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Bryan had been working at his job for three years when he got the call. He had been expecting it, these last several weeks, and now here it was. He went into the meeting, and there Chris explained what they wanted.

He was to take three other people with him to Detroit to look at a bank, analyze it, pour over the books, and come back and make a recommendation as to whether his company should buy it or not. Cool. He was there. He had been waiting for this opportunity for quite a while.

And, besides: Detroit. There was someone he knew, someone he talked with on the internet, and now he would be able to meet her.

Bryan got to his hotel room, finally. He took a shower and walked around his room naked. He turned on the TV, and switched it to a music channel. He was debating on whether to stay naked or put some clothes on and get something to eat. Or, he mused, I could stay naked and get something to eat. He wondered how far through the lobby and into the hotel restaurant he could get before being stopped. If he brought cash with him, he could bribe his way to a table before—

There was a knock on the door.

He wasn’t expecting anyone. Well, not really. He had chatted with Kim online, through their blogs and eventually, through email. They had threatened to get together when he found he was going to her city, but it was a playful flirtation. Besides, they were both married. And how would she find him anyway?

Another knock. He tried to think. How much information did he give her? He dismissed this as wishful thinking. Probably someone in his company travel group, he thought. He approached the door, looking around for the clothing he would have to grab. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Kim.”

Holy shit. That was her name, and that was her greeting. He wanted to make sure he handled this right, he wanted to impress her with his intelligence. “Who?”

He heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “It’s Kim. Come on, Bryan. Let me in.”

“Hold on a second.” How dressed should he get? He grabbed his sweatpants out of his open suitcase and pulled them on quickly, grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it on. He opened the door.

There stood this woman he had talked to but never met. She was pretty, and smartly dressed. She looked like she was dressed for a job interview. Reddish-brown hair? He could never tell hair color. Very light makeup, almost a natural look. Older woman? Well, compared to what? She was his age, in her 40’s. Her brown eyes seemed to twinkle, her mouth in a nervous smile. He tried to take in the shape of her body. A little plump, but aren’t we all, he reminded himself. She was shaped nicely, although he imagined that, like most women, she was self-conscious about her body.

All of this in an instant as he opened the door, looked at her, and motioned her in. She quickly stepped in, stood and looked around nervously. “Uhm—are we—are you alone?” She looked up with searching eyes.

He had to make a decision, right then and there. “No, I’m not alone.” Her face dropped, the smile faded, she backed up a step. He stepped up to her, and lifted her chin, looked into her eyes. “You’re here with me.”

She looked at him and smiled, and her entire demeanor changed. He stepped closer, and she dropped her large purse and went into his arms. They kissed. She seemed to melt into him, and her breasts grew warm against his chest as they kissed. A first kiss, the first one, yet filled with passion and knowing. They had known each other for two years, they had just never met. They each moaned as they kissed. Kim’s hands moved down his back to a more comfortable place, on his butt. She held his butt cheeks, squeezed them, she could almost feel them through the thin material of the sweatpants.

Bryan’s hands moved as well. From her face and neck to her back, and down her back to her ass. One hand played from her ass to her side, and his hand was big enough that he was able to keep a hand on her side as his thumb brushed the side of her breast. He moved forward with it, and put his fingers on the top of her breast, right near her nipple, and caressed it.

She shivered and moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Her tongue was warm and wet, and all over in his mouth. Her breath was sweet and hot. Bryan was glad he had just brushed his teeth before she arrived. As her tongue tangled with his, he could feel his cock beginning to grow, and it pressed against her belly. She had had her eyes closed while they were kissing, but upon feeling this, she opened her eyes.

Eventually he did to, to find her looking at him. One of her hands traveled from the back to the front and touched him through his clothes. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body, just to be touched.

Kim guided him to the bed, and he began to speak, saying, “I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know how—”

She cut him off as she directed him to put his back to the bed. “No talking now. We can talk anytime. Now is the time for action.” She grabbed the top of his sweatpants, worked her Cevizli Escort fingers inside them casually as she added, “I remember what we discussed online, but I think I’m going to start with you. That way—” she pulled his pants down—”that way, you will have time to recuperate.” She added, “You’re going to need it.”

She knelt down and pulled his pants all the way off in one quick movement, then guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. He leaned back. She had been eyeing his cock ever since she pulled his pants down to reveal it. And now she grabbed it. It was not a humongous, porn-size cock, but it was more than adequate. And it was very thick. She could not close her fingers around the base. And right up close, at eye level, it seemed big. The head was smooth and glistening, some pre-cum already dribbling out. It was rock hard.

Each touch, each movement she made with it elicited a moan or a noise of some sort from Bryan. He leaned back, but his head was up, watching her. He wanted to see it. Alright, he wants to see it—

She put her head close and stuck her tongue out, and tongued the head like an ice cream cone. She didn’t bring it into her mouth yet, just tongued it, top side, and edge where the head meets the shaft. She felt his cock quivering and jumping in her hand, throbbing under her tongue. She knew instinctively that he both wanted to cum right away, and wanted it to last. She would make it last. This was a special time for them. She wanted him to never forget how good this was. She wanted to give him the best blowjob he ever had in his life.

She turned her head sideways and ran her open mouth up and down his shaft as she pressed her tongue against it. She did this several times, on all sides, top and bottom. Bryan was moaning louder and louder, too. He alternately watched and bent his head back in ecstasy. He wanted to watch, to see her mouth and tongue at work, but the pleasure was to much for him, and all he could do was lay his head back and writhe in pleasure.

Kim was licking the bottom his cock, and the base where his balls met. Wow, she thought, these are some gigantic nuts! She put her lips on them, and realized she would never get them both in her mouth at the same time. But one at a time she could. She first took one, then the other, gently into her mouth. She knew from experience that these were delicate and vulnerable. She took one into her mouth, hair and all, and gently sucked as she ran her tongue around it. She used her tongue to move it around in her mouth. She did the other next, the same way, and then spread his legs apart slightly and licked the sensitive underside of his balls, the taint.

All of this had been going on for many minutes—Bryan could not keep track of time, and Kim was in no hurry—and all of this time, his cock had still not entered her mouth. He was dying for it, begging for it, but no words would come out. When she raised up from under his nuts, his cock was right there, full, hard, throbbing, jumping, with even more fluid dribbling from the top. She grasped it in her hand and felt it pulse. She put her mouth near it, and gently blew on it, and looked up at Bryan, and waited.

Bryan’s head cleared out of the fog, and realized something was different. He felt the hand on his cock, and the gentle, warm blowing. He raised his head to see that Kim was looking at him, and waiting as she gently blew air at the top of his cock head. She was waiting for him to look. So that he could watch as she slowly licked her lips, wetting them, and then opened her mouth a little bit, and put her lips on his cockhead. Then she pushed her mouth onto it slowly like a Popsicle, letting the cock open her mouth for her. Bryan’s entire body shook, and he moaned loudly. Kim thought he was cumming at first, but nothing came out, and his cock was not doing a spasmodic jump like it did when guys came. He was just enjoying it very, very much. He was in the complete throes of ecstasy.

As she continued to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, she alternated with some head licking, and shaft licking, and then would go back to the full mouth treatment. She would start slow, and then pick up the pace gradually, and pump his cock with her mouth. She could feel the cum rising in him, feel his balls tighten and pull up to his body, and his breathing pattern would change, and he would begin rocking his hips into her mouth.

Then she would back off. She let go completely, pulled her head back and stretched her neck and waited. His cock was straight up and down, and jumping. A tiny drop of fluid seemed to jump off of his head, and landed on her arm. She licked it off. His breathing would return to normal, or at least slow down, and he wasn’t moaning as much, and then she would do the same thing all over again.

It was more pleasure than he could take. Bryan was delirious, moaning and bucking; he couldn’t form a coherent thought. The electricity running through his body was immeasurable. He had never experienced this much of this kind of pleasure. Escort Cevizli Any blowjob he had experienced in his past was just that: in the past. He remembered his first one, quick and clumsy. But it was still good.

He remembered “training” his previous girlfriend to give head. She was willing, but had no idea how. He would work his shaft with his own hand, while her mouth kept a firm grip on his cock head. Gradually, he got her to use her own hands, and also to slide it deeper into her mouth.

She got pretty good at it. But the important thing was, she was willing to do it and did it often. He could stop by her work in the middle of the day and get a blowjob. Some days she worked alone in the office, and no one was there. She would lock the door, he would pull it out, and she would suck it. He would cum in her mouth, zip up and then leave to go to his job. That night, he would fuck her.

He remembered the ones his wife gave him before they got married, how great they were, and how that well seemed to dry up. He would still get some head on occasion, but never as much as he wanted, and never to completion. Except one time, he got up early on a Saturday morning, the kids were staying over somewhere, and his wife was up already, sitting at the kitchen table, working on a project, He walked around in his underwear, opening cabinets, opening the fridge, looking around.

She said to him, “What are you looking for?”

Then and there it occurred to him. He came over to her, and the bulge in his underwear started to grow. “Just looking for a little action,” he said, and flipped down the front of his underwear. She just looked at him.

“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” she asked.

“Not ‘what I’m going to do with it,’ what you’re going to do with it.” His cock was now staring her in the face. She took hold of it and gingerly placed her lips on it, then just began to suck on it, in a very natural fashion. After just a couple of minutes, the excitement of getting some surprise head right there in the kitchen got to be too much for him, and he unexpectedly (to her) came in her mouth. She quickly jerked her mouth away, and got some cum in her mouth, on her mouth, and from her nose to her chin dripped a thick creamy bead of cum.

Bryan was pretty happy with himself. He had been wanting to cum in her mouth for years—and it had been years since she last allowed this. It felt really good. She stood up, hacking, and said, “What did you do that for?”

As she went to the sink to wash her face and rinse her mouth out, he answered, “Hon, that’s the whole purpose.”

And now he was back again. He floated back and forth through time and space, anchored by his cock in this woman’s talented mouth and hands. Again she stopped right as he was on the brink. He had no idea how much more he could take, and what he would do about it if he couldn’t take it? Cum? Yes. He had no idea how long it had been going on, but a long time, to be sure. By the clock it was almost half an hour. Kim had stalled again, and was giving her neck a break, turning her head, popping it, stretching it. She shook out her hands. He was lying there with his cock hopping and throbbing, wishing for release. The entire head and shaft were glistening wet from her mouth.

Bryan felt at once like he had come, and also like he still very much needed to. He was ready to grab it with his hands and finish it. He just wanted to come now. His arms jerked at his sides and raised, then dropped back down.

Kim said to him from between his legs, “Are you ready now? Are you ready to cum? I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to shoot the biggest load you’ve ever shot, straight down my throat. Are you ready?”

Bryan just looked at her with a delirious look on his face. He thought he smiled, he thought he said yes, but in fact he said nothing, just looked at her. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.'”

While he lay there with his head back, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small dildo. She stuck it in her mouth and got it wet without Bryan seeing it. This, she thought, is going to do more than put him over the edge. This will throw him over. And then I’ll have him right where I want him.

She had the little dildo lubricated with her own saliva, and then, as she engulfed his cock in her mouth, with one smooth motion she pushed it firmly into his ass. He went from moaning with pleasure to yelping in surprise. “Oh—Hey! Hey! What the—Hey! What are you doing? Hey!”

She smacked her lips as she released his cock for a second and said, “Relax and enjoy it. And shut up and concentrate on filling my mouth with cum.”

And he did, as well as he could. He still couldn’t believe all the pleasure he was experiencing from her mouth, but this new sensation in his ass puzzled him. His approaching orgasm made him tense his legs and butt, and when he did, he could feel his ass squeezing it. It felt . . . Good.

He decided to enjoy it. He trusted Kim, and would let her do anything Cevizli Escort Bayan she wanted, and he knew she was doing this for him. She occasionally pushed or pulled on the dildo as she sucked his cock, or lifted it up and down. But mostly she paid attention to the sucking, as her hands were around the base of his cock and also his nuts.

She was still amazed at how large his nuts were, and even when they were pulled up to him and tight, they were big. She held them and rubbed them as she went up and down on his cock, now with an increasing pace.

Bryan spread his legs out, it just felt more natural that way, and gave Kim more room between his legs. She was bent over, lying on one leg now for support, as she continued to go up and down his shaft. Her hand was gripped around the base, squeezing and, her other hand was slowly kneading his balls.

He could feel the sensation rise in him, like it had twice before already when she had stopped. But now she didn’t stop. She had increased the speed of her head moving up and down earlier, and now, now that it was close, she was careful not to increase it any more, but kept it at this steady pace. The pressure mounted within him and just built and built. He could feel the waves begin to flow over him, slowly, like no other orgasm he had ever had. Suddenly, finally, he had reached the point of no return, and his legs began to thrash and his hips bucked up and back, and his head went from side to side. His moaning became louder, more of a scream. He held onto the headboard and his toes curled as if reaching for something to wrap around.

