited by giving blow jobs. There are some days when I would rather suck on a big meaty cock and finger myself then have actual sex. Maybe I just hadn’t been with the right guy yet, but that was my idea of fun.

“God Elaine…” Brad sighed as I found my way inside his underwear and found his hardening member.

I grinned at him, even though he couldn’t see it, his eyes were closed. Poor baby was in for a world of pleasures if me stroking him got him that worked up. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, baby,” I said to him, then added, “Raise your hips up for me. That’s great.” With him lifting himself I was able to pull his pants and undies down and give myself access to his crotch. “Sit right on the edge of the seat, perfect, just like that. Damn Brad, I didn’t know you were that big.” I said while I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, separating it from the balls and rubbing my other fingers against the shaft. He wasn’t the biggest man in the world, maybe six inches now that he was fully erect, but to me it was beautiful. A lot of woman are to over obsessed with a three foot schlong, but I’d rather have a guy that can get into a great b.j. and knows how to work his body then one that just slaps out his dick and expects a woman to fall to her knees and do all the work.

“Shut up,” Brad said with a half laugh. He felt like he was to small, victim to all those bitches out there. I would show him that I could worship a cock no matter what size it was.

I leaned down, sucking in my stomach so I wouldn’t be hurting myself on all the little gizmos that made my Jeep run, but there was a little space I could fit into comfortably between the seats. My hair fell around my face as I brought my mouth down to his crotch. Before I even did anything I blew on his head, just to feel him squirm. He’d never had anyone touch him like this before, and I intended to enjoy every second of giving him his first blow job. After a few breaths I touched the tip of my tongue to the top of his head, prodding at his urethra gently. One of his hands found the back of my head and he stroked along my scalp like I was some beloved lap dog. That was great for me, it got me a little more excited, I love having my hair played with.

When I knew he was getting into it, when I knew he needed more, I rolled my tongue in a slow, lazy circle around the entire head of his cock, not forgetting a single part of the fleshy helmet. I made a soft sound while I did it, to engage him, and he answered me back with a little moan of his own. I love it when I can make a guy moan. Most of them seem to think it’s not macho, but I adore a man who’s comfortable being loud when he’s enjoying himself. They expect us to scream for them, well I like them to scream for me.

“Do you like that?” Did I mention that I’m an evil tease? Now that his head was wet with my saliva I blew on it, letting the moisture cool down on his warm flesh. He grunted, probably because he wanted me to get on with it, but he would have to wait and let me do it on my own terms.

“You know I do.”

“How much do you like it?”

“A lot.”

“But how much?”

“So much I want you to shut up and keep going.”

I giggled and rewarded his response by opening my mouth and dropping my head down, going about half way down his length before I closed my lips around his engorged shaft, my tongue wiggling all over the underside of his length. The movement surprised him, his fingers curling and clutching at my hair, which made me moan around him as I slowly, slowly lifted my head up until I felt the expanding folds of his head. I was still purring as I twisted my head from side to side, letting my lips swirls over him and my tongue massage the tip of him while giving bobs of my head that took my lips down maybe an inch.

I could go like this for a long time, not really caring about what the guy wanted. Sucking dick just does something to me. I was squirming about as much as Brad by now, and I could feel a moisture growing between my legs. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but in the tight spaces I just didn’t have maneuvering space to do acıbadem escort it. That meant that when we got home Xander would get a little unexpected present whether he liked it or not.

“Oh my God Elaine…” Brad was sighing, and I like the way it made my name sound. I rewarded him again by dropping my mouth down rapidly, bobbing from the head to midshaft, my tongue constantly in motion, letting my tongue ring move back and forth over the thick veins under his shaft. The parts of him that weren’t involved with my mouth were getting massaged by my hand, something that most girls just forget to do or don’t know to do. I didn’t leave a single inch of his erection unnoticed.

I suddenly took my lips off him, I just couldn’t help it. “How good did that feel?”

“Noooo…”

“No what?”

“Don’t do this to me….”

“What am I doing?” I was being innocent again.

“Teasing me…”

“Am I teasing you? I didn’t mean to.”

“Yes you did.”

I liked his shaft. “Yeah, I guess I did. What do you want me to do?”

“Suck it.”

I did as he asked, but in my own way. I attached my lips around the head and started sucking like I was trying to draw up a thick, creamy vanilla milkshake, not to far from the truth. But I’m not inexperienced, I know what I’m doing. I moved my head from side to side, up and down, so my lips were constantly moving off and on the folds of his helmet, something I’m told feels amazingly good. I love head stimulation, and I was purring again, thrusting my ass up into the air as if I was getting pounded from behind. It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t do something with myself right now, I needed my clit stimulated, my fingers buried in my pussy.

“Oh God!” Brad exclaimed as I worked on him, then I felt him push on the back of my head, so I complied and started moving my mouth up and down, engulfing his shaft with my mouth over and over again, going so deeply that I could feel my hand and had to take several fingers off him just so my lips could have the room they needed.

“Yeah, yeah, just like that.” But I’m a bitch, so I lifted my head, with an audible ‘pop’ sound as the suction between my mouth and his dick was broken.

“You don’t expect me to deep throat you on our first date, do you?”

“Bitch…”

I laughed and again I was at him, but I wouldn’t deep throat him, even if he wanted it, I had to save some little thrill for the next time we were together. I concentrated more on the head, sucking so hard I could feel my teeth scraping the inside of my mouth, but my tongue was there too, and I know how to work my piercing. I was prodding at that vein again, stroking with three fingers around his shaft, and I could feel him tensing up. He was trying to buck his hips up to meet my mouth, trying to force himself into my mouth, but each time he came up I went up too, he wouldn’t have his way, this was my time to have fun.

With my other hand I reached under him and cupped his scrotum sac. He was tense, I knew he wouldn’t be holding on much longer. I was actually surprised he hadn’t shot off into my mouth already, this being his first time and all. But he was close. I squeezed his sac with an expert touch, clinching my fingers around his shaft at the same time as I returned to head stimulation. Brad was groaning, trying to hold himself back like most guys do. To bad men can’t keep cumming the way I can, or else they would just let if go, knowing the next one would come soon after.

I knew Brad was hurting, I could hear it in his breathing, so I kicked up my attention a notch. I didn’t just want him to cum for me, I needed him to cum. I needed to taste his salty fluids, I needed to hear him orgasm for me, nothing was going to make me happier. Normally I would have slowed it down, extended his frustration… But not with Brad. With Brad I went faster, faster, purring louder to vibrate my tongue and let him know it was all right for him to give in to me.

And he did. I felt his body relax from the tension right before I felt the first spurt, a small geyser that gave me the taste of him. The second was more powerful, shooting up with a force, followed by two more geysers. I eagerly swallowed him down, ignoring the taste which wasn’t exactly good. I took my mouth off him, rubbing my tongue over my teeth and lips, watching as I coaxed more of the creamy jizzum from him, the cum pooling on my fingers. I leaned down and licked up a droplet from the head, then sat up, on my knees in the seat facing him.

He looked so… satisfied. His eyes were open now, and he was staring at the top of the Jeep, his mouth slack and his chest heaving as he panted. I loved looking at a man after he’s just been satisfied. I guess you could say I’m a bit of a submissive personality when it comes to sexual things, I like to please more then I like to take, most of the time anyway.

“That feel good?”

“Uh huh.”

“How good?”

“Real good.”

“Why?”

“Well duh.”

He grunted and looked at me, eyes going wide behind his glasses. I love a guy in glasses, they look so cute. He was surprised because I was sitting there licking his cum off my fingers, sucking on the ones that had it around the fingernail. It might not taste the best in the world, but there’s no point in wasting it. It’s meant for the female to consume, and I was busy doing that. All guys like that, seeing the woman enjoy their natural little gift, no matter what they claim.

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When they came to my office after I posted the midterm exam grades, I knew exactly what was coming next. First, Todd swaggered into the room, a beautiful but dim-witted boy from my Intro to Feminist Studies class. He wore a tight black v-neck and athletic shorts that seemed to draw the eye to his bulge.

Jessica followed him in, and I pretended not to notice that she locked my office door after closing it. She was a perky blonde wearing a blue plaid jumper that was not quite scandalously short. Her shoes were cute but cheap Kardashian knockoffs.

I knew their type well. Todd was a football player, and Jessica was his cheerleader girlfriend. They were the definition of a power couple, coasting through life on their popularity. During every class, they sat in the back row, flirting and not paying attention. They were here today because I gave them each a D on the midterm, shattering their expectations of an easy A.

So they sat on my couch and launched into the usual pitch about how concerned they were about their grades. Jessica explained their desperate need to pass my class to qualify for their student aid. She wondered aloud why it had to count for such a large part of the grade.

Todd seemed content to let his girlfriend do most of the talking. He didn’t mind a woman taking the lead, I noted with interest. His arm was draped across the back of the couch, and his attention was wandering. He spread his legs wide, crowding Jessica who had to keep hers crossed. I mentally rolled my eyes at the careless way young men seem to expand to fill all available space, while women are trained to shrink.

Jessica kept talking, trying out different excuses. She brought up the idea that students learn in different ways, and some aren’t cut out for exams. We talked about the stress that the current political environment was putting on students. She even brought up the unseasonable heat wave we were experiencing.

When she sensed that I wasn’t going to budge on the midterm grades, she shifted strategies. With studied casualness, she leaned back on the couch. Then she uncrossed her legs, ensuring I would get a peek up her skirt of bright pink panties. She smirked when she saw my eyes flick down, confident that she was taking control of the situation.

As she continued chatting, she let her hand slide up Todd’s thigh, trying to draw my eyes to the outline of his cock. She stopped short of fondling him. I allowed her to see me looking.

My favorite part of this dance is how every student thinks they’re the first to come up with such a cunning plan. I smiled patiently as she shifted the conversation to more personal matters. She talked about life on campus and how she and Todd had met. When she thought she could get away with it, she started asking questions about me. How long ago had my husband and I separated? She wondered aloud if it was difficult for a university professor to find time to date. I agreed that it was, and tried not to chuckle at how obvious she was being.

Encountering no resistance to her new approach, she grew more brazen. Her hand drifted the rest of the way up Todd’s thigh and came to rest on his cock. All the while she continued to talk about how _lonely_ I must be. He looked startled but didn’t stop her, even when she began to rub him through the thin fabric of his shorts.

