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Merhaba arkadaşlar sizlere yaz tatilinde kuzenim ile aramda geçenleri anlatmak istiyorum. Ben 22 yaşında 1,85 boyunda kuzenim ise 25 yaşında zayıf esmer birisi. Annem ile dayımlar bizden 1 gün önce köye gitmişlerdi. Köye gittiğimde dayıma Pelin ablamın nerede olduğunu sordum. Dayım da yukarıda odasında olduğunu söyledi. Yanına git çağır dedi. Ben de tamam deyip yukarıya çıktım. Kapıyı çalmadan direk odasına daldım. Kuzenimm yeni aldığı kırmızı sutyenini deniyordu. Hemen açıkta olan göğüslerini kapatmaya çalıştı. Bana ne yapıyorsun sen dedi. Bende haklı duruma çıkmak için kapını kilitlemez isen direk dalarım dedim. Birden haklısın dedi bende şaşırdım.  Direk yatağının üstüne uzandım. Bana çıkmayacak mısın dedi. Yatağımdan kalk dedi. Bende hayır gel kaldır dedim. Hemen suty?nini giyip badisini giyince atladı üstüme cimcikl?y?r?k kaldırmaya çalıştı ama b?nim ufaklık yerini bulmuştu k?lkıyordu hazır ?la biraz daha dayanınca cimcikleee sikim götünü zorluyordu oda anladı herh?l de biraz duraksadı ama bozuntuya v?rm?di devam etti birazda sürtm?y? başladı artık kazık gibi olmuştu sikim ben tamam kalkacam dedim oda noldu d?y?n?m?dın mı diyince senin gibisine kim dayanır dedim oda utandı gibi oda hala üstümd? kalkmıyordu kalksana kızım dedim oda bende simdi kalkmıom dedi bende halimd?n memnundum ama kaldırmaya çalışmak zorundayım anlamasın diye gerçi o yapıyordu her şeyi neyse biraz zıpl?ttım gaziantep escort gözünü k?p?ttı bir d?h? y?pınc? ohhh diye inledi bende şey dayım seni ç?ğırdı Bir görün gelince devam ederiz kavgamıza dedim oda tamam dedi gitti gelince kapıyı kitl?di ve üstüme geldi bende oooo sonuna kadar devam edicez galiba dedim oda gülerek evet dedi neyse geldi üstüme hadi kaldır dedi bende biraz sağa sola kaysana bende hazırlanayım dedim oda anladı gibi sürtünmeye başladı ?hh tmmdır simdi k?ldırıom dedim ki kapı ç?ldı korktuk ben hemen saklandm dolaba çünkü y?k?l?ns?k acıklayamazdık dayım geldi bu kapı neden kitli diyince oda baba ustumu giyiniodum siz ?lsanız biş?y olmaz ama kuzenm fel?n girer dedi dayımda tmm iyi akıl etmişin dedi neyse dedi dayım biz yukarı evdeki komsul?r? gidioz gelicenmi dedi yok ya yaslıların arasında durmak istemem dedi dayımda tmm dedi ve çıktı. pencereden baktık gittiklerini gördük ama emin olmak için ben evi gezdm kimse yok hemen çıktım yukarı yattım yatağa gel bakalım dedim direk zıplatark kaldırmaya başladım o gözleri kapalı hafft?n inl?m?y? başladı ben artık öpmek istediğimden altıma alıp dud?kl?rın? yapıştım oda karşılık verip yaklaşık 10dk öpüştük. ben on? bakiremisin dedim oda hayır dedi bende tmm işimiz kol?y olacak dedm gülüştük ben bunun b?dysini çıkarıp ?utyeninide bir çırpıda çık?rdım ve öpmeye başladım memelerini (memeleri iri deildi ufaktı ama c?k süp?r gozukuodu hayal edebiliyorsunuzdur) neyse okşadım yaladım ve aşağıya kaydım eş?fmanı vardı aşağıya indirdim ama içinde biş?y y?ktu ben direk tüysüz ?mını y?l?m?y? başladım 15dk olmuştur yaladım ve bianda tityerk b?şaldı bende yaladım yuttum ve hadi sır? sana geldi dedim drk?n kapı çaldı baktık gelen dayım ben hemen üzüldüm çünkü b?slamamıstım ama kuzenm merak etme gönderirim dedi ve dediği gibi ?ldu dayım sig?r?sını aldı ve gitti geldi direk benm ufaklığa atladı işi uzun sürdü alt katta sikim haliyl? inmişti neyse kaldırdı yalamaya başladı sikim 1 dkya sertleşti ve onu duvara ellerini yaslayarak ve bacaklarını ?ç?r?k amını ortaya çıkardım ve sikimi biraz daha sıvazlayıp amınıda ıslatınca sikimi soktum Bi haml?d? ve birden bagıracakk?n ağzını kapadım neyse ki son anda bagırmadı ağzını acınca napıon yavaş ol bakire deiliz ama bu daha 2 ?luy?r dedi bende napim bu gotu görünce kaptırdım dedm ve p?mpalamaya başladım siktikce inliyordu ayakta siktikt?n sonra yatağa donalttım arkadan amına girmeye devam ettim ?ldığı z?vk yüzünden belli oluyordu ibl?y? inl?y? Bi hal ?lmuştu ve ben dayanamadım diy?r?k içenden çıkıp gotunun üstüne bo??ldım ama ne boş?lm? sular s?ll?r gibi çünkü böyle vucud görmemiştim şimdiye kadar ben yatağa yığıldım oda akan doll?rd?n ?liyl? alıp ağzına götürdü hımm tadı fena değil dedi ve gelip yanıma uzandı ben pelin çok güz?ldi ya s?n ne mük?mm?l bişeymişin dedim oda s?nd? superdin kızlıgımı v?rdgim adam böyle sikemedi bende eee farkımız bu dedim ve pelin arkadan dwnedin mi dedim oda yok ama sen istersen d?n?riz dedi bende tmm dedim direk sikimi ağzına verem kaldırdı ve gotunu dondurdum krem varmı gunes yağı veya dedim oda su çantada dedi ?ldım gotunu yağladım skimide yağlayıp gotune girmey başladım kasıyordu kendini dedm k?sm? rahat ol dedm ve kendini bır?ktı b?sını soktum acıyor dedi bende biraz dayan acıması norm?l dedim oda kafasını s?lldı tmm der gibi ben yarısını sokmuştum derken tamamını soktum bağırmamak için gözünd?n yas geldi ben dudaklarına yapışıp onu bira rahatlatmaya ç?lıştım ve rahatladı ben başladım git g?ll?r? hızladım hızl?ndım Bi b?ktım bizim kiler yuk?rı ?vd?n çıkmaya hazırlamışlar pelin b?n? çabuk dedi ve var gücümle pompaladım derken colkan gibi gotune b?saldm cık?rdgmd? doller akıodu gotunden ve hemen t?mizl?yp ustumuzu giyindik ve aşağıda yv izliı numarası yapı?duk bizimkil?r geldi dayım direk b?ni sordu nerdeydin dedi bende dayıma az işim vardı biterse dedim geçiştirdim. ama bu burs? bitmedi tabi pelin ablam ile 2 ay boyunca köy de fırs?t buldukç? sevişirdik y?lnız kalınca sikişebiliyorduk belki diğer hik?yelerimi yazarım siz değerli okuyuculara ?kudgunuz için teşekkürler eğer içinizde varsa böyle Bi duygu açığa çıkartın bence çok güzel bir ş?y bu duyguyu tatmak h?scakalın yarın pelinleyim bu sfer bizdeyiz istanbulda ev bos artık bakalım benm ?klımd? yeni biletler var

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Ders Sırasında Azdıran Öğrencimi Becerdim

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Selamlar ben turizm lisesinde matematik öğretmenliği yapıyorum. Adım ise Asım ben bekar ve yakışıklı bir öğretmenim bu nedenle peşimde de bir çok çıtır öğrenci dolu.  Ben bu hikayemde sizlere bir öğrencimle aramda geçen masum ama bir o derece vahşice gerçekleşen sikişi anlatmak istiyorum.

O zamanlar okula yeni gelmiştim ve okulda hiç kimseyi fazla tanımıyordum anlatılana göre 18 yaşında bir kız varmış ismi Aybükeymiş. Aybüke daha önce kolejden gelmiş buraya ve mini bir etek giyermiş oldukça da seksiymiş isteyip elde edemeyeceği erkek yok diyorlar. Üstelik bunu öğrenciler kendi arasında bekar öğretmenler de kendi arasında konuşuyorlar. Ben uzun zamandır kızsız kalmışım ve merak ettim bu Aybüke kim diye

Bir gün çaktırmadan onun olduğu sınıfa gittim sınıfları geziyormuş gibi yapıyordum ve içeri girdiğim sınıfta gaziantep escort bir kız Aybüke diye seslendi. Ben onun seslendiği yöne doğru baktım gerçekten melek gibi güzel ve seksi bir kız bakıyordu bu tarafa doğru.  Bir anda içimde bir volkan kaynaklandı ve kızı deli gibi istiyordum anlatılanlardan etkilenmiştim anlaşılan. Ama öğretmenin bir öğrencisiyle bu tür bir ilişki yaşaması düşüncesi bile beni utandırıyordu. Eve gittim aradan birkaç gün geçmişti ve artık rüyalarıma girmeye başlamıştı. Lakin geceleri rüyalarımda onu sikmek ve cünüp kalkmak da beni yormuştu.Galiba ilgimi Aybüke’ de fark etmişti.

O gün derse girdiğimde en arka orta sırada oturan Aybüke ders boyunca bacaklarını açarak bembeyaz kilodunu gösteriyor elindeki kalemi amına sürüp sonra ağzına sokuyordu. Ben ise kalkan sikimi kimseye göstermemek için ders boyunca oturduğum yerden kalkamamıştım bile tenefüs zili çalınca yanıma gelen Aybüke özel konuşmak istediğini söyleyerek herkesi dışarı çıkartmış sınıfı kapısını da kitlemişti. Bu gün bu kalkık sikle dolaşamazsınız hocam şimdi hızlı bir indirme operasyonu düzenleyeyim akşam tadını çıkarayım diyerek kilodunu sıyırıp açtığı yarağımın üstüne oturdu.

Üzerimde inip kalktıkça çıldırıyor kalçalarını avuçlayarak alttan destek vererek sikiyordum. Boşalacağımı anlar anlamaz kalkmış eliyle devam ederek yere boşalmamı sağlamıştı.Ben toparlanırken o yeri siliyor bir yandan da sıra sende akşam beni sabaha kadar sikmen için geleceğim diyordu. Ve akşam oldu kapı çaldık kapıyı açtığımda aybüke’ yi karşımda gördüm ve direk boynuma atladı ve hadi padişahım sik beni sabahlara kadar seninim diyerek dudaklarıma yumuldu aynen o şekilde yatak odasına gittik uzandık yatağın üzerine ve bacaklarını ayırıp amını çıkardı meydana ben de direk yumuldum ve dilimi içine sokarak yalamaya başladım öyle güzel kokuyordu ki bir am ancak bu kadar tatlı olabilirdi ve artık dayanamıyorum hocam sik beni dağıt amımı parçala parçala ohhhhhh sikkkkk daha hızlııııı bastır diyerek ben siktikçe tahrik ediyordu beni ve ben de dayanamayarak memelerine doğru boşaldım sonra boşalan sikimi temizledim inmemişti bile ve tekrar soktum amından içeri doğru hızlı bir şekilde gelip giderken bir müddet sonra o da kasılmaya başladı anlaşılan boşalıyordu ve boşalırken o kadar tatlı görünüyordu ki o boşaldıkça ben sikmeye devam ettim ben soktukça o içinde ne var ne yok boşaldı. Ve ardık her hafta sonları aybüke ile sikişiyoruz. Bazen akşam geliyor ders çalışma ayağına yine sikiyorum kararlıyım bu yıl matematikten 4’ le geçecek.

