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My wife and I have been married for a long time. We are deeply in love, and have a great sex life. I have always been kinkier than her, but over the years she has explored with me and over time become a sexy minx who secretly loves our kinky play. She is very beautiful, slim, erotic and with a body that make me proud to be her husband.

I have always had bi fantasies, but like most guys have kept those thoughts hidden and locked away, other than a near encounter when at University I have never told anyone about my bi fantasies.

As my wife started to open up to kinky play I explained to her my bi fantasies, at first I think she was shocked but over time, she started to accept my fantasies and we played with them, enjoying occasional strap on and anal play.

I had just about given up the idea of actually experiencing play with another man, when one day my wife suggested that perhaps we should find a male submissive to play with us both.

I placed an advert online, “Femdom couple looking for a submissive man to join us – must be 6′ tall, athletic and well hung”.

Over the next few weeks we received several offers but one guy stood out. He was mid twenties (we are mid forties), 6’2″ athletic with a six pack and hung. I mean I am OK, at 6.5″ but he must have been closer to 8″. We both loved his pic and after a few emails and a Skype chat we decided to go for it. During the Skype chats she never showed her face to him.

Our biggest concern was safety, what about STD’s, what about physical safety, so my wife came up with an ingenious idea!

We contacted ‘Josh” and told him that as long as he followed our instructions to the letter he would have the night of his life! Luckily he agreed.

My wife chatted to him several times on the phone, on a few occasions she even masturbated for him on Skype as I was forced to watch. About a month before our planned meeting she told Josh to order a CB Curve chastity device. One week before the meeting she ordered him to put it on, and use a numbered tag, this he did and on Skype showed her that he was securely locked up. At the same time she put on my CB Curve and locked me up.

Over the course of the next week she had me give her oral pleasure every day whilst Josh watched, needless to say we were both very worked up by the time our planned meet came around on the Saturday.

She had decided that we should meet at an amazing dungeon that we had once played at, it a was a few hours’ drive from our home, so off we set. On arrival at the dungeon the proprietor showed us around and them left us alone.

I then drove to a local pub where we had arranged to meet Josh. When I entered I saw him at the bar, I approached said hello and bought him a drink. He asked where my wife was and I told him she was waiting nearby, of course he was suspicious, but I called her and he chatted on the phone with her, and saw her on Facetime. Josh then passed the phone to me with a smile, and she gave me the instructions to check he was still wearing the chastity belt and if he was to bring him back. I told Josh, that I had to check, so we entered the men’s toilet and entered a stall, he dropped his trousers and I could see the CB Curve was still in place with the correct numbered tag, so we headed out to the car and drove back to my wife at the dungeon!

When we arrived we entered the foyer of the lounge and found a note from my wife, it read – ‘only enter when canlı bahis şirketleri naked and only wearing your chastity devices’ – we both eagerly stripped and then entered the dungeon. There we were, two men, both naked apart from chastity cages walking into a dungeon. What met us was an absolute vision. My wife was seated in a throne, wearing her finest Agent Provocateur Lingerie and an amazing Latex hood, I realise then how clever she was, here we were naked in chastity cages and no one could see her face!

She ordered us to kneel at her feet and we complied immediately, she rose slowly and circled us, running her hand over our shoulders as she explained the rules. We were to do exactly as she said, any hesitation would be met with swift punishment, we were here to please her, not ourselves and we should do exactly as says!

She ordered me to tie Josh to the St Andrews cross. Once he was secure she told me to lay down and place my head in the queening box, this I did and she lowered her beautiful pussy over my face. I began to use my tongue to tease and probe her delicate flower as she watched Josh squirming on the Cross!

After a while I could tell she was getting excited, her pussy juices were running down my face, she had her first orgasm and then lifted herself of the queening box and pulled me out.

She attached a collar and leash to my neck and brought me over to the St Andrews Cross. She whispered her commands into my ear. The shock literally made me blush.

She went and sat on a chair near the bed and took out her Hitachi wand and started pleasing herself as she watched me carry out her instructions.

First I attached a collar with a back strap to Josh, then cuffs to each wrist. One by one I attached Josh’s wrists to his back, and once his hands were secure I released his feet. I attached a leash to his collar and locked his collar shut with a padlock which had no key. I then led him to the bed, all the while my cock was straining against the chastity device and I could see his was as well. We were both transfixed watching my wife in her beautiful lingerie using the wand against her swollen pussy lips.

Once on the bed I attached his arms to the headboard and he lay on his back, then I opened the drawer at he side of the bed and there was a small pair of scissors and I carefully cut the tag to his chastity device and watched in admiration as he swelled. He had been in there for over a week, and it was obvious he was desperate to cum.

I took a face cloth and cleaned his cock, it was the first time I had ever touched another man’s penis and as my wife watched a million different thoughts flooded my brain.

Once cleaned as per my wife’s instructions I started to stoke his body and use my mouth to kiss and lick his nipples, gradually his cock hardened to its full size and then I took a spray can of desensitising spray and applied a liberal layer to his fully grown impressive manhood.

First I put on the extra safe condom, then my wife got off her chair, came over and guided my head to his cock. It was inches from my face as she whispered into my ear, “take it, take him in your mouth”. My lips circled his head, and gradually let him slip into my mouth. All the time my wife had her hand on my head and she kept whispering encouragement and pushing my head further down. I felt her behind me playing with my ass, first one finger then two, then gradually I felt one of our canlı kaçak iddaa butt plugs pop into my ass.

After what seemed forever she pulled my head back by my hair and told me to get her the latex sheath. This I did and I pulled it onto Josh, so now his desensitised ex caged cock was completely upright and looking bigger than ever.

My wife straddled him and ordered me to hold his cock and watch closely as she lowered herself onto his proud member. Gradually with each bounce she took a bit more of him, and I watched transfixed as inches from my face my wife rode with wild abandon this great cock. Poor Josh, between the spray, the condom and the latex sheath he probably couldn’t feel a thing!

She ordered me up and told me where the key was to my chastity cage, you have never seen a man remove a cage so quickly. Once my cock was free my hand instantly went to it, but a scolding look told me that it was her cock and I was not to play with it. Instead she had me fondle and kiss her breasts and mouth as she rode Josh.

As she got close to her second or was it third orgasm she ordered me to get behind her and kiss her sweet ass, and as I did that I was to get myself hard and put on a condom. I was so happy, kissing her ass was one of my favourite pastimes, yet now I also got the pleasure of kissing her ass as she rode this latex clad monster of a cock. She had entered her multi orgasmic phase so she leant forward and grasped Josh’s body as he now bucked up desperately trying to feel something, yet his mind must have been exploding, his head rising to kiss and lick her beautiful boobs.

Gradually I took my now hard penis an slowly started to push it into her ass. She stopped rocking and gradually allowed herself to open up and take both our cocks. I could feel how large his cock was in her now stretched pussy.

This carried on as she experienced wave after wave of orgasm, just before she was exhausted she got of Josh and told me to lie next to him. She pulled off my condom and lowered herself onto me. The feeling was so intense that I knew I wouldn’t last, but she is an expert. She held herself with just my head inside her and ordered me not to move. I was so tempted to thrust, to claim my orgasm and my wife, however the submissive in me won, and I stayed still as she ruined my orgasm into her well fucked hot pussy. The frustration was torture, my hard on hardly subsided I was in sub bliss and kink heaven. She slowly rose from me and then moved up my body and sat on my face, forcing me to eat my own cum. The taste was something I had never got used to, not unpleasant but wrong, it turned me on and disgusted me at the same time. All the time this was going on she was looking at Josh, and she had removed his latex sheath and condom. His cock was so swollen it almost looked painful.

By this point my wife had had several orgasms and was exhausted, she slipped out her lingerie and put on a silk robe.

She attached a length of chain to Josh’s collar and padlocked it to the bed, she then told me to dress in her lingerie and put on an identical latex mask as hers. She sprayed me in her perfume, and had heels for me in exactly the same style as hers. As I put on her stockings I know realised why she had insisted that morning that I shave all of my body hair off. Josh was grinning from ear to ear as he realised what was about to happen. With the chain around his neck securely padlocked she ordered me canlı kaçak bahis to release his hands. It was like releasing a caged animal. Here was a man, who hadn’t cum in weeks, been teased for hours by a lingerie clad beauty in a latex hood, and now just out of reach was that woman, but in his reach was her husband, smooth, in her lingerie and smelling just like her.

She ordered me to put a fresh condom on Josh and do as he say.

Josh pulled me down to his cock and started to fuck my face, gently at first but then slightly rougher, I heard my wife warn him to not hurt me, after all she still had the keys to his padlock. Josh slowed down a little and realised he was still being controlled. He ordered me on all fours, and got behind me. Here it was, the first time, time for me to lose my bi virginity.

I felt him remove the butt plugs and apply a big dollop of lubricant, I was going to need it. As I felt the tip of his cock push against my virgin ass, my wife came over and kissed me, she whispered in my ear how horny this was to her, that I was helping her, as her pussy and ass had been so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t fuck anymore and our guest had to get off. Josh slipped into me, searing pain at first but as my wife directed him, he held it there for a while as I gradually became adjusted to him. Then he started to speed up, all the while she held my head, kissed me and whispered in my ear. The pressure on my prostate was insanely intense and I started to leak cum, I was being milked by his cock. My wife, the forever kinky one was catching my cum with her hand and feeding it to me and then kissing me as we snowballed my cum. Eventually Josh’s pace quickened and we knew he was about to cum.

She gave him the choice he could either cum in the condom in me, and then eat it from the condom, cum on my back and clean it off, or cum on her beautiful breasts. He obviously chose the latter, so he pulled out of me, and straining at his leash and chain he tried to pull my wife to him. She scolded him and told him to be patient. I was ordered to cuff his hands behind his back, and the I slowly started wanking him, my wife came closer and his bare cock now touched her skin for the first time. He was bucking wildly and pleading with us to let him have a full orgasm, now painfully aware that if she wanted to, she could order me to ruin his fun.

She smiled sweetly and told him he had been a good guest and he could cum. I pumped him as fast as I could and I felt his orgasm rush from within him, spraying what seemed like gallons of pearly cum onto her beautiful naked breasts. When he was done she presented her breasts to him and he greedily cleaned them, licking up every inch of his cum.