Finally, Jessica played what she assumed was her ace in the hole.

“I see you’ve noticed my boyfriend’s _cock_, professor.” She stressed the word “cock” to see how I would react. I played my part, doing my best to look shocked. I averted my eyes, pretending to feel guilty about getting caught staring.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, it’s a very nice cock. Would you like to see it?” I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as she gestured for Todd to stand. He did so with an apologetic look, as though he felt more awkward about being a prop in her scheme than anything else.

She grinned wolfishly as she tugged down his shorts to reveal a rather attractive package. A well-trimmed crown of pubic hair drew the eye down the length of his semi-erect shaft to the circumcised tip. I gasped in mock horror and stood up as if I was going to walk out.

“You’re not leaving now, are you professor?” Jessica grinned, delighted at how well her plan was going. She gripped his cock and started stroking. He swelled in her hand, and his head turned a dark red-purple color. “Look how _hard_ Todd’s getting for you.” I sat back down and bit my knuckle, trying to look nervous.

“He likes you, you know. He told me that sometimes during class he fantasizes about you. He thinks about you on your _knees_, sucking his _cock_.” She continued to emphasize every dirty idea, relishing their apparent power over me. I squirmed in my chair. I was only acting uncomfortable, but I didn’t have to fake my growing arousal. I was salivating at the thought of him in my mouth.

“He sits through your lectures and imagines what you would look like with his _cum_ all over your face. taksim escort Isn’t that right, Pookie?” She smiled at him, and he looked away blushing. I caught his eye, and he nodded, his embarrassment outweighed by his growing desire. I did my best to look surprised, though, in my experience, every male student has the same fantasy.

“Oh, professor! Look!” I followed her gaze and saw she had milked a drop of precum from his cock. “You know, It would be a shame to waste that.” She pointed it at me and grinned wickedly. “Would you like to taste it?”

I wanted to cheer at how well things were going, but I made a point of appearing to hesitate before I stood up. I took a deep breath and walked around my desk, pausing for a long moment before kneeling on the carpet in front of Todd. Jessica beamed with triumph and continued to stroke his shaft, aiming it at my face. The bead of precum glistened on his tip. I licked my lips, hoping I looked more nervous than hungry. My heart was pounding with anticipation.

Nodding as though I’d only just made up my mind, I closed my eyes and leaned forward to taste him. I savored this moment before things started moving more quickly. Jessica perched on the edge of the couch, still gripping his cock, eager to see me lose my composure. Todd standing erect before me, the strong taste of his precum on my tongue. The rough texture of the carpet against my knees. The blossoming heat between my thighs.

All hesitation discarded, I opened wide and took as much of him as I could into my mouth, until my lips brushed her fingers. He gasped as I sucked hard and swirled my tongue. I traced around the ridge of his glans before teasing his opening. His head fit pleasantly in my mouth, not too long or thick.

Jessica was grinning in triumph as she continued to stroke Todd’s shaft. She watched, fascinated, as her boyfriend’s cock slid in and out of my mouth. As my tongue danced with his tip, my hands moved under his shirt. I traced my fingernails over his skin and felt him shiver. When I reached back to grab his ass, his muscles clenched and he tried to push deeper into my mouth.

Sensing this, Jessica released him and moved my hands from his ass to his cock. I took the suggestion and began sucking more eagerly. As I wrapped one hand around his shaft, pulling him into my demanding mouth, I let the other cup his balls. When I tickled the sensitive skin behind them, he cried out, and I tasted another small spurt of precum on my tongue.

I was so focused on Todd that it took me a moment to realize something had changed: Jessica had stopped talking. A quick glance confirmed my fear: She was leaning back on the couch, looking unsure of herself.

When she allowed me to take over, a moment of self-doubt must have hit her. Watching her boyfriend moan as another woman went down on him, she worried she wasn’t needed. If I didn’t do something to restore her sense of control, she might decide the whole thing was a mistake.

I sat back on my heels and stopped sucking Todd’s cock. “What am I doing?” I whispered to myself. Jessica shifted on the couch, then sat up straight, looking worried.

She caught my eye, and I let her see confusion and self-doubt. To sell this, I had to allow myself feel it for a moment. The concern that I had let myself get carried away in the heat of the moment. The fear of what this could do to my career.

I saw a tiny flash of relief in Jessica’s eyes as she realized that she was still needed. That without her involvement, this plan would collapse like a house of cards. Then that wolfish grin crept back over her face as she decided to reclaim control.

She moved behind me and dropped to her knees. I continued to look uncertain, giving her the opening to tell me what to do. I felt her settle, straddling my calves, and I inhaled sharply when I felt her lips brush against my ears.

“Why’d you stop, professor?” She whispered, savoring the way her breath on my neck made me shiver. “I can tell you still want that _cock_ in your mouth.” I whimpered a little, and licked my lips, as though I wasn’t sure whether to continue.

I felt her hand on the back of my neck, gently prodding me towards him. Not a rough shove, not demanding. This was more of a suggestion or even a reminder. I allowed myself to be moved, opening my mouth and taking him back in. Todd gasped as the heat of my mouth enveloped him once more.

Jessica left her hand on my neck and continued to whisper filthy things in my ear. She clearly relished the task of keeping me aroused.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I moaned in approval. “You love the way he fills your mouth. You love the taste. How long has it been since you had a cock this hard for you?” (Not as long as she thought.) “But you can do more. You can take him _deeper_.” Again, I felt a suggestive pressure on the back of my neck. I grunted in submission and bobbed my head lower, taking a bit more of topkapı escort him in my mouth.

“Come on, professor. You’re desperate for this, I can tell. You want more. You _need_ more.” I moved faster, sucking harder, swirling my tongue and making loud wet sounds. Jessica breathed huskily in my ear: “Deep-throat him.”

I leaned forward, taking him deeper. I felt his cock hit the back of my mouth and I kept pushing, allowing him to slip into my throat. I heard Todd groan, and though he was as deep as I could take him, I kept moving, rocking my head to increase the sensation. I moved my lips around the base of his shaft. I swallowed his cock until I felt it twitch and I almost gagged. I let him slip out until his tip rested on my tongue once more.

“That was good,” she praised me, “Very good.” I felt her hips grind against me from behind. She whispered filthy things in my ear, encouraging me as I fellated her boyfriend. At the same time, her hands began to roam. She caressed my ass and my hips, then moved up to cup my breasts. The sensation as she touched them, even through my clothes, was delicious. It felt like she was rewarding me. My nipples hardened as she grazed them, sending shivers down my spine. The heat between my thighs grew more insistent.

Abruptly she wrapped a hand around my ponytail and jerked my head back. Todd and I both gasped in disappointment as his cock left my mouth with a rude wet sound. The aggressive move was all the more shocking given how gentle she had been. Perhaps I’d overplayed the “you should take control” card.

“That’s enough of that,” Jessica said as she stood up behind me. She indicated with a tug of my hair that I should rise with her. I bit my lip to suppress the grin I felt and climbed to my feet.

For a tantalizing minute, I wasn’t sure what would happen next. Jessica stood behind me, assertively gripping my ponytail. Her other hand rested on my side, above my hip. I was shivering with anticipation.

Poor Todd stood before us, cock glistening with my saliva, looking confused and horny. I guessed she’d never gotten quite this dominant with him before and he was trying to figure out if he liked it. I bit my lip as I realized that _I_ liked it.

“Take off your shirt, Todd.” Obediently, he pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor. Jessica and I took a moment to admire his undressed body. He stood proudly as we looked. He was in good shape and knew it.

“He _does_ have a nice body, doesn’t he, professor?” I nodded, and she continued whispering in my ear. “But now, don’t you feel a bit _overdressed_?” I couldn’t help but grin. This was going to be fun. I nodded, and she kissed my cheek before turning her attention to Todd.

“Pookie, I want you to undress the professor.” It was a simple direction, but he looked unsure how to begin. I could practically feel her eyes roll as she clarified: “Start by removing her top.” I bit my lip to avoid showing how pleased I was with “their” plan.

He stepped forward and started undoing my buttons. When he looked down my shirt as it began to open, I was glad I wore a sexy bra today. He stumbled with one of the buttons, and I worried he was going to rip the silk. But when I moved to help him, she tightened her grip on my hair and said: “No, no, professor. Let him do it. He’ll be careful.”

After an achingly long minute, Todd finally got my shirt unbuttoned and untucked. I shivered as his hands touched my skin when he helped me slip my arms out of the sleeves. He started to drop it on the floor, but Jessica (sensing my concern) snapped and gestured for him to drape it over the back of my chair.

When Todd returned, he waited to be told what to do next. I could hear Jessica’s smile as she said: “Now take off her bra.” He looked excited and stepped closer to us. I prepared for a bit of fumbling as he reached behind me. But he surprised me by deftly unhooking it and slipping the straps down my shoulders in one smooth motion. Apparently, he’d practiced that.

As he stepped away to place my bra on my desk, Jessica released my hair and walked in a slow circle around me. She surveyed my body, allowing her eyes to take in all my exposed flesh. She paused in front of me, making a point of letting me wait.

Finally, she nodded, satisfied with what she saw. As she walked behind me to unzip my skirt, I saw Todd was also staring. I tried to mirror his self-confidence and straightened my back to stand proudly under his gaze.

Jessica helped me shimmy the skirt down my hips and step out of it before laying it on my desk. Now I stood in the middle of my office, wearing nothing but heels, thigh-highs, and a lace thong. Todd watched with hunger in his eyes as Jessica stepped behind me again.

Her hands crept up my sides and cupped my breasts. She began teasing me, alternately squeezing and then lightly pulling on my nipples. I laid my head back on her shoulder and moaned when tüyap escort she kissed my neck. Her hands were warm, and her lips were soft against my skin.

“You’ve got lovely tits, professor.” I purred appreciatively and was surprised to find a small part of me was glowing from her approval. “See, Todd thinks so, too.”

I lifted my head to look and found Todd staring lustily at my breasts. Then his eyes drifted down my stomach and along my hips before lingering on the thin lace fabric of my thong. I returned the favor, allowing my gaze to drift down past his navel. His cock twitched when I looked at it.