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Sevgilim Beni Kandırarak Kızlığımı Bozdu Bakire Seks Hikayesi

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Merhaba arkadaşlar ben Seda; 18 yaşındayım. Benim bir sevgilim var. Kendisi çok yakışıklı ve sekse düşkün biridir. Tüm kızların hayalini kurduğu tipte bir erkektir yani. Bir gün sahilde geziyorduk. Beni dudağımdan öpmeye başladı. Bende karşılıksız kalamam tabi ve bende öpmeye başladım. Sonra memelerimi okşayıp sıkmaya başladı. Bende ne yapıyorsun bir gören olacak dedim. Oda bana gel bende dedi. Onu takip etmeye başladım. Beş yıldızlı güzel bir otele girmiştik. Burada ne işimiz var dedim. Sus ve yürü dedi bana sadece. Bir oda tuttuk gaziantep escort ve odaya çıktık. Odaya girer girmez beni yatağa fırlattı. Ne yapıyorsun ya dedim. Oda bana bak Seda ben uzun zamandır bu anı bekliyorum lütfen bir şey deme dedi. Ben de anlamamış gibi neyi dedim. Seni sikmeyi bekaretini almayı bekliyorum dedi. Madem benim sevgilimsin seni amından ilk ben sikeceğim dedi. Ben hayır asla olmaz dedim. Israr etti bildiğiniz yalvardı. Kabul etmedim. O da tamam o zaman amını yalayım götünü sikiyim dedi. Ben de tamam ama sadece götümden sikeceksin amımıda sadece yalayacaksın dedim. Sonra benim üstümü çıkarmaya başladı. Bende onun üstündekileri çıkarttım. Sİkini yalamaya başladım. Sonra oda amıı yalamaya başladı. Ben kendimden geçmiş bir şekilde gözlerimi kapamış inliyordum. Sonra birden sevgilim amıa soktu. Ahh ne yapıyorsun dedim ama iş işten geçmişti. Amımdan sikine doğru kanlar akıyordu. Yapma lütfen diye ağladıkça sevgilim daha sert sikiyordu. Yarım saat siktikten sonra göbeğime boşaldı ve bana hadi git yıkan dedi. Duştan çıktığımda ben senden götünü sikmek için söz almıştım değil mi dedi. Sözümü tutmadan olmaz dedi ve götümden sikmeye başladı. Götümü daha önce defalarca siktirmiştim. Torba gibiydi. O yüzden de pek bir şey hissetmedim. Biraz götümden siktikten sonra amımı yalamaya başladı. Beni resmen diliyle sikiyordu. Ben de ona dilinle sikeceğine yarrağınla siksene amımı dedim. Daha doymadım dedim. Biraz daha sikti ve içime boşaldı. Ben hamile kaldım ve çocuğu aldıramadım. Şuan 3 haftalık karnım daha büyümedi. Ama büyüyünce aşleme ne diyeceğimi bilmiyorum. Aldırmaya korkuyorum ne yapacağım bana yardım edin. Yardım edene kendimi siktireceğim.

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Like Mother, Like Daughter!

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When my friend Clive and his wife Amanda invited me and my wife to their daughter Fiona’s engagement party we reluctantly agreed. Though my wife didn’t get on badly with Amanda she couldn’t see why any woman should have such spectacular looks and a figure as Amanda and have such a perfect marriage too. I felt something of the same. Clive had gone from success to success while I’d plodded on. Added to all that our son had no qualifications and was unemployed, while Fiona had not only inherited her mother’s looks and figure and was already a rising star in a London law firm.  The party was at Clive’s house in the Surrey Hills south of London. The place was huge. It even had a guest annex and Clive suggested my wife and I stayed the night after the party. We suspected he just wanted to show off his house. But two days before the party my wife’s aged mother took a turn for the worse and my wife said she’d have to spend a few days at her mother’s. It gave her the perfect excuse, but to keep up our friendship I agreed to go to the party myself and stay overnight. I had no trouble finding enough space in Clive’s drive to park my Ford among the Jaguars, Mercedes and BMWs. It was a fine summer evening and the party spilled out into their couple of acres of garden, where I mingled with bankers, financiers and media people, and ogled their wives and partners.  Among them was Amanda, dripping with bling, with the obligatory designer sunglasses perched on her perfectly styled blonde hair. She was in a dress that made it clear that even in her forties she had a man’s dream of a figure with the added attraction that the material of her dress was thin enough that when I got the light behind her I could see the outline of her body in all its glory.  There too of course was Fiona. I’d first met Fiona four years ago at one of Clive’s beach parties when she was aged nineteen and straining every guy’s dick with her delicious young body squeezed into a tiny red bikini. On the afternoon of her party, her shoulder-length golden hair gleamed under a floppy straw hat and the engagement ring on her finger looked like it would pay off my mortgage. Her bright-coloured backless halter-topped sun dress displayed acres of tanned bare back and legs made for a man’s hand to explore. It also clung to the curves of her breasts making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and treated every guy who was interested to displays of her young firm boobs Ataşehir Escort bouncing unrestrained by bra cups.  Her fiancé Mark was of course with her. There was a rumour he already earned a nearly six-figure salary in his father’s business. All that and having a sex-bomb like Fiona to spread her long, tanned legs for him. Some guys have all the luck, I thought. I guessed that made up for him looking a bit of a wimp. As the party dragged on my eyes were constantly on Fiona or her mother, with half my mind on conversation and the other half on what I’d like to do in bed with them. At what I thought was an appropriate time I drifted off to my bedroom in the guest annex. It had been a hot, tedious evening and I decided to take a shower before bed. Soon I was nicely loosened up, all except for a part of me that was getting stiffer and stiffer the more I thought about Fiona and her mum.  Then just as I was lathering my chest the shower cubicle door slid open and in stepped Fiona, stark naked! A moment later she was pressed against me with her arms round my shoulders, her soft breasts squeezed against my chest, my rock-hard erection jabbing into her between her belly button and her cunt and her golden hair draped soaked over her shoulders. More by instinct than volition my one hand was instantly round her waist sliding down to her backside then clutching her bottom to pull her harder against me and my other hand slid across her soft wet thigh, between her legs and cupped over her lightly furred sex mound. She gave a gasp of pleasure when my fingers slid between her vagina lips. She moved back far enough from me for her to take over the job of lathering my body. Her hands moved slowly down my body till she was running her wet soapy hands over my straining shaft, over my balls, through my pubic hair and right under me between my legs as I spread them for her exploring hands. While her hands ran over me, my hands ran over her, exploring her boobs, bottom, thighs, cunt, shoulders, hair and everything she had to offer! Her big round firm young breasts were every bit as good as her dress and that bikini had suggested and my hands fondling her pussy and breasts soon got her nipples peaking with arousal like little deep pink corks. As she moved around me my erection strained a notch harder every time my lust-swollen knob brushed against her naked body.  I didn’t ask her what the hell she Ataşehir Escort Bayan was doing there naked in the shower with a guy old enough to be her father, or where Mark was. All I cared about was that I had this exquisite twenty-three-year-old beauty naked in my hands and hot for sex! She began to kiss me down my front, flicking her tongue over my nipples while her fingers played lightly with my straining sex kit. She slowly squatted down wide-legged in front of me. In anticipation of her kisses reaching my sex kit, I spread my legs as far as the cubicle would let me, bracing my feet against the sides, and leaning back to shove my kit forward for her. I also turned the shower off. On her way down my front, her arousal-hardened nipples brushed against my belly, then her soft warm wet breasts slid either side of my hard-up shaft till she was squeezing my shaft between her breasts with her nipples tickling my belly and the pink-purple head of my penis peeping up out of her cleavage, contrasting erotically with the pale flesh of her breasts. She tickled my belly button with the tip of her tongue, then licked me all over my soft sensitive penis head. I grunted loudly at the sudden explosion of sexual pleasure.  “Was that nice?” she asked, looking up at me with her big grey eyes. Then as if reading my mind she continued. “Mum and dad won’t let me and Mark sleep together when we’re in their house. He’s probably wanking thinking of me.” She gave the tip of my penis a little kiss then looked up at me again. “I want to do exciting things. But Mark’s boring. He just climbs on top of me and shoves his cock up me.” She paused and grinned. “I want to do something really dirty before I’m married to him. I want to suck a man’s cock off. Will you teach me how?”  Without waiting for my obvious answer she released my cock from between her breasts, then took just the head of my penis between her lips and massaged my knob with her tongue. At the same time, she reached between my legs to tickle me between my arse and my balls. I felt as if an explosive burst of pleasure had hit me. She released my cock and looked up at me. “Did you like that? Did I do it right? Mmmmm… Your cock’s twice as big as Mark’s and so stiff! What do I do now?”  I’m always only too pleased to give a young lady marital advice, and I gave her the benefit of my being married to a horny wife who’ll do most things Escort Ataşehir in bed and who has lots of exciting ideas of her own! “Lick my cock over its nozzle, and just under its head, where it joins the shaft. And keep on fingering my balls and between my legs really light just with your fingertips.”  Fiona was a quick learner! I guess my grunt and the way I juddered told her that her tongue and fingers had hit just the right place in just the right way. I could have taken any amount of the tip of her tongue tickling that sensitive spot under my knob and her fingertip circling my arse. “Was that good?” “Yeah!” I gasped and I wasn’t kidding! I carried on instructing her. “Now Fiona, slide your lips slowly up and down my shaft. Catch the ridge round the base of my penis head with your lips and tongue, and suck on the upstroke. Stroke my shaft up and down with your fingers in time with your lips.”  “Like when I give Mark a hand job?”  She’d got the right idea. At least Mark let her give him hand jobs! She closed her thumb and forefinger round my shaft just below my penis head, pressed her lips against my nozzle and slowly slid her tight wet lips down over my penis head to my shaft just below my corona ridge, then slowly slid her lips up again, with her hand following her lips along my shaft, squeezing just right. She sucked and caught my ridge. I grunted. “Like that?”I ran my hands frantically over her wet shoulders and through her wet hair. She’d certainly got the message! My penis felt tight enough to snap and all I wanted was to cum inside or over this sex-mad beauty. But I knew how to make it even better.  “Fiona. Lubricate your hand—with this.”  There was a tube of some kind of cream on a shelf on the shower wall. That done she squatted down in front of me again ready for action.  “Will you cum in my mouth, like when Mark squirts when I wank him? I want to see what it’s like.”  What a question! I needn’t tell you my answer! Fiona began in earnest, sliding her lips up and down my shaft till my pubes brushed against her sweet little freckled nose at one end of a stroke, and her lips rode right over my knob on the backstroke till she was kissing my nozzle. The deliciously tight ring of her well-oiled finger and thumb squeezed and stroked my shaft in time with her lips. Her lips and tongue caught that sensitive spot under my knob and she sucked on the backstroke just the way I’d asked her. As she sucked my cock off I ran my hands over her bare shoulders and through her wet hair. I’d slid the shower cubicle door open by then and the wall mirror outside treated me to a view of the wet round cheeks of her backside and her spread thighs with her pussy between them bobbing with the rhythm of her lips on my shaft.  

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Advanced Sexual Education Ch. 04

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A few classes had passed since the class on the human anatomy. The next few topics were less interesting, but still very informative.

First, we paired up in the same groups as before, and studied each other’s bodies closely, one on one. While interesting, if I wrote about that, it would be somewhat repetitive, so I’ll skip it.

After that, we covered various measurement techniques, including shirt-sizes, pant-sizes, and especially bra-sizes. I found out during that class that I had been wearing the wrong bra-size for years. I thought I was a 34A or 32B, but really I’m more like a 28D. Bra sizes are confusing!

We also covered some other important, but boring topics, such as reproduction and STDs. For a homework assignment, we were all required to get an tested for a variety of STDs, as a prerequisite for the rest of the course. That was due in three class periods.

So, today’s story is about day seven of class.

I was getting more comfortable with the class, so I didn’t arrive quite as early anymore, but I always arrive a bit before class, and today was no exception. I got there about five minutes before.