As he collapsed spent, she donned her coat and left the room, leaving just myself and Josh. I untied him, released his chains and then drove him back to our original meeting point. At no point had he been in control, and he had never seen her face, but I was sure it would be a night to remember. As I puled back into our hotel, I walked to meet my wife in the bar, I realised I was the only one who had not had a full orgasm. I was still as horny as hell, and could feel my hardon rising against my wife lingerie that I still wore under my clothes. ?I found my wife at the bar as planned and she smiled, she had a wicked smile. She order her usual, a glass of wine for me, and a vodka tonic. I was surprised as vodka wasn’t a drink either of us liked. I asked her who it was for, and just then a stunning brunette joined us and my introduced her as Rachel, a friend she made on the internet, with a wicked grin on her face. It looked like it was going to be a night of many firsts!

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I walked against the wall of wind trying to prevent me from gaining access to what lay beyond. I leaned into it and pushed; it pushed back with half the force. It was only toying with me. I knew that the wind was an unrestrained creature with violent intent. It could no doubt hurl me to the frozen ground and bind me there like an insect helplessly bound to a spider’s web but it did not. Instead, it feigned weakness and inch by inch I made my way forward into the land of the deceased.

I halted in the middle of the cemetery; the wind followed suit. For a moment there was no sound, no movement. All had gone dead around me. I slowly turned full circle, glancing over the white marble tombstones and the wilting flowers accompanying them. Angry black clouds rolled across the sky, drunkenly tumbling over one another, trampling the moonlight in their brawl. I leaned back into the arms of the wind and faced the sky, raising my arms up above my head. The sky rumbled and the trees bent toward me until they looked as if they may snap.

Suddenly, I was standing amidst the chaos of nature. The stillness was broken, replaced by a raging storm; the trees were pulled every which way, snapping against each other. As the wind swirled around me, I caught a glimpse of a shadow darting thru the black iron gates of the cemetery. A plump rain drop landed on my head and trickled off the tips of my hair. The rain had begun. The scenery was now complete.

I took in a deep, involuntary güvenilir bahis breath at the sudden sensation of warm lips on my neck and an arm tight around my waist. No words were exchanged, but he sensed my excitement. I turned to face him, my body pressed against his. His eyes bore deep into mine and looking into them I caught the rising hell-fire overcoming their natural icy blue. A gasp escaped my lips and a longing I had been ignoring for so long washed over me. He traced my wanting lips with his tongue, making me feel weak and vulnerable, and then kissed me deeply, embracing me so close that for a moment I thought we might melt into one solitary being. Like starving animals, we responded to one another’s kisses ravenously.

I opened my eyes for a brief moment to digest the scene. The outline of gravestones and gnarly old trees over my lover’s shoulder looked like a movie set, perhaps even a simple trick of light and shadows played across a white screen. With each kiss, I was slipping farther from reality. All that I recognized as being real was the warm body against mine and our heavy pants of ecstasy as the rest of the world rapidly disintegrated into nothing more than a pile of dust to be swept under the rug of my subconscious. His hand left my neck, leaving it vulnerable to the cold breeze and the tears of angels pouring down upon us, and he positioned his arm around my waist. Softly, he kissed my neck and I drew in a sharp breath in preperation. Just as I had expected, türkçe bahis his teeth came crashing down on my flesh in a swift and angry motion, administering the vivid sense that my skin was being pierced with a sharp needle. I rocked against his mouth, whimpering at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure washing over me. I didn’t breathe again until his mouth traveled back up to mine, taking me in another hungry kiss.

Our eyes met for just a second but I averted mine shyly to glance across the plains behind him once more. I watched the rain streak the sky in slanted lines. The wind lifted his trench coat so it trailed behind him, reminding me fittingly of a vampire’s cape. I turned my attention back to him, pressed my lips to his, and all his violent passion took over. He lifted me against him so that my feet no longer touched the ground. I’m flying. Thunder rumbled overhead and the wind pounding through the trees was deafening. A flash of lightening struck, almost unnoticed. We were too caught up in each other to care.

Come, I whispered, interlocking my fingers with his and leading him deeper into the cemetery. A minute’s walk brought us to a set of stone steps which led to a flat stone slab on which a family tombstone plated in black marble sat and watched over its dead. I mounted the steps, my lover following silently, and motioned for him to lay down. He obeyed, quite conscious of what was to come. I straddled his hips and pinned his arms above his head. My lips brushed his, güvenilir bahis siteleri so lightly it could barely be called a kiss. He lifted his head to deepen the kiss, but I pulled just out of reach and, instead, lashed at his neck with my tongue.

I want to feel you inside me, I panted under my breath. …I want us to be one,… I tugged off my pants and rocked against him, getting him ready. He groaned impatiently and maneuvered his pants out from between us.

I closed my eyes and sucked in my breath. His hands rested themselves on my hips and I let go of all restraint. Suddenly, I fell upon him and the piercing pain of my virginity being torn from my very being overwhelmed me. The stormy night and the cemetery embracing us came at us in flashes. Black and white photographs laced with screams and tears.

I watched the photographs transform from historical grave stones into mirror images of us in my mind’s eye. Like spying on strangers, I watched our struggling bodies strive toward release. A tear streamed down my cheek. Frustration was building within me. So close. The world spun faster around us, orgasm surged beneath my skin; I could feel the flames of climax blaze through my body. I’m dying. And then it all came together. The world slowed so that the images became clear again, and finally came to a dead stop. It was no longer raining but our bodies were slick with sweat. I love you, I breathed almost inaudibly. I ran my fingers absent-mindedly through his hair and kissed him with the last of my energy. Spent, my body went limp and I collapsed on top of him. The night wrapped around us like a black cotton blanket studded with stars, protecting us through our dream-filled sleep.

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He stood, frozen in his tracks, his mouth open, barely daring to breath lest he should draw her attention to his presence. Torn between fascination, guilt and eroticism as he watched her.

It was his first job away from home. A fresh faced young man with so much to learn, thrust into a completely new but exciting environment so far from what he knew and was used to. A newly hatched turtle making for the crashing waves.

She was his boss. She’d hired him. He couldn’t quite believe she had. A daunting woman with a sharp mind, an acerbic wit and an earthy sense of humour. As well as a disarming smile and porcelain skin.

He found himself caught between fear and respect for her and wondering how it might feel to grasp her wrists, overwhelm her with passion, maul those small but fascinatingly pointed breasts that sat high on her chest, and bury himself in those passionate lips whilst gazing deeply into those sparkling eyes.

As the weeks went by he found his lust ever harder to contain. Sneaking glances at her cleavage in the tight, low cut sweaters she often wore and at her silky legs, losing himself as he dreamed illegal bahis of exploring ever further up them to what lay beyond his gaze. And then he would realise that, lost in his dreams and his lascivious thoughts, he had looked a little too long, and he would rapidly glance away, blushing furiously in case she had become aware, knowing that he was fundamentally vulnerable to this woman, who was so close but so far away.

On occasions he seemed certain that she had caught him looking. Could she not have seen where his eyes lay? Could she not have realised what occupied his thoughts? Could she be aware and enjoying the attention, or could she be scornful of such unwelcome attention?

He tried to put the thought of her away but every morning he found himself confronted by this unyielding temptation. This paradox of power and lust and danger.

And then he found himself at her home. A party to celebrate success at work. He watched as she held court with colleagues, stripped of the formality of the office, those dancing eyes, that unconfined humour, that unbridled confidence. At the end of the night he found himself stretched illegal bahis siteleri out on the sofa, too drunk to move but too sober to sleep, thinking of her in the room above him, wishing that she might be thinking of him in the room below.

It was morning when he climbed the stairs, gently, step by step, desperate not to wake her, heading for the bathroom. Half way up he stopped and gazed across to his left at her door, half ajar. In the jamb of the door he could see her stretched out on the bed, on her stomach, one arm hanging towards the floor, the flawless porcelain skin of her naked back turned slightly towards him, her head away from him, her shoulders gently rising and falling as she breathed.

And so it was he stood, frozen in his tracks, his mouth open, barely daring to breath lest he should draw her attention to his presence. Torn between fascination, guilt and eroticism as he watched her.

And then she moved. Slightly, imperceptibly. He felt a sense of panic. If he moved suddenly a noise could give away his presence, if he stayed she might roll over and see him. So he stood paralysed, his heart beating canlı bahis siteleri thunderously, giddy at the sight of her and the situation he found himself in. If only he could see more. If only he hadn’t put himself in such a vulnerable position.

And then he sensed movement in the half open doorway and looked across to see what he had failed to notice before, a mirror in the corner of the room. A mirror perfectly angled. And those piercing eyes staring straight at him.

He stared back, his mouth open, not knowing whether to speak or to move, their eyes locked together. And then he realised her breasts were bare, small, soft, alabaster breasts with rosy light pink nipples. And her stomach was bare. Gentle, soft, womanly, rounded stomach. And her lower abdomen was bare, bare of clothing and bare of hair.

As he stared, she stared back. Not a word spoken, the two of them connected by a hidden electrical bond. Without moving her eyes from him she slowly opened her legs, revealing the forbidden folds of her pussy, lips agape. She gently trailed her hand to her vagina and caressed her clitoris with her forefinger, never once blinking or moving her gaze away from him. Her expression intense, formed in concentration. And then she moved her fingers away from that treasure and, glistening eyes smiling, beckoned him to come to her with that glazed forefinger…

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Arthur looked up at the fourth floor window. It was dark, but he didn’t think Digitalis would be up at this hour. Regardless, Arthur had a key and the front desk knew him.

The damp September morning had an early autumn chill and gray clouds above threatened rain, which would have been more pleasant if Arthur had thought to put on a coat. Arthur’s dark wavy waist-length hair was twisted back in a half-undone nighttime braid; his freckled olive skin was pale; and his shoulders were exposed in his wrap-type tank top. His jeans were warm enough for the lower half of his body, but he stood with his arms wrapped around his chest and his black-feathered wings puffed out a little at his sides to keep him warmer. Arthur had awakened to a phone call at half-past five in the morning, to a pleasant voice bearing…not unwelcome news, he reasoned to himself. If it wasn’t unwelcome though, why was his stomach hot and roiling like he was angry? He didn’t know. He’d simply slid on his sandals and blustered out of his apartment, smashing his bad wing on the doorjamb and cursing all the way down the stairs.

Outside Digitalis’s apartment building, Arthur took another look up at the window, steadied his wings, and stepped decisively toward the door-

“Arthur?”

Arthur jumped. The first thing he saw was Digitalis’s blunt, glossy bluejay wings, a shade darker than his short wavy blue hair. Arthur couldn’t see much of him underneath that though: Digitalis was carrying a haphazardly-stacked pile of groceries in his arms, teetering dangerously in brown bags as he craned his neck to peer at Arthur through a gap. Digitalis’s normally tan face was red and he was panting. Arthur approached him and took half the groceries, also pulling open the door.