Sensing the direction of my gaze, Jessica grabbed my ponytail and jerked my head back again. My heart was pounding with excitement. I felt exposed and vulnerable. Was this the next part of her plan? God, I hoped she was going to let him fuck me.

With my head angled back, I had to look down my nose to see Todd. I watched his gaze return to my chest, rising and falling with each breath I took. My nipples were stiff from his girlfriend’s teasing. The areolas had puckered and darkened, demanding attention. I shivered and watched goose-flesh prickle my bare skin.

“Todd,” Jessica said, and he glanced over my shoulder, making eye contact with her. “Show the professor how much you like her tits.” He wasted no time, dropping immediately to his knees and grabbing me roughly.

I cried out in surprise mixed with pleasure. In contrast to the gentle teasing Jessica had been doing, Todd was urgent and demanding. His hands squeezed and gripped and pulled. He wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked hard. I felt his tongue swirl against my sensitive skin the same way I had done to his.

Gasping in pleasure, I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, pulling him closer. He responded by sucking more of my breast into his mouth. I nuzzled his head and buried my face in his hair. After a minute, I gave him a nudge, and he switched to my other breast, giving the abandoned one a comforting squeeze.

Jessica pulled my head back again to expose my neck. She kissed and nibbled her way along my shoulder. When I felt her shift as if to move away from me, I grabbed her hair and pushed her face against my neck. She responded by sucking on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.

What turned me on more than anything was the forbidden nature of what we were doing. Here I was in my office sandwiched between two of my students. The door was locked, but I could hear people walking past in the hall. My hands tangled in both their hair, pressing their mouths against my body. I was wearing little more than an increasingly damp thong. The room was full of sexual energy, like a dam about to burst.

Jessica’s free hand moved along my hip. I gasped as she slipped under the lace waistband and her fingernails grazed my hip bone. I tightened my grip on her hair as her hand moved lower. She ran her fingers through my trimmed bush. I moaned in anticipation of the wetness she would find next.

Instead, she let me go, stepped around to my side. Before I could cry out in disappointment, she touched my cheek, and her lips met mine. Our kisses were soft and sensual and left my knees weak. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling. Her tongue teased against my lips until I parted them and responded in kind.

I could have kissed her like that for a long time, but soon another hand grabbed my chin and turned my face away. Todd’s mouth pressed against mine with urgency. I could feel the bristle of his five o’clock shadow on my skin. His tongue probed between my lips, aggressively pursuing me. I felt like I was melting under the intensity of his need.

While he kissed me, Jessica slipped my underwear off. A moment later, she gently separated us, leaving me panting with desire. Todd looked disappointed for a moment until she squeezed his cock and gave him a long, wet kiss.

“Just a second, Pookie. Let me help the professor get more comfortable.” He grunted in agreement, and she led me to the couch. I sat, and she had me lay back and scoot down until my ass was hanging off the edge. Kneeling on the floor next to me, she grinned and spread my legs.

Todd was shamelessly masturbating at this point. He stroked the length of his shaft, rubbing his thumb over his glans with each pump. His eyes locked between my thighs, desperate for his girlfriend to give him permission to fuck me. But she was having fun making him wait.

“Oh Todd, look what you’ve done to the poor professor.” She rubbed her fingers over my lips, spreading my juices around to prepare me for him. “She’s _dripping_ for you.” I cried out as she slipped a finger inside me. When she pulled it out, a creamy string of my wetness stretched between my pussy and her fingertip.

Todd knew better than to move without Jessica telling him to do so. He stayed where he was, breathing heavily and touching himself.

“Look at her squirm,” she said, spreading my lips with two fingers. “I think this poor, lonely lady is in desperate need of a good fucking.” She looked at me innocently, as if this hadn’t been her (my) plan all along. “Is that what you want, professor?”

“God, yes,” I whispered, arching my back and wiggling my hips to rub her fingers against me. I was watching Todd’s cock and imagining how it would feel inside me.

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Chapter 4. You might want to read the first 3. This one is short. Longer ones are in waiting. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

Sunday was a yell fest with my mom. Finally Monday came around and the school week started. I couldn’t remember a time when I actually wanted to return to school after the weekend.

I walked into class and sat at my seat. She winked at me quickly then started a lecture about this and that. We turned in our projects and then started some busy work. I took my usual seat by her desk as the class started to get busy with the work.

“I miss you,” I said softly.

“I do to,” she said as she started clicking away on the computer. “I wish you could stop by, I need you,” she continued. “I am getting wet just thinking about it.”

“I am ready when you are,” I replied.

“Not as easy as you thought,” she teased.

“I guess you were right,” I conceded.

Mr. Cooper, the science teacher, walked into the room and headed towards us. The gay looking man had a question to ask. Although we didn’t really think he was gay he had a strangeness about him that made you think he was. He was very different and most didn’t care for him. She dashed me a get lost look as he rounded the corner so I stood and started to walk away.

He stopped and started to ask her something. I turned with my pencil and pretended to stab him. The class saw and erupted with laughter. He didn’t even turn as he talked to her. Sarah was smiling and trying not to laugh as I finished the joke and continued back to my seat. They discussed something and then he turned and smiled to the class. He exited as I got one last stab at him before he left. There were more giggles as the door shut.

“Okay class,” Sarah laughed, “time to settle down and stop encouraging him to do such silly things.” “Although,” she started, “never mind.” She shook her head with a laugh and sat back down, crossing her legs in her short skirt, the most revealing one she had worn. It rode way high on her thigh and showed a lot of those sexy legs. Grr I said to myself as I returned to her desk.

“You decide where and when and I will find my way up that little skirt of yours in a hurry,” I whispered. She continued to click before she answered.

“I don’t know sweet,” she said. “It’s not like I can walk out and do my own thing like last week, he is home for now,” she continued.

“I know but we can meet down the street from my house and talk about how freaking difficult that project was last week and that we don’t need another,” I barked.

She snapped up and asked, “What?” A student stood at her desk with a question. She realized why I changed the subject quickly. “Well, we won’t have another for a few more weeks,” she replied in tone with my fake conversation. She focused on the other student and did her best to answer the question. They left and she returned to clicking and thinking.

“So how about me checking under that skirt,” I asked quietly. She just clicked away for a minute.

“Hey,” I asked a little louder.

“What’s the matter with you,” I asked?

“Sorry its nothing,” she said.

“What’s the matter,” I asked again, more serious this time.

“He’s just mean, that’s all and I can’t take it,” she replied. “Then küçükçekmece escort you come in here and are so nice and perfect, I get wet just thinking about you and it’s so hard to think about not going somewhere with you,” she continued.

“Well I’m sorry for that,” I replied. “You know I would take you far away if I could.”

“I know and trust me I wish I could,” she replied.
The bell rang and the class emptied out.

“We got five minutes and a closet,” I teased.

“I am not that despite yet,” she said. “I don’t think I can bring myself to that.” “What if we get caught,” she asked?

“Okay,” I said. I leaned in and kissed her softly and quickly. She pulled me back and kissed me hard with passion. I loved the feel of her soft tongue as it ran across mine. Her hand wandered to my cock. She broke and looked at me, her eyes said it all.

“You have to go now,” she said blankly.

“I think I do,” I replied. If I leaned back in for one more, all the things on her desk would have been on the floor.

“I will be thinking of you,” she said.

“Me too,” I replied as the door shut. I headed for the bus and home to my nightmare. She locked up and headed home to hers.

The rest of the week went much like Monday, all talk but no action. By Friday we seemed as though we were drifting away. Her husband had not made plans to fix the Columbia deal and I was wrapped up in practice and work at home. Things weren’t looking good.

*******

I walked down the aisle at Wal-Mart and looked at the new magazine they had about trucks. I pulled one off the rack and opened it up. “Nothing really interesting,” I sighed. I glanced over and spotted a hot girl walking by. I focused in on her ass. It stuck out just perfect in jeans that didn’t have back pockets. They allowed the viewer to see how perfect the ass was. A white little tank top had slid up and revealed the skin between the jeans and shirt. I did a double take.

“Shit that’s her,” I cried, “Sarah.” I tossed the magazine down right in the isle and started to follow her. She rounded the corner and continued walking as she didn’t hear me calling. I had a lot of ground to make up as I weaved around the display cases of various stuff.

I rounded the corner and looked hard through all the people and carts to try and find the short blonde with the braided hair. I saw just a flash as she turned down an aisle at the far end of the store. Fuck she moved fast I thought. I pushed on with a quick pace.

I got to the area where I lost sight of her and looked down one aisle. Crowded and lacking the hot blonde I wanted so I moved down one and looked. Half way down that one was my target. A smile hit my face.

She reached up to grab something as I moved down the aisle amongst the people. I reached out to touch her ass but was bumped by somebody. I turned as she turned and we saw each other. She flashed the go away signal with her eyes as I started to open my mouth. I turned and looked as an average looking Italian man grabbed her arm and pulled her along gently. It was him I thought, it’s asshole.

I looked him over. 5 foot 11 with a slight build, starting to go bald, little beer şişli escort gut, greased back hair, and just a overall bad aura about him. He looked like something from the sopranos’ but had a hot ass blonde stuck on his arm. What the fuck I thought. I’m not giving up that easy.

Anger pulsed through my veins, I wanted to strike this asshole down. I had all the tools to do it but knew better. I remained calm and just followed at a distance. He pushed the cart with her at his side and turned down the next aisle. I rounded the corner and saw them looking at boxed dinners.

He twisted her arm and barked something to her. She turned and looked hurt. She put something back as he stuck his head into a freezer and rummaged around for something. I moved closer. She turned and whispered quickly, “Meet me at the bathrooms, go quickly.”

I didn’t waste any time, I turned and walked directly to the bathrooms and sat on the bench right outside. I sat and sat until I thought she was trying to get rid of me. I stood in disgust and walked right into her. “Quickly,” she huffed, “in here.”

She pulled my arm into the women’s bathroom. The door shut and she jumped into my arms and started kissing me. We spun our way into a stall as she released and locked the door. “Finally,” she cried as she returned to kissing me.

“Let’s make it quick,” she huffed. I didn’t know what she wanted but I knew what she liked so I unbuttoned her hip hugging jeans and pulled them down. Her bikini cut panties came off with them. I leaned down and smelt her snatch. I inhaled the deep earth and sweet smell as my hunger for her grew. I stuck my tongue out and touched her week old shave job. Her course hair poked my tongue as she sighed. I just got a taste of her as she bent her knees and gave me better access.