Just like the past couple of classes, everyone that was already there had stripped to their birthday suits. I quickly found my seat, stripped off my clothes, put them in my bag, and sat down. I didn’t bother covering up anymore, because there was no real reason to. Everyone there had already seen it all, and nobody else was covering up. Thinking back on it, I’m actually somewhat surprised at how little time it took for each of us to get so comfortable in our nudity.

At 7:01, Ms Sharon walked in, with the same amount of clothes as the rest of us. I kind of wondered how early she got nude. Did she strip right before walking over to the class, or was she naked all morning? I hadn’t seen her with clothes on in so long, that I could no longer picture her wearing them.

“Hello class,” she said, as she placed her bag in it’s usual spot on the table. “I’m glad to see you’re all comfortable being nude with your fellow classmates, because you will all be getting much more familiar with each other today. Our topic is masturbation, sex toys, and the orgasm.

“To start today’s class, we will discuss masturbation. Who here has masturbated before?” Almost everyone raised their hands. “Good. Those of you who say you haven’t, I don’t believe you. But in case you really haven’t, today will be the end of that.

“Everyone, please get in your normal masturbation positions. For those of you that say you haven’t ever done it: males generally grab their shaft and stroke it, and females either rub their clitoris or stick their fingers inside their vaginas, aka finger themselves.”

We all did as Ms Sharon said, placing our hands on our genitals, and we started to rub and stroke ourselves. I as a little hesitant at this, but once I’d seen many of my classmates (especially the boys) start in on themselves, I relaxed. I spread my legs, leaned back, put the first two fingers of my right hand on my clit, and started rubbing it in a small circle.

“Good. I want you all to continue masturbating, but please save your orgams until later. Now, I’m going to show you all several sex toys. For each toy, I will need one volunteer to demonstrate how it is used. In some cases, I will need two volunteers.”

Ms Sharon then reached into her bag, and pulled the first toy out. It was a simple, flesh-colored dildo, about 5.5 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide, with balls on the end. It looked much like some of the cocks I saw the boys holding in their hands. “This is a dildo. It is designed to simulate a male penis. Dildos come in many shapes, and sizes, and have a variety of features. This one is a simple one. Generally dildos are used by females, but some males use them as well.

“Now, who would like to demonstrate how this dildo is used?” Of course, nobody raised their hands. “Come on, people. This is the most basic toy I have. It only gets more complex from here.” After another moment, Sofia raised her hand.

“Good, Sofia. Please come up here.” Sofia stood, walked to the front, and took a seat on the table. “Alright, Sofia. Have you used a dildo before?” She nodded. “Okay, then you know what to do. I’ve also brought some lubricant if anyone needs it. Everyone watch closely.”

Sofia squirted a little lube on the dildo, opened her legs, and slid the dildo inside of her pussy. As she slid it in, she closed her eyes. She slowly slid it in and out. From her facial expressions, I could tell she was enjoying the feeling, but she was a bit embarrassed by being singled out like that. A moment later, we all heard her start moaning.

After about a minute or so of Sofia fucking herself with the dildo, Ms Sharon said, “Good, Sofia, that’s exactly right. Thank you for the demonstration. You may take your seat now.” Sofia pulled the dildo out of her pussy, and stood up. She offered it to Ms Sharon, but she refused. “Oh, no. Please, keep it Kadıköy Escort for the rest of class. That goes for everyone else who volunteers as well.”

Sofia walked back to her seat, reinserted the dildo, and continued fucking herself.

“Alright, next up, we have the vibrator,” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled another dildo from her bag. This one was larger than the last; maybe 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. “This toy requires batteries, because when it’s switched on, it created a vibration throughout the rubber shaft, which most females enjoy. Additionally, this dildo has piece known as a rabbit ear, which rubs against a woman’s clitoris. Who would like to demonstrate the usage of this toy?”

After a couple seconds, Latoya’s hand went up. Ms Sharon nodded, and Latoya came to the front, taking a seat on the table.

“Thank you Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, as she passed the vibrator to Latoya. Latoya didn’t bother with the lube, since she was already quite wet on her own. She easily slid the large dildo inside her pussy. When it was all the way in, she turned a knob on it, and we all heard a buzzing sound, and saw Latoya’s head tilt back in pleasure.

“Good, Latoya,” said Ms Sharon, “Make sure you also rub the rabbit ear against your clitoris. Yes, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Latoya nodded.

“Alright, Latoya, you may take your seat.”

Latoya took her seat, and Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of her bag. It was about 7 inches long, with what looked like a pussy on one end. “Now, I don’t want the men in the room to feel left out, so next we have the fleshlight. This toy is designed to simulate the female vagina. Who would like to demonstrate it’s usage?”

Tony Baker didn’t hesitate to stick his hand in the air.

“Alright, Mr Baker,” said Ms Sharon. Tony walked to the front, and took the fleshlight from Ms Sharon. He then placed it at the tip of his large cock, and slid himself inside it. He then jacked himself off with it, fucking the rubber vagina.

“Excellent, Tony,” said Ms Sharon. “This fleshlight also has a vibration feature. Let me switch that on for you.” She reached down, grabbing the fleshlight (and thus Tony’s cock), in her hand. She slid the toy up and down a couple times, before flipping a switch on the side of it. Instantly, Tony leaned back and started writhing in pleasure. Then she flipped it off.

“Good, Tony. You may take your seat.” He did, as Ms Sharon continued, pulling the next toy out of the bag. “This is sometimes called a magic wand. The tip of it vibrates with a much higher intensity than the dildos, and can be controlled by a switch on the handle. It is generally used by women to rub their clitoris. Who would like to volunteer to demonstrate the wand?”

Nobody raised their hand, at first, but eventually Barbara volunteered. She stood, took the usual spot on the table, and spread her legs. Ms Sharon handed her the wand, and Barbara turned it on and started rubbing it against her pussy. Ms Sharon gave her a few tips before sending her back to her seat.

“Next, we have our first two-person toy.” said Ms Sharon, as she pulled two small, metal objects, about 2 inches long, out of her bag. “These are remote controlled vibrators. A girl inserts it into her vagina, and the remote controls the intensity of the vibration. It can be used by a single person, but today we will use it in pairs. I have two of them, so we need two females. Since our last toy also needs two females, I will ask for one female volunteer, and two males, please. I will be the other female.”

Most of the boy’s hands shot up, but none of the girls. Ms Sharon picked Filipe and Ken. After another moment, I decided to volunteer. I’d rather have this toy, than be forced into whatever the next one was.

“Alright, Samantha, take a seat up here. We’ll both insert them at the same time.”

I sat on the edge of the table, and spread my legs apart. Then, Ms Sharon and I pushed the small metal devices completely into our pussies. Then we stood up.

“How does that feel, Samantha?” asked Ms Sharon.

“A little cold, but fine otherwise,” I replied.

“Good. Alright, Ken, you get my remote, and Filipe, you get Samantha’s.” She handed them to the students. “For the rest of today’s class, feel free to switch our toys on and off, and increase the intensity, whenever you’d like, but please refrain from making us orgasm until the end of class.”

I started walking back to my seat. Both the boys looked at their remotes. Filipe asked, “Does this knob increase the intensity?” as he turned it all the way up.

I lost my balance, and leaned on the table, as a loud moan escaped from my mouth. The vibration was very intense. “Yes, Ken,” I heard Ms Sharon say, “that’s the intensity. You can see that at full blast, it’s hard for the receiver to do much of anything else.”

“I see,” said Ken as he turned it down to about halfway. “Sorry about the surprise, Kadıköy Escort Bayan Samantha. I just wanted to test it out.”

I stood back up, and walked back to my seat, as I replied, “It’s alright.”

Ms Sharon said, “That’s exactly how it should be used: at random times, to surprise the receiver. However, please don’t disrupt the class.” She pulled the last toy from her bag. “As I said earlier, this last toy is designed to be used by two females. Since we only have two remaining, I’ll ask that Nicole and Amy please come up here now.”

They were both a bit hesitant, but they didn’t have much choice. It had to be demo’d, and there were only two pussies left that weren’t already full or being rubbed: Nicole’s and Amy’s. They both walked to the front, and waited for Ms Sharon to give them instructions.

“Thank you, both,” she said, holding up the final toy, “This is a double dildo. At either end, there is a cock-shaped rubber shaft, and in the middle there is a handle. Generally, this is used by two females, but you can use it alone as well. Both of you, please lie on the table, with your heads facing away from each other.”

They did as Ms Sharon said. The table was a bit small, so both of their heads were hanging off the ends. Once they were in position, Ms Sharon continued.

“Good. Now, please spread your legs, and scoot a little closer to each other.” They did so. “Thank you. I’ll start with Amy, and then Nicole.”

Amy looked down and saw Ms Sharon put some lube on the tip of one end, then put the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. Ms Sharon slowly slid it inside of her.

“Good. Now, I’m going to need to slide it all the way in, so I can get it to the entrance of Nicole’s hole.”

I saw the dildo slide further and further into Amy’s pussy, and finally it stopped. Then Ms Sharon put some lube on the other end, and slowly slid it into Nicole’s pussy. I heard both of them moan as it slid inside Nicole, and out of Amy.

“Good.” said Ms Sharon, “Thank you both. Now we’re ready to demonstrate. Everyone, please stand and-Ohhhhhh!!.” Ms Sharon collapsed into the chair next to the desk.

I looked over and Ken had a grin on his face. Then I felt my vibrator start up as well. It slowly increased, until I couldn’t take it. I started moaning again. The moans of Ms Sharon and I continued, as Ken and Filipe both kept the vibrators at full intensity.

Ken then stood and walked to the front of the class, and said, “I’ll take over for a moment, Ms Sharon, if you don’t mind.” Ms Sharon nodded, and put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing. “Good. I’ll turn it down a bit, so you don’t disrupt me.” He turned the knob down, but Filipe kept his at full-blast for the time-being.

“Alright, everyone,” Ken continued, “I believe I know where Ms Sharon was going with this. Everyone please stand and come to the front of the class. Obviously, Ms Sharon and Samantha are exceptions for now. I want each of you to slide the double-dildo in and out of Amy and Nicole for 30 seconds each. Since I don’t want to leave Samantha out, she can go last.”

I couldn’t believe Ken had taken over the class. Ms Sharon wasn’t resisting at all, not that I could blame her. Ken might have turned the intensity down on hers, but if it was anything like mine, a small decrease intensity wasn’t going to do much. I could barely keep my eyes open, it was so distracting, and I definitely couldn’t keep from moaning. However, it wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.

For the next six minutes or so, each student grabbed the handle of the double dildo and moved it back and forth between Amy and Nicole. Each time it slid, the girl it went into let out a moan.

“Alright, Samantha,” said Ken, when everyone else had gone. “Your turn. Filipe, please turn her vibrator down.” Filipe did as he said, and finally the vibration was tolerable. I took a moment to catch my breath, then stood and wobbled to the front of the class. I grabbed the handle between Nicole and Amy and slid it toward Amy, hearing her moan. Then I slid it towards Nicole, and heard a moan from her. Back and forth I went, fucking each of them with the dildo, and watching as their pussies leaked a lot of fluids onto the table. The entire time, I felt the constant buzz of the vibrator inside me, and I noticed some of my own fluid running down my leg.

When my time was up, Ken turned Ms Sharon’s vibrator down, and gave control of the class back to her. After a moment to catch her breath, she stood, and leaned against the wall.

“Wow. Good job, Ken,” she said. ” You were exactly right with what I wanted the class to do. Also, excellent timing with the vibrator. I didn’t anticipate it at all.

“Now, Amy and Nicole, please stay on the table. We’re almost at the last activity, and you’ll need to be there, but in the meantime, you may have a break.

“Today’s last topic is orgasm, also known as cumming. Escort Kadıköy This is the most exciting part of sex. How many of you have experienced an orgasm before?” Every one of the boy’s hands went up, as well as most of the girls. “Good. Well, for those that haven’t, you’re in for a treat. Each of you, get with the partner, or pair of partners, from the first class. Kent and Roberto, come to the front to join your partners.”