With Kim’s mouth firmly attached to his cock, she struggled to keep hold of him, and as wave after wave of ultimate pleasure and release rolled over him, his cock released its prize: wave after wave of cum squirted with (what felt like to him) tremendous force and pressure. He bucked a few times and it pushed his cock deep into her throat. Cum filled Kim’s mouth, and she began to swallow it hungrily, even as drops of it dripped out the side of her mouth. She still had her lips around his cock, and was licking it like a melting ice cream, anxious to catch every drop. Some of it had shot straight to the back of her throat, but she had been ready for it, and swallowed it.

Bryan was still in the throes of orgasm, thrashing had calmed down a bit, but he was still bucking and yelling. The yell quieted to a loud moan and continued. Since Kim still had her mouth on him, and he was still hard, she continued to suck as she had before, except more gently, and concentrating on licking up all of the cum. She noticed that his balls had started to relax, and relaxed her grip on them, but still gently massaged them. She licked the sides of his shaft just as she had in the beginning, and then attached her mouth to his head and kept it there while she gently licked it with her tongue and sucked every drop of cum from him. She used her hand to squeeze upward on his shaft like a tube of toothpaste, forcing every last bit to come out.

She marveled at the fact that he seemed to still be coming. It had been a couple of minutes now since he had first started to squirt cum down her throat, and here he was, still moaning and thrashing and delirious with ecstasy.

She decided to help him along.

She grabbed the little dildo that was in his ass and pumped it in and out of him a little bit. Each movement brought new noise from him. And, she noticed, more cum started dripping out of him. She continued to do this, pumping the dildo and sucking his cock, for several minutes as he felt the final waves of his orgasm finally ebb. His legs relaxed, his butt relaxed, he fell back onto the bed, to the extent that he had been levitating. His cock, which had been so hard and throbbing for all of this time, finally relaxed and turned soft, and Kim let it slip out of her mouth and flop onto his belly.

He was moaning softly, and breathing heavily, still not a part of this world yet. She rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up, and deftly removed the dildo from his ass and walked to the bathroom.

He was going to be incapacitated for a little while, she thought. Might as well let him enjoy it, she thought. She wanted to take a shower, anyway, before he did anything to her. From what they had discussed online, she was in for a treat. .. She hoped. Plus, after what she just did for him? He better be good. He better be damn good.

As she was in the shower, she thought about all the conversations they had had online in the last two years. He could make her wet with a single sentence. She was washing herself off, and her hand wandered to her pussy. It was ready. She played with it a little as she thought about all the times she had masturbated thinking about him. She heaved a sigh as she realized that was the closest thing to real sex she had had in several years. How many? Three? And when was the last time she had it good?

She couldn’t remember. But doing herself and thinking about him was better than any she ever had with her husband, the fucker. She stopped fingering herself, thinking, I don’t want to cum now—I want Bryan to make it happen. For real, this time. I want to feel his tongue on me and in me, I want him to suck my clit, I want him to fuck me, I want him to make me scream!

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Hot, rainy day. Sun dress. Water running down her hair, her neck and trickling down the small of her back. Bare feet, walking through a field of wild flowers. She puts one behind her ear.

He is working in the open barn. Sweat covered, shirtless. Muscles flex and relax as he pitches the hay into each stall. The barn is red and fading in some areas. A large wooden door opens to reveal four stalls. And there is a window opening up in the hay loft. He is a farmer, just as his father and his father’s father. He has always know he was going to farm. He loves everything about it. From the hay to plowing his 80 acres with his tractor. Planting seeds for the crop. Even getting up to the sound of the rooster waking the day. The smell of fresh harvested corn and grain. His favorite smell is the way the country smells after a summer rain. He does not hear or see her enter the barn. Silently she moves closer. From behind she encircles his waist with her arms and kisses the skin between his shoulders. He shivers with the coolness of her rain drenched body and dress. Her lips are warm in contrast. She lets her hand fall from his solid stomach down to his belt buckle and then down lower until she now cups him in her hand.

He Alanya Escort knows what she wants. He wants her too. He drops his pitch fork onto the ground. He unfastens his belt, unbuttons his pants and lowers his zipper. He grabs her hand and places it into his faded jeans.

She squeezes and rubs one finger over the head. Making him groan. He turns to face her. She does not remove her hand, instead she moves her fingers up and down his now hardened shaft.

He leans to her kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, chin. Then slowly he presses his lips to hers. Their lips part. Deep searching kiss. He pulls back to look into her eyes.

He kisses her neck. Reaches up and pulls her shoulder strap away, as his lips and tongue dance along her now exposed shoulder. He does the same to the other strap and her dress falls to the ground around her feet.

His hands glide over her wet body to her breasts. He gently squeezes. Taking her hard nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking and catching each one between his teeth.

She puts her hand in his and leads him to the big green Deere tractor that sits in the middle of the barn.

With nothing on her body except her lace panties, she Alanya Escort Bayan begins to climb aboard. But as she places one foot upon the first step, he lowers the lace off of her hips and lets her step out of them as she climbs up and into the seat. He quickly climbs up after her. She is waiting. One leg is propped up on the canopy’s arm and the other leg is spread open as an invitation for him.

Droping to his knees in front of her. He has a hand on each of her inner thighs. He puts both thumbs on her labia lips and opens her up.

Leaning forward, he licks her from her sex up to her clit. She shudders. He presses his fingers into her, all the while lapping his tongue over and around her clit.

Her nails dig into his shoulder. He takes her clit into his mouth, suckling as a new calf would a tit. She moans and gasps for air.

Keeping his fingers moving in and out of her, he raises up to take her breast in his mouth. But she has other ideas.

She pushes him back onto the steering wheel. Gasps his balls and hard dick and licks the head. Slowly and teasingly she slides him into her wanting mouth.

His fingers now entangled in her hair as she moves over him. An animalistic Escort Alanya groan escapes him.

She rubs her fingers over the extra sensitive area just behind his balls and circles his hole with her fingertips. She can feel him quiver beneath her touch. She gently enters him. Just enough at first for him to know what she is doing. Then she moves faster in him and sucks harder, as if dancing in unison. He grips her shoulders, pushes her back into the seat once again and in one fluid motion, he enters her deeply. She screams with excited passion. Grabbing her ass, he pulls her harder onto him with every thrust.

Pushing, pulling, moving to the rhythm of the pouring rain and rolling thunder he enters her over and over. Her body shakes and shivers. She grabs his ass and pulls him still even harder into her. His hips tease and release. His muscles strain under the pressure of his forceful strokes. She screams his name and throws her head back as her orgasm takes complete hold of her. But still he pushes…harder, faster, deeper…he continues. He can feel it growing inside of him. His need to cum. Stronger and stronger the need grows until he cannot control it any longer. With a loud growling moan, it escapes into her. She can feel him throb inside of her. She quivers as she holds onto him. Now exhausted, they climb down from the tractor, lay down in the hay and fall asleep in each others arms, as the sound of the rain falling on the roof of the barn is their lullaby.

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“But you choose,” Bijou’s light growl was right next to her ear again, a barely perceptible breath moving the hair on her neck. “I want to hear what you want. I could drag you off right now, I could just undress you right here and slide up against you, or, I don’t know, just off the top of my head, I could go sit over there and just watch you take your clothes off, kinda slowly, like you would if you knew someone were watching you. Honestly, it would be really hot to see what it does to you, to make you wait a bit. But it’s up to you – tell me which one sounds,” she punctuated her last word with a distinct nibble, just a single light press of her teeth, on Sara’s ear, “…good.” Sara shuddered.

***

There was a long pause, while Sara gained her breath, and thought about what to say. It wasn’t helping that Bijou’s breath was warm and patient on her ear. Finally, she gulped, and whispered, very softly, “The last one.”

Bijou moved even closer, pressing her body up against Sara, and kissed her very carefully, in what was clearly complete adoration.

“Which one, precious? Which choice exactly? I think I know what you mean, but honestly, it would make me so crazy to hear you say it, straight out. Which one do you truly want right now, more than anything, you exceptional creature? You just say what you want, and watch it happen.”

“I….um…” said Sara, writhing back against Bijou. This was insane. It was already so over the top hot.

Bijou breathed in her ear again. “It would kinda send you, I think, to say it out loud, wouldn’t it? I think it would. So what do you truly want, angel? Tell me.” Bijou punctuated her words with a smooth, slow press of her hands against Sara’s form, up her waist, to her arms.

“I want… to undress… to undress myself, to have you watch me…” Sara breathed it, hardly daring to whisper, overwhelmed by perfection. Bijou’s hands had reached her wrists, and they wrapped, slowly and deliberately, those long thin fingers around her, holding her firmly. There was no arguing with that grip, only surrender, only losing control, giving in. Bijou, with suddenly stony power, held her wrists firmly just long enough to guide them behind her, as if she were bound. She moved Sara’s arms and took both wrists into one of her hands, quietly demonstrating what she liked, what she wanted. This is me, being in charge of you.

Sara was breathless, already crazy with hunger, but strangely calm. She knew herself well enough to know that this was where she liked to go, but this was also a dangerous place with which to trust people. She couldn’t afford to lose control with just anyone, and she was always so very close to losing control. What some people perceived as a cool reserve was the thin shell that covered her, kept her from surrendering to the wrong person, or in the wrong way. She was always so close to the edge, so constantly vulnerable to the right voice or the right set of touches. She had to keep her distance. But here, she knew somehow that she was in good hands. Not just good hands, but hands that adored her and respected her, hands that had the skill to take her where she truly wanted to go. Something told her that. Bijou was like her, a volcano, and she seemed to understand.

But she also knew that Bijou was intense, that she had edges, kinks, wild territory. She’d read Bijou’s stories. Bijou could go anywhere, and Sara was a bit intimidated by the impressions she’d had of Bijou’s wild streak. How much of her fiction was real?

She chose, at that moment, to trust. Completely. She felt safe, despite her unfamiliarity with this strange, sharp creature, because at the other end of her surrender was a knowledge, beyond doubt, that she was adored. Bijou’s eyes were undisguised, and the affection that beamed from them was unmistakable, bright as a floodlight.

“Undress for me,” breathed Bijou into her ear. “Nothing contrived. Just you, surrendering. While I watch.”

Sara felt suddenly plain, and completely raw. She didn’t have to decide anything; she couldn’t do anything but hear the voice and move toward it, pursuing her own hunger to its endpoint. She began to undress. At first, she closed her eyes. Bijou had moved away, she wasn’t sure where, but she did feel, suddenly, quite alone, and she let her mind move to those moments when, by herself, she had undressed, she had moved and danced and been seduced by her own images, her own thoughts.

She stripped her shirt over her head, glad to be rid of it. She found herself suddenly immensely impatient, bound by her clothes. Going slowly would have been contrived; if she’d truly been alone she’d have kicked off every stitch in moments, impatient to be rid of the constraint. And so she did – Bijou wanted her real, and dammit, she’d be real. It wouldn’t be a sexy dance, or something from a movie. It would be a finally free, solitary woman who’d been bound into clothes all day when she’d have preferred to be naked, or at least close. Her clothes felt like handcuffs, like a straightjacket, and she needed them off, instantly.

She Başakşehir Escort stopped thinking about the fact that she was undressing as a performance. She tore her clothes off as if they were soaked with poison, eager to get them away from her skin. She dropped them one by one on the floor where she stood, every bond she had. She kicked the skirt away and then unhooked (god, what ecstatic relief) the lacy bra that held her generous breasts like a vise. The latter she balled up and threw, with not a little rage, across the room.

When she got to the panties she stopped. They were hot, and she knew it. She’d always had a bit of a thing for sexy underwear, and knowing that Bijou had a major fetish for lingerie had raised her consciousness about it even further. This piece was one of her favorites. The thought arrived in her head, strangely sudden: Bijou would want me to leave these on.

Free now, her skin felt fresh and hungry, and she stretched, ran her hands up her sides to cup her breasts, and she kneaded her shoulders where the tension always sat, dragging her hands along the muscles, breathing deep. Free. And I know what Bijou is seeing right now, and I think I might even know how she feels about it. I think I might already know…

She opened her eyes, finally, and looked across the room, where Bijou had coiled herself back on the couch, her legs folded under her. She held a glass of wine, which was deep red against the background of her skin. Her face was blissful, amazed and amused all at once.

“O my god you are so fucking beautiful,” she said in a measured, peaceful tone, her eyes never leaving Sara’s form. “You just make me speechless. Jesus Christ you’re hot. You’re like, better than Christmas.”

