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Chapter 7

Wayne climbed the stairs to Stacy’s room and knocked softly on the door.

“Who is it?” he heard her call out.

“It’s me,” he said quietly.

“Come in.”

Wayne opened door. The room was bathed in candlelight.

Wayne gasped when he saw Stacy lying on the bed.

She was on her stomach and the bottoms of her bikini were pulled down so that her ass was bare before him.

“I’m ready for my punishment,” she said, and Wayne could tell she wasn’t just teasing him.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he stepped into the room and walked to the bed, sitting down beside her prone form.

He reached out and caressed her buttocks, and Stacy sighed.

“I want you to spank me,” she said with just a hint of trepidation.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his fingers tracing the crack of her ass, which was slightly parted because of the way her legs were spread.

“Yes,” she said. She was propped up on her elbows looking back at him. He could see the lust and determination in her eyes.

She let her head drop between her arms.

“Do it!” she said, not trusting herself to look at him now.

Wayne brought his hand up and lightly slapped her left butt cheek.

“NO!” she said, her head whipping around, and he saw the fire of frustration in her eyes. “I said I wanted you to spank me!”

This time, he brought his hand down hard, and the sound of the smack filled the room. He could see the red handprint begin to form on her buttocks.

“Harder!” she demanded.

His hand rained down, and this time, she felt the sting of the slap, and she gasped.

“Again!” And he complied.

“Ah, oh, yes! That’s it. Harder! Aghh!”

Wayne’s hand rested on her warm globes as he paused to catch his breath. His hand was sore, and her butt was cherry red. Stacy was mewing as she squirmed and thrust her pelvis against the bed trying to satisfy the sexual tension that had built in her body.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want you to take me like this … from behind!”

Wayne was out of his swim trunks in record time. His cock was rock hard and glistening with the clear liquid of his pre-cum.

He yanked Stacy’s bikini bottom off her body, and straddled her hips. His aching pole slapped down on her glowing buttocks, and he could feel how hot her skin was from the recent spanking.

He slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass. Spitting into his hand, he coated his shaft to make it wet, and tugged her cheeks apart so that his cock could slide up and down the valley of her backside.

She still wasn’t wet enough there to glide easily, so he slid down her body so that his face was in the perfect position. He let a string of spittle fall into her crack, right onto her rosebud. She jumped at the sensation.

Then, he did something he had never done before. He buried his face into her crack and began lapping at her backdoor, spreading saliva as he teased her sensitive little anus.

“Oh, oh, God! Ah, oh that feels so good,” Stacy admitted somewhat embarrassingly. “Keep doing that, Baby. Lick my ass,” she moaned, burying her face into the covers.

Wayne hardened his tongue and thrust it gently into Stacy’s virgin ass, and she squirmed at the amazing sensation that coursed through a part of her body that she had never imagined could be so erotic.

She felt Wayne withdraw, and she experienced a momentary feeling of disappointment, until she felt his cock glide back between her cheeks, now sliding easily through the wet passage.

The large vein on the underside of this thick prick rubbed insistently against her asshole, and every time the head of his cock passed her rear opening, she felt it “knock” against her backdoor before continuing its slide to the top of her cleft.

Stacy had friends who let their boyfriends fuck their butts. Some said it was how they kept from getting pregnant, and others maintained that they were still virgins because they had only let their guys fuck their asses and not their pussies.

Stacy wasn’t so sure about that, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to have Wayne’s big dick back there, at least not yet.

He continued to slide between her cheeks, and she moved her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, which brought his cockhead closer and closer to her vagina.

Finally, his penis slipped into her wet hole, and she moaned in gratitude as he slid it all the way in with one slow, steady thrust.

“God, you’re wet!” he exclaimed.

“Uh huh,” was all she could manage with her face buried in the covers and her arms stretched out in front of her.

Wayne knew he wasn’t going to last long. Spanking Stacy’s sweet ass had excited him more than he imagined, and he’d almost cum just from sliding between her butt cheeks.

He kept his thrusts slow to make it last as long as possible, but Stacy was getting impatient. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, moving faster and forcing him to pick up the pace.

“That’s it!” she encouraged.

“You like it like this? You like me fucking you from behind?” Wayne ataşehir escort asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” Stacy gasped. She started to feel a familiar tingling, a feeling that up until now, she had only experience by her own hand or Wayne’s tongue and fingers.

“Come on, Baby! Do it! Slide it into me. You spanked my tight ass, now fuck my tight pussy!”

She put her hands on the bed like she was going to do pushups and used them to thrust herself back against him. The sweat from their exertions was making their bodies glisten in the candlelight. It felt incredibly sexy to be sliding against each other.

Wayne was ramming harder now, and Stacy was on the brink, pushing back against him and panting. She felt the muscles of her vagina contract, and she went rigid as her orgasm racked her body.

Wayne felt the convulsion grip his cock, massaging it from the inside, and he let loose with a torrent of sperm deep inside her belly. He continued to ram into her, punctuating each contraction of his own orgasm by burying the head of his cock as far up inside her as she could take it.