It took everyone a moment to get with their partner. Tony and Alex retrieved my remote from Filipe, and came to join me, and John and Eric got Ms Sharon’s remote from Ken, and joined her.

“Good. Now that everyone is with their partner or group, I want each of you to bring the other to orgasm. This will be an excellent hands-on activity; no pun intended. Since Samantha and I have two partners, we will each cum twice, and make each of our boys cum once. I think Samantha and I can manage that.” She winked at me. I smiled back. “Alright, everyone. Have fun. There are some paper towels at the front to clean up with, once you’re done.”

Once Ms Sharon was finished speaking, everyone immediately began touching their partner. Tony and Alex seemed hesitant, like they didn’t want to gang up on me, so I started the action by reaching forward and grabbing both of their cocks, and I started jacking them off. Once they saw I was willing, Tony reached forward and grabbed my breasts, as Alex turned the knob on the remote up to medium-high. Once he did that, he reached down and started rubbing my pussy.

I looked around and saw many couples rubbing each other in various ways. I looked over to Ms Sharon, and saw she was in much of a similar position as I, with two cocks in her hands, and four hands rubbing her tits and pussy. Looking to the front, I saw Nicole and Amy had Kent and Roberto’s cocks in their hands. Each boy had one hand on their girls breast, and the other on the double dildo, moving it in unison between the two girls.

As I continued to watch all the action in the room, I quickly got very horny, and had my first orgasm within the first couple minutes. I was the first girl in the classroom, but not the first person; I could tell Ken beat me to that, because Latoya had cum all over her dark chest.

Once I was done, I decided to concentrate on the boys. I rubbed them faster and faster. Since I was right-handed, and Alex was in my right hand, he was first to blow his load. Since I was in control, I decided where it would go, so I pointed it right at my chest. The first glob landed on my right tit, and the second landed on my belly.

Now that Alex was finished, Tony and I concentrated on each other. We seemed to be in a race to see who would come first. I had two advantages: Tony was a guy, and I knew they took less time than girls; and I had already cum, so I was further away from cumming again. It seemed Tony was aware of this fact, because he reached over and turned up the intensity on my vibrator to full-blast, before return his hand to my pussy and inserting three fingers.

It took all my effort not to lean back and let go of Tony, but I was determined to finish him before he finished me. I was jerking him so fast, and he was fingering me at about the same speed. All around the room, I heard moans and saw cum flying, as well as bodies in the throes of orgasm. I knew Tony and I would be joining them soon.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let go of Tony, giving into the amazing orgasm. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let out a loud moan. However, Tony was apparently at the end of his rope too, because as soon as I opened my mouth to moan, a load of cum landed directly inside of it. The next couple loads landed all over my face. The surprise cumload just excited me even more, and made my orgasm that much more intense.

About 30 seconds later my orgasm had finished. I was still in a very high state of arousal, due to the vibrator buzzing away inside of me. Alex had turned it down, but it was still purring away. I opened my eyes and looked at Tony and Alex. They had both grabbed paper towels and were cleaning themselves off. Tony offered me one, and I took it. I started with my face, doing my best to get it all. Then I looked down and started on the load on my chest, which had dripped down to my belly.

Once I was satisfied with being clean enough, I looked around. Most of the guys had finished, and several of the girls. I saw Amy and Nicole had switched positions. They were both on their knees, facing away from each other. With the dildo still between them, they were doing each other doggy style. I knew they were close to finishing. However, it appeared Ken was having some trouble finishing Latoya. I decided I’d help him out.

I stood and walked over to the couple. Latoya was leaning back, with her ass on the edge of the seat, and her legs wide open. Ken was sitting on the floor between her legs, and had the vibrator in his hand. He was fucking Latoya with it, but not very quickly. It seemed his arm was getting tired.

“Do you want some help, Ken?” I asked as I approached.

Ken looked up at me, and said, “Sure, if you don’t mind. I never realized how much work it takes to get a girl off.”

I laughed. “Yep, it takes quite a bit more for us than it does for you guys.”

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All Work No Play

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It’d been a hard week again, working extra hours. Some rest and play were much needed.Anna had prepared a wonderful meal for us both, we shared a bottle of wine whilst we were eating.We settled down on the sofa for a “firestick and chill” kinda evening, the wine flowed freely, and we were trying to find a film to watch when I scrolled down and found the “Adult section.” Her eyes lit up.“Oh, haven’t seen this before.”“Do you wanna have a browse I said?” Ok then. Which surprised me, to be honest, she’s not against watching a bit of porn. So I smiled to myself, “Anything in particular?”“No, you choose.”I Went through a few channels, the usual high-paid actors etc until I found a homemade amateur channel. “Shall we see what this is like?” OkThere was a woman watching tv when her partner came home. He kissed her full on the lips. “Oh, thank you, honey.” She went into the kitchen and came back with a beer.“Hard day darling?”“Just the usual, thanks.” Anadolu Yakası Escort I’ll have this, then go for a shower. After five minutes he went to the bedroom, undressed and grabbed a towel and made his way to the en-suite shower.She sneaked to watch him shower, just in time as he was soaping up his flaccid penis and smooth balls. She felt a tingle between her legs, her hand reached under her skirt and rubbed the soft cotton panties that covered her freshly waxed pussy.She was biting her bottom lip so as not to be caught out. Her pussy was getting moist, just then he turned round he continued to rinse himself down before knocking the shower off.He grabbed the towel he changed into shorts and a tee shirt.“Hey, baby good shower?”“Refreshing. Come sit back down, here’s a beer.”He drank his beer in seconds and started to kiss her. Tongues wrestling with each other, he glided his hand up her Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan long legs where he found his intended destination.“My aren’t you wet already”He moved to the floor in front of her, opening her legs wide. The wetness of her secretions showed through on the red panties that she wore.He licked them, then he moved the material to the side to get a better view and to start to tongue her perfectly smooth mound.Without warning, he sucked each pussy lip in turn. She used her fingers to spread them wide, and his tongue darted into her love tunnel.He reached for the empty bottle, circled the entrance, and slowly pushed it inside her.She “gasped” as the coldness of the bottle slid in. “Oh, Baby, that feels so good.” His speed increased, thrusting it in and out.“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Just then, she started squirting all over him and onto the floor. His face was dripping.“I’m Escort Anadolu Yakası so sorry”“Don’t be sorry,” he replied. He withdrew the bottle and resumed licking up as much of her juices as possible. She pulled his head back up to hers and they kissed passionately, tasting herself on his lips.He sat down to regain his composure and catch his breath. Her hands peeled his shorts down so his penis was released, sticky from his pre cum, she ran her fingers around its helmet, and she bent her head down opening her mouth.Her tongue was licking and poking his pee hole, she took his tool deeper into her mouth and throat and her nose was touching his groin.Her head bobbed up and down on what looked to be at least seven and a half inches of hard cock, he told her to stop.“Why?” I don’t want to cum yet. She got on all fours, and he stood behind her pert ass and guided his erect penis into her pussy, That feels so good she sighed.He thrust deeper and deeper, his balls slapping her pussy, he pushed his thumb into her sweet puckered asshole.“Oh yes, baby, you wanna fuck my ass, don’t you?”Without hesitation, he withdrew from her pussy and pushed his purple helmet against her tight hole. Slowly pushing against the tightness it was making its way into her most sacred forbidden hole.

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An Enchanting Dream

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I dreamed of the first time that we would meet. The things I would say to you as you approached me for the first time. How I’d feel the moment you wrapped your arms around me and held on to me so tightly that I could barely breathe. The electric shock I would feel at the first caress of your lips on mine as we kissed tenderly, hungrily. Oh how I longed for you at that moment when the earth stood still and we were the only people in the universe. Tangled in an erotic web of sleep, sensuality and desire you came to me and stole my most secret thoughts and made them your own.

Every day spent with you seems like only seconds in an eternity without you. My mind, my body, my heart never get enough of you. I ache for you in a way that’s indescribable anguish. I crave you, the taste of your flesh on my tongue filling my senses with the most tantalizing texture and aroma. In my dreams you taste salty and sweet all at once. The male essence of you, the sweet tang that is uniquely you invade me and consume me with a need and an unyielding desire that can’t be imagined. My hands tingle with the need to feel your Bostancı Escort body as the aroma of you wafts towards me. To touch every inch of you, feel you warm and willing under my hands would be heaven in it’s self. To hear you moan and pant with desire would be music to my ears. Feeling your hands on me, your arms around me would be a dream come true.

You made love to me so many times. Weaving a tangled web of passion and desire. Mixing emotions with exquisite visions in my head as your words drifted to me. I touched myself, thinking of you, my body reacting to every part of you. Hands sliding over my body to touch the secret places I wanted you to touch me. My fingers dancing over my body, making me moan out your name and yearn for you even more. Begging, pleading with you in my mind, in my heart. Touch me, love me. I need to feel you on me, in me so badly. I’m consumed with a desperation like no other before. I need release. I need you to be a part of it. My hands slide lower and the heat in my body builds. I imagine it’s you slipping inside me instead of my fingers. I imagine it’s you that I’m Bostancı Escort Bayan holding inside me, caressing, my walls clinging to.

I move within myself and with every stroke, I feel you moving in me. You throb and pulse inside me, getting harder and harder. My fingers are flying, dancing over my most intimate treasure as I seek you. My body is alive with electric current. I can surely feel your hands running over me. I feel the tips of your fingers as they brush against my nipples. I gasp and arch my body into you. I’m liquid with desire. My pussy dripping, flooding, dewey and pink and moist with need for you. I cry out, my body shaking, my muscles contracting. I scream. Oh how I scream for you, long, loud screams that I wish so desperately you could hear.

My body trembles with want. I want to feel your sweet, succulent cum jetting inside me. Bathing me, warming me with all that you have to give. I contract again, crying out even harder at the thought of you filling me up so completely as only you can. I writhe in passion and in pain as want and lust combine to overtake my senses. You Escort Bostancı lift me higher and higher right to the edge and I go crashing over. Naked, spent, relaxed, but still with a yearning in my heart and body that still aren’t satisfied.

My body has a mind of it’s own, and without realizing it I bring my fingers to my lips. I slide them inside, wanting so badly to taste the mixture of our cum, but tasting only mine instead. I lick them clean, savoring every drop of my delicious cum, wishing so badly that I could kiss you with the taste of me on my lips. Dreaming of sucking our juices off of your hardness as you lay spent and panting.

The hunger for you doesn’t end. It lingers and builds. Mounting in fresh waves it washes over me again and again. I gasp in awe and shock as I cum again, this time without even touching myself. Only you do this to me, you devine, devilish creature.

I curl up to my pillow. A glow of release and sweet sweat covering me. I drift off with the feel of you still inside me. Dreaming of you, wishing and hoping for the day when you’re here with me. You, my lover, my dream, my heart.

On and on I dream. Awake or asleep. I dream of you. You’re there ingrained in me. My head, my heart, even my body that you’ve never touched with your hands. They all bare the mark of you. You’ve branded me. I’m yours. Take me.