“Why thank you,” said Digitalis brightly. “Are you here to help me with these?”

They entered the building and set down the groceries when Digitalis signed them in, and they made their way over to the elevator. Arthur took an extra stack of grocery bags from Digitalis while he unlocked the door.

Ten minutes later, Arthur plopped back onto Digitalis’s couch, brushing the floor behind it with his flight feathers.

“So uh…I thought it was your day off? Did you not want to sleep in?” said Digitalis, entering the room and sitting down next to Arthur. His face was still pink, making his clear, pupilless amber eyes seem brighter.

“I uh…couldn’t sleep,” yawned Arthur. “Why were you out shopping this early?”

Digitalis grinned. “Well I got some good news yesterday, and I couldn’t sleep either.”

Arthur’s phone vibrated and he took it out of his pocket. He couldn’t keep his attention focused, and opened the message. He closed it and set his phone aside when he saw who it was, muttering, “oh of course she knows” under his breath.

“Is illegal bahis it Rabb?” asked Digitalis. “Bear, she told me she doesn’t care what happened between you. She just wants to talk to you again.”

Arthur sank in his seat and leaned on Digitalis, burying his face in the fluffy shoulder of Digitalis’s coat. It was still cool from outside, and smelled like chilly rain. “I know, Digit,” Arthur groaned. “Just…I just need a little time. I have to process this first.”

Digitalis put his arm around Arthur’s shoulders. “Process what? What happened?”

Arthur gritted his teeth, his wing twitching restlessly and still throbbing from getting slammed in the doorway as he’d left his apartment. “Can we talk about it later? I can’t do it right now.”

“Sure thing, Bear,” said Digitalis, sitting up a little. “Would you like some breakfast? I can start some rice for loco moco, or make chocolate chip pancakes – not as perfect of yours of course, but they taste the same.”

“I don’t know what I want,” said Arthur. “I’m tired and…” he sat up, and Digitalis shifted so Arthur could lean on him without squashing his wing into the couch. Arthur gratefully stretched out on the couch against Digitalis, nuzzling into Digitalis’s chest through his jacket. Arthur listened quietly to the steady rhythm of Digitalis’s breathing for several minutes while Digitalis rubbed his back, occasionally switching to preening the downy black feathers between Arthur’s wings. It was comforting, and the frozen knot of indecisiveness in Arthur’s belly began to thaw slowly. When he noticed he was finally starting to feel better, he twisted a little to look up at the clock. It was a quarter to seven in the morning: he’d only left his apartment an hour before.

“You alright, Bear?” asked Digitalis.

Arthur took a deep breath. He wanted to tell Digitalis what was wrong, but it would take a lot of explaining and he didn’t even know where to start. “Fuck me,” sighed Arthur plaintively.

Digitalis paused and gave him a quizzical look. “Was that an expression of frustration or an invitation?”

Arthur leaned into Digitalis’s chest, but turned his face to look up at him hopefully. “Both? Can we do the breakfast carbs too?”

Digitalis grinned, leaned down, and kissed Arthur. “Invitation accepted, and yes. How would you like it?”

Arthur sat up a little, stretching his wings slowly. “The fucking or the carbs?”

“Both.”

Arthur nuzzled into Digitalis’s chest before sitting up. “Ask me in ten minutes on the carbs and…Mark me.”

An unexpectedly wicked grin spread across Digitalis’s face. “Can I do it on the couch?”

Arthur looked up at Digitalis: behind him, his wings were held steady, and not swaying slightly the way they normally did when he was being silly. “Are you…are you serious?”

“I’m illegal bahis siteleri getting rid of my couch today,” said Digitalis.”It’s going in a furniture bag and out the door at nine for pickup. We’ll have to start soon though: I haven’t peed since this time yesterday, and I’m actually pretty desperate right now.”

“Well alright,” snorted Arthur, sitting up a little. Arthur sat up a bit to start taking off his clothes, but Digitalis stood up in a single, graceful movement, turned, and straddled himself over Arthur’s legs. Arthur could feel Digitalis’s warmth through his clothes: after a little exercise his body gave off an intense heat, and it was nice to cuddle into on cold nights.

Digitalis wore an old pair of sweatpants and pulled them down in the front. Arthur put a hand on Digitalis’s butt to pull him forward and felt the rush of hot urine down his front. He raised Digitalis’s coat to watch: Digitalis was half hard, issuing a strong jet in a short, messy arch, right into the front of Arthur’s clothes. Digitalis was circumcised, and his blue pubic hair was neatly trimmed all the way down to his testicles. Arthur ran his fingers through it, down Digitalis’s lower belly. Digitalis’s warmth soaked into Arthur’s front, and Arthur could feel himself starting to throb inside the crotch of his pants.

“You’re so warm,” sighed Arthur. Digitalis let him reach up and aim the stream. “I’m not even mad that you’re flooding my clothes.”

Digitalis flinched, pulled away, and pinched the tip of his dick, stopping his flow. “Oh…I thought-” gasped Digitalis. “I’m sorry-“

“Digit, no, it’s fine,” laughed Arthur. “Better than fine – it’s more traditional to do it fully-clothed…Come on and finish up.” Arthur patted his belly. Digitalis took a deep breath, pushed his hips forward, and let go again in a short burst, followed by a reluctant trickle. Digitalis wasn’t usually shy, and Arthur looked down: Digitalis was trying to pee, but he was erect, his penis bobbing up and down from the effort.

“Is it rude to get hard in the middle of marking?” gulped Digitalis. Arthur had to hold back a giggle.

“No, no, it’s a compliment…renoige men are just usually better at peeing with erections than most humanoid peoples.”

Digitalis laughed nervously, “Well if it is, I’m happy to give it.” Digitalis tried briefly to coax himself to pee again before Arthur spoke up.

“I can uh…return the compliment if you like,” said Arthur, unzipping his pants. Digitalis scooted up on Arthur’s lap, and Arthur let go a lot more readily than he’d expected. The pressure in his bladder drained in a steady jet that he aimed almost straight upward on Digitalis’s coat. The piss rolled off at first but quickly soaked into the material. Digitalis moved his erection into the stream and canlı bahis siteleri began stroking himself.

“Your urine is really clear,” Digitalis commented.

“Uh…thanks,” said Arthur, looking up at Digitalis curiously.

Digitalis blushed again, and it made his pupilless amber eyes seem brighter. “It’s a sports thing.”

“Then I’m sure I’ll learn what it is, eventually,” said Arthur. To his surprise, Digitalis’s face lit up, turning redder.

“Does that mean you’re coming to the start-of-the-year track meet next week?” asked Digitalis slowly, stroking himself faster.

“I should be able to. I cleared my schedule for that day-” Digitalis cut Arthur off by kissing him hard on the mouth. Arthur kissed back.

Arthur couldn’t see what he was doing and kept peeing, using his free hand to cup Digitalis’s butt. His hips rocked slightly while he gave little grunts and moans into Arthur’s mouth. He often made those noises when he was enjoying himself, and it was slowly growing Arthur’s erection in his hand.

Arthur noticed that Digitalis’s hips were starting to move faster just before Digitalis’s body tensed up against him. A hot wave of thick fluid doused Arthur’s hand, forearm and the front of his top, followed by several smaller ones. Digitalis relaxed for a second and he broke off the kiss, panting. Arthur realized that he wasn’t peeing anymore. He looked down: he was hard, his clothes were soaked, and large white spatters covered the bottom of his top and the waist of his jeans.

“Wow, that was a lot,” said Arthur.

“I’m so sorry, Bear-“

Arthur leaned back a little, letting his boner throb in the air. “For what?”

Digitalis gulped, “Your clothes. If we get them in the wash now maybe they won’t stain.”

“I’m always up for taking my clothes off, and I already needed a shower,” said Arthur. “Can we finish this in the bathroom though?”

“Of course!” said Digitalis, kissing Arthur on the mouth briefly before getting up. He led Arthur to the bathroom, quickly stripped off his clothes, and whisked them away across the hall to the laundry room. Arthur started the shower and stood under it, absentmindedly preening his flight feathers with his fingers and letting the water hit his cock while he waited for Digitalis.

The door to the hall creaked open quietly, and Arthur heard Digitalis’s footsteps on the tile floor; he walked lightly for how athletic he was. “Your phone and keys were in your pocket, Bear,” Digitalis’s voice echoed in the bathroom, followed by the clinking of keys on porcelain. There was an odd hesitance in Digitalis’s voice.

“Is my phone waterlogged?” asked Arthur. His apprehension wasn’t enough to dampen his throbbing member, swollen and dark red under the hot water.

“It didn’t escape the flood entirely, but it wasn’t soaked,” replied Digitalis. “It still works – I dried it off and it’s out here on the sink.” There was a rustling noise as Digitalis took off his clothes. A minute later, he was pulling aside the curtain to join Arthur in the shower.

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My girlfriend travels a lot for business. So this leaves me to my own devices for a week and sometimes even two weeks at a time. One night I stumbled across this really hot porn while surfing the Internet and stroking my cock. With lust filled eyes, I watched this hot blond chick fucking another really hot blond chick with a dildo attached to a reciprocating saw. I thought to myself damn, the best sex toys are made for women.

Being alone and bored for the past week got my mind going. What if I took my reciprocating saw and fabricated my own masturbation tool to it so I could fuck myself with it?

I grabbed my favorite jackoff toy and studied it to see how I could fasten it to the end of my reciprocating saw. I figured I could take the plastic case and screw it to the working end of the saw. Once this was done, I merely had to take the sleeve, insert it into the plastic case and see how it worked.

I pulled the saw’s trigger and watched with horny fascination how my new masturbation tool responded. This was cool. Now how was I going to use it? I study the situation further and realized that using my new jackoff tool would not be very comfortable if I had to hold the heavy and bulky saw over my cock while it jacked me off.

So I figured I would disassemble the saw and remove the trigger device, which actuated the saw’s speed and movement. I then took the saw with my jackoff sleeve firmly mounted to it and assembled it to a truss that I fabricated. Now I could easily hold the small speed controller in one hand while the jackoff tool worked on my cock because it was held firmly in place by the truss system.

The canlı bahis şirketleri truss system I fabricated used a thin band of thin steel to connect both ends of truss so as to keep the whole system from bouncing around as the saw cycled up and down over my cock. Because my ass would be sitting on the band, it enabled the whole machine and truss system to stay in place while the saw went up and down on my cock.

Once I was finished, I was so excited I was practically on the verge of cuming just thinking about my first trial run.

I stripped out of my clothes. Applied lots of lube to my new masturbation toy and laid down on the floor under the jackoff tool. Then I grabbed the base of my cock and with nervous excitement, I shoved stuck it into the machine.