He collapsed on her sweaty back, his chest sliding against her tanned skin. His penis was still way up inside her, and even though he had just cum, he was still partially erect.

He moved her hair out of the way so that he could blow cool air across the nape of her neck, and that sent a shiver down her body that he felt all the way to his balls.

When they finally caught their breath, he lifted himself from her and allowed his cock to slide slowly from her slit, dripping her juices and his as he exited her ravaged hole. He could see his cum leak out of her opening and stain the sheets of her bed. Her gash was as red as her buttocks.

Stacy didn’t move as he sat beside her on the bed and stroked her hair, pushing it behind her ears and off her face. He leaned down, and she felt his tongue graze her ear. His warm breath sent another shiver running through her.

“I love you, Stacy,” Wayne said simply, without any preamble, and with absolute sincerity in his voice.

“I love you too, Wayne. I have for a long time, you know.”

“I know,” he said. “I’ve always known. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say it.”

“That’s OK,” she said. “I wanted to hear it only when you were ready to say it.”

She rolled over partially onto her back, and laced her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips. The kiss was delicate and beautiful, reflecting the love they had just professed to each other.

Wayne pulled back and looked into her blue-green eyes. He didn’t want the moment to end, but he knew they had better get back to the party. No doubt their friends had already surmised what they had been up to.

“You go first,” she said. “I’m going to clean myself up; otherwise, my bathing suit will be wet, and it won’t be from the pool. I already started leaking once tonight from the load you deposited earlier,” she said with a mischievous grin.

For some weird reason, the thought of his cum leaking out of his girlfriend strangely excited him, and his cock gave a little twitch and stood a little straighter.

“Jeez,” she exclaimed. “You horn dog! Get out of here. My pussy has had just about all it can take today. If you need any more relief, you’re on your own.”

Wayne grinned sheepishly, and said, “OK. I’ll see you downstairs. He gave her one more kiss, slipped his trunks back on started toward the door.

“Have you had a good birthday, so far?” she asked before he turned the knob.

“Are you kidding?” he said. “It’s been unbelievable!”

“Good,” she said. “I do have one more surprise for you, but you won’t get that until later.”

His eyes lit up. “What is it? I can’t wait.”

“You’ll just have too. Now get back outside so I can get cleaned up.”

He closed the door behind him, headed downstairs, grabbing another beer before padding back outside. He hadn’t made it two steps out of the door when his eyes made contact with Stacy’s mom. He saw a slight enigmatic smile on her lips.

“There you are,” she said, “I wondered where you had run off. What have you been up to?”

Was it his imagination or had she stressed the word “up” in that last sentence?

“Have you seen Stacy? She’s neglecting her guests.”

To Wayne’s slightly guilty conscience, it sounded very much like Stacy’s mom knew exactly what he had been UP to and why Stacy was neglecting her guests.

“I, uh, was going to the bathroom, and I grabbed another beer,” he said lamely.

“Is your birthday turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?” she asked casually.

“Sure, it’s been great,” he answered, trying to sound nonchalant. “I really appreciate you throwing this party for me.”

“No problem,” she replied. “We’re glad to do it. You only turn 18 once, you know. Stacy and I want to make it special. Now go on and have fun with your friends.”

Wayne started to turn when she called out to him again.

“Oh, and Wayne, I have a little something for your kadıköy escort birthday, but I’ll give it to you later.”

“Wow! That’s great. You didn’t need to get me anything. This party is more than enough.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” she said. “I hope you’ll like it. I think you will.”

“I’m sure I will. Thanks again.”

She watched as he took two long strides and launched himself into the air coming down in a cannonball that doused his friends in a tidal wave of water.

Chapter 8

The party broke up at about 1 a.m., but most of the teens failed the sobriety test, so they had to find a place to camp out in the large house, not that that was really a problem. As the guest of honor, Wayne had his own room.

He was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be sleeping with Stacy, but that probably would have been going too far.

He didn’t really know how many beers he had had to drink, but it was quite a bit, and he was tired. After all, he’d fucked Stacy twice and then horsed around with his friends until late.

Stacy was out of gas too. They moved to the stairs, stepping over friends who conked out on the floor. Pausing at the door to his room, she wrapped her arms around his waste, and she kissed him. She could taste the beer on his breath, and for some reason, it turned her on.

“Come on, Baby,” he said. “Sleep with me tonight. I want to wake up next to you.”

“Wayne, you know we can’t do that, but maybe after everyone is asleep, I can sneak into your room. I don’t know what time it will be, so just go to sleep. If you’re lucky, I’ll wake you up with a blowjob,” she teased.

Wayne didn’t put up too much of a fight because frankly, he was too tired, so he kissed her again and Stacy moved toward her room.

Wayne stumbled into the guest room, stripping his clothes off as went, leaving a trail from the door of the bedroom to the door of the bathroom. He was completely naked by the time he entered the bathroom.