She uncoiled then, and stood up, moving toward where Sara stood, frozen. “And that was easily the finest striptease I’ve ever seen. It was real. And leaving these on,” her hand now reached for the french-cut bikini Sara had worn, knowing it showcased her ass perfectly, not knowing why that was going to be important on this particular night, “leaving this on, which looks stunning, by the way, was a very nice touch.”

“I thought you’d like it,” breathed Sara, and found that what she said was true; that honestly, she had considered this entire scene quite early in the day, and though part of her had denied the possibility, another part had known, and had made plans.

“Oh, the word like doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about that,” said Bijou, her hands running firmly all over Sara’s form. There had been no preamble; she’d just walked over and begun to pet every inch of Sara’s skin, watching her own hands as they traced the curves of Sara’s body, up and down. As if she owned the place, thought Sara, and smiled inadvertently at the phrase.

“I take it you like what you see,” said Sara, feeling sassy. “Or are you just studying Braille these days?” Bijou laughed, and gripped her a little harder. “Gods, you’re a smartass. I love that about you. Alright, Ms. Mindreader, yes. I am a little overwhelmed at this moment. You have, and this may sound blunt and unromantic, but that’s how I am, so that’s how it comes out, one of the finest pairs of tits I’ve seen in a damn long time. God, those are spectacular.” Bijou’s own breasts were rather small, nicely rounded handfuls that fit with her rangy frame. Sara envied the fact that Bijou never had to wear a bra, but she knew that her own breasts were, in fact, the kind that everyone seemed to love. It was almost worth the trouble to have that automatic appeal.

Bijou continued, although her eyes – and for that matter her hands – were still fastened on Sara’s cleavage, “I mean, the rest of it is unbelievable as well, which doesn’t surprise me. But you’ll pardon me if I focus on one thing at a time. Or two, as the case may be.”

“I could get you something for the drool on your chin, if you like,” retorted Sara, who was amazed at how sharply her mind was still working, given the fact that she was riding an insanely high edge of arousal, stoked by the fact that Bijou was now running her thumbs, and occasionally her tongue, over her nipples and up to the edges of her collarbone. It was hysterical, and yet even within the fog she felt her smartass inner voice, usually a hindrance in these situations, awake and amused. Whatever she felt like saying, it would be alright. It would be correct. There was no playacting necessary.

Bijou snorted. “Nice. You may have to. I’m pretty entranced right now. If I’ve gotten all stupid you have only yourself and this spectacular body to blame. You’re just what I’ve always wanted. I must write to Santa tomorrow and thank him.” She continued to mostly just stare at Sara’s various body parts, running her hands up and down, gripping here, stroking there. Sara was nearly insane with the touch.

“So were you going to fuck me or just stand here and admire the paint job all night?” she said, and then couldn’t believe it had actually fallen out of her mouth. She’d intended to lean a bit toward the submissive Başakşehir Escort Bayan and respectful, knowing that it was a conventional dynamic with someone as toppy as Bijou. But Bijou cracked up, and as she moved in toward Sara she widened her stance so that she stood lower, and suddenly they were face to face.

Bijou slid both hands down to Sara’s ass, cupping it lovingly. “Keep being a saucy bitch like that and see where it gets you,” she said, “because I really like it when you mouth off. It’s the first thing I ever loved about you.”

“But,” she continued, suddenly standing back and grabbing Sara’s hand, “Don’t think I can’t still think straight, just barely, even with the onslaught of that immense hotness.” She began walking toward the hallway, clearly heading for the bedroom and dragging Sara by the hand as if she were leading a fellow nine-year-old toward the Double Secret Treehouse. “Cause I’ve had some really cool ideas about you and I’ll tell you all about them while I’m fucking your brains out, ‘kay? C’mon.”

Sara, her mind blown and a wide amazed grin emerging on her face, allowed herself to be led down the hall.

***

In the bedroom there was no preamble. The opera had faded in the next room and Bijou punched a button on the stereo in the bedroom. It was one of her mixes, with everything from Led Zeppelin to the Cure and Juno Reactor, all energetic and mostly instrumental. Then she turned immediately to Sara, and without warning shoved her backwards onto the bed. Sara fell, and then relaxed and laid back, giggling. Bijou’s expression was terrifyingly mischievous. She moved toward the bed and knelt between Sara’s spread legs, looking down. Without any warning, she grabbed the panties Sara still wore and yanked them down and off. “These are lovely. They are stellar. I may build a cathedral to them later. But they must go now,” she said, and threw them over her shoulder before she sat back, looking Sara up and down.

“What does it like? How does it work, exactly? How do I wind it up and make it go?” she murmured, pretending that she was merely talking to herself. “And how on earth am I going to wrap it?” Sara didn’t understand the last question, or perhaps she’d misheard, but it was too late to think about it anymore because Bijou had bent down and curled her forearms suddenly under Sara’s thighs, lifting them up off the bed and spreading her open. Suddenly her thighs were clamped firmly in Bijou’s grasp, and Bijou bent down and ran her tongue, with no warning, round Sara’s clit, once, twice, and then stabbed deep against it, making Sara writhe. Being touched suddenly, without any preparation, made her realize that she was already just inches away from coming. It was agonizing, and then just as suddenly Bijou pulled away and watched Sara rise and fall, almost spasming in surprise at the quickness of the move.

“It is all I can do, just everything I can do right now,” she murmured, releasing Sara’s legs and laying them down gently onto the bed, “not to simply lean over you and devour you and take you straight over the edge, and myself as well. But you deserve my best attempt at self-control. And I did say I had some ideas. That is, if you like them.” Sara lay, completely relaxed, feeling like a treasured pet, like a jewel being admired. Or, judging from Bijou’s edgy grin, a meal about to be consumed.

“Your pussy looks incredibly sweet, and I really want to see more of it,” she purred. “But if I touch you right now I may not keep my promise to myself, that I was going to take my sweet time and torture you like I’ve always wanted to. So how ’bout this idea,” and her voice sounded completely sweet and reasonable even as her words lit little fires all over Sara, “How about you do it. Run your hands down, and stroke that lovely rose open, and show me a little more. Let me see your fingers, moving, and open that flower all up so I can learn all about you. What do you think, would you go there if I asked you to?”

But Sara was already doing it, hypnotized by the straightforward voice. Her hands roamed down her belly, rounded her hips, crept toward the center, and her mind strained and snapped as she found herself doing exactly that, shameless, drawing the lips of her pussy apart with her fingertips, letting one finger play around the divisions, flicker across her clitoris, making the pearl rise and harden.

“You wouldn’t come, would you?” Bijou’s voice hummed suddenly close to her ear. “Not without, like, letting me know before hand so I could stop you if I wanted to, right? Cause that’s another of the ideas I had, and I wanted to run it by you, see what you think. No don’t stop. Here, let me echo that. Let me learn that move,” and she traced one of her own fingertips down Sara’s torso to press in against her clitoris, stroking the little pearl round and round, then stopping suddenly when Sara’s hips began to rise.

“Oh you are stellar, and juicy, and I want to put my mouth on you right now, right right now,” said Bijou, “But I’m really concerned that I’d make you Escort Başakşehir come if I did that at the moment, and I really want to see exactly what it does to you to make you wait. And wait.” Sara moaned, writhing against her own hand. Bijou took her hand away then, and Sara whimpered in genuine hunger as her fingers were brought up to her own lips. They were moist and honey-scented, that familiar perfume.

Then she felt Bijou’s hand slide down her hip, find the valley of her thigh, and move inexorably in, until there were fingertips sliding delicately between her lips and into her, so slowly as to be almost imperceptible, except that with every millimeter she was invaded, shocks ran through her entire body, subtle and white-hot.

“Completely relaxed,” breathed Bijou into her ear. “Just breathing, just relaxing, just letting go, while I tell you my idea. Oh. Oh my god that’s sweet,” she added, almost plaintive, as her fingers slid smoothly in, deep and delicate, and explored, almost without motion, deep along the inner ridges of Sara’s cunt, pressing the flesh inside, feeling the muscles flutter.

“I want to make you come so bad right now I can’t even remember my own name,” she growled softly. “More than anything, at the moment, I want that. But I have this idea, and I don’t want to bias you,” she moved her fingers, just a flutter against the soft upper wall of Sara’s slick pussy, “by getting you into an altered state or anything. It wouldn’t be fair.” Bijou’s soft voice stayed steady and hypnotic, overpowering Sara with words alone, with the steady purr in her ear. Sara was so close to the edge her thighs trembled, and she moaned.

“I’m thinking about offering you to Will as a sort of present. Like, all tied up in a bow,” said Bijou, punctuated her sentences with more little flutters of her fingertips, pressing in, rocking her hand gently against the juicy gate, and pressing her teeth, gently but distinctly, round Sara’s nipples. “I really think that might be easily the nicest present I’ve ever given him.” At the sound of Will’s name, and the memory that he had been the starting point of all of this, Sara gasped. She had wanted him for so long. For a moment the thickness inside her, now three of Bijou’s long fingers beginning to slide slowly in and out, became his cock, thrusting in, and the idea alone made her entire body shudder.

Bijou recognized the response. “Oh yes,” she purred, grinning, “we mustn’t lose track of the fact that at some point, he’s going to show up here. I certainly haven’t forgotten that. And I’m thinking it’s going to be relatively soon.”

She began sliding her fingers deep, rhythmically in and out of Sara, fucking her, distinctly and firmly now, but watching carefully to make sure she didn’t get too close. “Relaxing, precious. Just relaxing and breathing. Letting it roll over you. Oh those are lovely noises,” and they were; Sara was keening now, moaning with every breath, hypnotized by the sensation of being split up the center by the insistent, maddening rhythm. Fingers. Cock. Whose. Everyone’s. Just fuck, just fuck me. Forever. Just fuck me forever.

But suddenly it stopped, the fingers slid slowly out of her, and her whole body went wild, shuddering. She heard herself growl, genuinely frustrated. The ideas rolling randomly in her head crashed together and broke like waves. Her completely feral need to come. The hypnosis in Bijou’s voice, and how much she wanted roll over and slam everything she had into this maddening woman, and the sheer, soul-deep panic, off in the distance, of the idea of Will’s arrival. It was too late for any control over the situation, and she surrendered, finding herself suddenly, surprisingly, amused. She was in it, and there was no turning back, and this was what she’d wanted all along anyway. Will. And bijou, this maddening, hypnotic catalyst, taking her over, every inch of her.

***

Bijou realized that she had had Sara on the edge for ages, and while she truly wanted to offer this armful of roses to Will in the heightened state it was in, she also knew that making a delicately wired creature like this stay on the edge too long would be cruel, and counterproductive. Sara was truly desperate now, whimpering plaintively, her pussy undoubtedly throbbing and hungry beyond rational thought. She needed to be spread.

Spreading was something she’d tried before, but she wondered if it would work on someone as close to orgasm as this, and on Sara, given how much of a hair trigger she had. But it was worth a try.

“Come down, baby,” Bijou crooned, almost maternal. “Come back down a bit, and breathe. Think about the top of your head. Think about your heart.” She began the acupressure, the smoothing of her hand upward over Sara’s torso, spreading the heat down along her legs to her feet, firmly so that her touch was more healing than sexual. Then up, up the center of her torso, up to her scalp, which bijou massaged gently, releasing the snakes that had gathered and coiled there. It seemed to be working. Sara sighed and seemed to relax. The tension went out of her hips and her hands released the bedspread, which they had been clutching tightly. Bijou knew she was feeling the arousal more generally now, all over her body, and that the congestion of both blood and energy that had centered around her hips and pussy was spreading through her body.

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The drum was missing.

That much Catherine noticed right away as she pulled the sheet and comforter from her body, as she sleepily untangled her feet and swung them to the floor. For weeks now, upon awakening, her eyes automatically went to that space on the wall, between the wardrobe and the window, where Sean hung his bodhrán and beside it his tipper in its pouch. That was gone too. Or at least it wasn’t hanging on the wall, for when she gathered her watch from her bedside table she found it there, sitting on top of its pouch. But why would he leave it behind, unless…? She felt a sudden flush of embarrassment. Which was silly of course. Why should she be embarrassed? She was a grown-up, in full possession of her faculties, and what she did in her own private… Still, she wondered what he would think.

She picked up the tipper, holding it by the smooth knobs at either end. She had held it this way in her hands every morning for the past week. But now that it seemed to have been placed there at her bedside, on purpose, she held it more tentatively, more gingerly. She brought the tipper up to her face, sniffed at it. She had been careful so far to wash it afterwards. But now she thought she detected a faintly incriminating odor. She insisted to herself that it must be her imagination. Yet she set the tipper down abruptly on its pouch.