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Hank Plays Hard To Get

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I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics.I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed doesn’t seem to be unnerving you in the slightest. She also pulled her blouse back down, and then she sat up with her legs crossed. “Should I also put my panties back on?”Now I felt I should go in the opposite direction. “Ah, no that’s not necessary.”She smiled at me. “You don’t know what you want, do you? Come on, sit up, I want to talk to you about a couple of things. We have some wine left, so let me pour a couple of glasses.” Then she asked me a question I hadn’t expected. “Have you ever had a wet dream? The technical term would be a nocturnal emission. I mentioned that before, didn’t I?”“That’s kind of a personal matter.”“Come on, Hank, put away your reserved side. You can be blunt with me, you know that.”“Okay, no, I never have had a wet dream. I think I would remember it.”By this time, Margery would say just about anything. “And I know why; you masturbate too much to have one! Hey, don’t blush. After all, we’ve just done it in front of each other, right?”“I wonder what other guys actually dream about, assuming that they have such dreams?”“I wouldn’t know, and maybe you’ll never know either. Well, ask your buddies Mark and Dan, they might know.” I had a hard time imagining talking to them about that. She continued, “Knowing those guys, they probably whack-off as much as you do.”“Wouldn’t I be doing it less now that I’ve met you?””Aw, that’s sweet of you, but no, I bet you’re doing it more now.”As usual, I was impressed with her insight. Now that I was learning something first-hand about female sexuality, including what women’s bodies felt and looked like, my fantasies had become more vivid.She asked me, “Did you think about me on that day you met me? Or really, that night?”Does she have to ask me about this? “I’ll admit, I did think about you.”“So what were we doing?”I figured I might as well answer, “The way I pictured it, you were on top of me, and you were naked except for white knee socks.”“Wow, that is pretty hot. I must have made quite an impression on you that day. And are you also going to think about that halter-top lady tonight, the one we saw earlier?”Her again? Do I have to answer that one too? It seemed like a good time to turn it around on her. “You haven’t told me about any of your fantasies yet.”“All right. I have had one, just recently in fact. I’ll tell you about it if you want to hear it. And, sorry, it wasn’t about you.”It was just a fantasy, no big deal. “Go ahead, I’ll listen.”I expected to hear that it was about Ben or one of the other guys in the neighborhood, but I was wrong. She went into some detail about it, and the upshot was that she had imagined herself as a student at a Catholic school. One of the nuns had caught her masturbating in the girls’ room and had punished her by paddling her bare behind as Margery lay across her lap.I asked her, “And what color knee socks were you wearing?”“I can see how your mind works. These same red ones, of course. And my panties were red too.”I could quite vividly imagine that. “Was this at Mount St. Ursula?” That was the high school near Dan’s house.“I think it was. While standing against the wall doing my corner time, this nun came up behind me and started rubbing my sore behind. You want to hear the rest of this?”“You started it. Yeah, of course, I do.”“She said that I had taken my discipline well and that I deserved some comforting. One thing led to another, and then she was fondling me, and I was fondling her, and finally, we licked each other to our climaxes.”“What do they wear under those habits?”“Well, they are starting to loosen up their dress codes a bit recently, as you may have noticed.”“I mean, whatever they had about six or seven years ago.”“I don’t know, Hank, so I just made it up. This one had a petticoat, I Ataşehir Escort guess you’d call it, and these ample white bloomers. Well, those bloomers didn’t last long on her, as you might imagine.” She noticed the expression on my face. “You’re looking at me with something like awe. You have no idea what women really think about, do you?”“I guess I’m learning that from you.” Man, I wonder if all women have the kind of imagination that this one does?Then the implications of what she had said started to strike me. “Wait a minute, where did you get all these ideas from? I mean, for your fantasy about being with a nun?”“You should know. There’s a lot of stuff in those magazines that you haven’t seen yet.”“Are there nuns in them?”“Oh yeah, a few, the clergy is a theme in them. And that’s been an erotic interest of people for a couple of centuries at least.”“Not real nuns, I suppose.”“Of course not; it’s easy enough to get the costumes for a porn shoot.”More implications came to me, and I expressed my curiosity. “The bigger thing is – you thought of having sex with another woman. I mean, licking each other, as you said.”“I was wondering when you were going to get to that. You’re a bit slow today. I saw that in a magazine too, although I don’t have that one right now.”“So it had girl-on-girl action?”“It’s called lesbianism, as you might know.”“Of course I’ve heard of it.” However, it wasn’t in my fantasy repertoire yet. “So, you liked looking at it, I mean the pictures?”“Obviously, I did have a fantasy about it. Although, as Kinsey said, most of us are at least a bit bi-sexual. You know who Alfred Kinsey is, right?”“I’ve heard of him too. So what was in this magazine? I mean, what do women do with each other, besides, well, going down on each other?”“That’s called cunnilingus; it doesn’t matter if a man or a woman is the one doing it to the lucky chick getting her pussy licked.”I told her the truth. “All right, I don’t know that term.” The “health ed” class I had taken in school the previous year didn’t go anywhere near that level of detail. Probably the large majority of my classmates didn’t know the word either. I was certain I had never heard Mark or Dan use it.Margery said, “So you asked what other acts women do each other? Well, I’ve seen photos of this, so you’ve asked the right person. They could use dildos on each other. Or, there is this thing called a strap-on. It’s basically a dildo that a lady can strap around her waist and then, of course, she can fuck another lady with it.”“So why not just get some guy to bang you?”Margery was slightly impatient with me, “Because, they don’t want a man, but they still want to come from having something pushed up their vaginas.” She could see that I was confused. “I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but that’s the way some women are. By the way, many men are just wild about seeing lesbian porn. You obviously are barely aware of its existence.”I shrugged, “I’m sure I’ve never seen it.”“That’s okay, you didn’t know much about anything until you saw those other pictures. But there’s something else you missed.”“So what is that?”“That she paddled me, and I liked it. I suppose you’ve never heard of BDSM, have you?”“Is this something else in those magazines?”“Oh yeah, especially some of those from Britain, but they are hardly the only nationality who are interested in it. In fact, I’m beginning to think it’s such a common fetish that it hardly qualifies as one. Would you like me to explain it a bit? I mean, I don’t have any pictures to show you about that either.”I agreed, and she gave me a condensed but still fairly complete treatise on the whole subject. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what she was telling me.I asked her, “How did you know that you’d like it, I mean, this nun paddling fantasy?”I should have known how blunt she would be. “Because of the results. I had an orgasm while imagining it; that’s pretty good evidence, I would say.”She looked down at my crotch. “You came right back up again, I see.” She rolled over and stretched. “My lips are going to be chapped from all of the work I’ll have to do on you.”“Oh, poor Margery. Ataşehir Escort Bayan Now you’re going to have to wear Chap-stick as well as lipstick.” She found that funny. “So, are you going to do that no-panties-in-the-street-bit again sometime?”“If I’m not wearing jeans or trousers that day, sure, it’s no problem.”*********In the day or two after that particular basement session, I was pondering my developing relationship with Margery. It occurred to me that I was always responding to her beck and call, and that maybe I should pretend to be busier than I really was. I can’t let her take me for granted; maybe I should make myself scarce for a bit and let her chase me for a while.I don’t know how I figured out that insight on my own but eventually, through some trial and error, I discovered that maybe I was on to something.Sure enough, she called me the next day and asked me to meet her outside her building – for exactly what, I wasn’t sure. It was in the afternoon after school, and I just made up an excuse about why I couldn’t see her on that day. I said, “I’m sorry, I’ve got this paper I have to write and I really should get going on it.”I listened carefully to her voice to see if I could detect any reaction to my refusal, but she seemed to accept it. I couldn’t see her expression of course, which would have been helpful for what I needed to know.Three days went by and neither one of us contacted the other. I was starting to miss her a bit, but I resolved to stay on my course. She’s not going anywhere; if anything, she must be missing you too.****On Saturday, I relented on my plan, and I asked her to go with me on the Circle Line the next day. That company ran excursion boats in the rivers surrounding Manhattan. I had only been on the ride once before with my family years earlier, and Margery had never been on it. She agreed to go.When we got to the waterfront at West 42nd Street, she had a little surprise for me. For whatever era, the Circle Line always charged a substantial fee to ride their boats. It was not like there was a competing company on the same route. Anyway, she offered to pay for her share of the trip.Neither one of us had jobs, but my parents had always given me, on an ad hoc basis, a little cash for carfare and such. Now that they knew I had a girlfriend, they were giving me a bit more, but they never mentioned that it had anything to do with Margery. I wondered if perhaps her family was doing the same for her.I shrugged and I agreed to go Dutch with her. I had no idea how boat rides fit in with dating protocols.We stood up for almost the entire trip and leaned on the port side railing. I remembered that my one previous time on that line had been around 1964; I was sure I was still in elementary school back then.One of the biggest changes at the time of that later trip was that the World Trade Center was under construction. The two towers had topped out their steel frames, and the outer cladding was mostly up on the north building and partially up on the south one.A little later, we were going up the East River, and I looked over at Margery to my left. It was a mild day, and she was casually dressed in a short-sleeved blouse, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was tied up behind her head.It struck me that she looked so young and innocent at that moment. Nobody seeing her could imagine the kind of sexuality this girl was capable of, but I’ve seen it first-hand. In fact, I’m just getting started with her.She turned and looked over at me. I almost flinched from the gaze of her dark eyes, but I held my position and continued my perusal of her.Rather abruptly, she said, “So, what are you looking at? What is it that you see in me?”I tried to pass it off as a random incident. “I don’t know, nothing in particular.”But she was very sharp about such things. “I know what it is. You’re trying to figure me out. I mean, based on the way I look, I’m not the way you expected me to be.”That was almost it. I somehow knew that about her in the earliest moments of that first day when she was mouthing off to me on the sidewalk. She looked young and inexperienced, yet I Escort Ataşehir had wanted her almost instantly. I also knew that I could have her if I made a move on her. Yet I didn’t want to admit on the boat that she had read my present thoughts so well. “Something like that, I guess.”She simply scrunched her face a bit and nodded. Yeah, Hank, I’ve got you down pat.******Eventually, we went up the East River and then the Harlem. Then we turned south on the Hudson River for the final leg of our trip. We had maybe a half-hour to reach the pier at 42nd Street.We were now on the starboard side of the boat. Margery and I were looking at the New Jersey Palisades when she suddenly said, rather quietly. “So Hank, I’ve been thinking about a little role game for us to play; I mean, I’ve been planning it. You obviously don’t know what a dominatrix is, do you?”It sounded familiar but I wanted to hear her explanation. “Well, tell me what I need to know.”“All right, there are a lot of men who are so eager to have a stern lady spank or paddle them that they’ll pay a woman – a sort of prostitute, you could call her – to punish them. Usually, they’ll make up some pretext or maybe there is something really bothering them.”I wanted to know how she knew all that. Instead, I revised the question as, “Why would they want that?”“I don’t know, there’s probably a whole psychology of guilt and punishment and desire that goes back to the – well, to the Oedipal Complex maybe.”Wow, it’s really cool that she can so casually throw around the term Oedipal Complex in a conversation. I didn’t say that, however, and she went on. “How about you? Maybe you’d like to try it yourself. I mean, maybe you can imagine me punishing you.”I acted confused even though I mostly understood what she was getting at. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Oh yeah? I think you do get it. I’m thinking about a scene where I do something to punish you. I want us to play roles and be directly involved with all this. Are you at least curious to hear about it?”I was, but I protested, “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”“That’s not the point. We’ll invent some misdeed.”“So it’s playacting then.”“Except, the spanking will be very real.”It felt weird, but I was suddenly intrigued by her suggestion. Just how perverse am I? Just how perverse is she? “All right, tell me about it; I’m listening.”“Okay, what’s about the worst thing that ever happened to you in school, I mean, the worst trouble you ever had with a teacher, a female teacher?”“I guess there was a time when one of them accused me of cheating on a test. I mean, she gave me a hard term verbally, but that was it.”“So imagine if I was that teacher. There are still states where it’s legal to spank or paddle a high school student. Yeah, it’s usually a teacher of the same gender, but – we’ll be creative!”How did she know those details? “But you’re too young to be a teacher.”“We’re making it up, so it doesn’t matter. You can call me Miss Carlin. Do you see where I’m going with this?”“Not yet, I don’t. And you’re the one making this up, not me.”“Okay, say, I’m the teacher and I make you come into the classroom after school is over. That’s called detention, of course. I would make sure that the door is locked during this.”“That never happens at my school.”“It’s probably not even legal in this state, but you’re being too literal-minded. So I’ll tell you what you did wrong – rightly or wrongly, let’s assume that it has something to do with cheating as you said. Thus I’m going to chide you for being a bad boy and that you deserve everything I’m going to dish out.”“And what exactly are you going to dish out?”“I just told you. As your teacher, I’m going to put you over my knees or over the desk or maybe both. Then I’m going to spank you – on your bare backside.” She smiled at me. “Maybe you’ll start claiming that you are going to be good from now on. But that’s not going to deter me from my purpose. Does any of this sound interesting?”I didn’t know then how common, almost to the point of being a cliché, that naughty student-stern teacher trope was. The detention idea was a sub-trope, perhaps. I looked around the boat’s deck, but no one was that close to us. However, I could imagine the older people on the boat looking at us and thinking, I wonder what that nice young couple is talking about? They’re talking about staging a kinky sex scene, that’s what.I asked something in protest again. “And why do you get to do this to me?”