“Wearing your get lucky panties I see,” I puffed between licks

“All week,” she sighed. She kicked her flip flops off and worked to pull her leg from the tight jeans. She freed one and set it up on the toilet to allow my tongue to further penetrate her puss.

I wasn’t just going to give it to her and not get any back. I had waited just as long or longer to get it so I thought quickly. I pulled some paper from the roll and handed it to her.

“What is this for,” she asked? I stood and pulled my jean shorts down, boxers and all. My cock sprang out and was ready to go.

“We can’t fuck in here, can we,” she asked?

“Just hush and do a hand stand on the seat,” I ordered. “Use the paper so you don’t have to touch the seat.”

She didn’t even question my imagination now, it had never let her down before. She pulled her other leg from her jeans and was naked from the waist down. She turned and bent down to grab the seat. I grabbed her hips after a quick smack of the ass and flipped her up. I pushed my back against the wall and thrust my hips forward. She bent her knees to keep them from sticking up over the stall and I leaned down and buried my tongue into her cunt.

“Fuck yes,” she cried as I worked quickly to make her cunt come. She reached out and started to jack me off. Fuck I thought. I could have done that from the floor if a hand job was all I was going to get. şirinevler escort She sensed that and shifted. Her hot mouth covered my cock and my knees started to shake.

“Just tell me when,” she huffed with pleasure and mouth full of cock.

It didn’t take long. The week of nothing and the heated situation we found ourselves in sent my cock into overdrive. Her puss felt the same as it started getting hotter.

“Soon,” I puffed as she worked it quickly. She felt it swell and shifted her head out of the line of fire. She couldn’t risk a wild shot landing in her hair. My cock swelled and fired a long hard burst into the stall wall. She giggled as it pulsed a second and third equally hard shot into the wall. The fourth fired softer and by the fifth her mouth had returned and she sucked hard to get what little salty cum I had left for herself.

With me having got off, I grabbed her hips and pulled her. She flipped back onto her feet as I moved to sit on the seat. My legs couldn’t handle the excitement. I pulled her by the ass to my face and buried myself in her puss again. She leaned hard against the wall as the pleasure took her body again. Her nipples pressed hard against her thin shirt and bra as she moaned soft and deep. I worked in a finger to try and send her into overdrive.

“So close,” she huffed, absent of voice just air and barely audible. The bathroom door squeaked open.

“Sarah, are you in here,” the asshole asked? Dam he didn’t give her any peace. I slowed just to a slow, steady lick as she gathered herself to answer. She was right on the edge, I didn’t want to send her over but I didn’t want to lose her.

“I’m in the middle of a problem,” she puffed very steadily.

“It’s been like ten minutes, what sort of problem takes that long,” he asked?

“Just don’t worry,” she huffed as I hit her honey hole again.

“I’m just concerned,” he said.

“Almost done,” she said to the both of us.

The door squeaked closed again and she clenched her teeth as I twisted my finger inside her tight little pussy. It sent her over the edge. She came hard but was nearly silent except for a small whimper or two.

She came down from her high quickly and sat on my lap. My cock ran over her clit and up her front as she sat. “Hum,” she growled, “that was almost another one.”

“Your fault this time,” I teased.

“Soon,” she assured. “That was good, thank you,” she cooed as she puffed. “I have to get back out there,” she said and stood. She bent down and tried to untangle her panties. There it was right in my face, her little cunt peeking out from behind that sweet ass. I licked from her clit to her asshole.

“Oh,” she cried. “Please don’t because I want to sit back down on your lap and bury your cock as far as I can get it inside my puss.” I licked from her asshole back to her clit and pulled away.

“Fuck,” she cried again before stepping into her panties. One quick movement and they were up. She turned and stepped into her jeans. She pulled them up and smoothed them out before buttoning them. She slipped her toes into her flops. She leaned down and we kissed a long, long kiss. She stood right straight up and turned. She opened the door and walked out.

“See you Monday, you just made my week end so much better.” The door slapped shut and the big door squeaked open.

“What the hell took so long,” asshole asked?

“Sorry I had to change”….the big door squeaked shut. I sat on the toilet for ten minutes and wished she would come back. I broke out of my trans and pulled my shorts up and got the hell out of the women’s bathroom.

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Isolde meets Cleopatra, the Greatest Seductress of Men

I left the villagers sated and happy and made my way South. I had ridden my Besom (Broom) part of the way but needed to cross the daunting and cold Mediterranean Sea. My Great-Aunt Baba Yaga had given me a map to get to the Nile and Cleopatra’s Kingdom, where I would continue my lessons as a Sexual Healer. I had heard tales of her beauty and her seductiveness and cast longing thoughts back to my first Love, Medea. How I still missed her soft caresses and kisses. But she was long gone, with Jason, in the Quest for the Golden Fleece.

I stowed away on a Ship sailing for Cairo. I hid myself, for the sailors were terrified and threatened by the presence of a woman in their midst. I could have done with the sexual joy of a man’s penis inside of me but I dared not reveal myself. Instead, every night, I crept out on deck and cavorted with the mermaids and mermen that surfed and played in the sea-foam. I was anxious to give my offerings to Isis and rest in Her wings.

One day, as I sat quietly writing Incantations in my Grimore, I heard otherworldly singing. There was great shouting from the men, as many were so maddened by the sound of angelic voices that they were jumping overboard. They were thrashing in the water and crying out desperately to find the source of the exquisite music. It was the Sirens’ Song…and the sailors were unable to resist it. I leaped upon the bow of the ship crying out, “No! We must go on!” but to no avail. Every last man jumped to his death. In terror, I called out to Isis, begging her to spare me. A rainbow materialized in the sky and a beautiful woman with golden wings held out her hands to me. Do not fear, Child, she spoke in my mind, You will be spared. You have a special mission on this Earth. I shall take you to the Temple.

I awoke in the lap of luxury. I was clothed in silks and being watched by an exotically silivri escort beautiful woman with kohl-lined eyes. She was in a golden tub with jets and being fed highly aromatic food by slaves with gold tunics. Cleopatra wore a gold ankh crown with a jeweled bird in the middle and gold chains with jewels that lay sparkling in her jet-black silky straight hair. She raised a beautifully arched eyebrow as she casually spread her legs for a female slave to pleasure her. As I watched in fascination, the slave parted the lips of Cleopatra’s vagina and lapped eagerly at her sex. Cleopatra stroked her breasts and never took her eyes from me. I felt desire within myself to serve her. The lessons I had learned on Lesbos had served me well.

I prostrated myself before her. I felt the extreme pull of her power as she drew me in with those incredible violet eyes. She held her hand out to me and pulled me into the tub, I lay side by side with her as the beautiful Nubian slave alternately licked and sucked our pussies and rubbed our clitorises. Cleopatra began to expertly make love to my breasts while several young and handsome men came close to the tub. Disrobing, they displayed their large and extremely erect rods. To my surprise, they began touching themselves, pulling at their giant cocks while moaning quietly. Several began to stroke and masturbate the man next to them.

Cleopatra languorously stretched as streams of cum squirted into the tub, covering both of us. I watched in astonishment as she rubbed gobs of semen all over her face and her body. She worked it into my skin as well. Her fingers were lazily tracing my curves just as I was climaxing into the female slave’s mouth. “Which one would you like?” she asked in a silky cultured voice. I nodded to indicate the tallest Egyptian slave with searing eyes and a Staff of Life that easily measured 12 inches. merter escort Another female slave led me to a bed of rose petals and gave me an erotic massage.

All my sufferings and troubles faded away as the slave anointed me with sacred oils that smelled of frankincense, myrrh and other aromatic herbs. Her nimble fingers massaged my inner walls as her tongue found my rectum and wriggled inside of it, setting my innards into another state of orgasmic bliss. The handsome slave mounted me and eased his massive cock into my pulsating cunt. I cried out with pleasure as his thrusting echoed the finger-fucking the woman had given me. Cleopatra watched with pleasure and began to ride the nearest male slave whose penis was still dripping with cum. She dipped her fingers inside of herself and smeared his man-sauce across his gasping lips as he brought her to orgasm.

Seeing the exotically beautiful and sensuous Queen vibrating and quivering as he bathed her womb with his hot cum made me spasm myself and squirt female ejaculate all over the well-endowed slave’s cock. He felt my contractions and gave a final thrust. Then he pulled his giant rod out of me, spraying his spending onto my face. I licked it all up, as it was so delicious. I could feel the Magickal effects spreading and warming my stomach as I eagerly gathered it all and shoveled it into my mouth. Cleopatra regally nodded in approval as she did the same. She passed me a glass of her finest wine. We climbed back into the tub which was filled with the most luxurious soapsuds. We bathed and dressed for the feast.

The Queen’s brothers were laughing and drinking wine. Cleopatra had the attention of every man in the room, as well as a few women. She had so much charisma and made everyone feel at ease. She invited me to Isis’s Temple in the morrow. I fell into a contented sleep that evening.

Isis mecidiyeköy escort was a powerful Goddess. She had the power to create and destroy life with mere words. She brought her beloved husband Osiris back to life and sired a child with him. I felt the pain of missing my own mother as I took in her beautiful priestesses dancing and singing their praises of her. We were celebrating the Vernal Equinox, to celebrate the return of life to the land. Cleopatra knelt at the feet of her bejeweled statue and began to chant:

“Isis am I, and all moons that wax and wane, the stars and streams, the Living and the Vain. I am the Mother. I am the speaking Sea. I am the Earth in its fertility. Return to me, to me, Isis and to my Beauty drawn. All glories of the Mountain and the Dawn. I am the Love and Life of the Divine. I am the Shrine of intolerable Fire. I am the Star of God. Hear, Mother Isis and come to me, Hail to thee, the sole Mother of my Life. I invoke Thee, I invoke Thee, I invoke Thee…”

Isis’s visage began to glow, with love and compassion flowing from her eyes. Her aura was a rainbow and all the high priestesses knelt before her Glory. Tears stung my eyes and I found myself crying uncontrollably. The smell of Verbena drifted in the air as the Temple filled with Light and Love. My heart ached for my home, Where shall I settle? What would I come to be? Why was I put upon this Earth, if not for Love and Healing? Would I ever feel my loving Mother’s arms around me again? I collapsed upon the statue’s bosom, weeping mightily for all that I had lost.