She had thought very little about it, really had no reaction, when Sean said he was going to take up the bodhrán, take lessons, and maybe even play at a local session. Good for you boyfriend, she told him. I hope it works out. Besides, she had enough on her plate to worry about. She was stressed. And the fact he’d found himself yet another past-time to amuse himself with only made her feel a little envious. This kind of thing was easy for him. He was a more or less stress-free techie. He parachuted into a business, mystified everyone with his network magic, tinkered everything into a new rhythm, and was gone and on to the next gig without a second thought.

For her it was different. Sales was not like that, she told him. It was a way of life. The competition was serious. It was for full time professionals not amateurs, even the good-for-you kind of sales she was in, educational supplies, books and software. To Sean this was all a foreign language. He just didn’t get it. But he did understand when she told him that it was getting to be too much for her, that she needed to take a bit of leave, a few weeks at least, just to decompress.

With the time off and the time to reflect she realized it wasn’t just the quotas, the long hours, the competition that stressed her. It was the whole process of sales. Deep down it didn’t seem like productive or legitimate work. She didn’t make anything, or provide any essential service. It wasn’t like being a doctor, scientist or even an engineer. All she did was facilitate the exchange of goods. Sure, she had chosen the most wholesome category of goods she knew. There was nothing unwholesome in the kind of software and textbooks she sold. Still, sales was sales. It wasn’t straightforward. When she got into a room with prospects, when she made her presentation, the game was on. Subtle and not-so-subtle coercion, manipulation, self-serving shadings and shapings of the truth — in short, she had a bad conscience.

Sean only laughed at these kinds of qualms and misgivings. You’re a peddler, a drummer, Sean told her, an old and honorable profession. Go with it, and be happy. Sure, drummers have a bad reputation in some people’s eye. They see them as too aggressive, even pushy, but in the right place this aggression isn’t pushy, it’s just the pulse of life, which everyone has — if they’re alive. It’s just another set of protocols. I work with them every day. You learn the protocols and you play. It’s your rules of engagement. People expect you to play by those rules. They expect you to work your magic. They resist your sly persuasions, but they’d be disappointed if you didn’t try them. If you were too straightforward they wouldn’t take you seriously. Besides, you have to leave the impression that they’ve knocked you down a bit, that they’ve earned a bargain. And you can’t do that by giving them the bottom line from the start. And she had to admit that it was true that no matter how much people claim they don’t want to be gamed or sold, they expect, even demand that you play. At the start of her career she tried total transparency and unvarnished İnnovia Escort truth. But it was like making a movie with no sound track, missing the essential melodies and rhythms. No sale.

She didn’t pay a lot of attention at first to Sean’s own sort of drumming. He practiced almost constantly when he wasn’t at work. But he was considerate, playing upstairs in the bedroom with the door closed, or on the main floor of the townhouse when she was in the bedroom. Or he tucked a towel inside the drum to mute the sound. So his drumming almost always sounded rather distant, in the background.

His drumming became a kind of quiet accompaniment to the daily routine when he was at home, fading almost to a white noise. Yet she began to miss it when it stopped, found herself actively listening for it to begin again: the single strokes, the doubles, the triples, the now familiar Celtic rhythms. Sean’s drumming began to seep by stages into her consciousness, at first only inducing a kind of feeling of comfort and relaxation, but later morphing into a more definite feeling of well being and pleasure. Lying in her bed on a weekend morning, hearing the sound of Sean’s drumming rising up the stairs, gently penetrating through the closed door, set her hands wandering in arousal over her newly responsive body.

She was a little puzzled by this change in her. Was it Sean’s drumming, or simply the consequences of being off work, having time on her hands, reading those novels? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t going to complain. Nor was Sean. Her more ready arousal flowed into their lovemaking, which became more intense, more frequent, more inventive.

Sean’s first session at Dagda’s Pub settled the question. Being his first, and being only a recent convert to the practice, he hardly had a starring role. He drummed to the side, next to more experienced drummers, trying his best to keep up and keep in time. He did well enough. It was a good start, everyone agreed. But for Catherine it was so much more.

Seeing Sean up on stage as a musician, seeing him embrace that round goatskin drum in his arm, roll the tipper across its surface in rhythms that had already become a part of her — sent a jolt through her most intimate places. She felt an intense craving to do Sean, right there, on the stage. Afterwards, she could scarcely restrain herself. She endured the long minutes of packing up the stage, putting the instruments away, exchanging greetings. On the long ride home she kept these intense feelings to herself. But halfway up the stairs to the bedroom, following behind Sean, she suddenly grasped his hips, turned him around, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. She engulfed his cock in her thrilling mouth, brought it alive, wet and electric from root to head. She sucked with a lust and enthusiasm that couldn’t be taught, or even explained, outstripping all technique.

He was rock hard in seconds. In seconds, he came. Instantly, he brought her around, set her on the step above, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties. He fell as if famished onto her pussy, sucking and licking from bottom to top, striving she knew to give back as much or more of what she had just given him. He pushed two fingers inside, pressing upward, settled his mouth on her clit, sucked it between his lips, licked it rapidly, ecstatically. She too came in seconds. They sat a little dazed afterwards on the steps, wondering what had just happened. Later they went upstairs and made love in a more attentive and leisurely fashion.

They both thought it all a little crazy. They laughed at the idea that Catherine had become some kind of Celtic groupie. But again, neither was interested in over-analyzing this gift, or in turning it down.

Every Friday that summer was session night at Dagda’s Pub, and every night afterwards the real session began, each night more urgently, so that they didn’t even make it to the stairs but coupled on the floor, just after closing the door, or with the door still open. By the end of the first month, Sean hadn’t even left the curb in front of the pub, hadn’t even started the motor of the car, before she had undone his pants and pulled his cock into her wet mouth.

Just as Sean’s drumming at home had insinuated into her consciousness, become a part of her life, now the sessions at Dagda’s Pub organized her calendar, became the axis around which her week turned.

So now there seemed İnnovia Escort a lot of time to fill in between. Weekday mornings and afternoons began to drag, weigh on her a little. She made a point of getting out in the afternoon, using up some of her time shopping, browsing at the library or at the bookstore, or having coffee with friends.

It was good after all to reconnect with two of her co-workers, solid and square-jawed Beatrice, the office manager, and perpetually sad-eyed Margaret, another rep. Margaret managed always to meet her quota despite her melancholy smile, a source of wonderment to Catherine. Hearing them talk about all the familiar minutia of the game, made her again feel the pulse of her working life. Only now she felt that pulse somewhat differently. Before it felt like something imposed, stressfully, by quotas and expectations, from the outside. Now she could imagine feeling it more naturally from the inside, self-generated, fluent and unobstructed. Or at least she felt that possibility. For the first time since she began her leave of absence, she could see herself going back to work, even wanting to go back. She wondered if Beatrice and Margaret ever thought about work in this way, or whether they would understand. But she didn’t know how to ask.

Still, she was not quite ready to go back to work, not just yet, for now things were entering a new stage. The bodhrán, hanging as always on the wall next to the wardrobe, ever more constantly drew her attention. It became the first thing she glanced at when she entered the room, and when she woke in the morning. She began to take it down every day, even before she was dressed — to dust it off, she told herself — while gliding her hand smoothly over the goatskin.

One morning, along with the drum, she took down the pouch with the tipper inside. She slid the tipper out and with it came a small foil packet of bodhrán conditioning cream. It was called Essential Cream. According to the packet, it made the goatskin supple, well tensioned and allowed for the quick release of that tension. Bodhrán cream. Not for personal use, it said.

Not for personal use. It was as if… She smiled to herself. It was unopened. The treatment was obviously overdue. Following the instructions on the packet, she turned the bodhrán over, tore the packet open and squeezed the cream out onto the inside surface of the skin. Removing her underpants — it was all that she had yet managed to put on — she used them to rub the cream into the drum, again as instructed. She was thorough, covering every inch inside.

Tentatively, she turned the drum back over, tapped at it with the tipper. She jumped a little at the resonant sound.

She reached into her bedside table and brought out her lubricant, her personal lubricant, with its tingle of peppermint, as if this had been something she’d been thinking about for some time. In fact it had never entered her conscious mind before this moment.

She squeezed her lubricant generously out along the whole length of the smooth wooden tipper from knob end to knob end, massaging it over the wood. She lay back on the bed, naked but for the drum she placed flat across her hips.

Trailing the tipper up between her swelling breasts she tapped each of her long pink nipples with a slippery knob end. Sean’s drumming ran through her mind, along with a wet, tumbling series of their most recent encounters. She needed little more.

She burrowed her hands under the drum, the left hand holding the tipper between her fingers by the raised disc in the middle, the way she had seen Sean do it, the other hand free to stroke her pussy, gently swelling the lips, exploring the edges of her hardening clit.

Now wet, warm, panting for breath she pushed one knob end into her ready cunt, probing up and forward, pulled it out again, while sounding the drum from the inside with the tipper’s other knob. Quickly she was past being alarmed by the drum’s booming sound. She went on stroking with one hand, plunging and drumming with the tipper in the other, ever faster, going from single to double, to perhaps the edge of a triple beat, until she came hard, intensely, even leaving, for the first time on her own, a wet spot on the bed.

That was a few days and a few delicious repetitions ago. And now the bodhrán was gone. But the tipper was there on her night table, lying on its soft pouch.

She dressed, had her Escort İnnovia coffee, went out for a paper, whiled away her morning, returning in her mind again and again to all that happened this summer, learning the bodhrán.

She wasn’t sure what to think or feel. Did he know? Was he unhappy? Or was it simply an accident that he’d taken the drum and left the tipper behind? And if he had left it on purpose, what was his intention?

It was late in the morning, and she had returned to the bedroom and looked at the tipper several times before she knew.

With the tipper already lubricated in her hand, she undressed in front of the mirror on the back of the door, ran the tipper down over her firm hips, her strong thighs. With her free hand she cupped her large breasts in turn, squeezed her nipples. She rolled one knobbed end of the tipper over her pussy, over the hood of her swelling clit, gently pushed it in below.

With pillows already arranged on the bed to support her head, to raise her ass above the footboard, she lay back, her legs spread before the door.

She wet her fingers in her mouth, made her nipples glisten in the subdued lighting of the bedroom, as she squeezed and stroked them erect. Still gently probing her cunt with the tipper, she explored her pussy with her fingers, memorizing as if for the first time each turn and fold, reading her pussy like a blind woman using Braille.

Stroking around her clit, she listened intently. Her ears picked up distant sounds of the neighborhood: a horn, the hazy rattle of a jack hammer, the chirps of starlings in the trees, a dog barking. Finally, against this fragmentary counterpoint, sounds more close at hand emerged: the careful opening and closing of a door, some steps, some shuffling, the faint thudding of objects falling to the floor, a single drum beat.

She groaned at that opening beat, stroked her pussy faster, listened eagerly as the drum began a steady rhythm, in single marching strokes, as the floor creaked with the weight of barefoot steps

The drumming increased in speed, began to beat in doubles, rose up the stairs, as she matched the rhythm, worked her pussy faster with tipper and hand, took herself tantalizingly close to the edge.

Triple beats began to mix with doubles. The rhythm seem to split, reform, become multiple, arise from many places at once, from inside the room and out, in waves beating against her body and in waves flowing from her body itself.

The door swung open with a breath of air like a stage curtain pulled aside, fully opening to the sound of drumming, fully displaying a naked Sean, his usually calm, open face flushed with excitement, rolling his tipper against his bodhrán, which he gripped against the side of his strong chest, his tight stomach, while his cock, equally strong, stood up straight, bobbing a little as he marched to her bed.

She pulled the tipper from her cunt, guided his swollen cock inside, raised her smooth legs up to straddle his hips. With her legs she steadied and guided his hard thrusts as he kept drumming as they fucked, his cock larger, hotter than she had ever felt, probing, filling, touching every point along the resonating inner surfaces of her cunt, and when after a long, hot fucking every point had been touched, when she was on the point of erupting, she reached up and put her hand on Sean’s arm, as it rotated in its drumming twirl.

Quickly she slid her hand down his arm to where his hand was so rapidly working. Instantly, he understood. He let her take the tipper from his hand. With the tipper she banged, hard on the bodhrán, in loud slow beats, and moaning came in a convulsive hot rush the length of her body. Her moan sent a pulse through Sean’s body, and with a deep groan he too exploded, and kept thrusting in spurt after spurt, overflowing her pussy and pearling along her soft, swollen lips.

In the morning, the bodhrán was back in its familiar place on the wall, with the tipper in its pouch hanging beside it. She pulled the sheet and spread from her naked body, swung her feet to the floor. She stood and stretched, raising her tender breasts as she did so. She felt down between legs. The patch of hair was still a little sticky and warm. She ran a finger along her pussy, gently, as if to groom or arrange its secret folds, pushed her finger inside to feel the thickened fluids of the night before.