Standing in front of the toilet, he lifted the seat and, grasping his cock in his hand, aimed a heavy stream into the bowl, emptying his bladder of at least some of the beer he had downed tonight. The piss seemed to go on forever, and every time he thought he was almost done, he would start up again. He started to think that this might be a record, and he laughed to himself at the thought that maybe the Guinness Book of World Records might be interested in a new category.

Finally, he finished and flushed, washed his hands and was pleased to find a cellophane-wrapped toothbrush and toothpaste in a drawer by the sink.

“Wow! They even have new toothbrushes for the guests. That’s unbelievable,” he thought. He wasn’t sure why he thought that was such a big deal, but right now, it was.

He brushed his teeth and went back into the bedroom. He had brought some clean clothes to wear, but he was too tired to even put on his underwear, and besides, he didn’t want anything to stand in the way of a potential blowjob from Stacy later in the night, so he just collapsed in bed naked, crawling under the covers. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Stacy’s mom stopped by her daughter’s room and knocked softly on the door.

“Honey, it’s me. Can I come in?” she said.

“Sure, Mom, I’m just getting ready for bed.”

Stacy was combing out her hair in front of her vanity, and her mom came up behind her and took the comb from her hands and began performing the task for her daughter.

“Do you think the party went well?” she asked as she combed out the tangles in the long blond hair.

“I think everyone had a blast!” Stacy replied. “It was epic.”

“And was it what you thought it would be?” her mom asked.

Something in her tone made Stacy know that her mom was no longer asking about the party, but rather about losing her virginity.

“Yes, and more,” she said. “I know I don’t have much to compare it too, but he’s an amazing lover, mom, and he loves me. He really does, and not just because of the sex.”

She saw her mom smile in the mirror as she continued to comb her hair.

“Are you sure about this, honey? she asked, their eyes locked together in the mirror. “Is this what you truly want?”

“I do, mom. Trust me, it’s going to be great. I’m not going to get hurt.”

Stacy’s mom leaned down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “You are the most loving, caring, giving child any parent could ever want. I love you very much. You know that don’t you?”

“Yes, mom, I know,” Stacy said, rolling her eyes just a little. Her mom could get a little sentimental when she’d had a lot to drink, and Stacy was pretty sure she’d downed a bottle wine all by herself.

She kissed her daughter again and told her goodnight. She closed the door softly behind her, leaving Stacy staring at her reflection in the mirror. Stacy searched her feelings and took stock of her emotions. Yes. She had made the right decision. She was sure of it, but deep inside, she knew that things might look different in the light of a new day.

***

Wayne bostancı escort bayan was sound asleep, and he never heard the door to his room open with a whisper. The silky clad figured paused only briefly in the doorway before entering the room and closing it behind her.

She stood at the end of the bed and looked down on the sleeping boy — no, man — she corrected herself.

It was a warm evening, and he had thrown most of the covers off, baring his chest and left leg, which was wrapped around the sheet that covered his right leg and groin. The pale blue moonlight streaming in through the window afforded her a well-lit view of his chiseled body. He was fine, there was no doubt about it. He almost looked Photoshopped, she thought.

He had one arm across his stomach and the other cocked above his head, his fingers loosely curled around the wrought-iron headboard like he was posing for a spread in a woman’s erotic magazine.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide if she should go forward or simply retreat to her room. She wrestled internally with the question until finally, lust won out over logic.

She slipped the short, shear robe off her shoulders, and if fluttered silently to the ground. Underneath, she wore a silky white camisole with spaghetti straps and tap pants. Lace formed the “vee” between her ample breasts, and her heavy breathing was making them rise and fall. Her hard nipples were clearly visible.

As she gazed upon the young man before her, she grabbed her left breast with her right hand and squeezed it, allowing her fingers to pinch the hard nub extending at the tip. Her left hand moved up the inside of her thigh, up through the wide opening of the tap pants to the molten area between her legs.

As she slid her finger through her moist lips, the boy stirred on the bed, and the sheet covering his groin shifted slightly, and she thought she could see his balls in the dark juncture of his legs. She removed the finger from her wet slit and brought to her mouth, sucking her own juices from her finger, which made her even wetter.

It wouldn’t take much, she thought. A simple tug, and the sheet would be gone. He was obviously naked under the sheet. One tug … just one little tug, and she would see it all.

She knew she would do it, but now she began to enjoy the building anticipation. How long could she resist? Would he wake up and see her standing there watching him, touching herself while she watched him?

Grasping her neglected right breast, she lifted it out of the top of her camisole to her extended tongue, using it to tease her nipple and areola. Her wet nipple glistened in the moonlight.

She decided that she had made herself wait long enough. Moving silently to the bed, she gently lifted the sheet and peered under it.

“Oh my!” she thought. “Very nice.”

Laying the sheet beside him, she climbed on the bed. Fortunately, it was on of those Tempurpedic beds — the ones where in the commercial the woman is jumping up and down on the bed, but the wine glass doesn’t tip over.