I felt the arms of the Goddess encircle me and a feeling of peace and contentment came over me. You shall be with her again, Child, I heard her words in my mind, You have much work to do. I shall be with you always. When you feel alone and afraid, hold this to your heart. It will give you courage to fullfill your destiny. I will see you in the Summerland, when it is your time.

I blinked. I was alone in the Temple with the faint smell of incense wafting about me. I was clutching an Amulet in my hand. It pulsed with power and glowed an iridescent shade. I kissed the Goddess’s feet as I struggled to my own. It was time to take my leave.

In Memory of my Mother…~sexynursechef~

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Tanya and Seth were friends before they were lovers and what wondrous lovers were they. Each knew what stirred the other’s passions into a virtual frenzy of anxious anticipation until at last, their ritual would begin.

“You know how I love the way you wear those skimpy black panties.”

“And what makes you think I’m wearing skimpy black panties?”

“Because, my love, that’s all you wear.” Said Seth.

“I thought you liked the way they look against my lily white skin.”

“Actually, Tanya, I’d rather you not wear anything at all but your lily white skin”

Tanya’s pouty, naturally burgundy shaded lips were her best feature and she knew it. She pursed them lightly, then blew Seth a kiss, mouthing the words, “You mean like this?” Tanya stood up and lifted the bottom edge of one of Seth’s well worn, oversized t-shirts, revealing the alabaster toned flesh of her perfectly sized, C cup breasts.

Seth smiled in admiration of her still amazing body. The lovers were born just over a year apart, he was forty and she had just turned thirty-nine. Neither one of them looked their age, nor did they act like it. A healthy, unabashed sex life was their key to a successful marriage of nearly twenty years.

He towered over Tanya’s five foot-five and a half frame as she stood there with her warm brown eyes and baited breath, waiting for Seth to answer. “I love you, Tanya. We did it right, we got through college and both became successful in our own rights. We have everything we ever wanted except for one thing. I, … I want us to have a child.”

Seth’s delayed, long winded reply was enough time for the tears she had been choking back to finally release. Tanya looked up with kağıthane escort her moistened lips parted, inviting his kiss. “I love you so much, Seth. I’ve always loved you. I want our baby to have your eyes, your nose and, of course, your smile.”

“And I want our baby to have your mind, your temper, and if it’s a girl, your body too.” Replied Seth. “She’ll be a complete package just like her mommy, a perfect ten.”

“Seth? I know how you don’t like being wrong, but I’m not wearing black panties. In fact, I’m not wearing any panties at all.”

Seth smugly laughed at his sexy lover, “I knew that. Shall we?”

Tanya nodded, “We shall.” With that, Seth whisked Tanya off of her dainty feet and carried her into their cozy bedroom. As they laid there, Tanya’s tiny fingers traced along the rippled stomach and bare chest she had so come to adore. They slowly made their way down to the waistband of his boxers and slid beneath, gently massaging the thickness within. Seth sucked in a deep breath, then moaned in appreciation of his lover’s skillful touch. He eagerly assisted with the hasty removal of his last remaining stitch of clothing, indulging himself in the talents of his beautiful Tanya’s loving tongue-work.

“Mmm…that feels so, so very nice. Oh, my god yes. My balls feel so big and full in your masterful hands, love.” Seth gently placed a hand behind her head, easing his swollen cock deeper into Tanya’s throat as if he were fucking her delicious mouth. The salty, slippery flavored liquid of Seth’s pre-cum only increased the intensity of Tanya’s sucking as she relished the taste of her man’s essence.

Knowing sarıyer escort Seth was nearing his climax, the eminent orgasm gradually building up in his loins exploded with a body wrenching tremor and Tanya got her richly deserved reward.

Now that Tanya had temporarily sated Seth, she knew he could make love to her for literally hours on end before having another orgasm. Maybe even two.

Seth positioned himself between Tanya’s spread eagle legs and raised her pelvis to his lips, mercilessly manhandling her body as if it were a rag doll. Seth’s tongue wasn’t so long as it was extra wide and he expanded and contracted it like an inflatable dildo, easily bringing his beloved Tanya to a rapturous climax. Nothing could make Seth’s cock happier than watching his wife’s eyes rolling back, her eyelids flittering with each passing wave as her orgasm finally crested.

Tanya’s baby soft whimpers of peaceful elation were like music to his ears.

Tanya had the tiniest, most ultra-sensitive clitoris that was almost a hair trigger when it came to anything and everything Seth’s magical tongue coerced her marvelous pussy to do. These ministrations were what gave her the best, her longest and most intensely satisfying pleasures she would ever know.

As did she, Seth had perhaps but one other lover before they met, but he had a feeling his Tanya was the only woman who could extend her climax like it would never stop. The K-Y jelly their friends gave them as a wedding gift still sat unopened, beneath the bed. It would remain there, forever forgotten.

Tanya wasn’t a screamer, nor a biter. She was a deep scratcher, digging her sefaköy escort perfectly manicured nails into the very flesh of Seth’s back. It was all Tanya could do to hold on when the rippling effect of multiple spasms cascaded throughout her body like wildfire.

Again, neither knew whether or not the liquids of others tasted as sweet as theirs. All they knew was an acute addiction to a daily dose of fresh squeezed juice, courtesy of each other.

Last Christmas, Tanya asked if they could try something she heard about from a co-worker. Danielle suggested she try anal sex. She guaranteed that when introduced properly, especially with a sensitive lover such as your Seth, she’ll be an instant fan.

Let’s just say Danielle made the gift list from then on. This became a routine affair, switching positions and discovering such wonderful things as the G-spot. Now, that was something that became a staple, just one more method to achieve mutual satisfaction.

Seth intermittently traded off a darting tongue between Tanya’s puckered, quivering hole and her ever so tight box. Little by little, bit by bit, he gradually loosened Tanya enough to comfortably accept his size. Ass up, face down with both of their combined cum glistening as it ran down Tanya’s inner thighs, she grasped the wrought iron headboard, writhing her elegant posterior as if to beg his benevolent shaft to kiss that spot with every calculative stroke. Seth could thoroughly engross himself in the surreal emotion Tanya invoked upon his gracious soul.

Content as to Tanya’s satisfaction, the most important satisfaction of all, Seth and Tanya together reached a plateau where time stood still and nothing else mattered but each other. Their seed fully spent, their bodies completely expended with this last finale. Reaffirmation was confirmed, love still resides at the Carlton house.

Since Tanya was confident she was still fertile after aborting a first term pregnancy just four years back, there was once again a common goal and two willing teammates with winning records.

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Well, I had begun writing about my first encounter with a girl named Lauren when something else happened. It was inevitable, I guess – though my boyfriend Keith wouldn’t agree – that I allowed one of the guys to ‘push’ me into actually having sex with him. Okay, maybe ‘push’ isn’t the right word; after all, it didn’t take much more than a suggestion, really…because I already wanted it. It’s funny; when girls do it, they automatically take on this label of being a “slut”, whereas guys just become more “studly”. Is that fair? Really? My story about Lauren – my new bff in so many ways – will have to wait. Hopefully you’ll enjoy this brief accounting, in the meantime.

After giving Randy a few blowjobs over the past year (with my boyfriend’s consent, I might add) I was developing a definite crush on his dick. Keith’s dick is nice, as are James’s and David’s, all in their own ways, but whoever said that size matters was NOT lying! Omg, ever since that first rainy day, when I took the sweet juice from all four of the guys, Randy’s dick was the only one I ever thought about! The second blowjob I gave him was just he and I (with Keith watching, of course), and it was, if anything, more wonderful than the first. I came – again! And his load was just as massive as that first time, causing me to lose some of it around the edges of my mouth – again! David showed up shortly after Randy left for his turn – again – and I began to realize that, even though all this was fun and Keith enjoyed the inevitable frantic sex afterward, the part I looked forward to the most involved only Randy. I began to seriously obsess about getting that dick inside other places than just my mouth.

You did know girls fantasize, too – right? Sometimes I think guys don’t allow us that liberty; that they think of us only as the objects of their fantasies. Willing participants most of the time, sure; but the actual sex act is always on their own terms. Well, wake up, guys! Every one of my friends, even back in school, fantasized about the boys we saw, and we all shared those fantasies with each other (in lurid detail, most of the time!) I’m not sure most guys’ fantasies could hold a candle to what we envisioned!

When the third rainy morning came around I looked forward to feeling Randy’s thick cock stretching my lips again, but what I really wanted was to lay him back and climb over him – I didn’t even care if Keith went off the rails at that point – and take him inside me. I didn’t, of course. I did take an extra long time giving him head, bringing him close and then delaying his climax, but after a while it seemed like he just needed to cum. He actually grabbed my head in his vise-like grip and began to “skull-fuck” me (that’s exactly what he told Keith he was doing!) and oh my god, just hearing him say that plugged me into overdrive. By the time he filled my mouth again I had already climaxed once, and was well on the way to my second. Honestly, I think if my mouth hadn’t been overflowing with his cum I might have screamed! He let me swallow, milked another spurt or two in my throat, then pulled out and, as had become his custom, left without a lot of conversation. I wondered if he had any idea how badly I wanted him inside me, or even if he had the same desire. He said very little at work, other than the usual jokes the guys shared afterward.

Then one day last week, when he and I were cleaning up hedge clippings and the others had moved onto another customer’s yard two doors down, he suddenly dropped the rake he was holding, pushed the plastic bag I was holding out of my hands, and kissed me. I was caught totally off-guard; I didn’t even kiss him back, though I might have, if I wasn’t so surprised. He pulled back, still with his hands on my neck, and said, “I think it’s time you and I got together, Stace.”

I stared at him like an idiot for a moment, then I just nodded and said, “Yeah.” Wow, that sounded lame! I took a quick breath and said, “Yeah, we can do that, yeah.” I mean, I was gobsmacked! And then he just picked up the rake and gathered up another bundle of hedge clippings and held it out toward me. He looked strangely at me and I suddenly went, “Oh, yeah,” and picked up the bag again. When he dropped the branches in he said, “So, when?” and I didn’t know what to say. I was still so surprised! By the time we finished picking up everything I told him I’d let him know, and then we went to join the others. Omigod, all I could think about the rest of the day was, I’m finally gonna get that dick!