Approaching the drum, she tapped gently on the goatskin. She took down the pouch with the tipper inside, slid it out into her hand. With it came a replacement packet of conditioning cream, essential to keeping the drum well tensioned, supple, in good tone, and an excellent medium to mark the rhythmic pulse.

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It was late afternoon and I was heading for home form the care home after visiting my Gran. She was now looking quite frail and had some trouble remembering some things but I still liked to visit her there.

I was taking my usual short cut through the woods when I saw someone walking about 50 yards ahead of me. She disappeared and then reappeared as the path wound through the trees and I recognised that it was Janet, the administrator from the care home. She was one of the things that made visiting Gran a good event and I would catch my breath if she walked past me on the corridors, especially if she was absorbed in reading a file or something and I could watch her shuddering boobs as she walked along. She always said “Hi” and smiled when she saw me I would Say “Hi” back and feel myself blush at talking to her.

I guessed she was about forty or so – a little older than my mom but she looked great to me. She had brown hair flowing over her shoulders or sometimes she had it tied back in a pony tail. She was slim and tall and had these superb boobs which gently bobbed under her blouse as she walked along. She always wore a crisp white blouse and a neat dark blue skirt and I figured this must be her uniform there. Sometimes I’d take a peak through the gaps between her blouse buttons and catch a flash of her lacy bra. Almost every time I visited Gran, I jerked off that night thinking of Janet.

I was a bit surprised to see her walking the path through the woods as I’d never seen her there before and was sure she drove to work. Still, it was fun to be following her and thinking about her ahead of me, imagining those boobs swaying as she walked through the trees. What happened next was even more of a surprise.

She stopped ahead of me and for some reason I stopped too. Then she turned and looked around in every direction and although I thought she must have seen me, she didn’t seem to have and then she hopped over a fallen branch and went into the trees. I was wondering what she was doing and I moved on up to where she had disappeared and I crossed over the branch and followed.

About 20 paces or so in, there was a small clearing and I almost blundered into it when I saw Janet in there and I stopped and hid behind a bush. She moved over to a tree and lifted her skirt to reveal white lacy panties which she then lowered to her ankles and slid them off. Then she squatted down and began to pee. I almost choked watching her as she seemed to take ages dribbling a little stream, then pausing and then dribbling some more, pausing and dribbling again and all the while she kept holding her panties to her face and sniffing them. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed it through my jeans as I watched her.

“Have you seen enough then?” she suddenly asked and raised her head to look straight in my direction. I ducked down but she called out again, “Come on, I know you are there so show yourself!” and she began to stand, still holding her panties and smoothed her skirt back down.

I had no choice so I stood up and came out from behind the bush.

“So, what do you think you are doing?” she asked as she faced me with her hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” I blurted, “I’m just going home and I always use this path.”

“Path? What path? The path is over there so I’ll ask you again what you are doing.” She sounded mad but didn’t really look that angry and I didn’t know what to say.

“I dunno. I’m just going home. I’ve not done anything wrong.”

“So spying on a lady as she takes a pee is doing nothing wrong is it?”

Now I was worried and fired back “Hey, I wasn’t spying, and anyway, it’s you who’s taking the pee in a public place so it’s your fault and not mine if I saw you.”

“So you admit it now do you? Come over here.”

“What for?”

“Just get over here and don’t talk back to me.” Sullenly, and with my hands in my pockets I shuffled over towards her. “So, you weren’t spying on me Mikey, and I suppose you are going to say you never ogle my tits when I walk past you in the care home! Oh yes, I know you do and I’ve watched you do it for a while now wondering what to do with you. Looks like you were enjoying your little spying game too” she nodded down to my crotch and I tried to move my hands in my pockets to cover my hard on but it was obviously too late and then she laughed at my embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s not funny so stop laughing at me” I grumbled, feeling my face flush even more now.

“Alright,” she said “I’m sorry. I knew you were behind me and I wondered if you would follow if I left the path. Don’t be so grumpy now. You enjoyed what you saw didn’t you?”

“I didn’t see anything” I began but she cut me short.

“Of course you did. You were there when I lifted my skirt and you watched me all Bomonti Escort the time I was peeing and the little lump in your pants is proof of that and you saw me sniff my panties too.”
“Do you mean you knew I was there all the time? So you did it on purpose?”

“Of course. I said I’d been wondering for a while what to do with you and now I know. You see Mikey, the thing about you young boys is that you can’t control your cock yet and I just love a teenaged cock which keeps getting hard all day long. So, how old are you? About sixteen?”

“Not quite,” I said “well actually I’m still fourteen for a few months yet.”

She gasped at this and then slowly smiled “My, oh my. You are going to be even sweeter then aren’t you? Do you have a girlfriend Mikey.”

“No, not really.”

“Have you ever made love to a girl yet?”

“No, not yet but I’ve hardly known any girls like that. I mean I’ve just kissed a few and stroked their tits a little but I’ve never even touched one……you know…….down there.” I blushed again and she giggled at my predicament.

“Well, we are going to have to do something about that then aren’t we? So you’ve stroked some girl’s tits then have you? How would you like to feel a real woman? After all you’ve been trying to get a peek of them often enough.”

Now I was really confused, “What do you mean?” I spluttered “are you saying I can touch yours?”

“Come on now, don’t be shy or I might change my mind” and with this she cupped them and held them out to me, giving them a little shake as she did.

My eyes must have nearly popped out of my head as she did this and my cock was rigid as a stuck and beginning to hurt like hell with the pressure as I moved forwards and reached out to put my hands over these beautiful tits. I just stood there with my hands resting on them and she laughed out loud and said, “Are you paralysed now? Don’t just plop your hands on them, feel them and stroke them a little.” I did as she said and I could feel them shuddering beneath my hands as I moved over the front of her blouse, feeling the pattern of the lace beneath.

“Can I put my hand inside?” I whimpered after a minute or so.

“You can do better than that” and she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse to reveal her superb tits encased in a patterned white lace bra. Then she took hold of the centre of the bra and twisted it to undo it at the front opening and she slowly peeled the two cups to the side leaving me gasping as her tits fell free of their restraint. They looked incredible, like out of a magazine, as they shuddered there with oval shaped pink rings in the centre and rigid nipples sticking hard out from these. I needed no further instruction and grabbed at them, feeling the hard nipples prod into my palms and getting even more excited as she took a sharp gasp of breath and smiled at me. “Kiss them” she commanded, and I moved my mouth over each nipple in turn and sucked hard like I was trying to feed.

I felt her hands on my head as she held me to her chest and then I became aware of the panties in her hand. I must have been looking sideways at them as she said, “Do you like these too Mikey? Do you want to hold them? Go on, feel them and smell them.”

I still sucked on one nipple as I took the panties from her hand and ran them between my fingers and thumb, feeling the moistness of them and then I held them to my nose and sniffed her aroma. Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and licked across the wet patch and tasted the saltiness she had left there.

“Oh you are a quick learner, do you like that taste?” I nodded and she continued, “How would you like to taste the real thing?” and without waiting for my reply she gently pushed my head down with one hand as she raised her skirt again with the other. I was on me knees with her grown up pussy right in front of my eyes. I’d only seen pictures in magazines up to now and this looked so much better. I could see the lips beneath a thin neat line of hair and I knew I just had to touch it so I reached my hand out and cupped it around the lips, feeling wetness seep though my fingers as she pushed herself harder onto my hand. Then I felt her pulling my head towards it as she gasped, “Lick it Mikey, kiss me there and lick me.”

I moved forwards and sniffed at her. I could see all the moistness around the lips with a little drop hanging from the middle so I stuck my tongue out and lapped it from her tasting the saltiness of this thick sticky fluid and as she pulled my head tighter to her, I stuck my tongue between her pussy lips and licked along their length. I thought she was going to rip my hair out as she clamped my head onto her. “That’s it Mikey, oh yes that’s so nice. Lick all along there. Mmmmm. Now suck on that bump at the front Bomonti Escort as you lick along my slit and then stick your tongue up into me and swirl it around.” I did as I was ordered and she gripped me even tighter and then she poured a jet of fluid over my face as she yelled “Oh Mikey. Yes. Yes. Now, Oh I’m cuming, Oh yes it’s so good. Now keep going but put your fingers inside me as well.”

I slid my finger into her, then another and another and then I worked the three in and out of her, feeling her muscles twitch around them and feeling my hand getting soaked to the wrist. Then she eased my head upwards and began to kiss me as I kept my fingers moving in her. She began to copy the actions of my fingers with her tongue and pretty soon I caught on and began to copy her tongue with my fingers. As she swirled it around in my mouth, I swirled around in her pussy. As she slid her tongue in and out of my mouth, I did the same with my fingers in her pussy and then I felt her shudder again and she poured out all over my hand as she moaned inside my mouth.

After a few more minutes she broke off from the kiss and slowly eased herself down as she swept my zipper down and scooped my cock out of my pants. “Oh this is so cute Mikey. Now I’m going to return the favour and I’m going to let you cum.” She stroked my rigid cock a couple of times and then licked the tip and swirled the end of her pointed tongue in my pee hole and then she took it all in her mouth in one sweeping movement. For a second or two she held it there and sucked on it and then she began to draw her mouth up along the shaft and back again as she stared up into my eyes.

“Janet wait!” I yelped but she ignored me and with one more sweep of her head I began to shoot my cum into her mouth. The sensation was fantastic and I dropped my hands to her shoulders to support myself as I pulsed my jizz into her. Then she giggled with my cock still fully in her mouth and the vibrations drove me wild again. After a slight pause she started to suck on me again and drew any last drips of cum from my cock. She eased it from her mouth but continued to stroke it and keep it hard.

“Ah, that was so tasty Mikey. Did you enjoy that? Was that the best head you’ve ever had?”

“It was fantastic Janet, I’ve never had that done before. I’ve seen it in pictures but never had it.”

“That’s what I guessed,” she purred “and now you are going to get your first fuck. This is why I just love young cocks. They get hard at the drop of a hat and stay that way.” She was still stroking my cock and she pulled me in to her and lifted one leg as she leaned back against the tree. My cock was cooling as the slight breeze blew over the wetness on it when she eased the head along her pussy lips and I felt her heat there. She held it so that the tip jutted into her opening and said “Now there, just push up in there Mikey.” I edged forwards and started to push up into her as she eased herself down a little to help me and then I was in her! I was actually inside a grown woman’s cunt!

“Now just hold steady for a moment,” she instructed as she moved herself to a more comfortable angle against the tree. I was mesmerised and just did as I was told but my cock wanted so much to move inside her now. “Ok, try to go slow Mikey and slide your cock in and out of me. Oh yes, that’s so good. Fuck Mikey that feels so good inside me. Can you feel me squeeze on you? Do I feel tight on you up there?”

“Oh Janet! It’s amazing. I can feel so much of you and I keep feeling when you twitch and squeeze on me, and there is so much juice running out of you and it tickles as it drips down my balls.”

“Oh fuck! That’s too much! That’s so good, now move faster and push, push, push my little sexy boy” she began to gasp.

“I can’t Janet or I’m going to cum and you’ll get pregnant.”

She flicked her head backwards, exposing her white throat as she began to laugh out loud. “You silly boy, I won’t get pregnant, I’m on the pill. I want you to cum in me. I want to feel your virgin spunk inside me. Come on, move faster and fuck me hard now!”

She had one arm around my back and the other clasping my ass as she pulled me hard and fast into her. She was in full control of me and I began to shoot again. “Oh Janet, I’m cuming again and I’m doing it in you.”

“Yes Mikey, my little virgin boy. Stick that lovely slim cock into me and push hard now, push it inside my cunt. Push with each shoot so that I can feel you squirt deep in me.”

I was already shooting my load but when she started talking like that it seemed even sexier and I’m sure I came more than before. I did as she ordered me to and with each spurt I pushed my cock right up into her as far as I could and she pushed me in hard with her hand on my butt. My cock Escort Bomonti throbbed inside her as she clung to me and she was murmuring in my ear about me being her first virgin and how much of a turn on it was and how mine was the youngest cock she’d had in her and how hard it still was. Then I realised she was right! My cock was still hard and she was tensing and relaxing her pussy around it, almost as if she was milking it.

Some nights when I was really horny I could jerk off twice in succession but I’d never done it three times and here I was, having my first real fuck and I was still hard after shooting twice already. Janet was in no mood to let me go just yet as she continued to pull me into her as she held my head to her chest and stroked my hair. “Ooh Mikey. This is so good. Do you like fucking a fully grown woman? Did you ever think you would be doing this with me when you tried to get a peek at my tits when I was working?”