She gazed down on his soft cock, and studied it. Even soft, it was five inches long. She leaned in closer and breathed warm air across the underside. She inhaled and took in his musky scent and a hint of something else — the scent of a woman.

She tried not to think about where that scent came from as she moved her mouth closer and allowed her tongue to flick across his frenulum, that little band of tissue on the underside of his cock, just below the head.

Wayne didn’t stir at the attention. He was seemingly dead to the world, so she continued her oral exploration of his manhood.

Her licking was delicate and slow. She wanted to enjoy his body before he inevitably woke up. She planted kisses along the length of his shaft down to his meaty balls. She noted with delight that he kept that area shaved. She kissed his balls and allowed her tongue to nudge them gently within his sack. She would have liked to have taken them fully into her mouth, but his position just didn’t grant her access.

She worked her way back up to the tip of his shaft, and lifting it softly in her fingers, she took the head in her mouth. She realized with astonishment that this was the first time she’d ever had a soft cock in her mouth. All the other ones had been hard.

She swirled her tongue around the head, not worried so much now about being surreptitious. Even though Wayne was still asleep, his body was reacting to the stimulus she was administering. She could feel him swelling in her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand and moved the other to his abdomen. She allowed her fingers to glide over his six-pack abs and up to his nipple, which she lightly caressed.

He stirred slightly and unconsciously; he thrust with his hips, pushing his penis deeper into her mouth. She almost gagged, mostly because she wasn’t prepared for it. She allowed him to slip out of her mouth, and let her tongue dance along the thick vein just below the head. She knew from experience that this was the most sensitive area of his cock. She’d once made her husband blow his load simply by flicking her tongue back and forth across that vein until he exploded. The best part was that her jaw wasn’t even sore the next day like it usually was when she blew him.

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Originating in the Indian continent, some parts of this story contain words that are native to the region and I’ve tried to translate as best as I could for English speaking audiences. This story is fictional and any relation to real world events is coincidental. All characters are above 18. Being from a multicultural family, it’s not my intention to hurt anyone’s religious or cultural sentiment.

My Mamaji(uncle) Kaju was a raucous man and he had a wonderful way of telling stories. In time we got very close and as his favourite nephew I got to hear of many of his wild tales about when he was growing up in the 50’s and 60’s. At that time indian society was quite different, more conservative, patriarchal and women had less say in marriage and family life.

Mamiji (auntie) is long deceased but I have seen her pictures in the family album and she looked like a typical bengali wife, short in stature, round faced with a shy smile. When my uncle would reminisce about her, he got that far away look and I knew that he was remembering one of those splendid tales. Apparently they had an unconventionally (at that time) close and romantic relationship. This is a short story I’ve rewritten while piecing together urdu poetry he had written years ago while he was away from home.

The arranged marriage meant he had only spoken to her once before the wedding and that too with his parents and relatives all in the room. After the ceremony she had retired to a private room and he had also changed and was sent in for the suhagraat (wedding night).

He entered the room a little nervous but immediately became aroused when he saw her in the dim light. The faint light from the lamp glows softly casting shadows in the room and on her voluptuous form as she lay on the bed. He drew near and lay next to her, not saying anything but drinking in her form under the warm soft light. Her ample breast and deep cleavage were cast in light and dark and as she breathed gently he could see her deep navel exposed from her light saree. She saw him staring and shyly turned away, and that in itself revealed the treasures of her wide flaring hips and round saree clad buttocks. Her small squat figure had all the right curves to take his nervousness away and turn it into lust. He desired her, as a woman and as his wife. He felt the primal stirring in his groin as blood rushed in. His eyes couldn’t stop drinking in her soft beauty.

The room had become warm and they could hear the crickets outside chirping but the only sound inside was their heavy breathing. Noticing that she was looking into his eyes now, he leaned in to kiss her. Her breath catches as she feels his warm tongue in her mouth and she melts. His warm body is already enveloping her. His hands running through her hair, as he kisses her deeply and passionately. The next few minutes he spends exploring her body with his hands as she struggles to hide her pleasure. She feels his strong rough palms running across her back, down to her waist and gently probing at her deep navel before moving down to her ass.

Burying her face in his shoulder, she struggles to hide her embarrassment as he pulls aside her pallu and starts baring her of her garments. Gently kissing her neck, shoulders and head, he slowly unwinds the loose cloth to reveal her heavy full breasts. For a girl of her small stature, she has always been embarrassed by the size of her bust. Bras rarely seem to fit and she would constantly have to tailor adjustments to the new ones to get relief. Anytime she wore a loose saree, her large nipples would constantly get erect from the friction and poke out, causing men to stare.