Yesterday turned out to be the day. We worked in the morning; then, as usual, the skies began to etiler escort darken in the west in the early afternoon. Keith took his truck to deposit the money he’d collected so he could cover checks for the guys, and told us to get the trailer emptied. I don’t get a check; I get mine in cash from him, and I usually go with him to the bank, but the weather was building faster than usual. He said, “I’ll go. Go with the guys to the dump and then have Randy drop you off,” so I agreed. We made the landfill just before the rain hit, then Randy drove us all to our place. Keith wasn’t there yet. David and James got in their own cars and headed out, and Randy waited for them to leave. He cocked his head at me. “My place?” he asked, and with my stomach suddenly full of butterflies, I nodded.

On the way he said, “Janine won’t be home for a couple more hours, but Keith’ll be wondering where you are, so we gotta be quick. I’m sorry about that.” Janine is Randy’s girlfriend; she works as a drive-up teller at a local bank. I had completely forgotten about her!

Without looking at him I asked, “Are you sure about this?”

He looked at me and waited for my eyes to meet his. “Absolutely,” he said, and smiled. I nestled in next to him on the seat, feeling more ready for this than ever. When we got to the house he rents with Janine, he told me to wait in the truck. “I gotta tie up the dog,” he explained. I knew he had a female pit bull named Loretta, but I’d never had occasion to get friendly with her, so I decided that was probably a good idea. I felt funny sitting in his truck in front of his house, but no one had driven past by the time he came back out. He opened my door and said, “It’s safe now,” but I had serious reservations about that, for a lot of reasons.

“What if Keith comes over here looking for me?”

Neither of us had considered that before this moment, but Randy didn’t hesitate long. He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll tell him I was getting a blowjob in advance,” he joked. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow morning, anyway.”

I slapped at his arm as I climbed down out of his truck. “Very funny,” I said. But I wasn’t embarrassed by his reference to my sluttiness; mostly I was horny.

Loretta began barking up a storm when she heard our voices; feeling left out, I suppose. Neither of us cared. As we walked through the front door Randy dropped his hand to my ass. My shorts, I knew, were damp from working in the humid Florida air. I smelled of sweat, and probably the fecund odor of desire, too; but then, so did he. I turned and put my arms around his neck and let him pick me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down a hallway. In the bedroom, he let me slide down him until my shoes touched the floor. He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and unfastened my bra with practiced ease as he leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back, hungrily. We both knew we didn’t have much time. I raised my arms and he slipped my shirt and bra off over my head. He looked at my boobs.

My nipples were hard, begging to be touched. I whispered, “I know, they’re not mu…”

His lips closed over my left nipple, closest to my heart, and the words stuck in my throat. The lightning bolt of lust went right through me, and I arched my back, feeling his hands close around my back as he leaned into me. I gasped. His tongue made a circle around my nipple and I thought I might cry out, but instead my breath became even more raggedy. My hands clawed at his shirt. I pulled it over his head just as his hands dropped to my shorts, and he let me drop the shirt onto the floor before he went back to work unfastening the top button, then unzipping my sweat-stained shorts. My bikini panties followed them to my ankles, and I stepped out of them as he bent to unlace his work boots.

His dick, that lovely thick monster I already knew so well, sprung upward as he peeled his jeans and boxers down, and I took it in my hand as he put one hand on my shoulder to balance himself. By the time he had kicked off his boots and rid himself of pants, underwear and socks, I was leaning over, eager to take him in my mouth. I dropped to my knees before him, my sneakers still on, and he spread his feet widely. His hands went into my hair and he sighed as I closed my lips around his dick.

He didn’t let me suck him long. I think he was afraid he might ‘bust a nut’, as he calls it, before he had a chance to get inside me. I was just enjoying the funky smell of his stomach and balls when he pushed my face off him. “On the bed,” he said, and halkalı escort I stood up. He pushed me backwards with his hands on my waist, and after three steps the bed contacted the backs of my knees. I fell back and he followed me, grabbing my arm to cushion my descent. I spread my legs, ready for him, but he just stared down at me.

“Oh my god,” he said softly, his dick standing straight out just above my right knee. He said, “Let me look at you.”

I lay there splayed out, half-embarrassed, half filled with pride. I know my skin is pale white where my bikini covers it, the rest of my body tanned a warm brown-sugar color. I was suddenly very aware that I’m lean, and not curvy, and I hoped he didn’t mind that. I looked at his dick, my mouth dry, and I felt reassured. It absolutely throbbed above me, full of pulsing hot blood. I wanted it.

“Randy” I said in a small voice, “fuck me?”

He didn’t hesitate another second. His hands went to my thighs and slid under my knees, then he picked my legs up as he pulled me across the sheets toward him, so my butt was at the edge of the bed. I put my arms up over my head and grasped the sheet in each hand. He leaned forward and the head of his cock touched my labia. It felt like an electric shock. I gasped again, waiting for his plunge forward, but it didn’t come immediately. Instead, he rolled his dick against me, back and forth, teasing me, with my legs held high in the air. In a husky voice, he said, “Put it in.”

As my right hand contacted it, I could feel its heat. I aimed it without looking toward the heart of me and pulled slightly, leading him in. The head parted my labia, then slid smoothly past and inside me. He leaned forward as I took him, inch by magnificent inch, until at last he was buried inside me. I could feel his pubic hair against my shaven mons. “Oh god,” I moaned. He began to move.

At first he was slow, deliberate. He pulled back until he was almost all the way out. I could feel my pussy lips being pulled outward, my skin clinging desperately to his. I tried to squeeze his cock head as it hovered at my entrance, unwilling to give that pleasure up so easily. I was a vessel that had been opened wide, a fragrant flower waiting for him to fill me again. Then he pushed forward and I took him back in with a long, low moan in the back of my throat. I could feel, literally, every centimeter, each vein and indentation of his skin as he coursed back into my hotly grasping body. Then, once again, I felt his hair against me, his belly pressing against my mound; his balls softly caressing my ass cheeks. Again he withdrew, although this time, mercifully, not quite as far, and I awaited his full return to me.

This went on for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was probably only a minute or two, before even he could no longer bear the anticipation. He began to thrust deeper and more urgently, and that was even better. Everything he did only served to arouse me further. Now I craved the feeling of being taken completely, hungrily; no matter how hard Randy wanted to bring it to me, it wasn’t enough. I begged him to fuck me harder, “HARDER!” He complied, growing more and more aggressive. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his hands squeezing violently into the tender skin at the back of my knees. I began to climax.

I began to scream.

My orgasm washed over me like a tornado. I went limp as it coursed through me, a virtual rag doll at the mercy of Randy’s controlling hands and rampaging dick. I had never surrendered so completely to a man before, but this was beyond my ability or desire to control. I was practically standing on my head, helpless for the first time. Whereas sex with Keith was usually leisurely and I was often on top, with Randy it was total submission, total abandonment. I shrieked and gasped until my throat was dry. Then I felt his hands slide from my thighs to my ankles, and he was pushing them forward, compressing me back until my knees flattened against my breasts. He climbed up onto the bed over me and continued his assault on my pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and my orgasms continued, one after another, until he released my legs at last and stood up.

But he hadn’t cum yet.

I looked up at his red face. Sweat rolled off his cheekbones as he reached for me, and at his urging, I rolled over and struggled up onto my knees. It took all the strength I had; my legs didn’t want to cooperate, and I wasn’t sure how long I could remain upright like this. I felt the bed move innovia escort as he moved behind me, and his hand pressed down on my lower back. The head of his dick contacted me again and I shivered. In another instant he was inside me, his massive tool moving smoothly into the damp heart of my being. I moaned again, hoarsely. Once again, he began to fuck me, slower than before, building his momentum.

When my next climax hit I collapsed onto my tummy, my arms unable to hold me up any longer. I was physically spent. He rode me down, only breaking his rhythm long enough to reposition his knees, then he thrust again, harder and more urgently. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him, milking his dick for the most pleasure I could get. It was the only thing I was able to by then, but it had an effect. He groaned, then hesitated for just a beat. I felt his dick swell inside me and I knew he was going to cum. He began to thrust wildly, his balls smacking into me from behind. I screamed one last time, sharing his release as he slammed his dick inside me, filling me with load after load of his hot seed.

My scream died in my throat as his groans subsided. And then it was over. He lay on top of me, his sweat mingling with mine in the small of my back as he thrust one last time, kind of half-heartedly. We both lay panting like dogs. I turned my head on the sheet and moaned softly as I felt our juices beginning to flow back out of me, pooling under us. I had never felt so exhausted, or so good!

My pussy spasmed twice, contracting around his dick, which was still thick inside me. I clenched my vaginal muscles in response and it felt good, but Randy wouldn’t allow our last moments of bliss to last for long. He pulled from me and climbed off the bed, smacking my ass as he did. “C’mon, girl,” he said, “we gotta go.” What a romantic!

I didn’t move. It felt too good just to lay there, physically wracked and sexually sated. My hair was covering my face like a damp curtain, but I knew what I probably looked like to Randy. Okay, it wasn’t my finest hour, but I was enjoying it nonetheless. Then I heard, “Oh, fuck!”

I rolled quickly over onto my side and stared up at him. “What?” The tone of his voice had given me a sense of urgency, as if the room was on fire.

He was looking at where we had just lain. “Oh, FUCK!” he repeated, his voice higher, “look at the damn bed!”

The bed was a mess, for sure. The sheets were wet and swirled into a jumble, but it was nothing a little quick straightening-up couldn’t fix. His sudden sense of alarm struck me as funny. “Calm down,” I said, “don’t you have any more sheets?” I got up, a little unsteadily, and put my hand on his back as he stared at the bed.

“You don’t understand,” he said with a note of resignation in his voice, “I never make the bed! Janine’ll know something’s up!”

I started laughing, and he turned to look at me crossly. The expression on his face made it seem even funnier. “Oh, like she’s not gonna smell the sex in here?” The whole room reeked with the fetid odor of sweat and sexual fluids and desire; I could smell it already. I watched the recognition of it come over his face, then he turned and looked me up and down.