I looked down at my new jackoff tool with my swollen cock now planted inside. It looked pretty cool and I was more than ready to get the stroking started. As began to pull the trigger I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. So, I started the jackoff tool slowly at first. Even the first few strokes felt so amazing. Knowing that I was completely relaxed and comfortable while my cock was being stroked without any effort on my part.

Of course, my extreme horniness got the better of me and I gradually started increasing the speed on my new jackoff tool. Before long, the machine was stroking up and down on my cock at maximum speed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t withstand the extreme sensations and I came within a few seconds. The whole trial lasted only about a minute and a half.

But I do have to say, my orgasm was sensational. One canlı kaçak iddaa of the best cums I’d ever had. As a matter of fact, I was so excited by the success of my new invention; I was ready to go again in about five minutes.

This time, I decided I would take it slower in hopes of enjoying the experience a little longer. I pushed my once again stiff cock into the jackoff toy and started the stroking action at the slowest speed it was capable of. I then took the speed controller and threw it out of reach so I wouldn’t be tempted to speed up the stroking. I really wanted to enjoy this stroking session and I wanted it to last.

My new masturbation tool was working perfect. I was really enjoying the sensations and let myself go as it gently stroked my cock. The stroke on a reciprocation saw is not very long and because I mounted it to the truss in such a ridged fashion, I couldn’t move very much without disturbing the whole set-up.

My limited movement was both good and bad. I wanted to writhe around while being stroked but I couldn’t because I risked my cock becoming dislodged from the sleeve. I was enjoying the gentle stroking so much that I didn’t dare risk upsetting the motion in fear that it would force me to stop and reset the whole scene.

So I just had to lie there almost motionless as the jackoff machine continued to methodically work its magic on my cock. It was so tantalizing really. The jackoff machine was moving ever so slowly up and down my cock and because I had just cum a few minutes ago, I wasn’t even close to another orgasm yet.

I remained there on the floor lying on my back canlı kaçak bahis in absolute heaven for about fifteen minutes until the onset of my second orgasm finally came sneaking up on me. By now I wanted to cum so bad but the stroking was so agonizingly slow. My orgasm was in sight but it was just creeping up on me inch by teasing inch.

It felt like forever but finally, my orgasm had reached the point of no return. You know, that sensation you get somewhere deep inside and once you feel it, nothing can stop you from cuming even if a meteor hit in the next room.

But this orgasm happened in a way I never experienced before. I came at such a slow rate. I swear that I felt the first dose of cum at the base of my cock and I could feel as it ever so slowly traveled up through my urethra toward the head. Like I was cuming in slow motion.

The slow stroking movement of the jackoff tool caused my load to almost hesitate at the tip of my cock before it finally came gushing out of me in one tremendous shotgun like blast. After that, the floodgates opened up and spurt after hot gooey spurt was gushing out of my cock as my orgasm continued on and on.

The machine kept up with the tantalizingly slow pace while I continued to cum. Stroking me as each convulsing spasm of orgasmic ecstasy kept on and on.

Stroke…stroke…stroke…stroke. The machine kept milking shot after shot of cum out of me until it managed to milk every last drop it possibly could from my balls. Finally my cock was limp and I managed to roll over and grab the controller to shut down the machine.

I was so spent, I just lay underneath my new machine while my cum slowly drained from the sleeve. Flowing down onto my stomach, onto my balls and down the crack of my ass. I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sight of my girlfriend standing over me with a smile on her face and shaking her head.

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He arrived early for their scheduled meeting and sat in his car sweating profusely. He wasn’t sure he could go through with it; terrified at the thought of meeting the Ebony goddess of his dreams. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave and never look back but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. He had jerked off and fantasized about an opportunity such as this for a very long time.

At exactly 8:00 he rang her buzzer. She lived in a luxury condo like he’d never seen before. She opened the door and welcomed him in. “Hello it’s a pleasure o finally meet you. Please do come in.” Her home was just as lovely as she was. She was wearing a silk dress the color of cinnamon and complemented her mocha colored skin. It hugged the curves of her body perfectly and showed off her magnificent behind as she walked in front of him to invite him to sit. She was gracious, “Would you care for a drink to calm you down, you look nervous.”

He shook his head, almost afraid to speak. His hands were sweating and he wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen so he has rather nervously and looked around at all the Black art and the exquisite furnishings, waiting for instructions.

She sat in a chair across from him and crossed her legs. He couldn’t help but stare at her bare feet with her toes painted red and all the way up to her shapely calves and thighs. She was making pleasant conversation but he wasn’t really paying attention, he was wondering how a gorgeous woman like that could even think about doing something as nasty and perverted as she had proposed to do.

He wouldn’t have to wait long to get what he desired. She grabbed her stomach and held it as her face showed signs of discomfort. “There’s no reason for small talk, you aren’t here because I want to be your friend. You came here for a reason and I’ve been holding this all day long and I can’t hold it much longer.” She stood up and came over canlı bahis şirketleri to where he was seated on the sofa. She slowly turned around and lifted the back of her dress. “Put your face in there,” she instructed. As she nuzzled his nose in the crack of her panty covered ass, she let out a fart and he inhaled it like it was perfume. She stood up and said, “Let’s get to it, shall we?”

He stood as if in a daze. She led him to a bedroom and flipped the light switch. It had been converted to a playroom of sorts, not really a dungeon, but a definitely a room for some serious play. The walls were painted deep red and candles lit the room. The candles made the room a little warm for his taste and he felt himself starting to sweat.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the floor over there.” She pointed to corner of the room that had a rim seat attached to the floor. He undressed quickly and got into position. His hands covered his erection and he turned to see that she was getting undressed. All she had to do was unzip her dress and let it slide to the floor. She was breathtaking in the soft candlelight and he started stroking his cock as he saw her body of perfection. She wore a black bra and panty set made of lace and she bent over and slid the panties past her full hips. Her ass was the stuff dreams were made of and he could barely see the full lips of her pussy as she showed off her butt.

Still bent over, she spread her cheeks and ran her finger over her asshole. He moaned out load at the sexy sight and stroked that much faster. She was an excellent tease and she started masturbating right there, moaning and fingering herself.

You have a choice, I can handcuff you to the chair just in case you think you might back out at the last minute or you can have your hands free. There’s nothing I hate more than having a mouth sucking my shithole and then at the last second he gets scared and canlı kaçak iddaa tries to push me off. What will it be?

There really was no turning back and he opted to go with no handcuffs so he could be free to stroke his cock. She got into position over him and he could see her pussy lips spread. Almost before he knew what happened, he felt a stream of hot piss hitting his face. He opened his mouth and shut his eyes, the liquid getting in his eyes. Her flow was strong and hard and he had to swallow several times. As it dwindled to a stop he waited for instructions.

“Lick me clean.” He couldn’t believe his ears. He lifted his head and began to lap at the sweet flesh of her divine cunt. It tasted like heaven, the salty remnants of her urine and the slick sweetness of her juices mixed together to form a taste that was intoxicating. She was grinding her pussy back and forth, using his mouth to get herself off, as he stuck his tongue out for her to use.

She stopped herself before she came and she said, “I know what you really want. You want to suck the shit out of my asshole. You want to see my asshole opening up and you want to feel your mouth fill up with my hot turd. You want to suck that log while it’s coming out of my divine black goddess asshole like it’s a fat, hard shit cock and you want to eat the filthy crap that I shit out of my body, don’t you?”

He was crazed as he heard those words, stroking his cock furiously; afraid he would cum before got his first taste. Her ass was just inches from his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and tasted the earthy musky natural flavor of her butt. He drove his tongue deep in her hole and tried to lick her fucking colon. He sealed his tongue around her hole and sucked hard, causing her to moan in pleasure.

“Oh, here it comes you toilet mouth. I’m going to dump a huge load of shit right in your disgusting mouth. Look at it. Look at my asshole canlı kaçak bahis pushing out a big raunchy hot loaf for you.” Her asshole bulged and he saw the tip emerge. It was hard and bumpy and covered in ass slime. He put his mouth to it and kissed it gently. She pulled it back in and laughed as he cried out as if he was in pain. She made him beg for it and he was panting like a dog as he pleaded with her to use his mouth for what it was intended for, a hole for black women to use for whatever reason they saw fit.

He heard the crackle and the smell was overwhelming. He panicked and wanted to push her away but he knew he couldn’t. His cock was so hard it hurt.

“Oh fuck, here it comes, eat my shit. Eat my filthy hot shit you pig mouth. I’m going to cum, oh this is so nasty.” The first log filled his mouth rapidly and he could barely breath the smell was so overwhelming. A stream of piss shot on his chest and he could see the tip of another turd coming out before he had gotten rid of the first one. Her moans of ecstasy were driving him crazy and he could feel the cum in his nuts boiling up. He started to chew and the bitter smooth paste began to slide down his throat and he had become the human toilet of a beautiful black mistress. He had inside him the perfect gift and all of a sudden he wanted more. He couldn’t get enough. He started begging for more shit.

“Oh Mistress, dump your shit in my white toilet mouth. Use me, degrade me, make me your shit whore that you use every time you need to take a shit. Fill my worthless mouth with your dirty waste. Please, oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

He shot so hard that his cum landed on his face. It was the perfect topping to a gourmet dessert. Unashamed of his actions, he licked her asshole clean, no need for paper when his tongue was there. She showed him to a huge bathroom where he was allowed to shower clean. When he was dressed, he came out to find her in a robe and holding the front door for him to leave. There was no pleasant conversation, no pretense of friendship, she just closed the door behind him. He sat in his car, this time, not full of nerves, full of shit, literally.

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Hello again,

This is another chapter in an ongoing reminiscence about our group approach to higher education. It is meant to be fun and, hopefully, a little spicy. If some of this reflects your experiences and tastes, feel free to e-mail or let this inspire you to tell your story here….

*****

MARGARET

I suppose I should explain Margaret, as much as I understand her. Margaret was one of our group of five, and though we were all leaders, in turn, in conversation and cooking and suggestions and surprises, it was Margaret who was most often our hostess, physically, and she played the part with a natural ease that she was raised to.

Margaret was wealthy, as was Anarkali. Annie and I would fall into upper middle class, and Jo had a middle class upbringing, but I understood wealth, and Margaret was a wealthy girl. One of many things we all shared was an appreciation of fine things, some that real disposable income could make possible, but we were also fully appreciative of a kind word or a thoughtful deed, money not involved in the least.