“They just looked so good when you walked along the corridors I just couldn’t stop looking. I used to jerk off at night thinking of you Janet but I never believed you’d let me do this with you and you’ve just given me a blow job too as well as letting me cum in you!”

“Ha, ha, Mikey, now it’s your turn to take over and for you to be a man and fuck me. Pull out and I’ll turn around so that you can get me from behind.” I did as she told me and she then turned around and gripped the tree in front of her as she bent forwards to present me with her beautiful round ass. She reached back between her legs and waved her hand, gesturing me to move my cock to it as she coaxed “Come forwards Mikey, give me that cock of yours. Oh yes, that feels so slick and ready to get back into me.” She guided my cock into her hole again and pushed hard onto me. “Now stick that thing in me as if you were trying to stab right through me.”

It felt fantastic to be back inside her again and now that I was able to stand up straight instead of bending my knees, I could put all my weight behind pushing my cock into her. I held on to her hips and began to thrust into her. It was incredible to still be hard and my cock was feeling so tender now but I didn’t want to stop and risk her not letting me do this again so I carried on doing what she told me. “Push harder now! Yes. Yes that’s it Mikey. Oh this young cock of yours feels so good and you are like a steel bar in there. Faster now, come on faster and give me your cum again. Now! Now Mikey, cum with me!” and with that she let out a low pitched howl as she twitched her muscles again and I began to shoot my spunk into her for the third time.

My balls were aching now and my cock head was feeling so tender but, at the same time it felt so good and I thrust into her and held on tight, pumping deep into her. I was exhausted and flopped forwards across her back and her legs began to shake beneath us as she eased herself from my cock and then turned and crouched before me to take it in her mouth. I almost yelped and jumped back with the tender sensation as her tongue flicked across the tip of my cock and she giggled at this. “Ooops! Sorry Mikey. I forgot you must be tender now, but your cock is so nice I can’t resist just a little taste.” She drew it gently into her mouth and I felt her bathing it softly in her saliva which she swished around in her mouth before gently easing me from her.

“That was wonderful Mikey. I just knew you wouldn’t let me down, and a virgin as well! That was a major bonus! You were so good and innocent and I like innocent young boys who need teaching what to do. Would you like me to teach you some more?”

“Oh yes Janet, but I don’t think I can manage any more.”

She laughed out loud at that, “Not right now silly! I think you’ve earned yourself a long rest this afternoon. I was thinking maybe you would visit your grandma again this week – like late on Thursday afternoon, after school and when I finish early. That way I might just be driving past these woods when you start walking through and I could stop the car and give you a lift. We can have an hour or so at my place before you have to get home and I can teach you a few more things. What do you say?”
My head was still spinning from this afternoon and the thought of her inviting me again in a couple of days left me gaping like an idiot. She was buttoning her blouse now and smoothing back her skirt as she looked at me with a knowing grin on her face. “Just make sure you don’t tell anyone about any of this though Mikey. I’d be in enough trouble if you had been sixteen or seventeen like I thought but if anyone found out I’d been with a fourteen year old I don’t know what would happen but we sure as hell couldn’t do this again.”

“Oh don’t you worry Janet. I won’t tell a soul about us, especially as we will be doing it again, won’t we?”

“You can count on it Mikey” and with that she turned away and headed back to the path leaving me to ease my cock into my pants and follow her a few minutes later.

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Becoming a slutShe loved talking with her friends over few drinks. Topics varied from lovely boyfriends to dreams about raising a family. Slut was having the time of her life. As they were departing, slut separated from the group to go to the toilet. Anyways, she was going to the other direction.As she was entering the toilets she was blocked by a muscular arm leaning to the wall. Her excuse was stopped by the man saying “Lady, I’ve just heard you talk nice shit for few hours. You need to understand that you are first and foremost a slut. Nothing more”. Slut was in awe, but made no resistance when the man took her hand and guided her to the backdoor. The alley was nothing like the wine bar. First of all, now her hand was feeling a semi hard cock through the trousers. The man had put her hand over there and told to stroke it. “You are not the first slut I’ve teached. You won’t be the last one either. It’s time for you to learn how to be a filthy whore.” Slut was mesmerised. She now realised that she was alone in an alley with a man who was going to fuck her. She could scream or run, but the man, even with his years, was so much stronger. Slut was realisasing another thing. Her abdonem had a new burning sensation. She was getting ready for what’s to come.Slut knew the right words “sir, can I taste your cock?” while kneeling and opening his masters belt. “You fucking slut. You are getting there, but there’s a lot to come” as he opened her mouth and smacked her face with his meaty cock. “Girlfriends give blowjobs, sluts ağva escort mouths are for fucking” was the last thing she heard before he put his thick cock between her carefully painted lips and thrusted his cock in her. She was choking. He had the biggest cock she had seen and now he was pushing her head agains it. She felt how the purple tip went through her throath barrier. “Hah, no gag reflecs. Like a true slut”. Sluts head was still when the man rammed his cock in and out of her. “Now slut. This was a good start” he said and pulled his mest out of her. “Get up! We have things to do”. He pulled her up, lifted her skirt and dropped her knickers. “All wet I see. Slut is prepared”. He then pushed her against the brick wall and lifted slut leg onto a box. “Clean looking slit. That’s a cunt that has been made love by nice boyfriends with pencil dicks”. “Sir, you are right. I’ve been giving it only to the nicest men. Until now. But sir please, I’m not on any birth control”. “I know. I heard. Before you I fucked a hitchhiker. Raw of course.”. He then rubbed his cock up and down in her cunt before pushing in with a satisfied grunt. “You are a slut, that’s for sure, but an A grade slut” he said while lifting her leg even higher and fucking her wide spread crotch.”Now slut. This isn’t just a back alley fuck. You need to learn more”. He pulled his veiny, slimy cock out and admired sluts gaping cunt. He the took her hand and started leading further to the alley. At the end there was amasya escort an opening to pub’s backyard porch with middle-aged men. “Here me! She’s a slut in training. I’m showing here what she is. Watch and enjoy” he said with his cock hanging outside his trousers. He then crabbed slut to his arms and carryed onto the nearest table. He grunted that she should open her slik blouse before he tears it. Slut knew she wouln’t mind but followed her masters command and unbuttoned her blouse. At the moment she realised that she didn’t go to the bathroom and now her bladder was sending urgent messages. “Sir, I need to take a piss. You know that I’ll come back and surrender to you”. “Slut. You don’t need privacy. Sprrad your legs and let it out”. She felt dizzy but the need was too bad. Ashamed she let an arch of piss fly to the ground. Men around her cheered to her shame.On the table, skirt on her waist and blouse open slut was taking his cock. He took his time and then told that now this slut gets a true mans seed inside her. He almost crushed her while pumping his load inside her. He felt even bigger while doing it and she had to squeeck in pain and pleasure. She knew right then and there that this man, instead of her boyfriend, just impregnated her. She was a cheating slut, making her sweet boyfriend a cuckold. But she didn’t care anymore. “Now men. You’ve enjoyed the sight. Now you can enjoy the mest. Make her suck and stroke until you’ve climaxed in or on her. Only one rule. artvin escort Her pussy is forbidden”. Slut was shocked. Her masters cock made her throath and pussy sore, but the men, atleast a dozen would break her. Still, her hands had already grabbed hardening cocks and she slurped the first cock in her mouth. Slut was giving blowjobs like candy and swalloving loads after loads. At some point she felt a barely greased cock pushing in her ass. Two cock at her mouth she had no way to say stop. After some burning sensation she felt how he came and pulled out. Her relif was short because the next cock entered straight away. She was now a hang bang slut taking b**st after b**st. After hours men had had their way and she was left alone. Her master was grinning and complimenting how she looked like full served harbour hooker. He was true. She had cum everywhere and her make-up looked smutty. Her clothes were sweaty, dirty and filled with cum stains. “Now you are a slut. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home”. “Shouldn’t sluts be left after men have got what they’ve wanted?” “Yeah, usually. But you are an A grade slut”.At the ride back home everyone passing by looked at her filthy outfit and either grinned or hissed. At her front yard he pulled his cock out again and made her do a fellatio while her bf was just meters away. She then slipped inside and to the shower, carefully hiding her clothes. After her shower she went to her bf’s, kissed her with her sperm galloping mouth and let him fondle her titfucked and cumshotted breasts. She then made him spay his drops of cum in her.On the next day she realised that she left her purse in his car. Cslling from another phone she hoped he’d answer. “Hello A grade slut” said the raspy voice. “Ready for some more?”. “Always” she said and knew she meant it. After all, she was a slut.

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Getting caught by the Mother in Law 3The urge to see my MIL naked was becoming too much to bear, I knew she liked a bath first thing and planned to pay a surprise visit the following morning. The thought of peeping through a crack in the door and having a wank looking at her soapy tits was driving me nuts.In the morning I got in to the car and made the short journey to her place, when I got out of the car I could see the bathroom light was on and nothing moving through the frosted glass window, so I hoped she was in there.I let myself in and quietly walked along the hall to find the bathroom door firmly shut ! I was so dissapointed, i walked back to the kitchen and made myself a coffee and waited for Rose to emerge from the bathroom. Half an hour passed and I heard the door open, so I shouted to her that I was in the the kitchen, she replied that she would be through in a minute. Rose appeared at the door wearing her bathrobe and a towel wrapped round her hair, the robe was tied in the middle making the size of her boobs look even bigger stretching the material and revealing the upper part of her cleavage. She asked why I had come round and I told her that I was returning a tool that I’d borrowed. Rose said she was just going to get some clothes on and she’d be back in a minute, I jokingly told her she did’nt need to get dressed on tokat escort my account as she looked fantastic the way she was. As she left the room I asked if there was anything she needed doing and she asked if I could put some moisturiser on her back, I was delighted and followed her through to the bedroom where she took a seat in front of her bedroom mirror and handed me a bottle. Rose pulled her arms from her robe and held it firmly against her boobs allowing her back to be exposed. I put some lotion on my hands and gently started to rub it in to her back, she sighed and said that it felt really good, it’d been such a long time since she had that done even when her husband had been alive. I proceeded to massage and rub her back getting closer and closer to her sides brushing the sides of her big tits making her jump every time it happened, Rose said “that isn’t my back” and I should behave myself. I just laughed and reminded her that it wasnt something that I had’nt seen before, the robe was now becoming quite loose so i put a lot of moisturiser on my hands and went for it, sliding my hands right round and cupping both of her tits covering them in lotion. Rose just leaned back and let me massage her tits, her thick nipples getting harder every time I slid my fingers over them.Before long trabzon escort I had her robe open exposing her naked body in the mirror in front of me, I was so hard it hurt.I asked Rose to get up, she did and i led her to the edge of the bed where she sat naked as the day she was born, I removed all my clothes revealing my hard cock, she asked what I was going to do as she hadnt had sex for so long, I got her to lie on the bed and asked if her late husband had ever had his tongue in her pussy, she looked shocked and replied no! he hadnt, lets start there I told her and started to run my tongue up the inside of her upper thigh, she was breathing heavily and told me I was only the second man to see her naked. Her pussy was inches away and she instinctively parted her legs allowing me a full view, I ran my tongue from the bottom up parting her substantial lips, I went to work and lapped,sucked and kissed her pussy while she moaned and pushed down on to me. The mixture of my saliva and Roses sweet pussy juice had made her soaking wet, I removed my head from between her legs and I knelt there for a second admiring the view I had of a woman in her 60’s with a soaking wet pussy and her big soft tits falling off the sides of her chest.Rose opened her eyes and asked me to be gentle when I put my uşak escort cock in her, I pulled her to the edge of the bed placing her ankles on my shoulders and rubbed the end of my cock on her clitoris, she gasped every time until I slowly pushed my cock in her, just the head to start, pulling out and in making sure my now bursting cock was well lubricated, the strokes got longer until I was fully in her. Her pussy was so tight it was hard not to cum, I had to close my eyes so I couldnt see her tits jumping up and down on every stroke. Rose was surprisingly loud, moaning and gasping as I slid my cock in and out of her, it wasnt long before she started really moaning and I felt her pussy tighten round me as she came, no more no more! she cried out and pushed me away. Rose looked at me and said that had never happened before ! I was shocked as I thought she had never been brought to orgasm but she said she had but not ever as intense. Did your stuff go in me she asked ? I told her that I hadnt ejaculated in her, we better do something about that she said and grabbed my wet hard cock while I was standing by the bed and started to stroke me quite slowly, I wa s at bursting point by now and told her she was quite likely to get covered in my “stuff” is she wasnt careful ! Rose didnt stop or change position even when I told her I was about to cum. She kept wanking me as my spunk went in her hair, face and tits, she was mesmerised watching me ejaculate as stream after stream of hot white cum splashed over her naked body.I went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up, Rose looked at me and asked “can we do this again ?”Yes we can I replied.