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Summer of My Discontent Pt. 02

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This is the second part of the Summer Of My Discontent series. I recommend reading Part 1 first. It is located in the Lesbian category. Enjoy!

***

God, I hate myself. Here I was, doing it again. Curtains in my room- closed. Door locked. Lights off in the middle of the day, rock hard cock in my hand thinking about her. At least this time, I wasn’t going to look at it. No way. I had to stop. It was becoming an obsession. Every time I closed my eyes for the past three days, she was all I could see. Those tits, that sweet pussy, that ass. It was bad enough that I had not touched any of these things for myself, but now I was thinking about them constantly. How would her nipples feel as they hardened from my tongue caressing them? What does her pink pussy taste like? Would she let me ease my cock into her tight little ass? Would she make a sound, or just turn around and give me that incredulous look, as if to say, “I can’t believe you just put your filthy cock in my tight, clean little ass?”

Imagining that look was getting me there. I was close. And then, completely against my will, my left hand reached over and opened up my phone. I found myself looking at a close-up photo of my ex-girlfriend, eyes closed, licking my sister’s shaved, pink pussy. Not just licking it. Savoring it, like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. As if she wanted this moment to last forever. I had never seen that combination of lust, pleasure and contentment on her face when we made out. But she had it when she was licking my sister’s perfect little clit. I erupted. Cum everywhere. I closed my eyes and imagined my cum spraying all over her ass. I had done this same thing countless times over the past three days. But what really bothered me was that in my mind it was not Rigby, my ex-girlfriend’s perfect ass. No. It was my sister’s. God, I hate myself.

Three days. It had been three days since Chelsea humiliated me by fucking my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Soon to be ex-girlfriend. I hadn’t actually broken up with her yet. To be completely honest, I hadn’t even talked to her. For three days she had been trying to get ahold of me. She had been blowing me up. And for three days, I had sent her to voicemail. I had not even listened to the messages. Was she going to tell me what happened? Pretend that nothing happened? I didn’t even know if she knew that I knew. But maybe the worst part of the past three days wasn’t that she cheated on me. Or even that she cheated on me with my sister. Everyone is powerless against her wickedness. The worst part was the photo that my sister sent me at the moment of her ecstasy. Why do I still have it? Why do I keep looking at it? Why can’t I stop?

Determined, I grabbed the phone and opened it up again. There it was. All I had to do was hit the delete button and rid myself of it forever. Seeing it again, moments after I had just cum, my penis started getting aroused again. Jesus. What is wrong with me? Why does the sight of my sister’s engorged clit make me want to cover my room in cum? I clicked the phone off. But the picture was still safely there, undeleted, if I should need it again in five or six minutes. I got up, unlocked my door, hopped in the shower, and flopped back onto my bet. I should get up. I should do something. But why ruin my streak? Three days of hiding in my room. It was an impressive display of defeat.

My phone started buzzing. Rigby. Ignore. Just then I heard some talking in the hallway outside of my room. It was my sister, for sure. And my buddy, Darby?

“Hey, I’ll see you there in August, right?” Yep. Definitely Darby. She was going to the same school my sister attends. Actually, Darb is my smartest friend by far. I think she got into every single school she applied for. Some really competitive ones too. In the end, she picked a state school not too far away from town because they made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. (We watched The Godfather in my film class last year. Darby was in it too. Great movie. Had to get all the parents to sign off on the class watching it, even though I think the entire class was seniors. School. It is beyond absurd. Anyway, now we can’t stop quoting the movie.) They gave her a full ride! Complete academic scholarship. So, she is following the money. I don’t blame her.

“You are going to State? I thought were some genius?” My sister. Take a moment to appreciate her eloquence.

“Yeah, well I got a good deal. Maybe when I get there you could show me around?” Oh god. Darby, no. I have thought for some time that Darby was in lust with Chelsea. The weird thing is, I honestly didn’t know Darby was into girls. Maybe she isn’t- but she sure watches Chelse when she is near.

“I don’t know. I guess, if have time. I’m gonna be real busy.” Complete blow-off.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” Darby gets it. But her voice sounded a little disappointed to me.

“You hear to see dumbass?” Again. A poet.

“Yeah.” There was a slight pause. “He isn’t, you know. Dumb. He is one of the smartest guys I know.” It probably isn’t true. Darby has a lot of friends. And she was like… third in our class. But I didn’t care that she had to lie to defend me. I just thought it was damn decent of her to even try.

Chelsea said, Anadolu Yakası Escort “Yep. The little guy is a real winner. Do yourself a favor and don’t ever make a bet with him.” Then she sort of chuckled, and was gone. Half a moment later I heard a knock on my door. But I didn’t really want to see anyone. So, I pretended I was asleep.

“What?” I said it like I was kind of groggy.

“Quit acting. You are terrible at it.” She would know too. She is going to major in Japanese, with a minor in Theatre. She has been in plays all over town. She is good. Whenever I’m around and she tells someone what she is going to study in college, I always say in my best hick dialect “What are you gonna do with those degrees? Kabuki?”

To which she replies, “Noh.” Ahhh! You get it? It’s funny cause… You see, it’s a… you know what? Never mind. We think we are hysterical.

“What do you want?” Still groggy. I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“You are not asleep. I am coming in, so if you are naked, or worse, cover up.” Darby gets me. What could be worse than naked? Actually, given my activities for the past three days, she was right. It could be a lot worse.

“Just talked to your sister for a second out here. Why does she always call you little? You are much taller than her.”

“I think it is a swipe at my manhood.”

“Oh. How would she know. Has she seen it?” I had never really considered it before.

“I guess she just assumes.”Having given me enough time to make myself presentable, Darby opened the door and was surprised to see a fairly dark room at close to 3 pm.

“It smells weird in here. Like B.O. and Cheese Whiz had a kid.” That is what I like about Darby. She is honest, but she is also sort of witty. I was really into her about two years ago. I tried to take it to the next level, but she “friend zoned” me pretty hard. I got over it. But Darby is cute. Short, black hair. Pretty small, just a little over five feet. I don’t know what she weighs. I could ask her. She would tell me. I mean, she would make me tell her what I weigh first, but she would. She always looks great. Actually, I am not sure about her tits either. She usually doesn’t wear form fitting clothes. She is kind of a sweatshirt and leggings girl. But I know she takes dance (for being in musicals and such) and when she was younger she took gymnastics, so she is probably still flexible. What am I trying to imply here? Mostly that I am a jerk. But Darby always looks great.

“Sorry, I haven’t gone out much.” I said. Darb came over and sat down on the edge of my bed.

“Yeah, I know. Nobody has heard from you since last week. What’s up?”

“Let’s just say, it hasn’t been my finest week and leave it at that.”

Just then my mom threw open my door. “Don’t forget to…”

“Mom!” I cut her off.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Hi Darby!” She shut the door then knocked. My family is terrible about knocking. I am always jealous when I am at someone else’s house and their parents always politely knock before they enter the room. Not mine.

I waited just a little bit before answering her. “Come in.”

“Don’t forget to mow the lawn. It looks pretty bad, and Chelsea’s mom is coming Friday.” I had completely forgotten that Chelsea’s mom was gonna be in town. No wonder Chelsea was being particularly horrible the past few days. She always gets bent out of shape with anything to do with her mom. They don’t see each other very much. Once every couple of years. Actually, the last time she came in town, I was out of town at a comic convention. (I can feel your judgement. But the people are fun loving and passionate. What more do you want?) So, it had maybe been five or six years since I had seen Mrs. Jankowski. That was her new name. She got remarried a few years ago. I remember Chelsea was not happy about that. Hates her new step dad. But she never really sees them, so who cares, right?

“I’ll get to it.” I said.

“I’m not kidding, I need that done. We can’t look like the family that never cuts the grass and parks cars on the front lawn. You know how important it is to your sister.”

“It’s next on my list.”

“Okay. How’s your summer going Ms. Darby?” Why do people over thirty do that? Call you Mr. or Ms. and then use your first name? Is it me, or is that a little unsettling?

“It’s going great Mrs. Abbey.” Ha! How did Darby know exactly what I was thinking!

“Sassy. You know I have always liked your sass.” was my mom’s reply. In her defense, I don’t even think she realized what she said. Or what it sounded like. But Darb and I did. Darb shot me a look, mouth agape. You know what I mean. I, on the other hand, could only plead, “Mom!”

As she was already closing the door we heard a “Bye you two.” drift our way.

“I love your mom.”

“Sold. She is yours. Take her when you leave.”

“Alright. Enough. You are moping. I hate moping. You are going to tell me what is up with you right now, or I am not going to share my Sour Patch Kids.” What can I say? She knows my weaknesses. But this was no idle threat. She was already reaching in her purse to pull out the package. Then she popped one in her mouth. And just sat there.

“You Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan really aren’t going to give me one.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Pretty please.” I tried my best to be seductive. Bedroom eyes. She was on to me.

“Don’t even try. You lay there with nothing but a damp towel and your sexy wet hair, making your little eyes. Not going to work on me.”

“Hey, you had your chance. You passed.”

“I just told your sister you were smart. Don’t make me a liar. That was years ago. You were still a boy.”

“We are the same age!” I protested.

“And you were still a boy. Now stop stalling. I want to know what is going on.” As a measure of good faith, she dropped a Sour Patch Kid on my chest.

“Thanks.” I said. “But I can’t tell you. I know we usually tell each other things, but not this time. It is too much. I wouldn’t know where to start. And I feel bad enough now. If anyone knew, my shame and insecurity would merge into a singularity.”

“Fuck me. Now I have to know. What is going on? Does it have to do with Rig? She told Emmy you had disappeared.” I sat up. I thought about it. My room was still kind of dark, though both our eyes had adjusted. If there was anyone I could tell about this, it was probably Darby.

Before I could say anything she said, “Oh my god. Did it not work?”

“What?”

“…IT?

“What? No. It works. Oh my god. That is what you thought? Ewww. It works. I wish it would stop working.” At this point, Darby had had enough. She pounced on me. Threw her body on mine. Kind of like we were going to have sex, with her on top. Only instead of grinding her pussy on me, she grabbed my chest with all her nails and dug them it. It hurt.

“Ouch. What the hell?”

“Tell me now or I strike first blood.” That one wasn’t from film class. We watched that in my basement a few weeks ago. She won’t stop using it.

The thing is, I needed to get her off of me, fast. How can I put this? She was making my dick hard. It was quickly growing right were her pussy was inadvertently pressing against me through her leggings and my towel. I had about three seconds or she was going to know that I was aroused.

“Darby.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll tell you. I swear.”

“Oh. Okay.” And then she removed her claws from my chest and got off of me just in time. By the time she was back on the bed, I had a full-blown erection. She never knew. Meanwhile, I sat there, not knowing how to begin. I settled on direct.

“Chelsea fucked Rigby.” There was a significant pause.

“That bitch.” I didn’t know if she was referring to Rigby for cheating on me, or Chelsea for deflowering my girlfriend. Or, now that I think about it, Rigby for getting to fuck Chelsea. Honestly, any of these might be correct.

“Are you sure? How do you know?”

“It happened.”

“How do you know? Maybe it is just…”

“I watched.”

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. You watched your sister fuck your girlfriend.? Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” She just kept saying it. But it isn’t like it was an inappropriate response. More like it was the only appropriate response to the world’s most inappropriate thing.