Kaju though was mesmerised, removing her saree, her ripe breasts seemed like the size of large coconuts and even then they were straining her bra. How had he not noticed this before, he thought to himself. Even as he was admiring her blessed fertility, she drew her hands across her breasts, turning away from him and asking in a meek voice if he would like to have the milk now. (traditionally served bostancı escort bayan before the sex begins, milk with groundnuts helps increase potency and stamina). It took him a few moments to register that she was speaking to him. He had to clear his throat twice before he could reply yes. She delicately handed him the full glass of milk, averting her eyes even at this point. Drinking down the milk in a few gulps, he turned to find her hiding under the bed covers.

She had been told by many well wishing women about what the marriage night would be like but nothing could prepare her for this feeling of being bared and exposed in front of a man, even though he was now her husband. And he has only taken off her saree! Still she felt extremely ashamed at herself; she was sure he must be unhappy with her unusually large bust, he had been staring for so long. Thinking this, she covered herself with the thin sheets, wishing to quickly end the ritual and her growing embarrassment.

Her heart continued to beat and her ears seemed to grow sharper as she heard rustling from his side, meaning he was taking off his clothes. Her body became sensitive to the slightest tremors on the bed as she clutched her sheet tightly over her head. For a torturously long while she heard no more sounds but that of the cricket outside croaking away happily. Then as she began to relax, she felt his touch on her ass. She let out an involuntary moan jumping slightly even though it was just a gentle caress. Her butt had been her second greatest weakness and shame as she recalled the hot, busy market days when she had to bear the stares of men and women alike. She had tried a number of natural medicines during her growing years to curtail her increasingly large and flaring butt. The medicines never seemed to work and instead sometimes she thought her butt would get unusually thick and heavy during the course of the medicine. Her back cheeks were also extremely deep and her saree would often get caught inside, embarrassing her further. And now her husband was also making fun of her heavy buttocks, she whimpered with deep embarrassment as he continued to caress her ass.

Kaju couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw her small form under the covers, lying flat on the bed, her lower back curved up at an almost unreal perpendicular forming the beginnings of her ass cheeks. He could barely control his now raging lust as he felt his rod swell to its full size. As he mustered the courage and touched her beautiful cheeks, she suddenly flinched and let out a small moan. Her butt cheeks trembled slightly, wobbling in his hands and at that moment he knew that he would love this woman forever. As she continued to squirm under the blankets, he gently began to pull aside the sheet exposing more of her legs and then her ass, she still clutched the sheet over her head. He caught a glimpse of her thin petticoat caught in between her deep cheeks as she clenched her ass tightly and trembled under his wandering lustful hands. Suddenly the lamp in the room spluttered and went off casting the room in darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw her form bathed in the pure white glow of the moonlight, her tender coffee skin seemed buttery soft to touch and so he ran his hand up towards her exposed back feeling her soft delicate flesh.

She was at least grateful that he had turned off the lamp before beginning the act. After exposing her ass and repeatedly stroking it, she felt him finally reaching for her waist band. As she felt him touching her waist, she thought he must be having trouble finding her nada(knot) in the dark. As he continued to rub his hands over her smooth back and waist, she lifted her ass a little higher, giving him more access to the nada which was tied at the front but he still didn’t find it, instead continuing to rb his hands across her tummy and stopping oddly again at her navel. Her body shivered with an unexpected warmth as his finger gently circumnavigated her navel before probing all the way in. Once again she ümraniye escort couldn’t contain herself as she whimpered involuntarily with his touch. Breathing heavily and growing frustrated with his teasing she pushed up her butt even higher, giving him ample room to find and untie her nada and even going as far as to reach under and place the string against his hand.

Kaju could feel his heart beating at a frantic pace as he freely relished in the soft supple texture of her warm skin. Rubbing his hands along her narrow waist, he felt his manhood pulse violently. As he caressed her navel she pushed up her hips even further, now almost a foot off the bed and pressed the knot of her petticoat against his hands. Even if he had been in a more sober state, this act would have surely tipped him over the edge. In his current excitement, his hands trembled as he pulled open her nada and pushed her petticoat off her wide hips exposing her full juicy asscheeks. He had completely bared her from the waist down and this sight stirred a deep primal urge. Bending over her, his instincts took over as his throbbing erection slipped between the warm folds of her thighs.

She clutched at the sheets with a death grip as he mounted her like the dogs on the street outside her house. Strangely she felt an inner warmth and wetness as she felt his tool slipping between her cheeks and seeking her sacred passage. She moaned louder as his weight completely enveloped her small figure, his hips thrusting back and forth as he sought her passageway. Mother nature took over as she pressed herself deeper into the bed, pulling her hips up as his hard fiery tool latched onto her opening. She held her breath as he grunted and pushed forward, his head firmly pushing into her passageway, widening and filling her entrance in pregnant anticipation of things to come.