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Natalie heaven sex story’s girlfriends dadWell hello everyone it’s Natalie again with a nother of my real life sex story’s I really have been spoiling yous all with putting putting out so meany story’s so quickly Just wish I could spoil yous all with my ass and put out for all yous but unfortunately can’t Due to this pandemic and due to the time off year as I stay with family for Xmas so at the end off October I stop shaving and stuff and let everything grow back till after Xmas hopefully can get some content out then video wise anyway Was 25 when this story takes place Story keys ( R ) my girlfriend and date and ( S ) a fuck buddy / my girlfriends dad So story starts out in January So the year before I had meet ( S ) ever now and then off the swingers site and told him and form the end off October to January I not really available due to need to let stuff grow and such During that time I had got talking to a woman ( R ) in a vanilla dateing site witch is just my way off saying a none swingers site We decided to go on a date witch I thought ok perfect as everything had grown back in no need to explain why legs and underarms were shaved or anything so went in so went on the date it went well and we hit it off So we agree to go on a nother date that gose well also so i decided to come home pack all my stuff away in a case as I normally do if date someone outside the swingers world or outside off dressingAnd put it up the loft so about a 2 months gose buy off seeing ( R ) and she’s now staying over on the regular and stuff so thought it was time to hide my swingers profile So I hop on to hide it and message comes though from ( S ) saying ooo I see ur back grate and I sed not really meet a woman over the time off being away and just on to hide my profile and see how it gose ( S ) then says ooo that’s disposing than asks if I would like to meet I sed no as I don’t cheat on women now guys totally different alanya escort story’s call me a hip critic or dubble standers or what ever but that’s just the way it is ( S ) then comes back and says you promised me we meet and I sed yes I know but sorry can’t then ( S ) says if you don’t meet me this last time I leave a bad review on ur swingers account ooo grate I being blackmailed in to have sex so didn’t want a negative review so thought ok then and thought after he’s left a good review I hide the profile and then can’t message or leave a review So I sed I not be shaved and he sed didn’t matter he just wants one last go on my ass so i sed ok then Now this president a problem as all my clothes were up the loft and wasn’t going up to get them so thought what can I dress in Then remember ( R ) had stayed the night before and had went off to work and left yesterday bra and knickers on the floor from the night before So thought ok could use them and then put them in the washing and just say to ( R ) I did the washing and put them in also So told ( S ) I only had a bra and knickers set the rest was put past he sed that’s fine So ( S ) comes over and I have ( R ) bra and knickers on ( S ) spots the cum marks on the front and ass off them thay were So ( S ) comes over and I have ( R ) bra and knickers on ( S ) spots the cum marks on the front and ass off them thay were brazilian briefs Then he says ooo you been a dirty girl in them though you weren’t meeting witch I wasn’t it was my cum from the night before ( R ) had them on when fucking her and I came all over themI just sort off went with it and sed something along the lines off that was before I went on the date for got those were down hear Then he starts to lick my ass and comes up and says the knickers smell really sweet and i though well off corse they do that’s ( R ) pussy smell ur smelling anyway manavgat escort he fucks me in them and leaves me with a ass full off cum And then throw them in the washing and when ( R ) had came back from work made up some story about not feeling well so she didn’t want sex that night as didn’t want her to grab my ass and find it wet with ( S ) cum fast forward a little So had been date ( R ) for about 3 months and it was starting to get serious and was time to meet her parents So she invited me to family dinner night and we go and this is whare I find out ( S ) was ( R ) dad let’s just say dinner was quite awkward there was me ( R ) and ( R ) little brother his girlfriend and then ( S) and ( R ) mom so after dinner ( S ) says he wants to show me something in the garage Didn’t want to go or be alone with him as you could cut the tension bween us with a knife but had no choice as it would have rased supination to why so didSo we go in to the garage and this is whare ( S ) starts the father chat wasn’t happy that I was date his duSo we go in to the garage and this is whare ( S ) starts the father chat wasn’t happy that I was date his daughter and told me to stay away from her and finish it I sed so i good anuff for you to stick ur cock in but not good anuff to date ur daughter And remember back to when he blackmail me in to sex and sed ok I will but before I brake up with her I show her and ur wife the message I have saved bween us and text on my swingers phone from ur main phone but if you leave us be they never find out and with that he agreed but told me not to cheat I sed told you it wasn’t my thing to do with woman but I have cheat on her with you because you made me but that’s the only time Fast forward a little bitWasn’t really invited back to family dinner ( R ) always made up some story as to why and I just sed I don’t think ur dad likes antakya escort me but she keep saying no that’s not true well obviously I new the real reason but just kind off had to play along Summer was come up and me and ( R ) were about to brake up as I new this going in to the realship told me before we had meet she had applied for a barmaids job in ibiza for the summer so we were take a brake and if both were still single when she’s back we could get back to gether I sagested we don’t brake up but she sed no as anything could happen her or there got the feeling she had it planned last year to go whore it about ibiza before we meet didn’t really bother me So we broke up and I thought ok was a nice 5 month but wouldn’t be getting back with her when she’s back so swingers account back un hidden and shaved As soon as it did got a message for ( S ) want to meet kind off played along a little but wasn’t want to meet him ( S ) sed be grate to see you in that pink set all shaved and I giggle and thought do you know what I going to tell you the truth Message ( S ) back and sed well that would be a problem as they weren’t my knickers and bra set they were ( R ) ur daughter and that cum that was on them was my cum after I pound her pussy into oblivion and came all on them and that sweet smell you smelt was her pussy juice and her cum from me fucking her like a slag but would be happy to ware them if he gose up in to her room and has a look and she’s not took them to ibizaCouple off minutes go by message read no reply so thought I message and ask what’s up to my surprise I was blocked opps take it he didn’t like the truth ha ha ooo well servers him right for blackmail me and all thatNever herd from ( S ) again and he completely removed his profile from the swingers site as I checked on a smurf account that I made up to see he was still there ( R ) came back and got I touch and sed she had meet a guy out there but she told him about me and sed she was give me a chance to see we want to get back together But after what happened with ( S ) didn’t really fancy that so just sed no I meet someone total bs and she sed that’s fine she just keep it going with the Uther guy Hope yous injoyed the story lots off love from natalie

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It was an unusually warm October day, and the New Jersey beach was just about deserted except for us. We were by the water’s edge getting splashed by the waves and the kids. Eva, my sister-in-law, had gotten her clothes wet, and she had a bathing suit, but there was no place to change except the rest rooms, which, according to my wife, were “smelly” with weird looking people hanging out there.

I was a little shocked when my wife suggested that we should hold our blankets in a circle around Eva while she changed right there on the beach. My wife said it looked safe because there was no one nearby, and Eva, who usually seemed modest, surprisingly agreed to it. Being a typical man, I became consumed with the thought of standing close to my sister-in-law while she stripped off her clothes. The fact that this was my wife’s idea helped me feel less guilty about the excitement of seeing her sister nude, and the curiosity of which of her delicate private parts I’d see. Of course, they both told me I was not allowed to look.

My wife is a little younger than her sister, and they are like two playful friends. I like to see them together, with their similar characteristics – large, sultry eyes on soft faces with slender bodies, rounded nicely in the right places. My wife is 5’4” and her sister is a little taller. My wife’s prominent feature is her nicely shaped breasts, and with Eva, it’s definitely her long legs.

Through most of the day on the beach I was content to steal occasional glimpses of them, as their activities and movements caused some brief innocent exposures. I had already determined that they were braless, with partial thanks to the sea breeze, which pressed the fabric of Eva’s short cotton top against her hardened nipples, while she stood facing the surf, gazing out into the ocean while my gaze was fixed on her.

Earlier I had stolen glances into the wide armholes of my wife’s soft linen blouse while she stooped to smooth sunscreen onto the kids, revealing the bottom fold of her breast and it’s large soft nipple against her delicate rib cage. Even though I had seen her breasts many times, there was something fascinating about the fact that out here on this public beach my lovely wife was unknowingly exposed. Anyone with a little patience could enjoy her erotic performance, and she’d be unaware of the lust being generated.

Another shift in the breeze opened the bottom of my wife’s shorts, inches from my face as I sat reading. She had earlier changed in the car, and I now realized she hadn’t bothered with panties. The sunlight had managed to peek its way into the exposed area, highlighting a creased layer of moist pink skin and wisps of soft pubic hair. Women’s summer fashions never cease to amaze me.

When I noticed my sister-in-law on hands and knees assisting the kids with a castle, I moved closer, putting myself in optimal position to watch while she dug into the sand. The fluid back and forth motion of her milky breasts almost hypnotized me, and even though I didn’t get to see them totally, the erection in my shorts prevented me from standing for a while.

We followed through with my wife’s plan. The kids squealed in laughter as we held up the blankets. I stuck to my promise, mostly because I could see that Eva was scared, and also because my wife was watching me closely, making me think she was going to hold me to my promise. At one point Eva turned her back to me, and my wife apparently wasn’t concerned about me seeing her sister’s naked behind because she allowed herself to be distracted by one of the kids. I took the chance to look at Eva. Her ass was as fine as I had imagined, and it’s pale flesh contrasted with the darker tan of her legs and back. She had a small birthmark on her left cheek, very close to the middle of her nicely shaped crevice, and she had no visible hair, although I couldn’t see the area where her thighs and ass came together. When she bent forward slightly, I could see the outline of her right breast and pointed nipple, which seemed to be large, just like my wife’s. I enjoyed noticing the way her breast hung a little lower than usual without clothing to support it, and of course toward the front it was as white as the flesh on her ass.

It was a sweet vision, standing only inches away from her, looking down the length of her bare, tan back. The pale top of the cheeks of her ass, the tanned upper sections of her smooth calves, her discarded shorts and panties lying next to her sandy, red-polished toenails are what I remember most. I diverted my gaze just as my wife returned her attention to me. I think she knew I had been looking, but I also think she considers seeing someone from behind less sexual than frontal nudity, probably from back in our teenage days when, on hot summer nights, we’d Kızılay Escort “moon” passing cars from a hillside hangout along Route 9. Anyway, she didn’t say anything about it. By now my penis was as hard as ever, but being mostly hidden by the blanket, I was able to push it to the side of my shorts without anyone noticing. Eva’s unknowingly erotic performance for me was over, but the vivid memory would never go away. Later, on the drive home, I wondered if I could have gotten away with openly looking at her front by turning it into a joke for everyone. Eva probably would have been embarrassed, but I think she would have gotten over it pretty quickly. But my wife, who occasionally gets a little jealous, might have been hurt.

As time went on I got to know Eva better, and we became closer, in the appropriate brother-sister-in-law way. But I often thought of the arousing sight of her nude behind, and she always looked sexually attractive every time I saw her since then. Visits with Eva always began and ended with a short kiss on the lips, something I didn’t share with the other female in-laws who only got kissed on the cheeks, but Eva was closer to us. She was not just my wife’s sister, she was my wife’s best friend, and my wife seemed to enjoy the fact that I liked Eva. She actually encouraged me to spend time with her, I think mostly because she didn’t like Eva’s husband, and she knew that Eva always had fun with me. On many visits Eva and I played card games with the kids and anyone else who happened to be around. This worked well with my wife, because she wasn’t a game player, while Eva actually liked to be competitive.

Over the years, the love between my wife and me grew, and I learned that I could stimulate her easily during our private moments by telling sexual stories. I described various erotic situations and partners, and of course I always reminded her afterward that she was the only true love for me. I don’t know if she believed me, but I would never mention a real name because sooner or later she might forget that it was fantasy, and I would never want to hurt her.

Once, out of the blue my wife asked me if I ever thought about fucking her sister. At the time, I was lying close behind her, with my hard penis in my hand, using it to draw circles around the outside of her vagina. It was warm and wet from earlier, when I had I delicately licked the soft outer folds of skin, gradually intensifying the rigidity of my tongue, using its firmness to leverage along the inside walls of her opening as though its job was to make her tasty hole wider, and as she peaked into orgasm I ferociously sucked and devoured her sweet juices.

When I asked what made her think of Eva she said that I was always hot for her sister, especially since the day I watched her change clothes on the beach. Once again I was reminded that my wife is not only pretty and sexy, she’s also smart. I decided that this time it wouldn’t hurt to be totally honest. I let go of the grip on my cock and slowly inserted it into her as I described my vision of Eva’s naked body inside the wall of blankets. Then, I lied there on my side, remaining straight and motionless. My thought was to let her hear my story while my hard shaft was deeply inside her. She writhed back and forth, occasionally twisting to one side or the other, allowing the pleasure to spread inside her. She had become so dripping wet that as I described her sister’s ass I easily poked my thumb into my wife’s own very moist ass. I played with the fleshy opening, while her anal muscles twitched each time my thumb changed directions.