“Start over. Tell me everything. Don’t gloss over anything. Even the smallest detail might be important.”

“How would you even know what an important detail was or not?”

“Because I am a girl you dumbass! And from the looks of this room, I am the only help you have.” I try to make it a point not to argue with Darby, especially when she is right, which is usually. So, I told her. I told her everything. The car keys. My misplaced confidence. The bet. My stupidity. The closet. Everything.

“Wait. Say that again.”

“She took her dress off while she was facing me. I saw everything.” A slight pause.

“What did she look like?” Did her voice just crack a little? By now Darby was laying down next to me in the dark. I started to tell her about my sister’s body. What her tits looked like. At one point I thought I saw Darb lick her lips out of the corner of my eye. Maybe not. It was dark. It occurred to me that her intense interest in this part of the story might not be strictly to help me. In fact, by the time I got to describing Chelsea’s bright pink pussy lips Darby reached down and acted like she was adjusting her leggings. But she wasn’t. She just used that as an opportunity to ever so slightly rub her clit. It was most likely throbbing by now. I felt bad for her, mostly because I was in the very same position in the dark closet last Saturday night. Needing relief, but not being able to receive it. I was certain that that if I somehow vanished from the room, Darby’s hand would be down her pants in a millisecond.

When I got to the part of the story where I started to rub my own cock, she looked up at me. Our eyes were six inches apart, and I could tell she understood. I finished the story. I told her everything. The looks from Chelsea. The text. The photo. Cumming harder than I ever have in my life. My shame. Everything. By the time I finished, Darby was sweating. The poor girl. I felt bad for her for two reasons. First, listening to a story about your pathetic Escort Anadolu Yakası friend being demolished by his sister can’t be fun. The second reason was that I could see she was as turned on as she had ever been in her entire life by this story.

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“What have you said to your sister? What are you gonna say to Rigs? What have you been doing for the past three days?”

“Not much. I haven’t really even seen Chelse. Rigby has been blowing up my phone, but I haven’t gotten back. Mostly I have just hidden in my room and masturbated. Sorry. But it is true. And that is the worst part of it. I can’t stop thinking about the images. Most of the time, when I touch myself, I am thinking about… her.”

“Her?”

“Chelsea.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I want to stop. I do. But I can’t make myself stop looking at that fucking pic on my phone. It makes me cum so fucking hard.”

“Wait! What? You still have the pic? You didn’t delete it?”

In my shame. “I still have it.” A switch went off in Darby. She stood up and walked over to the door. I thought she might run out of the room and confront Chelsea or something. Instead, she locked the door. Then she turned around and walked over to me, slowly like a cat stalking something. When she got to the bed, she sat back down facing me. Then she spoke in the most calm, deliberate manner I have ever heard her use.

“You are my friend and I love you. I do. I am going to help you through this. We will figure it out together. But right now, I need something from you. And you have to give me what I want, even if you don’t really want to. I have never really asked you for much, so I am all in here. I need this. And you are going to give it to me.”

“What do you want?”

“I need you to let me see that photo.” Her eyes were begging. Pleading. If I had said no, I think whatever it is that makes Darby who she is might cease to exist. Still, sharing it seemed somehow embarrassing. Painful. I didn’t know what to do.

Just then, Darby reached over and took my hand. Very slowly, she guided it down to her pants and pressed it right on her pussy. It wasn’t a sexual move. She didn’t want me to rub her. I could tell that. It was informational. She needed me to know something. It only took me a second to understand completely. Her pants were soaking wet. I don’t mean a little damp. I mean wet. As wet as if I had poured a glass of water on her.

“I need to see that photo.” I reached for my phone. Darby took a breath. It may have been the first breath she taken since I said I still had the damn thing. I opened my phone, found the photo and handed it to Darby.

“Should I just leave?”

“Why?”

“So… you can do what you have to do?”

“We are in this together. Stay. I am going to… touch myself now. It won’t take long. If you like what you see, you can do whatever you need to do. No one will ever hear about this from me. It is totally our thing.”

Then, without waiting for a reply from me she slipped a hand down her leggings and starting slowly rubbing her own pussy. Her eyes were closed. She looked like she was concentrating. But she wasn’t looking at the photo of Rigby and Chelsea yet. She had the phone in her other hand, but it is was face down, like she was saving it for later.

After a moment or two, I could hear her rubbing her pussy. I must have been so wet because it was making tiny sounds. I was just lying there, not really knowing what to do when Darby suddenly stopped.

“This isn’t right.” She said.

“God. I’m sorry. Why don’t I just leave.” But I don’t think she heard me. She got out of my bed and took her sweatshirt off. For the first time ever, I got to see my friend’s tits. They were awesome. Holy shit, they were perfect. Again, no bra. Is that a thing? I thought all girls wore bras. She looked at me, staring right at her fantastic breasts.

“I usually wear a bra. They were all dirty. Besides, I thought I was just gonna hang with you for a few minutes.” As usual she could read my mind. Or is it that I am just not nearly as complicated as I think I am? Someday, when I am trying to unravel the events of this summer with a therapist, I will have to ask them about that.

Then she stuck her thumbs into the elastic of her leggings. Oh wow. She wasn’t kidding. She really was all in. With one last look right at me (did I detect of hint of doubt?) she arched her back forward and slid her leggings to her ankles. She stood up slowly, probably trying to decide if she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

Yeah, it was dark. But I had fully adapted. And I don’t think there is enough darkness in the world to hide what I was seeing. My eyes were fully dilated. I was taking in everything. Darby was a ten. Who the hell knew? I knew she was cute. I knew she was brilliant and funny and for some reason put up with my mediocrity. But she was amazing. Her short haircut was perfect on her when you could see the entire picture. It was as if she picked the haircut specifically for when someone would see her completely naked. Black hair. Shapely, large breasts. Not as big at Chelsea, but still large. And perfectly proportioned. They were exactly the same size. I thought one was usually bigger than the other. Not on Darby. Perfectly proportioned. As my eyes trailed down her firm torso, I saw her pussy. She had dark hair, no surprise there. But it was trimmed. Kind of in a triangle. Not harsh. Just trimmed up. Like she didn’t want anything escaping a bikini. Oh, my penis. Hadn’t I had enough punishment lately?

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The strangest sex I have ever had was with two lesbian friends…

“John?”

I knew from the phone number identification that it was a friend from high school.

“Shelly?”

I hadn’t heard from her in several years, not since our tenth high school reunion.

“John! I’m so glad I’ve reached you!”

I was a math nerd in high school, a member of the “intellectual clique.” Shelly was, too. And I was a late-bloomer to sex. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t gotten offers. I had just turned them all down, uncertain of myself. Shelly was one of several girls I wish I had gotten to know better.

“Hey, Shelly. How are you? How is Susan?”

At our ten-year reunion, I found out that most of the girls I had wanted to sleep with were now lesbians, including Shelly! I met Shelly’s lover, Susan, at the reunion.

“Susan’s good… she’s good…”

Shelly’s voice drifted off, as if there was more, but before I could ask, she asked, “We’re hoping to visit Boston next month. Will you be around?”

There was a sparkle in Shelly’s voice, at least that’s how I experienced it. I let her voice crawl in my ear, as if whispered, the way I had fantasized so many times. Like the music of the sirens, her voice drifted inside me, went through my heart, and vibrated all the way down to my crotch.

“We’d love to see you…” she added.

By the time she finished, my arousal was complete.

“Sure,” I gulped.

I was glad she couldn’t see me, or read my mind.

“When?”

“How about the weekend of October 15th?” Shelly asked.

I took a deep breath. “Settle down,” I told myself, “I’m reading WAY too much into this.” I had made THAT mistake many times, thinking I knew what a woman wanted. I took another breath, then remembered how Shelly and Susan had been at the reunion, touching each other, smiling at each other. They were really in love. And though there was a lot of kidding by others at the reunion, they stood fast in their commitment to each other. When a former jock came over and tried to convince them that they didn’t know what they were missing, Susan stood between him and Shelly. “Men are pigs!” Susan had said. When the man turned with a snort and left, I said to Shelly, “Not ALL men.” “No, not you,” Shelly had reassured me. But Susan had had enough, and they left the reunion shortly after, heading back to Seattle. I hadn’t seen nor heard from them. Not until now.

“I’m available that weekend,” I said, then winced as I was afraid I might have sounded like a jerk.

“Great!” she said. “I’ll e-mail you the details. We’re really looking forward to seeing you!”

Long after I hung up, her voice continued to crackle inside my body.

On the weekend of the 15th, I picked up Shelly and Susan Friday afternoon at Logan, then gave them a thrilling drive out to my place.

“We’re not used to Boston driving,” Susan said. “There aren’t any lines! How do you know where to go?” Shelly asked. “Driving without boundaries… I’m used to it,” I said.

The ladies were quiet as I weaved my car carefully around the rush-hour traffic.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” I asked.

When I looked over, Shelly’s cheeks were red.

“Is it too warm? I can turn down the heat…” “No, it’s all right,” she said.

We sat in silence for the rest of the drive to my house. When we pulled into my driveway, it was early evening and already getting dark.

“Here we are! Chez John!”

We decided to eat, an early dinner for me, a kind of late lunch for the ladies from the west coast. We had clam chowder, peanut butter sandwiches, and white wine. We didn’t eat much, but managed to finish the wine. We moved to the living room and I opened another bottle, a late harvest, sweeter wine from upstate New York. Soon, we were quite relaxed, sinking into the thick cushions of my over-stuffed bachelor sofa set.

“So what brings you all the way out here?” I asked, speaking carefully, trying to keep a harness on the freedom the wine was offering me.

Shelly looked over at Susan. I wasn’t sure if she was red from the wine, or from what she wasn’t saying.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Susan admonished, looking very serious.

Susan was definitely the one that wore the pants in their relationship. She looked over at me, gave me the once-over, and said, “Shelly tells me you’re pretty smart? And you’re doing pretty well: college graduate, good job…”

I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was being judged. I tried to sit up, but just ended up squirming, trapped in my own sofa cushions.

“You’re not married, but you’ve done well. You seem nice enough… Is there any reason you haven’t gotten married?”

I felt like a piece of meat. I looked over at Shelly for some help.

“What, exactly, are you getting at?” I asked, a bit harder than I really wanted. “What’s this about?”

Shelly just looked back, opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything, then looked down at the floor.

“There’s no easy way to say this…,” Susan said. “Shelly and I would like to have a baby.”

I heard the words. Ankara bayan escort But all I could feel was the wine. I could tell how it was dulling my ability to understand. I blinked, to clear my thoughts.

“You want a… child?” I said, “both of you?” Susan snorted. “Not both of us, just Shelly.”

Susan seemed to regret what she had just said. I saw Shelly’s face turn sad.

“I… I didn’t mean it… not that way,” Susan said, leaning towards Shelly. “I want this baby, too. I just meant… you know…”

While the two women were consoling each other, I tried to focus on what had been said. I was surprised to hear myself ask aloud, “What’s that got to do with me?”

“I thought you said he was smart,” Susan said. The two of them laughed, then looked at me.

Maybe it was the wine. I sat there staring from Shelly to Susan, watching as Shelly turned red, until she couldn’t look at me any more. My eyes grew big as I realized what they wanted.

“Yes,” Susan said, “we want you to be the father!”

After the initial shock wore off, we talked for another couple hours — about life, love, why children, why me. Susan explained that I would not have any obligations, that I wouldn’t even see the child. When I winced at that, Shelly said that it was just that it was important that the child never know I was the father. I didn’t like that. Shelly said she chose me out of all the men she had ever known, that I was the best man she could think of to be the father.

“I’m tired of talking,” Susan said. “Are you going to help us, or not?”

I looked at Shelly. She looked back. I let myself fall into her eyes, and got the answer.

“Yes,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

“Good!” Susan said, obviously annoyed, angry that I had agreed. “It’s what we wanted,” Susan said. “Yep,” Susan said. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

Susan gave me a glare as she left us for her bedroom.