None of us would tolerate any sort of arrogance or attitude that some with money liked to wield like a club. We were excited by a bargain, and would only tell the price of something if the telling revealed some remarkable find for a dollar. If Anarkali wanted to spring for tickets to Tortola or London, I would accept her spending her father’s bottomless expense account without guilt, and I would spring for food and cabs, etc. with my more modest wallet. We were NOT the types to buy Dom by the case, and saw that as a good example of flash gone wrong.

Margaret’s house was within a determined walking distance from the Bryn Mawr campus, but having risked the winding, sidewalk lacking speedway to get there, one walk was enough. The house was a huge, dark-stone-with-much-glass, 1950s Moderne home. Set back on wooded acreage, it’s size was deceptive illegal bahis from a distance. The back of the house was multi leveled, with a large, heated pool and cabana houses. The heart of the house was a room that had been designed around a famous British painting that her grandfather had bought at Christie’s 50 years earlier. A colossal, Near East Romantic Period nude with a Souave in the background, menacing anyone who would look upon her with his scimitar, the painting was impossible not to look at or be aware of when in the room, impossible not to anticipate when heading towards the room.

They called that room the parlor. We called it the Orientale room, said with a grin. The room was an odd, dark 50s reinterpretation of 1870s Near East Romanticism. The furnishings were 80s; gigantic, broad, square, cushy divans (with tassles added in a nod to their surroundings) around a huge, square coffee table. Though the heart of the house, this room was isolated enough to feel secure in.

Margaret was tall and slender, and dressed in a casual, scrumpled lineny way that often completely hid the fact that she was so striking when naked. Her hair was a mess, and she often wore it with two rolled scarves, one just above her scalp and another gathering the hair a little further on. The effect, to me, was like the Bride of Frankenstein, except dusty red and without the wavy white stripe. On formal occassions, she would spend hours turning it into cascades of very long, oiled coils (say that three times, drunk!) or staightening it into some remarkably scaled chignon, sort of society meets the B52s. Margaret had beautiful skin, freckled, which she had to maintain with various unguents, which we all were happy to rub in at any time.

Annie, Jo, Anarkali and I would meet at Margaret’s at least once every week. We’d cook a great meal, drink, and break off into comfy chairs to study. Sometimes that was all there was illegal bahis siteleri to an evening, and that was fine. But as often as not, after we all felt like we’d gotten enough done to maintain our self respect as hard working students, we would undress and put on one of Margaret’s collection of over the top vintage robes, and one by one we would all settle into the Orientale room for tales of adventures and misadventures, and, if our drinking carried us that way, the occasional grown up version of truth or dare. This was usually some challenge to some sort of public display of sex, usually between myself and Anarkali, or between Jo and Annie. Margaret remained a wild card in all this, which kept us all guessing.

It took us a few months to be this comfortable and out in the open about sex, but once we arrived at this point, it was if we owned a remarkable game which the rest of the world hadn’t figured out yet.

… but back to Margaret…

Margaret’s mother was a major force at the International House, one of her many noblesse oblige hobbies. I House was on the campus of Penn, where Jo and I went to school, and was the housing for students from around the world. Over the years, an endless stream of students had been invited over for dinner and, often, over night, and Margaret, from a shockingly early age, had had a great many of THEM for dinner. Her modus operandi was to dress in one of her many elaborate, vintage robes, naked underneath, and slowly, over the course of the evening, reveal more and more of herself to the visiting student, be it boy or girl. Their reaction or lack of it fueled her desire and drove her forward. As a result, she was constantly being invited to visit ‘friends’ around the world, carrying her debauch along on a global scale. It was comforting knowing that I wasn’t the only kid driven by a delicious wickedness growing up.

Margaret made sure we all had the best canlı bahis siteleri robes from her vast collection, and we revealed ourselves to each other, familiar though as we all were with each other, with much grinning and a renewed sence of comical naughtiness.

***********************

A week after Anarkali had sobbed about Annie and Margaret using ‘lesbian logic’ on her, I found myself at Margaret’s pool with Jo, high and happy, late. Everyone else had gone to sleep, and I slipped down to the pool only to have Jo follow as soon as I hit the water. As I climbed out to fix us drinks, Jo stood in front of me and we both faced the mirrored sliding door of the cabana. She was so short and I was so tall that it was quite funny, and she wanted to emphasise that by pulling my arms around her tiny nakedness as we looked at ourselves. We smiled and became quiet as she placed my hands on her tiny breasts.

I broke the spell by asking her why it was OK for a tiny lesbian to place my manly hands on her naked person, yet if I’d done that on my own… She looked up at me, smiling but with a funny glare, and asked, well, did I want to make passionate love with her or not? I’m not sure, I replied, but I know I sure as hell like hanging out with you naked. I didn’t want boffing me to be some sort of revenge for her girlfriend Annie, sleeping with my girlfriend, Anarkali. I sat her on the edge of the pool, feet in the water, at the shallow end, as I stood and we talked, lips to lips, but still talking, arms around each other. We talked about terms and perameters and friendship and how much we both loved each other and the other three as well. We kissed a circle of gentle talk about the big picture (of our lives at this moment, not the painting in the house) that making love was more than OK, it was good, but only if we laid the whole thing out to the group in the morning. Then we slipped into a beautiful, beautiful kiss, and my hard on grew and headed towards her luscious peach, parting the lips now wet with her hot butter. Our embrace grew tighter, more a gentle wrestling match, and I slipped inside. We were lovers and friends, friends and lovers…………….

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Giselle threw done her keys as she came in the door. Tonight had been a blast. Courtney’s wedding was only three weeks away. Giselle was the maid of honor, so the fun of throwing her a bachelorette party fell to her. She’d surprised Courtney by hosting a very demure party, lots of Hors d’oeuvres and classical music. Until…at 9pm, a limo had pulled up at the front door to take them to the best dance club in town.

By the time they arrived at the club, the drinks were going down easy and everyone was having an amazing time. That is until Liam showed up. Giselle’s ex seemed to have made a point of coming up and congratulating Courtney.

“Liam, how are you?” Courtney had asked. “I’d offer to let you join us, but I think Giselle has some things planned that aren’t up your alley.” She giggled, which meant that she’d had too much to drink.

“Too bad,” Liam had responded. His piercing blue eyes ran over the length of Giselle as he replied to Courtney. He rubbed a hand over his stubbled chin and smiled.

“Let me squeeze through, so I can order a drink,” he had said. Liam pressed himself up against her as he placed his order. “Anything for you?” he asked only inches away from her ear. His hot breath across her lobe made her ache. How long had it been since she’d orgasmed? Days, possibly a week. She felt the desire well up in her.

Giselle knew the space at the bar was tight, and she couldn’t help but notice that he was aroused. He didn’t say a word, but he smiled when he saw Giselle’s eyes move to his crotch. She had the urge to grind up against him, to tease him, to let him know that she had desires too.

Courtney must have read her thoughts, because she had immediately squeezed in between the former couple. “How about a drink for the bride to be?” she asked.

Liam had been long gone by the time the stripper showed up for Courtney. Giselle had arranged with the bar to have one of the VIP areas curtained off, so that their activities wouldn’t be seen.

The girls had all whooped and laughed as the man began taking his clothes off. He’d stripped to a tiny G-string that barely covered his impressive manhood. He had a sculpted body that each of them had touched as they slipped dollar bills under the strings of his costume.

“Which one of you is the bride?” he’d asked and he gave Courtney a special dance.

Giselle had already paid for his services, but he’d managed a few minutes of writhing in her direction. Giselle had focused on him, watching his every move as if he was making love to her. The experience had left her breathless and wanting release.

The evening had been a success, but Giselle now found herself antsy. Tonight she wasn’t wishing that she was the one getting married. No, she was thinking about Liam and the stripper and not wanting to go to bed alone.

However, it was now 2am. She wasn’t about to go on-line to try to scratch this itch. She was going to have to take matters into her own hands, she thought. She smiled at her own word play.

First, she wanted to a shower. The bar and the party had been smoky. She wanted to smell nice before she took care of her own needs. Giselle turned on the water. Steam slowed curled up from the shower stall, lending a mysterious air to the room. Not so hot so that it would tire her out, but just hot enough to perk her up for an hour or so.

The water felt delicious as it ran down her skin and off her body. After a few minutes, she adjusted the head of the shower so that the spray fell between her legs. It pounded out a sharp rhythm, almost as if the water knew what would be happening.

She let the water pulse against her, reminding her again of Liam and how she’d wanted to push up against him and feel his manhood pressed up against her.

One of their last times had been in this very shower, and Giselle remembered güvenilir bahis the intense orgasm she’d shared with him as they screwed. Liam had helped her soap up. He’d slid the washcloth between her legs, fueling her desire. He had moved around behind her.

“Are you ready?” he’d asked in a husky voice.

Giselle had turned around and kissed him hard on the lips, letting her tongue flick against his. “Are you?”

He’d entered her from behind, using his hands to caress her breasts. The angle had been right for her to feel each thrust against her clit. She’d come twice that evening.

She dried herself off, using the towel to rub between her legs. Tingling ran up her body. She inhaled sharply as she moved the towel. She put on panties and threw a robe over her still damp body, and slipped out of the bathroom.

Giselle lit a few candles in the bedroom. She was wide awake and humming a song. She recognized it as one of the songs that had played during the strip tease earlier that evening. She got a few items from a bottom drawer of the nightstand and then collected a few more things from around the house. Giselle grabbed the bottle of wine she had opened the night before and poured herself a glass. She inhaled deeply and took a sip. Closing her eyes for a moment to savor the flavor.

She fluffed the pillows on the bed and leaned back, letting her satin robe fall gently off her shoulders. Giselle then reached over and grabbed a piece of ice from the tray she’d brought in with her.

Starting at the navel, the ice cube teased her skin. The cold sensation seemed to woke her up. She took a deep breath and exhaled softly. Her eyes were wide open as she did the same thing again. The water drops that remained felt like kisses on her skin, moist and promising.

She slid her arms out of the sleeves, so that she was now bare above the waist. The ice cube touched her left areole. A shiver ran down her spine as she traced a circle around her nipple, which slowly begin to shrink and harden.

Giselle relaxed and enjoyed her body’s reaction to the touch. She stopped for a moment, the flesh of her nipple soften, and she ran the ice cube around the left nipple again. It hardened faster this time, responding to the cold. Her fingers tips were freezing as she used them to twist and flick her nipple gently. The cold and pressure made her moan softly.

She moved them to the right nipple, repeating the process, tracing the areole with the cube which was now quickly melting.