He couldn’t stop himself even if the village priest barged in at that moment. Nothing could ever feel as good as the warm soft thighs that were completely enveloping his manhood. Sex is amazing he thought to himself as he kept thrusting back and forth, her flesh clinging onto his hardness as if reluctant to part ways. Her small warm body under him squirmed at his every thrust; was she also pushing back at him? Traditionally women were not very adventurous in bed but he wanted to share and tell his newly married wife how amazing it felt for him. As he wondered how to form the words, she suddenly turned up her hip and for the first time in his life he felt a scorching warm, wet velvet glove envelop his sensitive head. Gasping he stopped his movement as he struggled not to release his load right there and then. Clutching at her shoulder, he made a sound deep in his throat, struggling to control himself from thrusting deeper, he simply paused to enjoy this wonderous new feeling. Already he could feel her her cheeks gripping him right up to his root. The slow realisation that this new feeling was just the beginning of her holy passageway left him awash with a sense of wonder, joy and love. For a long moment he revelled at her hot contsricting passage suckling his tip.

As he stopped his movements, Shruti felt more and more apprehensive. His manhood had breached her inner sanctum and was giving her feelings she had never felt before which both frightened and aroused her. But why had he stopped, was it because he was revolted by her form? She mustered the courage to speak. “Please tell me if you are finished”, she said.

Her firm but tight tone broke him from his reverie and for a short while all was silent in the dark room. His heart sank as he digested her words and he wondered if she was angry but also he was curious as to whether she wanted him to cum inside her? As a plan formed in his mind, he gently drew away the sheet covering her and said softly in her ear, “Let us both finish together”.

She had barely any time to register this as his lips suddenly pressed wetly on her shoulder and then up towards her neck leaving small wet trails as he kissed her. She shivered escort kartal and moaned as her mind grew dim from this new pleasure. As his lips gently muzzled against her neck kissing and probing just under her earlobe, her whole body shook, rocking his rigid phallus ever deeper into her. She helplessly impaled herself against him as he continued his assault, nibbling her earlobe and then playing down further against her exposed throat. Her mind was struggling to preserve her dignity, she tried to keep the most vulgar moans from her throat. He continued his ministrations with his treacherous tongue pleasuring her intimately as his hands slid up from her hips, tracing her back and then down to the sides of her heavy breasts.

Her sweet salty taste was making him even more addicted to her. He breathed in deeply taking in her tangy scent, kissing the nape of her neck, feeling her react to his every touch. Using the lightest of strokes he traced his fingers along the underside of her bra, feeling the warm tension in the underwire as they stretched tight to accommodate her. Truly these must be the E cups that he had read of in the magazines. The pictures he had seen in them had been of saggy pendulous breasts but as he traced the contours of his wife’s ample bust, he realised that they were nothing like those.

Her mind was inundated with the new sensations of his warm tongue and his teasing touch, and the sensations were causing her to shake and tremble uncontrollably. His pulsing member was now more firmly embedded into her and she was acutely aware of the lewd position she was in, butt in the air and mounted like a bitch in heat. But she could do nothing as her body betrayed her, pushing back against him with his sly ministrations. As his fingers reached down along her breasts, she felt her nipples harden immediately standing upright and rubbing against her tight bra with his every movement on top of her. She bit her lips hard to keep from wailing out as he gently stroked her breasts, easing the tension in the bra and hefting the heavy globes in his hands. She felt him push his hips forward, burying his fiery hot shaft deeper into her virgin canal and now she knew she was going to receive his seed soon. A pressure kept building deep within her as he probed her depths while teasing, pressing and gently massaging her breasts. Somehow she managed to stay in her senses until his playful fingers finally discovered her rock hard nipples.

Enjoying his wife’s breasts was half the joy, the other half came from the warm wet feeling that engulfed his painfully hard erection. Her small body trembled under him but her hips were still up in the air and gave him the perfect angle to thrust in and out of her. The bed creaked loudly as he pulled out to the tip and immediately thrust back into her over and over. He was hugging her soft body and alternating between caressing her breasts and waist. Using his thighs, he clamped down on her wide hips, using the leverage to push himself to the hilt inside her. Groaning as he felt himself buried to the root, he instinctively grabbed at her breast and discovered her erotically hard nipples. She immediately spasmed under him bucking her hips up and moaning as her first orgasm crashed through her in waves. As she pushed violently against him he could no longer contain himself and felt his sack tighten and then immediately shoot thick potent ropes of cum deep in his virgin wifes sacred opening. As unending streams of his essence poured out, he fervently tugged at her hard nipples over the bra, making her clamp down immediately on his shaft and buck even more violently against him serving to firmly lodge his shaft to the very entrance of her womb.

The world dimmed as he struggled to keep his thighs clamped over her bucking hips pushing himself hard up against her ass. Her body was held tight as his shaft plundered her inner treasures, spewing burning hot sperm into her deepest recess and marking her as his own. He was buried in her soft flesh, feeling even his nut sack and pelvis sinking deep in between her warm ass cheeks while his shaft was buried in her burning hot snatch. He kept streaming out cum over and over into her until he felt the last potent eruptions pass through him and he fell exhausted on top of her still clutching his prize.

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He is a Roman God. All he requires is a wreath of olive leaves instead of the cap that covers his glossy curls. She watches him for several minutes before winding her way through carts, to the one where he is replenishing the grapes. Her hands move over the rough texture of sweetly ripe melons. She considers the dark purple grapes. Theydo smell seductively juicy.