When I mentioned the routine of greeting Eva with slightly open kisses on the lips my wife’s moans drowned out my whispers. She didn’t always orgasm so intensely, and amazingly all the while I stayed firmly still. I was in an ecstasy possibly greater than my wife’s, lying there while she slowly glided back and forth on my shaft, forcing a slick steady pressure along the top of her warm canal, working me into a swollen hardness that felt like it extended from my penis into the muscles of my legs and abdomen. She seemed only to need from me a solid, stationary base of support for her slippery vagina to perform its slow dance-like movements. Then, she started to tremble breathlessly, and with my head spinning she pressed her pelvis even harder and my load shot quickly into her womb.

The occasional visits with Eva’s family continued, and became more frequent as the kids became teenagers. She had more free time, and she came without her husband more often than not. She called once around the holidays, and told me about her and my wife’s plans for New Year’s Eve at my house. We talked about refreshments and wine, and she mentioned a few of the usual games, and she also mentioned Kızılay Escort Bayan Twister, which surprised me a little because we had never played it before. I became a little suspicious that my wife had told Eva about our sexual fantasies, particularly the one that included Eva. I liked the idea of my sister-in-law knowing I fantasized about her, but I had no way of being certain that she knew.

Somehow, New Year’s Eve passed fairly uneventfully. Eva had come up to spend the night, but we never had an actual party because my wife was sick, and we ended up getting tired early and going to bed. There were no games played that night, and Twister wasn’t even mentioned. The kids stayed up late though, and when I walked into the kitchen early the next morning, I was happy to see that Eva was awake. She sat there beautifully in her long sleeve nightgown while I stood shirtless in flannel pajama pants, making coffee and eggs while we talked. It was fun talking to Eva, and after all the years, we were at a very comfortable level with each other. When I sat down at the table I noticed the top of her gown was gaping open because of an undone button. She nonchalantly continued talking as though there was nothing unusual, but from my position I had a view of her complete breast, with its large round nipple, which I was now seeing fully for the first time, unlike the partial view I had at the beach years ago. After a few minutes of trying not to obviously stare, the thought that it was the same breast and nipple as before actually made me laugh slightly.

When Eva asked me what was so humorous, I pointed at the opening and told her that the view into her gown was too beautiful to ignore. She looked down a little surprised but didn’t make a move to cover herself, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was fixated with her breast. She jokingly said that I was perverted, and surprisingly thanked me for the compliment. The fact that she still did nothing to obstruct my view made me totally aroused, and my erection felt nice against the soft flannel. Acting as though there was nothing wrong, she reached to the table for her coffee cup, letting me watch as the opening swayed wider, allowing me to view the same fluid motion I had witnessed years ago, but now I could see so much more, with the soft round nipple dangling freely, as if begging to be suckled by a loving mouth.

Out of nervousness I again apologized, for what I’m not exactly sure. She looked down, lifted her hand, and instead of covering herself, she reached inside, cupping her breast as if presenting it for us to view. The pressure of her hand underneath made the nipple stretch wider, and gave me a moment to savor the porous tip which looked more luscious than any of the food I’d ever eaten in that kitchen. “I really don’t understand everyone’s fascination with these things. It’s just a hunk of flesh”, she said with a smile as she closed her gown.

There was a quiet pause, and I could almost see the wheels turning inside her head.

“You just sat here for the last five minutes looking at my breast,” she said in that competitive voice that I was used to hearing during a card game. “You should have told me what you were looking at. That wasn’t fair.” She gave me one of her friendly frowns, knowing that she now had the upper hand in this situation. Not being one to let me off the hook easily, Eva continued, “I think you should give me a turn. I’d like to see something. How about those snaps on your flannels? Let me see how they open.”

I told her it would be more fun if she kept her gown open. “Oh no, you looked inside my gown for the last five minutes,” she said, smiling, knowing I would cooperate, “and I haven’t seen anything yet.” My nervous fingers shook a little as I opened the first two snaps, revealing the head of my very hard penis, which was pointed straight up. “Keep going,” she softly commanded, in an assuming tone that didn’t leave any option. When I opened the third and fourth snap my penis let loose from the constraint, pointing out to give her a full view.

Eva’s giggling reminded me of the times I watched her and my wife together, but now it was me and Eva, and here we were spontaneously drawing ourselves into the beginning of the most exciting game I could imagine playing with her. The thought of my wife walking in on us didn’t worry me. I felt pretty confident that she wouldn’t mind me giving her sister the kind of amusement that we normally only shared with each other. Even though we risked getting caught, we were fairly safe because anyone who walked into the kitchen would only see Eva from behind. She was facing away from the entrance, and even though I was facing the door, the kitchen table would block anyone’s view from my waist down. I was willing Escort Kızılay to play, and apparently Eva was not afraid that she also could quickly recover, and also apparently without any concern about the nature of our fun. The game became very simple with one rule: we each had to obey the other person’s request, and we had only one minute to enjoy it before we changed turns.

When it was my turn I snapped my pajamas closed and then asked Eva to cross her legs, which gave me a nice view of her crotch through her sheer white panties. I detected a small patch of hair, which she obviously kept trimmed. When I told her I wanted to see more she slid her hand up her thigh, hooking a finger under the elastic seam of her crotch, and pulled it across to the other side, allowing me a view of her open vagina, with it’s pink moist layers and soft brown pubic hair above.

All the while Eva innocently smiled right at me with the familiar playful look that she usually exhibited with my wife and the kids. This relaxed, nonchalant attitude of my sister-in-law who willingly sat in my kitchen with her beautiful pussy exposed solely for my pleasure was excitement I never imagined. The minute seemed to end too soon, but she covered herself promptly (we actually used the second hand on the kitchen clock as our timer).

On her next turn she made me open my flannels wider and asked me to lift my balls with my hand so that she could look at them. She leaned close, only a few inches from my hard dick, which was pointed at her face. She paid little attention to it, focusing her interest on the inspection of my testicles as they were cupped in my palm. She reached out with extended fingers and gently squeezed one, maneuvering it softly inside it’s pliable skin casing. After she let go, she stroked the underside of my sack with her fingernails, watching my somewhat violated testicle fade back to its normal position.

Next, I asked my sister-in-law to dip two fingers inside her vagina to make them wet and then pinch one of her nipples with them. As she rolled the pink areola back and forth the point grew larger. With her eyes nearly shut from her own self pleasure, I picked up the fork from my plate, and she jumped slightly as I touched the outer lips of her vagina with its steel handle. Pressing a little, I separated the outer lips and then slowly inserted it carefully, as far as it could reach. I held it by the forked end, and could feel her vaginal muscles softly working, as the fork tips dug lightly into my fingers.

If the minute hadn’t ended just then I probably would have ejaculated. I wouldn’t have needed any stimulation other than the wonderful sight in front of me. When it was Eva’s turn I reopened my flannels at her request, a little embarrassed when I realized she was looking at moist drops that had formed at the tip of my shaft. She asked me to hold it for her.

My hand trembled, and she grabbed my wrist to slide my grip lower to the base, so that most of my stiff shaft was exposed. I loved watching my sister-in-law with her hands placed gently on my lap, gazing at my fully exposed, very erect penis. Methodically, she used the tip of her index finger to smooth the drops over my helmet as though she were icing a cake. The sensation made me throb every few seconds as she teasingly continued with mock expressions like a mother cooing at a baby.

Ignoring the fact that she was past the one-minute limit, she lowered her strokes just below the head’s perimeter, delicately gliding the smooth firm skin of her inside knuckle against the thin tight layer that covers the most sensitive part of my penis. Sliding, lifting, and gently dabbing at my pulsating cock, the sensation of eruption was beginning, and in my trancelike condition I didn’t give a damn about where my semen would spurt or on what part of the kitchen it would land.

At that precise moment, the lovely Eva, my sweet, nurturing sister-in-law lowered her head with open lips, the playful smile now replaced with a lustful look of hunger, and as the first wave of fluid shot from me, her mouth surrounded it’s projection, catching all of it. She continued down, encapsulating as much of my dick as could fit into her hot wet throat. Her mouth hung on me as I nearly lurched out of my chair. She suctioned my heaving waves, swallowing each of the seemingly unending spurts from my hardened groin, her flexed tongue massaged and clamped my shaft to her palette, and the spurts continued again and again.

As I started to feel totally drained, she circled her hand around mine at the base of my shaft, releasing my throbbing cock from her mouth, and then she kissed alongside it, lightly sucking and grazing me with her teeth. I put my hand on the side of her face and stroked the golden hair back across her temple. Her warm cheeks were flushed red, and the playful smile had returned.

“I wouldn’t have done this without her permission,” she said.

“I was counting on that. You are sweet and sneaky, just like her,” I said as I looked down at the sister of my wife.

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Monster High pt.1

My name is Kingsley and I wish I could say that I was an average guy about to start his first day at normal high school. The sad reality is that I don’t the correct word for what I am in English is a monster I know because of movies like twilight and shows like teen wolf you will immediately think that I am a werewolf or a vampire but I’m not even something remotely as cool. My dad is cool he is just bones and takes people to hell when they die if you haven’t already figured it out I’m the grim reapers son. No I am not all bones there is some meat on these bones. I happen to be black because my dad has a thing for black girls this I don’t really understand but hey whatever floats your boat. All grim Reapers get to choose their appearance when the last one dies and they become the new one. That is where the legend of hades comes from he got tired of the bones thing and chose to become the god of the underworld and I personally think that is great. I mean who wants to be all bones have immense power and then be nobody, not me, simply because I am already nobody I have no powers until the day my father dies which is really stupid. He thinks that the world revolves around him that he can do whatever he wants Batıkent Escort and he tells me on a daily basis that I’ll never get my powers because he will never die. He will die eventually and you’d think that he wouldn’t have time to ridicule me because he has grim reaper duties that he has to attend to but no, he as the grim reaper has the ability to create minions to do his work for him. When I become the grim reaper the first thing I would do is change the name to something cooler and shorter like just Reaper I mean why does he have to be grim. My school is called monster high and from what I have heard of this place it is possibly the worst school on the planet and probably is. The whole social system is based on strength. The teaching system is might as well be nonexistent, since no one cares. The teachers all ways give special treatment to those whose parents are leaders in the world like the zombie kings son the pharaohs kids the werewolf alphas and the future vampire coven leaders. Guys like me with no power, average looks, and one friend are the kids that get slaughtered by the gangs and other criminal organizations because the only way to get into these gangs is to kill one random monster and seeing as Batıkent Escort Bayan I have no power I’m pretty sure I’m on top of everyone’s list. The criminal organizations are the human ones I mean who really thought that humans are strong enough to control entire cities with an iron fist. To describe myself I’m only 5’5 as a freshman and yes that is short for a black kid. The worst part is that I have always been short before eighth grade I was 4’10. One of the shortest kids in my class and had a napoleon complex which didn’t help because I had no powers. I just grew this summer and I’m sure it is not going to help because all the kids who were tall already will have gotten taller. My best friend’s name is Kevin and he happens to be a werewolf. Now I know what you are thinking if he’s a werewolf why isn’t he popular and have tons of friends because aren’t all werewolves strong. To answer that question yes and no. yes all werewolves are strong and no he is not popular simply because he and his family are omegas they don’t have a pack which in turn makes them weaker. Kevin is Peruvian and he loves to let people know about his heritage, he is about the same height as me and has a natural tan like the guys from Escort Batıkent jersey shores fake ones. He doesn’t talk much and tends to be used by girls. Kevin and I are best friends because we look out for one another if one of us gets in a fight both of us get in a fight we are like brothers. Kevin has one other friend and that Paris the succubus even though I always tell her that I hate her guts. I am secretly in love with her she sticks to Kevin like a glove because she is in love with him and even though he is my best friend I will never know why she loves him. Kevin stays away from her because he knows how I feel and would never break the best friend code. Paris is 5’3 and is beautiful she has light brown curly hair down to her ass which is a perfectly round apple bottom and she has 38D’s I know I had Kevin ask her and she will tells Kevin anything. She is hilarious she thinks of things to do that no one would think of. She thinks that Kevin is her one true mate which is what every succubus is trying to find and the only way to know is by letting her kiss you. The good part is that she kisses you the bad part is that if you’re not her one true love you’ll be her slave until the she dies unless she releases you. I’m not willing to risk it so I’m going to just bide my time and hope that one day shell feel the same way I do. Enough with the introductions Kevin, Paris and I are about to embark on what could be our worst nightmare monster high.

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