However, she was far from finished. Giselle took her left nipple and tweaked it, feeling it respond. She pinched it, teased it, and twisted it. Her nipple now stood at attention, and she moved on to the other one. Again she manipulated it, feeling the hard flesh in her hand. Her breath came in ragged spurts as she remove the robe and threw it on the floor.

Giselle took a feather and ran it up and down the insides of her thighs. She remembered how Liam used to blow lightly across her thighs, the warm air caressing her legs and filling her with anticipation. The feather did the same now. She allowed the feather to linger along the lines of her panties, lightly brushing the hairs she’d groomed this morning. She’d been hopeful that something might happen at the bachelorette party, a reason to go home with someone tonight.

She ran the feather over the cotton panties. She smiled, knowing that no man would take this much time to please her. A friend had called it a marathon, not a race to the finish line.

She put the feather back on the nightstand and took a sip from her wine glass. The glass nearly spilled as she tried to put it back on the nightstand. She raised her hips slightly and slowly lowered her panties, kicking them off to the floor. Now she was naked, and Giselle felt a small thrill, knowing that türkçe bahis the time was coming.

She grabbed the little bottle of lube from the nightstand and popped the top. She put a few drops on her index finger. She wanted just enough to take away some friction. She put the bottle back and rested against the pillows. She traced the skin around her opening, feeling the skin start to swell with desire. She touched her lips and moved her fingers between them, teasing them with what was going to happen next.

She slowly slipped her finger inside of her, her motions were smooth and deep. She pushed her finger in a little deeper and then withdrew it. As she began to push in and out, she felt her finger move more smoothly, now relying on her own juices for lubrication.

The hand took on a life of its own as it moved quickly and then slowed and then moved faster still. She squeezed down on her finger, contracting so that she could feel the pull inside of her. She whimpered when she pulled the finger out, feeling its absence inside of her. Giselle forced herself to stop, it was happening to fast and she took a sip of wine.

Now two fingers slid inside of her, easily. She didn’t need lube anymore; her juices were flowing freely. The first thrust brushed against her clit, and she moaned and twitched. She hadn’t been expecting to touch it yet. She was definitely ready for the next phase, but she held off on it. her fingers slid deep inside her this time, pressing against her walls and then sliding back out quickly.

Giselle shifted slightly onto her side so her fingers could go deeper inside her. A few times, she allowed them to brush her clit, sending rushes of heat through her. Giselle started to quickened the pace without touching her clit. How she loved teasing herself.

Pulling out the fingers, the emptiness was palatable. She didn’t bother with lube this time, opting just to add a third finger which was already slick from the other two. This was the type of guy she liked as well, not necessarily long, but thick. Liam had been that way, maybe 7 inches long, but thick at the base. Was he the reason she wanted three fingers inside of her tonight?

She slid the fingers in again and pushed hard. Giselle went nearly up to her second knuckles and moaned with the satisfaction. The additional finger made brushing her clit with every thrust a necessity. She’d lost the ability to choose when to rub against it. The contact happened whether she wanted to or not. She pulled out and then thrust back in again. She moaned louder. It was a good thing that the walls were thick, she thought. Otherwise she’d be waking old Mrs. Yelton next door.

She let her mind go blank and just feel the sensation of the touch, which started to warm her inside. Giselle sped up the thrusts and then slowed them again. For a second, she thought she’d gone too far, but she rested until the feeling passed. Her breath was ragged as she tried to regain her composure. The enjoyment shouldn’t end just yet.

Her fingers twitched, wanting to start up again. Slowly three fingers entered her again. Each thrust felt incredible. She slowed up and then pulled out. She smiled. Now was the fun time. Giselle downed the rest of the glass of wine and then leaned over to the nightstand to grab her vibrating dildo.

She’d picked it up at a party she’d attended a few years ago, one of those erotic versions of the old Tupperware parties.

“Giselle, it’s so – real,” Courtney had said. “What about this one?” Courtney had offered one that looked more like a bullet than a dick.

“I want something that looks like what it is,” Giselle had offered. Several of the other women there had tittered at the response. “It will help with my fantasies.”

In the end, she’d bought what she wanted.

She stopped for a minute and sat up. She güvenilir bahis siteleri poured the rest of the bottle of wine into her glass and took a sip. Giselle had a slight buzz going on now, a feeling of euphoria through her mind – and her body. She was enjoying herself thoroughly.

She twisted the handle, and the device began to hum softly. Giselle started slowly, just teasing her swollen lips. The vibrations had an immediate reaction. The labia grew dark red and swollen as the dildo ran back and forth.

Now the head of the dildo penetrated her. Barely an inch had gone in, and already the juices dripped down the device onto the sheets. She lay flat on the bed and let her muscles go lax. Her hand maneuvered the dildo back and forth, in and out. She never went too far inside of her; Giselle just wanted to tease herself now that she was getting close. What was it that the guys called it – edging. She wanted to go to the edge and pull back before she went over the cliff into pleasure. She wanted to explode tonight. The dildo slid back and forth over her lips. A moan escaped her, and she grabbed a fistful of sheets with her free hand. She bit her lip and then smiled.

Wanting to find a position that would best suit her, she crawled onto her hands and knees. The dildo still held tightly in her right hand. She wondered for a second if she was in this position, because it was Liam’s favorite. She recalled the brush of his body against her tonight and her ache to grind up against him. She’d seen that he was hard and ready.

The dildo hummed again, and slid her hand between her legs. Now she didn’t stop at the lips. The dildo pushed inside. She angled it so that the head of the dildo rubbed directly against her clit. She gasped once and then twice.

Typically, she didn’t depend on direct stimulation to cum, but tonight she wanted a raw and emotional response to her desire. She slid the dildo in and out, faster than she had with her fingers. The pace was relentless and strong. Pleasure rose up in her body, dulling her other senses so everything was focused on a few inches of flesh.

She knew that she’d gone too far to stop now. There would be no pulling back and stopping this time. A freight train of pleasure was approaching, hard, fast and unstoppable. She pressed the dildo against her clit, rubbing it up and down faster and faster until sweat beaded across her forehead. The warmth between her legs grew.

The heat spread to her belly and then sent waves of heat throughout her body. Now she didn’t want to play safe. The orgasm rocked her body. Her breath was heavy and ragged. Giselle felt her face flush as she continued to push the dildo in and out.

A wave of warmth and light washed over her. The moment stopped, and all she could feel was the satisfaction inside of her. Nothing else existed in that moment, just her and her body. Once would not be enough tonight. The quick pace of the dildo persisted throughout the first orgasm. Within minutes, a second one was imminent.

She collapsed on to the bed, feeling another wave of heat spread over her, starting between her legs. This time was slower yet hotter, making her hair stick to her neck. A sheen of sweat covered her and tiny rivulets of perspiration ran down her arms. She panted and tried to catch her breath, but she couldn’t just yet. Her chest heaved, craving air as her body had craved release. The combination of wine and orgasm left her spent on the bed, boneless and limp. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling, the gratification that had finally come. Her eyes drooped with tranquility.

Her relaxed state was interrupted by the chirp of her cellphone. She opened one eye and looked to the nightstand where the phone sat. With effort, Giselle shifted so that she could reach the phone. Liam’s name showed up on the screen along with a photo of him from when they’d dated. He still looked delicious with that mane of dark hair.

Giselle listened to the phone chirp again and then fall silent. She might deal with him another night, but tonight was all about her.

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I walked down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen just in time to see Bobbi bent over taking the tray of Lasagna out of the oven. Even though I was completely satisfied from what had taken place not ten minutes earlier, I couldn’t take my eyes off her sweet round ass sticking out. I could see the outline of her French cut panties through the silk robe she was wearing. She turned around and placed the lasagna down on the table next to the salad bowl and loaf of Italian bread already there. It smelled and looked wonderful.

She asked if I was hungry and I replied. “Ravenous.” Bobbi laughed and said, “I mean for food.”

I laughed also and answered, “Oh yeah, that TOO.”

She asked me if I was enjoying the little surprise she had arranged and I told her it had been wonderful.

“By the way, where is that surprise?” she asked.

I told her Mary wanted to take a quick shower before dinner and would be down soon.

Bobbi poured me a glass of red wine from a jug that was sitting in the middle of the table. “Hubby’s private vintage. Not the best flavor but pretty darn potent,” she explained. I took a sip trying not to make a bad face but in all honesty it was a little vinegary. Luckily Mary came into the kitchen just in time so I didn’t have to rate the wine. She grabbed the jug and filled up a glass until it was almost overflowing and practically chugged it down.

Filling it again she exclaimed, “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Dinner was great. Bobbi wasn’t lying when she told me she was a great cook. The lasagna was incredible and the Caesar salad she prepared made even the best restaurants pale in comparison. She even baked the loaf of Italian bread herself. It must have been quite a sight, the three of us at the table, women in just their panties and robes and me in just boxers and a tee shirt.

As we ate the food and drank the wine, we made small talk with, of course, a lot of sexual innuendo. Mary even grabbed the loaf of bread and pretended that she was going to stuff it up herself, “to add a little flavor” as she put it. We laughed and laughed and the more we drank, the more we laughed.

As Bobbi got up to clear the table, Mary got up and said, “Bobbi, I’ll get the dishes. You just relax.”

Bobbi replied “Thanks. I’m going to go up and shower.” Then looking at me, with a bit of a laugh in her voice, she said, “YOU, stay here. I’m still sore from our last shower.”

Mary had drunk a little too much wine and by now was staggering a bit. In an effort to save the leftovers as well as the dinner plates from crashing on the floor, I told her to sit back down and I’d take care of them. She didn’t protest so I cleared the rest from the table, rinsed the plates and put them into the dishwasher.

When I was finished and turned around, there was Mary naked and spread eagle on the table. “So, are you gonna fuck me now?” she slurred.

“I don’t know, do you want me to?” I teased back.

“Stop teasing me and give me that big, thick cock,” she demanded.

I went over to the table, grabbed her legs and spread them even farther apart and began to rub my semi-erect penis on her slit, not entering, just teasing. Her clit was again very swollen and sticking out and she cooed as my cock slid over it. I took my cock in one hand and slapped it against her pussy. She grabbed a hold of it trying to force it inside, but I wouldn’t let her.

I could tell she was getting frustrated and then she reached down, took a hold of my balls and squeezed. “Give me it or I’ll rip them canlı bahis şirketleri off,” she said. I immediately rammed my cock into her and she let go of her grip. “Oh yeah, that’s much better baby,” she said.

Even though I wasn’t entirely hard yet, I was surprised how easily I was able to enter her. Her pussy was wet with her juices and took my entire shaft. As I slid in and out she begged for more. “Faster, harder, faster you bastard, give me more.”