He notices her and smiles, his dark eyes luminous. “Ciao, Bella.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she returns his smile. She swings her hair forward as a curtain she can peak out from behind, flirting with him wordlessly. Though she is in a foreign country, this is a language that all men and women understand.

His hands show that he is no stranger to the rough work of the fields and his sensuous lips betray a knowledge that only people who live close to the land seem to truly appreciate.

Between paying attention to him and pretending to pay attention to the cart, she doesn’t notice that her tour group has moved out of hearing range down the street, and almost out of sight.

Thunder rumbles overhead and she realizes the sky has grown darker. She looks around for her group as a gentle rain begins. They are gone. The Italian man is by her side, taking kartal escort bayan her hand and smiling as he tugs her away. She follows willingly.

He leads her a little way, then turns, pushing her back into an alcove, his body trapping her. His hands are on her hips and he presses himself up against her so they are both out of the rain. His gaze holds hers, then drifts down and she realizes the rain has nearly dissolved the blouse over her bare breasts. Her nipples stand out in dark relief under the sheer material..

His large hands cup her breasts and his thumbs tease her nipples through their tissue thin barrier. “Bellisima,” he murmurs. He leans down and captures one hardened nub in his hot mouth, sucking the excess moisture away. He releases her nipple and finds her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.

His tongue is soft and hard at once as it dances around her mouth, tasting and exploring the contours. When he pulls back, they are both panting. Gradually, she becomes aware that someone is calling her name.

“Susanna! Susanna!”

She turns her head to listen and opens her mouth instinctively, as if to reply. He presses his finger to her lips. She looks up at him.

His dark eyes and the desire in his escort maltepe face hold her as still as the hand on her buttocks, pulling her against the heated length between them. The voice of her friend fades away.

“I want to… taste you,” he says in a rough voice.

Still silent, she simply nods.

He drops to his knees and reaches up under her short skirt, skimming her thighs delicately. His fingers hook the elastic of her cotton panties and pull them straight down to her ankles. She steps out of them and spreads her legs. He dives in unerringly, his tongue piercing her slick and swollen flesh.

Shuddering, she braces her hands on his shoulders. His tongue sends electric shocks jolting through her, radiating from her pussy to the tips of her fingers and curling her sandaled toes. Staring out at the rain, tiny prisms dance before her eyes. As he laps at her heat, she cannot hold back a moan.

His tongue flicks out, tasting her, then dives in again and again to take more of her liquid. He finds her nub and his lips close around it to suck. A finger enters her core and strokes, then two.

He is drawing the orgasm out of her, like a magician draws multicolored silk scarves out of his hat with a flourish. She pendik escort feels it billowing up, expanding around her, and then she is floating down on a wave of silken sighs.

Her hands still grip his shoulders, her arms rising as he stands before her, this time with his erection ready in hand. One hand pulls her left leg up as the other delivers his cock to her slick center. She closes her eyes as she feels him push in, filling her sensitive flesh, stretching her and stroking her, caressing her from the inside out.

“Bella… magnifica,” he praises as he moves in her. He pumps steadily, not tiring, but speeding up as the need to fill her overtakes him.

Her body contracts around him in delicious spasms.Yes, oh yes. She hears him grunt and feels his molten seed spurt into her. His rocking slows and rolls to a stop.

He kisses her tenderly as his cock slides out of her. “Gratzie, bella mia.”

He rights himself and retrieves her panties, which she takes with a blush and stuffs into her bag. He cups her pink cheek and kisses it, leans down to kiss her neck, holds her against him for a moment longer.

She inhales his earthy scent, content to stand leaning against him, cradled in his strong embrace, as the rain lessens and dribbles to a stop. It isn’t long before she hears her name being called again. She stretches up and presses her lips to his quickly, one last time, then edges around him to rejoin her friends on their tour. She will not need a postcard to remember this part of Italy.

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Shane Jeffoery Taylor was not generally a man for quixotic tastes. The newspaper he was reading, while sitting at a table in the Ganfield Inn and Suites hotel lobby, sipping the brackish water that passed for coffee and waiting for a taxi, was a common sort, purchased from a run-of-mill newspaper vending machine he’d happened across at the airport on the way in.

But the previous afternoon’s events were far from his usual fare.

The memory was vivid as life in his mind. As he sat, the words on the page blurred and it all played out once more, like a holographic video, that he watched through the camera’s eyes, at first, but then climbed into and felt, once again, with all his senses.

He stood under an outdoor public shower near the hotel swimming pool in his swimsuit. The board meeting, while at times a little stressful, had ended well enough, and he was headed for what he hoped would be a relaxing 15 minutes in a hot tub. Looking around for it, to try to get a quick preview of what sort of crowd he’d be joining, he noticed a very young, very attractive girl swimming with some younger teenagers.