“Is she okay with this?” I asked. “It’s hard for her,” Shelly said. “It’s hard for me, too. But it’s harder for her.”

Shelly put her hand on my arm.

“Not so hard… for you, I mean?” I asked.

Shelly smiled and sat down next to me. We talked for a while. I heard Susan finish in the bathroom and close the door to her bedroom. The talk turned more personal, about old times, missed opportunities. We laughed about my uncertainties, my being a nerd.

“I’m still a nerd,” I laughed. Shelly just leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. When she leaned back, I leaned forward. She didn’t back away and our lips met. We lingered, enjoying our first kiss.

“It’s late. We should get started,” Shelly said, a little sheepishly.

I looked at her. “Tonight?”

Shelly nodded. “We timed our visit, to match my cycle. We need to try right away, if that’s okay…”

“Yeah,” I said, “sure. That’s okay…”

My bedroom door opened. Shelly came in and quickly shut it behind her. She was wearing a lovely teddy, so sheer I could make out her lovely, slim body underneath. She stood there, letting me look at her from my bed. She had thick curly hair down below her shoulders. I followed the hair down to the dark nipples, easily visible beneath the sheer material. My eyes drifted further down. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see the neatly trimmed hair guiding me to her crotch. I looked down her legs, then slowly back up, to her face. She was looking at the floor, looked embarrassed. I got out of bed, letting the covers fall away, and stood beside her, naked and nervous.

“Is this your first time?” I asked, “I mean, with a man?”

Still looking down, Shelly smiled and shook her head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

Shelly’s gaze moved from the floor, up my legs, and finally to my eyes. I melted as she just stared into my eyes, then nodded. She sat down on my bed, took my hand, and pulled me to her as she lay back. As I crawled into bed, I filled the void left by her spreading legs. As I lay down on top of her, she lifted her knees, letting her thighs fall even further apart. My hand climbed her thigh, my fingers brushed up and over, until I felt the soft puffiness of her swollen lips. I followed the ridge of her labia, down to where I felt the slick wetness that told me she was ready and willing. I slipped one, then two fingers just inside her lips and dragged my fingers up her slit. She caught her breath, until I found the enlarged bulb that was her clit. I rolled my slippery fingers up, around, and back down the other side of her button. Shelly gasped, then groaned.

“Stop! Stop!”

The bedroom door burst open. Susan ran in, grabbed my waist and pulled me aside. I was caught off balance and tumbled to the floor.

“I can’t! I can’t!” Susan cried, putting herself squarely between me and Shelly. She hugged Shelly. “I’m sorry. I just can’t…”

Angry, but mainly just frustrated, I got my bathrobe and left the two ladies in my room. I went to the kitchen, to make myself a drink. I heard them talking, never yelling, and not loudly enough for me to make out what they Escort bayan Ankara were saying. I waited. After about an hour, they both came down. Shelly had changed out of the teddy into a night gown. Susan was the first to say something.

“Look, I’m sorry about that. I know we agreed, but I just couldn’t stand not being there, not being part of it.”

There was a long silence. Susan went on.

“I… I don’t want to… I don’t want this to be any harder than it has to be. I mean, I want the best chances, for our child,” Susan said, holding tight to Shelly’s hand.

“I want it to be natural,” Shelly said, more to Susan than me, “like it’s meant to be. I don’t want a turkey baster baby!” Shelly started to cry. Susan wrapped her arm around her.

I had heard about such home-grown artificial insemination methods.

“I’m not going to masturbate into a cup!” I said.

There was another long silence.

“I have to be there, too, when he does it,” Susan finally said. “I want to be right there, with you in my arms, when the baby is conceived.”

I was confused, and must have looked a little shocked, because Shelly looked at me with such a pleading look, as if this was her only chance, as if I was the only man that they would agree could get her pregnant.

“Look,” I said, “there’s something I should tell you…” “I knew he didn’t have the balls!” Susan interrupted.

Shelly started to cry. Susan and I glared at each other, which made Shelly cry even harder.

“Please,” Shelly cried, to both of us. “please…”

Susan crumbled, and my heart melted, too. I flashed back on a camping trip where I had not had the courage to have sex with Shelly, even though we were sleeping alone. Another challenging glare from Susan and I made up my mind.

“Okay,” I said. “How do you want to do this?”

I lay there, waiting. I heard the doorknob turn, watched shadows of the ladies as they entered. First one, then the other lifted the covers and slipped into my bed. I moved over to the far edge. We had agreed that I would wait for the signal. And Susan made it very clear. SHE would decide when I was to move into position.

The two lay for a while without moving. I heard them kiss.

“Are you ready?” I heard Shelly ask Susan. Susan turned over onto her back, so close to me I could feel the warmth of her body. She was careful not to touch me.

“Yes,” Shelly whispered back.

We had decided that Shelly should be in the middle, between us. And Susan insisted on having Shelly face her. After some delicate negotiations, we agreed on a way that I would impregnate Shelly: a combination of woman-on-top and doggie-style. Susan would be on her back, Shelly on top of her, facing her, with me entering Shelly from behind.

Another kiss, and Shelly moved on top of Susan. Shelly put her legs to either side of Susan’s. As Shelly got comfortable, her leg pressed against mine. She didn’t pull back, and I enjoyed having her body touching mine.

Susan’s hand touched my leg, jumped away, then found Shelly’s leg. Susan’s hand rounded Shelly’s butt, and Shelly spread wider. I knew Susan had reached her destination when Shelly let go a soft moan. I closed my eyes and waited.

With Shelly’s leg pressed against mine, I had a pretty good sense of how Susan was making her feel. And Shelly moved her leg against mine as if she wanted me to know, in a way that quickly aroused me. Between the sound of wet fingers, slippery lips, gentle kissing, and their whispering, it was hard for me to lay still. I distracted myself by paying attention to the tender loving that was being shared between the two women making love right beside me.

Susan was very slow and deliberate. With Shelly’s straining muscles, I could sense Susan’s fingers as they ran up and down Shelly’s back, over her butt, between her legs… After a time, the tension in Shelly’s body caused her to squirm. Susan began a dance, bringing Shelly close to, but never over, the threshold. Several times, Susan brought Shelly to the edge, then stopped. I realized that Susan was getting Shelly ready, for me.

“Please, please,” Shelly pleaded with Susan, the sound of her voice so hot with desire that I reached down to give my throbbing dick a squeeze.

It was there that Susan’s hand that found me. I was surprised, and a little embarrassed, but understood the signal as she tugged at me. I rolled over and crawled behind Shelly. I was careful to avoid Susan’s legs, which remained tightly clamped together. Shelly widened her stance, to make room for my knees, straddling Susan’s. I rocked forward, my engorged cock shaking with the anticipation of finding Shelly’s sopping slit.

“Wait,” Susan whispered.

I felt the sexual tension in Shelly’s body go limp,. I took a deep breath, frustrated that Susan was backing out again.

“I… I want to be the one who guides it into Shelly,” Susan said.

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I soon got my answer. I felt Susan and Shelly shift to let Susan’s hand reach between them. When I felt her fingers Bayan escort Ankara touching my thigh, I startled back.

“Move closer,” Susan said.

I decided not to argue and inched my dick forward. When I felt her fingertips tapping at the head of my cock, I tried not to lose my erection. I turned my thoughts to the wet, puffy cunt just a few more inches away from me. I leaned forward. Susan’s fingers wrapped around my shaft. She gave me a good squeeze, then another. It felt good. My cock grew, responding to her pulses.

“It’s getting so big!” Susan said, with a voice that made clear her own excitement.

The comment caused Shelly to tense up. I thought she was afraid. But when she arched her back and rolled her butt up, turning her slit towards my cock, I knew she wasn’t tense with fear, but with anticipation. I pushed my hips forward. Susan guided my dick. Shelly gasped as I felt the warm wet of her waiting lips. I rocked my hips up, eager to penetrate deeper. Susan loosened her grasp of my shaft and I sank in. I let out a sigh of pleasure as Susan guided my cock inside her lover’s cunt.

“Oh god,” I groaned, “that feels soooo good!”

I continued to sink deeper into Shelly. When I reached full penetration, she gasped. Susan did not remove her hand. Her fingers lightly brushed my balls. When Shelly began to jerk, I realized Susan wasn’t just massaging me, probably wasn’t even trying to massage me. I could feel her hand turning as she pressed her knuckles into Shelly’s clit. Shelly twitched and groaned as each knuckle slowly rocked over her clit. I started to pull out, to start pumping Shelly’s cunt with my cock, but Susan looped her fingers around my ball sack and held on tight. She gave a tug, and pulled me back into Shelly. Holding my balls captive, Susan continued to roll her hand, back and forth, over Shelly’s clit. She gradually increased the pace. I was anxious to start thrusting, but couldn’t. I decided to relax and enjoy the gentle tugging on my nuts. At some point, I would have to be given what I wanted. In the meantime, I would enjoy the ride.

Shelly started bouncing. She was on her way to an orgasm. Susan stopped and moved her hand away from Shelly. I started to withdraw. Susan squeezed my balls.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

Then she squeezed harder.

“Not so hard!” I said.

But she continued to squeeze, the dull pain causing my erection to soften.

“Ow!” “Then be sure to follow me,” Susan snapped. “I’m in charge.”

Not waiting for my reaction, she loosened her grasp, but didn’t let go. My cock continued to shrink out of Shelly’s vagina. Shelly leaned down and whispered something to Susan. Susan gave me a tug on my balls. I tried to push forward, but my dick had grown too limp.

“No…no…,” Shelly begged, “please…don’t stop…”

But I did stop. My dick was a useless flab of flesh.

“Please…,”.Shelly whispered into Susan’s ear,

Nobody moved. Then I felt Susan’s fingers soften around my sack. She started to roll my balls, gently, in her fingers. She gave a slight tug, and I tilted forward. She lightly fingered my balls again, and gave me a gentle tug back, and I tilted back. I couldn’t believe it. Susan was trying to arouse me with a nut massage, And it was working! As Susan carefully, considerately, gently, sensually, lovingly stroked my balls, my cock was growing bigger with each beat of my heart.

“Yes… yes…,” Shelly told Susan. “I feel you making him come back, inside me.”

We started again, carefully, slowly, rocking together. But now Susan paid attention to my arousal with her tender touch. As I felt safer and more confident, no longer worried about my balls being crushed, I was drawn to the feeling of friction, of my dick head sliding against the walls of Shelly’s vagina, which pulsed with its own energy. Within a few cycles, we were working together, as one: Shelly guiding Susan, Susan guiding me, me fulfilling Shelly.

“Yes… yes…,” I blurted, giving my body over to these two lesbian friends. I let them use me, for their own enjoyment. I responded to the slightest movement of Susan’s fingers around my ball sack. I became a stud horse. Susan was my rider/breeder. Shelly was my mare. I was in a dream, as Susan deftly gave me the signals to please her lover with my cock.

It wasn’t long before we neared our crescendos. Susan’s tugging at my balls became more and more urgent as Shelly’s hips began to dance, bouncing hard into my vigorous thrusts. When I felt I was about to come, Susan would pull hard on my balls and hold me, deep inside Shelly. She didn’t let me move, and her thumb pressing into one of my balls, kept me from coming. I felt Susan’s hand, rolling her knuckles into Shelly’s clit, and then her hand moved down further.

As she stretched my ball sack in her grasp, Susan lowered her clenched fist down and rolled her knuckles, again. At first I though it was to vibrate Shelly’s asshole, but her asshole was on my side, not down below. I felt Susan press her knees into mine, opening her legs, which twitch with her rotating knuckles. She was masturbating herself. Her fist went back and forth, between her clit and Shelly’s, until they were twitching and bouncing. Susan stopped, pulled back, and I slid my cock back. Shelly moaned, and a groan began to climb out of my chest, deep and guttural. Susan pulled me back into Shelly, and her moaning grew more frantic.

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