Most women begged me for less as my thickness was usually painful for them. Not Mary, she couldn’t get enough.

My cock was now completely hard. Her fingers were toying with her clit and beads of sweat were running down her face from her hairline. She was bucking up and down on the table and turning her head from side to side. I reached my arms under her back and lifted her up from the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck, legs around my waist and was impaled on me. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and rammed her back down time and time again.

“Shit yeah. That’s it. It’s all the way in now. I can feel it pressing in on me. Oh, that’s it,” she cried out.

Mary reached one hand down between us and madly started rubbing her clit. Then she yelled, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m cummmmmmiiinnning.” Her pussy was contracting on my cock. It seemed like an eternity until it stopped spasming.

She went a little limp as I placed her feet on the floor next to the table. Since I hadn’t released yet and feeling a bit selfish, I turned her around and forced her face down on the table. I took my cock and slammed it back in her pussy, this time from the back.

She perked up and said. “Yes. I love it from behind. Take me. Do anything you want. I’m your slut . . . Your bitch.”

I slapped her big ass with my palm as I pounded her from the rear.

She was loving every minute of it. I would pull almost all the way out then slam it back in slapping her ass harder each time. I was hammering her so hard the table was moving. I quickened my pace, in and out, in and out, faster and harder. I think she came again just before I did. Didn’t really matter much to me, as I pulled my cock out and let my cum cover her ass.

Mary was exhausted from this workout and just laid there bent over the table with my thick white juice oozing down into her crack. She barely moved as I slipped my boxers back on and made my way out of the kitchen to see what Bobbi was up to.

I climbed up stairs and heard a hair dryer on in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and heard Bobbi say, “Come on in, I’m just finishing up.”

I went in and she turned around. She looked gorgeous standing there like an angel, a bit of make up on, her hair done. “There, I’m all clean,” she said.

“I’m not. I’m gonna grab a quick shower. I’ve got Mary all over me,” I replied.

Bobbi asked me where Mary was and I explained that she was probably asleep on the table. “Too much to drink? Or did ya just wear her out?” she asked.

I just laughed and told her a little bit of both. She asked me if I had taken Mary in the ass and I told her I hadn’t. Bobbi, not really joking, told me she had hoped that I had, because she was still sore everywhere. If I had the urge to do THAT it would have to be with Mary because no way was I getting back in THERE.

I took a fast shower all the time thinking of Bobbi standing there looking absolutely gorgeous. I dried off quickly and made my way to the bedroom. There she was lying on the bed but with her head and shoulders propped up canlı kaçak iddaa on the pillow. She still had her silk robe on but it was open at the top exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I was just getting ready for you,” she said as she undid the sash around her robe and opened it up.

She was naked and between her legs was a fairly large flesh-colored dildo which she removed and placed on the floor. I laid down beside her, took her in my arms and explained to her that she didn’t have to do that. If she wanted me, I would be glad to oblige, but as she was still sore, if she just wanted to lie there and snuggle, that would be fine with me. Oh, how I wanted her and couldn’t believe what I was saying. She kissed me and almost crying, told me she appreciated my being so caring.

Bobbi said she got a little jealous of Mary getting my attention.

“I just want to pleasure you,” she said and began to bite my neck and nibble on my ear.

She took the back of her hand and ever so lightly rubbed it up and down my cock, barely touching it. It began to perk up again and I think Bobbi was relieved thinking I may have been completely spent from my little go around with Mary.

She sat up and opened up the drawer next to the bed, taking out a bottle of massaging oil. Putting some in her hands and rubbing them together, she proceeded to rub it on my chest. Her hands were soft and warm and she gave me a smile as she rubbed my nipples which were now erect. She massaged her way down my body stopping only to replenish the lotion. When she arrived at my penis, she poured the lotion directly on it, then with both hands wrapped together, began to stroke it. She was being very gentle, almost worshipping it. She leaned over and whispered to me that this was really turning her on and would I mind if she mounted me.

“Would I mind?” “Ummm . . . errr . . . well, no I wouldn’t mind at all,” I said.

She never stopped stroking until she was in position squatting over top of me. Then she guided the head of my cock into her pussy. She lowered herself down ever so slowly, remembering how it hurt the day before when she went down hard on it.

As the head penetrated her, she sighed then moaned a bit. I decided to just lay there and let her use me. I watched as she went a little bit lower each time. Her labia were stretched around my cock and pulled out as she rose up a little then pressed back down.

It took a while but I was finally most of the way inside her and now she was moving up and down faster with more urgency. She held the base of my penis in her one hand to stop it from penetrating any further and with her other hand, still oily, was madly fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. My cock went in and out of her with a slurping sound as she would rise and then drop back down.

She threw her head back and started to scream, “That’s it, fuck me. I want to cum. I’m gonna cum.” I began to buck my hips upwards as she dropped down.

“Mmmmmmm, Oooohhh, Ahhhh, Oh God Yes,” she quietly murmured.

Just then she exploded and her cum was squirting out, running down my cock and over my balls. There was so much I thought she might have been peeing. This didn’t stop her as she just kept forcing herself down on me.

Without missing a beat, she lifted off, knelt beside me and with both hands was pumping my cock. “Come on baby, cum for me. I wanna see you cum on my tits, in my mouth, all over me.”

She was pumping furiously with the combination of oil and her juices making it very slippery. canlı kaçak bahis I looked up and told her I was close so she leaned forward and stroked even faster. I must not have had much left because when I came it didn’t shoot very far, a little made it to her breasts but mostly it just oozed out onto her hands. She rubbed it into her tits, then smiling, slowly put each finger in her mouth and licked my love off, one at a time.

She laid back down beside me, kissed my cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”

Soon we were fast asleep.

I woke up about 2:00 a.m. with Mary standing next to me whispering in my ear. “I see you’re still hard.”

Looking down I told her it was a piss hardon. She said she wanted to take care of it, so I got up and followed her to the bathroom. This time she went over to the shower, turning it on. Mary told me to join her that she didn’t want to mess up Bobbi’s bathroom. I climbed in. The sound and feel of the water made me need to pee even more. Mary took my cock, spread her legs apart and slipped me inside of her.

“Fuck me, then pee inside like you were cumming,” she insisted.

Soon I was doing exactly what she wanted, I couldn’t hold back as I was actually peeing in her pussy.

“It’s so warm. So nice. It’s filling me up,” she panted.

When I had emptied my bladder Mary rinsed herself off and told me she was really turned on and that I just had to “take care of her.” I told her I was tired and had nothing left but she insisted, so we made our way back to the bedroom.

Bobbi woke up asking what we were doing. I just said, “You don’t even want to know.”

But Mary blurted out, “He just peed IN me and now he’s gonna fuck me til I cum.

“Ewwww, Mary, that’s way sick,” Bobbi said, laughing.

At this point I really wasn’t interested in Mary, but when I looked to Bobbi, she just winked and indicated it was OK. Mary got on all fours and began to control the situation again.

“Bobbi, you lay down here with your head between my legs and lick his cock as it’s going in and out of me.”

Then she looked my way. “Honey, ya know I want it doggy style.”

I took a little more oil and rubbed it from her ass to her clit then proceeded to enter her from behind. She took every inch of my cock.

Just as she was ordered, Bobbi was licking my cock as I pulled back and slowly slid myself back in. Once in a while she would nibble on Mary’s clit. Mary was loving every second of it, talking dirty, telling me to fuck her, that she was a dog, a slut, etc. I put my already lubricated middle finger in her ass and began to slip it in and out.

“Mmmmm, ahhhhh, right there, oooohhhh, yeah like that, give me that thick cock,” Mary was yelling.

Then without warning I pulled out of her pussy and rammed my cock hard into her ass. I forced my way in roughly and she screamed. Bobbi was sucking on Mary’s engorged clit and then grabbed the flesh-colored dildo and slid it into her soaking wet cunt.

I could feel the dildo rubbing against me as I slammed in and out of Mary’s ass. She was screaming that it hurt but not to stop. Bobbi was working the dildo the opposite of what I was doing. As I pulled back, she pressed it in and vice versa. Mary was breathing hard and each time I slammed in she would let out a grunt. I started to cum and this pushed Mary over the edge.

She screamed again, “Ooooooohhh myyyy, Oh, Oh, Oh. Oh God. Now, now. Yesssss. Fill my ass with your cum. I’m cummmming toooooo.”

Once again, Mary had cum hard.

As I pulled my cock from her ass I noticed a little blood mixed with my cum trickling out of her asshole and down her inner thigh. Mary collapsed on the bed. I rolled over, put my arms around Bobbi and we all finally settled in to sleep the rest of the night.

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First hand job

Madhuri, what a nice feeling it was to be with her. My first proper girl friend in college (among the many I had). None came close to this girl. Always lively, had a good sense of humor, never failed to wake me up in the morning with a phone call, sent me flowers (it should have been the other way around), always the one to sternly insist that she pays for our dates until I threatened to leave her unless she allowed me to pay or we go Dutch and always kissed me on the cheek when we met anywhere, college canteen, at tea shops, at our respective homes or anywhere else we met, but we were discreet as well, we knew when to be physical and when not to be).

Madhuri and I met in Graduate College in the first year. It was unusual circumstances and I cannot forget that day 13 years ago when this happened. She was not a beauty by any standards, but she had that charming face and a radiant smile that got me attracted to her. She also had a body which was ripe and for a 19 year old. With curves at just the right places and baby fat made her look ready to munch on.

The day I first met her, I had missed my bus because as usual I woke up late in spite of mum shouting out a million times for me to wake up. I was walking up to college cursing myself for being so bloody undisciplined and promising (for the umpteenth time, which I hardly kept anyways) to myself that I will change for the better as soon as possible.

I remember I was sweating on that hot sunny day as I was walking briskly to reach college and attend the first lecture.

I asked for lifts from so many cars, jeeps, motor cycles, scooters but none of them stopped. All auto rickshaws that passed by carried passengers. The buses that went by did not stop at or near my college. Just when I gave up, a TVS XT passed me by with a girl wearing half helmet. She stopped just a little ahead of me and looked behind?

She called out “Deshraj College?” I said “Yes”, she said, “hop on, I am going there too.” Without hesitating I took the pillion and sat there holding my breath (I am not a big fan of women driving and certainly not on two wheelers, and this? Well this girl was a young girl and I was sitting pillion with a girl for the first time. God save me). I was in a daze; even if she was talking to me I would not have heard anything.