“You still got your sneaks on!” he suddenly, and burst out laughing.

He was right. I looked down at my bed and realized my dirty sneakers had made as much of a mess of the pale yellow sheets as our sweaty bodies had. “Oh, fuck,” I said, repeating his earlier assessment. Randy was still looking at me, with more than just humor in his eyes, now. I realized it was time to get back to business, so I bent quickly and gathered up my clothes from the floor. “Okay, you strip the bed while I get freshened up,” I directed, and headed for the bathroom.

When I came out, he was dressed. He held the crumpled sheet in his hand, looking as if he didn’t know what to do with it. “Do you have a washer?” I asked, taking it from him. I was out the door and down the hall by the time he said yes.

“Just past the kitchen.”

I started the wash, changed the sheet set (they only had one yellow top sheet), and put the ceiling fan on high, then we headed for his truck. I instructed him to be in bed when Janine got home, and to tell her he’d messed the sheet up with his dirty work boots. “And it wouldn’t hurt to tell her you don’t feel good,” I said. I surprised myself with my own deviousness, but I didn’t want him getting in trouble. As for Keith, I could only hope my ‘indiscretion’ with Randy hadn’t taken so long it aroused his suspicions. My clothes were now dry, but I was still perspiring, mostly from nervousness. I planned to tell him we got held up at the landfill, but when we got to our place Keith’s truck wasn’t there. I kissed Randy quickly (we never kissed during my blowjobs) and tried not to feel uncomfortable. He asked when this would happen again, and I told him I wasn’t sure.

“It will, though,” he said.

I nodded.

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Another interesting class with her favorite teacher, what could be better than this she thought to herself. Layla had spent so much time with him that they had become more like friends. He had even gone over to her houe for a meeting with other students. He never told anyone but she secretly dreamed of him. His touch, his smell and his lips against hers. Her friends teased her about spending so much time with this man. They would tell Layla that it’s weird to have a teacher’s phone number, email address or to have him over your house. But Layla didn’t care, she was a girl who knew waht she wanted. If only this man wanted her back.

This man that so often ran through Layla’s mind was none othe than Mr. Scott. He wasn’t the cutest teaher or the most popular but he had something that drove her mad with desire. He was older than her by quite bit, he was 53, she knew this because she made him cupcakes on his birthday. It’s as if they knew everything about each other. He never seemed to notice when she would gaze at him with longing eyes during class or would smile sweetly when he would tell her what an amazing person she was. But never did he even show any interest in her.

Little did Layla know, every night when Mr. Scott drove home to an empty house he thought of her. Her soft skin, her gentle hands and her feminine figure in his arms. It was true, he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. When she would gaze at him in class he would secretly return the stare followed by a half smile. He wanted to make a move on his student but he was waiting for the right moment as well as making sure he didn’t lose his job in the process.

The following day at school, Layla walked into class 6th period her long blode hair tied back in a messy bun bobboing behind her. Her eyes met Mr. Scott’s and she smiled a friendly hello. She took her seat as usual. After class she stayed late to talk because she had lunch after his class. This seemed like a routine day for Layla. She stayed after class and spoke to him in a friendly tone hoping today would be that day. beylikdüzü escort He rested his hand on her shoulder and said

“Layla, I’ve been wanting to ask you something for quite a while.” he whispered.

“Ask me anything” Layla replied casually. He inhaled slowly and closed his eyes.

“I couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been acting towards me lately.” he said flatly.

“I dont know what you mean.” Layla answered in a ditzy fashion. She was sure she knew where he was going but she wanted to here him say it.

“I was wondering if you’ve been thinking about me the way I think about you.” Layla smiled and bluhed a soft rosy pink.

“Say no more Mr. Scott, I know what you mean.” She raised both hands and rested them on his shoulders. The hand he had rested on her was slowly falling to her breast. She inhaled deeply as he picked her up and sat her on his desk. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth softly, enjoying the feeling of her forbidden tongue wandering around his mouth. He pulled back and so did she. They gazed into each other’s eyes. Mr. Scott began un-buttoning his blue button-down shirt. Layla saw where this was going and she pulled her pink polo over her head and pulled the hair-tie out of her blonde hair letting a wave of golden locks fall over her shoulders.

Mr. Scott grabbed her and kissed her again reaching around behind her and un-clasping her bra. She let her bra fall to the floor. She reached down and unbuttoned Mr. Scott’s pants. His warm strong hands massaged her breasts. The slightest touch made her wild with passion. Her nipples bcame hard quickly. He kissed her neck as she slid down his pants and kicked off her flip-flops. He kissed her breasts and sucked on her smooth skin. He playfully bit at her fully erect nipples sending waves of pleasure across her whole body.

Mr. Scott finished pulling off his pants and boxers. Layla sat on his desk in awe of the moment he never though she’d see. She lowered herself down on beyoğlu escort to her back on his desk sending some papers fluttering to the floor. She looked up at him smiling. He brought one finger up to her pussy and rubbed slowly and gently. She sucked in air fast. He slowly inserted his finger into her. She moaned with excitement and he began pumping his finger in and out. He then added a second. She moaned as he thrust his fingers gently in and out. With the other hand Mr. Scott rubbed her breasts. She closed her eyes as he added a third finger. She let out a groan louder than before.

Mr. Scott saw the look of pleasure on her face, her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side and her back arched slightly. He knew it was time to do what he had wanted to do for so long. He asked her, “Are you a virgin.” Layla blushed a deep scarlett when faced with this question. She was a virgin but she didn’t know what Mr. Scott would think if she told the truth, but she did it anyway.

“Yes” she said in a small voice no louder than a whisper. He smiled not because he was hapy or sad, but because he accepted this fact. Layla was now sure she felt comfortable with him inside her. Mr. Scott sensed her comfort and he spread her legs wide enough for him to stand in between. He took a deep breathe in unison with her. He slowly slipped his cock into her awaiting pussy. She moaned loudly and gasped. Mr. Scott stopped allowing her to adjsut. Then he began to slide the rest of it into her. She moaned and panted. He looked into her eyes deeply and her eyes told him that she was ready.

Mr. Scott began to pump in and out of her slowly at first. She moaned and gripped the sides of the table. He began to pick up speed. Layla gasped loudly as she felt it, Mr. Scott had popped her cherry. He stopped thrusting and looked at her with concerned eyes. She smiled and let out a silent giggle. He began to thrust again deeper and faster. She moaned and closed her eyes as he went deeper. She felt the rythem of his bizimkent escort pounding cock going in and out of her.

“Harder. harder” she moaned as he picked up speed again. He flicked at her nipples and held her hips steady. Layla could feel something strong inside her wanted to be freed.

She moaned louder and louder “Ahhhh” she groaned as he pounded her harder. He smiled and closed his eyes as if fucking her was the most delightful thing he had ever done. Layla felt the sensation from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She arched her back an let out a small scream as she felt a feeling unfamiliar to her. Warm liquid mixed with blood flowed out of the pussy. Mr.Scott saw this a thrust deeper and harder than before and soon enough he had come as well.

She lay on his desk out of breathe and at a loss of words.He stood there contently gazing into her eyes as he had done the whole time. Neither of them said a word but it was as if nothing needed to be said. Mr. Scott looked at his watch and gasped softly.

“I have a class in 5 minutes.” he said with little expression in his voice.

Layla froze, realizing everything that had just occured, she was laying naked on her teachers desk with class arriving in less then 5 minutes. And surprisingly she was unusually calm. She got to her feet, her knees a bit weak. Mr. Scott walked over and helped her find her balance. She blushed and looked away smiling. She quickly found her thong and skirt. She clasped her bra and slipped it over her breasts. She pulled the polo over her head and hopped into her flip-flops. Mr. Scott as well was dressing. He picked up the papers that had fallen and he helped Layla gather her things. The school bell rang loudly disturbing the silence. Mr Scott looked at her and she looked back.

“See you tomorrow.” She said. A smile spread across his face,

“Yeah I guess you will.”

She giggled and clutched her books to her chest and walked out of the room. Mr. Scott let out a deep breathe and thought to himself, did that really happen or was I dreaming. He sat down at his desk as if nothing had happened but as he was fixing the already neat stacks of paper on his desk when he found something. Something to prove it wasn’t a dream. A plain black hair-tie that once held back his favorite student’s hair, a reminder of this day that would stay in his memory for the rest of his days.

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Chapter 02

A holiday with extras

The sight of my growing cock delighted her even more. I saw her eyes widen, driving her brows up. When I looked to her breasts her little rosebuds were taking form. I stood as she got to me, extending my arms in the offer of a hug.

She brought her body to mine, pushing my cock down and between her legs, as she stood on tiptoe. She clasped my cock tight as we kissed. Our lips caressing and sucking each other before our tongues entwined as I caressed her neck and back.

“I’ll have to give you another quickie,” she whispered in my ear as she broke our kiss. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

She was pushing me back to the bed. I sat as my calves touched, and she crouched, pushing my knees apart. She reached in and grabbed it around the root, bending forward to take the head and rub it across her lips, then let her tongue snake out and started brushing the tip.

Her hand started stroking me. I moved my hand over hers and brought it further up the shaft, then held on to it as she resumed her ministrations. I pushed her hand faster as she started squeezing my head with her lips, the thrill increasing by the second.

She had it in her mouth and was stroking the underside. I squeezed her hand as my frantic pumping increased. The sight of her looking into my eyes as she pleasure me was pushing my lust for completion and the ultimate release.

As my hips started jerking she held just the tip in her mouth. I watched her gulp the first load down as a second, feebler spurt followed. I’d not had three orgasms in a day since the first few days with my old girlfriend.

She was sucking and licking at the last dribble, the increased sensitivity enhancing the pleasurable afterglow of the release itself. She stood and I could see how moist she was, the musky aroma awakening my salivary ducts.

She held me off as I reached to pull her to me.

“No, really, we have to go and eat. I’ve got to get things up and running. I’ve only got half an hour.”

I pushed myself up and let her lead the way. We walked down at a brisk pace, her sandals slapping the walkway. Within minutes we were joining the back of the queue.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but the cops want to take two of the servers. I’m having to transfer all the essentials across,” she said in a hushed voice.

“Their probably just fishing,” I whispered back.