Somehow we reached college on time and I hurried a thanks to her and ran off towards the class, I entered at the bell. I thanked my lucky stars. I didn’t give much thought to the girl who gave me a ride in her moped. The first half of the day went by as usual. Guys checking out girls, talking about girlfriends, movies, new joints to hang out at, playing cricket and food ball, making paper planes and throwing at each other in classes where lecturers didn’t attend.

Lunch time, that fateful day, changed my college life. I was sitting with friends at the college canteen and having fun when I heard a sweet female voice asking me “How are you my pillion rider.” That sounded like such a corny thing that all my friends were shocked and then burst out laughing. I was at first shocked too and looked at the source of the female voice. I instantly stood up from the chair I was sitting (Just a habit I developed growing up being an Army kid). She was standing there with a smile on her face and said “Hi”, I said a stammered “Hi.”

“Can I sit here please?” She asked.

I was speechless, looked at my friends who were looking at both of us amused and clueless. I said “Please do.” I sat only after she did. And I guess that was what made her attracted to me. Usually boys that age (read hardly ever) offer seats to girls, so I am sure it came as a surprise to everyone around.

She kept her lunch box on the table, till then all of us were looking at her (staring at her) doing her stuff. She was so calm and collected. She carried herself very well among the boys. Not once did canlı bahis şirketleri she say who she was, her name etc and neither did we ask her.

She then looked at us staring at her. She said “Hey what are you looking at, eat your lunch, the lunch break will end soon.” She continued eating her lunch.

We had our lunch in silence, still not able to understand what brought this girl to us.

The bell rang and she got up, packed her lunch box and left. All of us guys were still shocked and dazed as to what happened. We walked back to our class in silence and then immersed ourselves in the classes and the rest of the day thinking the girl must be crazy.

The day ended, I hitched a ride back home with a friend who dropped me on the main road close to my home. I was walking home when I saw a familiar moped coming my way from the opposite direction. And stopped right in front of me. “Did you eat your lunch properly?” she giggled. Then it struck me, that it was the same girl who gave me a lift in the morning, who had a quite lunch with us and who we were so intrigued about.

She took off her helmet and her shoulder length hair flowed out from her head. She didn’t even bother to make up her hair again.

I said a stammered “Hi.” She asked, “Do you always stammer?”

“No no, I speak normally.” I replied.

“Then why do you stammer when you talk with me?” She asked.

“I am OK, I don’t stammer.” I smiled and replied.

She asked, “Do you live far from here? Do I drop you home?”

“No thank you, i live close by, I will walk up, thanks.”

She wore her Helmet and said “OK, see ya tomorrow in college then. And if I see you walking up to college again I will pick u up. OK?.” She said with a giggle and drove off before I could respond.

The entire evening I had a sly smile on, for the first time in my college tenure I studied without having to be told to do so by my parents.

I got lost in thought that evening and slept with a calm mind. I remember waking up with a terrible hard on which every man has first thing in the morning. Just that I never realized it till that day. I was shocked to see my hard on which set me thinking, what brought that on and the first thing that came into my mind was the girl I met yesterday. ‘good lord’ I said to myself. ‘This girl is not even the kind of girl that I prefer and she brought on this?’ I looked at my hard on and thought. ‘I am going bonkers. Move on man, there are better meat available than that.’

With that thought my hard on subsided and I got ready for college. When I looked at my watch I realized it was just 7 in the morning and I was wide awake and ready for the day. That was a first actually.

The day started out in anticipation of meeting the girl. But she was surprisingly missing. I actually looked around a lot for her. Finally I saw her sitting on a bench under a tree with her friends and giggling away. I sighed in relief and continued looking at her. She must have seen me looking at her, because she walked up to me and said “Hi.”

I replied a shy “Hi.”

“I saw you looking at me, so I thought to say Hi.” She said.

“Yes I was looking at you. Are you OK? Haven’t seen you all day.” I asked.

She replied, “Yes I am OK. There was a surprise class test for us and I got busy with that. What about you, what did you do all day.”

“My day has been a regular day, no surprise tests for us, our lecturer never comes to class, wonder why, ha ha ha ha ha.” I said laughing.

She laughed as well, that broke the tension and we sat there chatting regardless of the world around us. She dropped me near my home and we chatted for a while. She asked me to call her and gave me her number. I had scored a point, definitely, and I was proud of it.

I called her in the evening, her mother picked up. She asked me who I was and I told her about myself. canlı kaçak iddaa When she realized that I was her class mate and also a army kid, her tone changed and she called out to Madhuri. After a brief pause of maybe about 2 minutes, Madhuri’s sweet lilting voice said HI and we chatted for almost 15 minutes. We made plans to meet on that Sunday for a movie.

Sunday was the next day and I was so looking forward to it. I also wanted to impress this girl with my charm and attitude and decided to take responsibility of being her man friend that day.

I borrowed my brother’s motorcycle, which he gladly agreed to give me. I dressed in the best of my dresses I had and started out for the theater.

We met at the theater, she was looking like a million dollar. I saw her so beautiful for the first time in the past few months. I remember we were looking at the movie posters and also finding out about the availability of tickets. The film we wanted to see we could not get the tickets for it. We instead got tickets for an English horror film and we decided to see it, reluctantly.

We took our seats and realized that except for 3 odd people in the front rows and 2 odd here and there, the theater was empty. The movie was playing and every scene had some horror or the other. Madhuri was sitting next to me clutching my arm so tight and many a times hiding her face while clutching my arm.

She gave a soft scream once or twice as a really scary scene came up. The first one really jolted me from my seat and I looked around, a couple at the far end looked at us then looked ahead at the screen, probably thinking we were making out (which wasn’t the case at all).

I asked her, “want to leave?”

She clutched my arm harder, and said “no, I am fine.”

I felt her shiver, I looked at her, she was watching the movie half hidden with my arm. It felt strange, really strange that she was scared watching the move and yet she didn’t want to leave.

I had resigned to the fact that well my first date which I was eagerly looking forward to was ruined. I accepted it. Maybe next time I should be more careful and take her out, if she ever meets me after this, that is.

A scene came up which was really really scary, she realized it and just hugged me so tightly and put her head on my shoulders. I said, “Madhuri, let’s leave, come on you are scared shit.”

She said, “No Rajeev, I am absolutely fine, stay here.”

I felt strange. But I stayed put. I was waiting for the interval to get a breather, maybe that would also make Madhuri realize that she was scared and we needed to leave before she gets a heart attack watching such a bloody scary film.

The scene ended and the interval came up, I breathed a sigh of relief. I asked her if she wanted some refreshments, she agreed and we moved out. Maybe now I can convince her to leave, so I asked her, “hey, you are completely white in the face, scared as hell, you sure you want to stay?”

She said “No, I am just fine.” And gave a radiant smile back.

I didn’t say another word, I purchased snacks for us and then we headed back to our seats as the bell rang to warn us that the interval was over. We sat back in our seats.

The horror scenes started again and this time she wasn’t clutching my arm with both her hands, her one hand clutching my arm and the other holding her soft drink. Suddenly an extremely horror scene came up and she jumped in her seat and held me in a hug.

I said, “we should go.” She pinned me down and said, “No let’s finish this, we have paid for it, I am ok.”

I sat back down enjoying her close to me. A few moments later I felt her hand on my upper thighs, I thought it was just a mistake, but she didn’t take it away instead her hand moved up towards my crotch and lay still there. I was speechless as her hands moved to unzip my jeans zip. I looked around, no was there, it canlı kaçak bahis was safe. I didn’t stop her from doing what she was doing. I wanted this and it was happening. I didn’t know how far it would go so I thought to myself ‘Let’s get on with it’. I relaxed back on the seat and enjoyed her hand caressing my rock hard and fully erect cock on my underwear.

She came up to my face and kissed my cheek and whispered,” take off your underwear, I want to feel your cock”. I whispered back, “there is a pocket on the front of the underwear, take it out from there.”

She found the pocket and took out my cock. She looked at me in astonishment. “Where the fuck did you get that big.” I smiled back, didn’t say anything and just lay back relaxed. While her hand went to work on my cock.

Within a few seconds I could feel the sensations swell up in my body, I tried so hard to control myself, her pace on my cock increased. She seemed skilled at giving a hand job, she was varying her actions between slow and fast, running her fingers on the tip of the cock then making an ‘O’ with her thumb and first finger and running them down to the base of my cock, occasionally caressing my balls and then moving up.

I gave out a slight grunt and looked around again casually to see if anyone was watching us. No one. So I relaxed more.

In no time I felt I was about to come and could hold on no longer, so I whispered to her with heavy breath “Maddy, I am about to come, can’t hold on any longer.”

She increased her pace of the shag and soon enough, I came, she didn’t stop she continued milking my cock till the last drop. When she was finished, she shocked me once more by licking the semen of her hand looking at me. I was too shocked to say a word. She then cleaned me up, wet her handkerchief with the water bottle and wiped the areas on my trouser and on and around my cock where the semen had fallen.

Then she tucked in my now satiated semi erect cock back into my jeans, pulled up the zip and sat back relaxed.

The movie ended in about 10 minutes and without a word we moved out. Then I said, “Maddy, thank you”. And smiled back at her. She looked at me from and said, “I couldn’t resist that cock of yours, my god it’s so big for our age. Have you ever had sex with a girl before?” That came as another shocker and I stammered again, “nope. I mean, not exactly, I mean, Yes. Yes.” She laughed out loud and said “Never Mind.”

It was already 7 in the evening and I took out my bike from the parking lot. She said “Aah so you do drive. And a nice bike this is.” She sat pillion and wrapped her arms around my body from the back. Her body close to mine made me feel so horny, but I had to drive, so I put on the helmet and drove off.

I was careful not to drive too fast. Unlike many my age would have driven fast to impress the girl, I was some how not interested in impressing the girl with fast driving. I drove smooth and at normal speed.

The cool breeze of the evening at the cantonment area was the icing on the cake.

We took an entire round of the cantonment, I wanted to feel her more. I knew there is something that is going to happen in this friendship of ours.

I left her home, she hugged me at the door and said, “see ya at college tomorrow”, and closed the door behind her. I stood there for a moment and then started my bike and left for my home.

That was the start of a beautiful relationship till the end of graduation. Though we restricted ourselves to just shagging and kissing but still the presence of each other lighted up our lives. Madhuri was that stimulus I needed to perform well in studies as well. My grades jumped up tremendously (we helped each other with the studies. I was strong in Business Studies, Economics and English, she was strong with Math, Accounts and Hindi), my whole personality changed. Suddenly I became that likable guy who everyone wanted to befriend and be with.

College ended and we didn’t know where to take our relationship from there on. So we talked it over and decided to continue and see where it went. But in a few months we drifted apart and never met each other again.

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