“I don’t know. They’ve had an FBI man here as well, I hear.”

“Oh, yeah? Who saw his badge?”

“I don’t know. I just heard gossip, you know, from our security guards.”

“Take it with a pinch of salt.”

“Salt?”

“Sorry, it’s a colloquialism; believe it when you see it. Make any more sense?”

“I know that Jason has been charged with thirteen counts so far.”

I began to put the food on the tray, finding a nice size steak, with peas and mashed potatoes. We took our food to the table up in the corner. Just Jackie was there. As Jane hurried through her meal I talked to Jackie.

She asked me about myself and what England was like as a place to live, saying that one of her uncle’s had served in the USAF over there. Jane was soon standing and giving me a light kiss as she said sorry for rushing off.

I continued talking inconsequential’s as Jacinth joined us, and then Jo came.

“Hi,” she exclaimed as she placed her tray down next to me.

I was sat hugging my second cup of coffee. Here seemed the only other safe place from my cabin.

Jo ate and joined in the conversation as Jackie went up and got me more coffee. My English circadian büyükçekmece escort time was bedtime so I was glad of it .

As Jacinth and Jackie finished up their coffee and left together Jo moved her chair closer.

“Would you like to come for a swim later?”

As a former (unremarkable) member of the uni swim team it was the perfect bait.

“Yes, that sounds fine. I’d be glad to come,” I replied.

I’d been meaning to find time for at least a weekly swim to help pull me back into shape. And there was her shape to admire too.

She took a last mouthful and picked up her tray. I picked up my cup and followed as we shoved the things on the ‘dirty’ belt and left. She led me through into the hotel proper and up a flight of stairs. There, in front, was a wide pool with lots of people lounging around it.

“I always like to come as a pair,” she informed me. “Usually with Jane.”

My walk home had taught me that lesson as well. Looking around, I saw only same sex couples with some mixed groups.

“It must have cost a fortune to build this place,” I commented.

We were walking over to some loungers that looked vacant, the little table in between standing bare.

“It’s due for redevelopment soon. He bought it out from a luxury wilderness outfit liquidation. He wants to add more rooms and tennis courts and things.”

“I imagine it’s gorgeous here in full summer,” I went on, making conversation as we sat.

“Oh, yes. Clear blue, sunny evenings, lying out on a boat in the quiet, the waves gently rocking you. You can smoke a spliff out there and be anywhere you want.”

A waiter came up, the tray and his manner marking him out despite the lack of a uniform. Jo ordered a vodka and fresh orange juice while I favoured a wine and asked for a medium white.

“Have you got a girlfriend? I don’t see a ring.” she asked as the waiter left with our order.

“Well spotted,” I commended her. “No, I don’t have a current,” I continued, knowing where she was going with this.

“Are you fucking Jane?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to fuck me as well? I’m tired of men faking it.”

“Can I ask Jane first if she minds?”

“She won’t. I’ve shared men with her lots of times.”

“At my place, I take it?” I asked.

“Ah ha, mine’s shared.”

“Mind if I have a swim first?”

“I’ll sit here and watch, ok?”

I stood and walked to the pool’s edge, diving in and swimming for the far end. After three lengths my layoff caught up with me. I climbed out at the far end. I could only guess the number of eyes that followed me back; I was looking straight ahead after the first few steps.

She stood and handed me my wine, holding hers and her bag in the other as we turned and walked back across to the stairs. The nearer we got, the harder my cock got. The sole guy we passed did a double take when he realized the erection I was sporting.

She took hold of it as we entered, walking me across to the bed.

“Lay down?” she asked me.

I eased myself onto the bed. She followed behind without releasing her hold, straddling me across the hips. She bent forward and started to massage her fanny with my cock, pressing the head and spreading her juices up and around her clit.

I reached out and took her firm nipples, pulling and twisting them as she stroked herself on my cock.

“Oh, that feels nice. I can’t wait for it to fill me. I haven’t had a big one like yours in months.”

As she said it she moved forward and pushed the head into her entrance, slowly fatih escort easing herself down until it was fully inside her.

“Oh, that’s so good.”

She squirmed, leaning forward to place her hands on my ribs then she began to bounce. Slowly building the tempo, words came tumbling from her.

“Yes… Oh, yes…. Ohhh…. Oh, yes…. Jebus.”

My cock was beginning to feel the punishment of her wild ride. My balls were aching by the time she had her first orgasm, giving only brief pause before pounding against me again.

As the second orgasm swept through her and she let herself lay on me, my cock began to lose its rigidity. As she pushed herself back up my abused cock slipped out.

“Oh,” she murmured softly and let her weight fall back onto me.

She put her hands up around my neck and pulled our heads together, giving me a passionate kiss, her tongue diving straight in and massaging mine. I pulled my hands free of the breasts now pressed against me and wrapped my arms around her.

As she finished the kiss I put my mouth to her ear.

“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit below par. Jane had first dibs and it’s been a long day. I’ll do better next time,” I whispered.

“It was still fun, but I’ll take you up on that promise. A boat trip tomorrow evening sound good? I know a place on the other shore that’s nice.”

“I’ll put it in my diary.”

She gave a quick laugh and slipped to the side of me, snuggling close with a hand cradling my balls.

I felt my shoulder being shaken. As I opened my eyes her face loomed large in mine.

“See you tomorrow, lover boy.” With that, she gave me a soft kiss and turned and left.

Jane came into my room not long after Jo left. I’d almost fallen back asleep and it took a moment to register her presence. I turned to see her approach.

“Jane, you all finished?” I said sleepily.

“Did you fuck her?” her voice had an edge that brought me wide awake.

“Yes,” I said in a matter of fact voice, casually easing my way to sitting on the edge.

“She’s not fair. I knew she would.”

“Did I do wrong?” I inquired, reaching my arms to her. “She said it’d be alright ’cause you shared.”

“Not everyone. Sometimes they can be special. Oh, never mind. I’d just thought….”

“Hey, you’re nicer than her. Do you want me to say no more?”

“No, you’d better not. You can be extra nice to me instead.”

She said this as my arms enfolded her. She half sat on my knees, her body pressed to mine as she leaned in to kiss me. I felt like a schoolboy with a crush with the thrill I got from hugging and holding her. I also felt the soreness of my cock as it attempted to respond.

As our kiss got more passionate I brought my arm to the side of me, and lowered us back, onto the bed. As our kiss finished I brought my hand to the back of her head and pulled her into my shoulder.

As we lay quietly together, I asked her, “Are you finished for the night?”

“Yes, it’s all up and ready for tomorrow, though it’ll be really slow without those two servers.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“I was going to. I’ve been waiting for Jo to leave.”

“I’m too fucked to do anything much. My cock’s complaining that it’s being abused. I’d like to give you a tongue job though. I only got a taste last time,” I said, moving my hand to her breast.

“We can just sleep if you want,” she told me.

“Oh, ok. It was just a thought.” The nipple I was playing with was getting aroused, firming up in my fingers.

“Turn over, esenyurt escort then, if you want to sleep,” I told her. “Let me spoon you.”

With my arms both under and over her I cupped a breast in each hand and held her tight against me. In a short time I was asleep.

I woke in the morning with her cuddled up to me and gently stroking my back and kissing my neck.

“Morning, sleepy head,” she greeted me as I stirred.

“Jane,” I mumbled sleepily.

She drew her nails down my back, making me shiver with delight.

“What time is it?” I asked as she brought her face to mine.

“Breakfast in half an hour,” she replied. “It’s about quarter to seven.”

“I need a shower. You wanna wash my back again?” I asked, before kissing her on the nose.

“I want to stay here warm and cosy with you.”

“We can come back to bed after. I feel all yucky and I need to pee.”

She moved back, freeing me. I rolled over on the bed, twisting my feet out over the edge. She followed, wrapping her arms around my chest as she came behind me. I felt her hot breath on my shoulder as she licked me.

I half turned and we kissed over my shoulder.

“Come on,” I urged her. “Let’s make a fresh start to the new day.”

I stood as she reluctantly released me, turning to take her hand.

“I want to hold it when you pee,” she said.

“Come on, then,” I replied with a chuckle.

She took my proffered hand and walked to the bathroom with me, leaning around me as I stood at the toilet. She took hold of my cock and I put my hand over hers to pull the foreskin back. As the amber liquid splashed into the bowl she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“What do you call it? The last English guy called it his todger. I love that name; it gave it character.”

She milked the last drops out and gave it a shake.

“When I was little I called it my ‘Willie,’ I suppose I generally use ‘cock’ nowadays but there’s lots of names for it. My favourite is ‘Beef Bayonet,'”

“Oh, I’ve never heard that one,” she exclaimed, taking a moment to think, then declaring, “I like that one, too.”

I laughed again, thinking of all the other names I’d heard it called.

“Do you want to see how I pee as a boy?” she asked.

She moved me aside and arched her hips, opening her legs. I stood to the side watching as she pulled her lips apart with her fingertips and let go a stream of her own water.

When she was done she bent forward and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. Her round ass looked so delicious. I reached to it and began caressing her soft skin. She stood back up and with her free hand pulled my arm to her waist.

She threw the paper in and flushed, turning to put her arm over my shoulder, pulling my head to hers.

As she moved her lips to mine, I asked, “So, you gonna do my back or what?”

She kissed me as the giggle at my words broke, having only a second or two of contact as our bodies caught up and pressed together.

“Oh, you,” she protested lightly. “Come on, then, ‘let’s start the day,'”

After we’d showered and dried we had a ten minute walk to the cafeteria to be among the first to breakfast. We were near finished when Jake came in and came over.

“Janey, everything ok?”

“More than ok, bro,” she replied, gleefully letting the smile curl her lips. “You’ve met Jonathan?”

“He’s wearing my sandals,” he replied. “You’ve got a nice one there, the size of him.”

I’m sure I blushed; I felt the flush to my cheek.

Jane laughed. “You’re just jealous this time.”

She turned to me. “Jake’s my brother. He got me the job here, said it’d keep me safe from men.”

It was my turn to laugh, which came out more of a snicker as I tried to suppress it.

Jake seemed caught for a smart reply. “Makes the occasional one like a treat, then.”

Then he turned to me. “Nice to see you’ve picked the best.”

I thought of Jo and of our promised boat ride later.

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