It was hard to tell exactly how old she was. Maybe late teens, or early twenties. Nothing sexual in relation to teen girls usually occurred to him, but something about the way this girl moved, in her wet bathing suit, was in danger of creating an embarrassing situation for him. He turned slightly, in a way he hoped wasn’t too noticeable, but which would hide his rising physical interest while he worked to control it.

To his surprise, she noticed him looking, and to his astonishment, she smiled, scrambled out of the pool, trotted over, turned on the shower next to his and stood under it.

Some of the kids in the pool yelled over at her, raucously teasing her about approaching him. She smiled back at them and yelled “Shut uuup! I’m just being friendly?” She’d made a question of her statement, as if to say “what’s wrong with that?”

After a little more back and forth, the kids went back to playing “keep away”.

Looking her over a little closer, now, of age or not, she certainly had all the goods, that’s for sure. She quickly rotated toward him, while showering, and adjusted the neckline of her bikini top, in a sort of brief, flirty way. Then she briefly adjusted the upper line of her bottoms in a similar way.

He stood frozen, for a moment, a little shocked and uncertain, but quickly recovered. He smiled his most charming smile, laughed and then whistled.

“My, my, but look at you!” he said.

She smiled and blushed a little. “Wanna come see my room?”

Come see your room. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

“You – your room?” he managed.

“Mm hmm?”

Ok, this was why he’d been finding himself fighting down an erection. The girl was dripping with sex. Her intention seemed entirely clear. But nothing like this had ever happened to him, so he was momentarily at a loss – but only momentarily. If she was intent upon sharing herself with him, and she was of legal age, he decided he was not going to let any prudish predilections he might have stand in the way.

“Um, I’d love to but, uh, I don’t suppose you.. have any ID you could show me?”

“I do in my room.”

No pause. No surprise. No wondering why. It should’ve given him more pause than it did.

“Alright?”

His inflexion made a question of his answer; he couldn’t be 100% sure of what she had in mind. Not that she wasn’t making it obvious, but it was little hard to believe she really meant it. He supposed there was a fair chance this youngster was just teasing about with sexy flirtations, without actually meaning to go for it, just to get a reaction and make herself feel attractive and sexy. If that was the case, she was awfully trusting of an older man she’d never met! Did she really feel that safe in this hotel? Or was it more that he was just so obviously innocuous?

She shut off her shower and trotted toward the door to the hall. He shut his off too, grabbed two towels off the top of a nearby stack of clean, white hotel towels, and followed.

She waited for him at a hallway corner. As he was walking toward her, he put a towel around himself, to try to reduce the dripping of his swimsuit on the hallway floor, then while they were walking down the next leg of the hallway together, he put the other one around her.

When they got to her room, she held a bracelet fob up to the door lock, waited for the loud tone, the little green light, and the sound of the magnetic latch opening, pulled the handle down, pushed the door open and walked into the room. He stood in the doorway with his his arms folded across his chest, and leaned against the door, holding it open with his shoulder. She walked to the end of the bed, wriggled in kind of a sexy way, and let the towel fall to the floor. She looked over at him and wriggled again, this time with more emphasis on the hips. He just stood there. He pursed his lips a little, as he looked over her young, slender, nubile, bountiful body. ataşehir escort bayan She had all the right curves in all the right places and seemed to know exactly what to do with them.

She blinked in confusion. “Coming? Oh!” She hurried to the bed stand, retrieved her wallet from her purse, and brought it to him. She pulled out her ID, and showed it to him. “It’s not a great picture.”

He couldn’t help but smile and shake his head at the irony: She was standing right next to him in a wet bikini, in the entryway to her hotel room, with all her glory blazing bright and loud, making his groin ache and his heart about pound out of his chest, and here they were examining her driver’s license picture.

Birthdate: June 9, 1997.

It was July 23, 2015.

She was just barely 18.

“They rarely are, but that one looks pretty darn good. Are you here with family?”

“No, I came with a friend. We have our own rooms. She’s.. somewhere. With someone, probably. Like me,” she said, looking at him and smiling.

She stood on her tiptoes, gave him a quick, but oh-so-inviting kiss, and bit her lip. “Come in! I have things I want to show you. And I want to get out of this wet bathing suit.”

Jee-zus H Criminy. 18 going on..?

Again, he shook his head in wonder.

Modern high school – not what it used to be.

The first thing she wanted to show him was a bottle of birth control pills she’d gotten at a free clinic, together with a lab result saying that she was free from all the various sexually transmitted diseases that they’d tested for. They’d taken urine, blood, mucus tissue and even hair follicle samples. She told him about a friend who’d gotten scabies and hadn’t found out until it was a full blown case, and talked briefly about how gross and awful it was. She asked him if he had any idea what any STD’s were like. He took the obvious hint and dutifully assured her he had absolutely no experience with scabies or herpes or syphilis or anything like that.

“I tried sex with a condom once,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “It’s like taking a bath with your socks on.”

Oh, she’d “tried it once”.

Good freakin’ grief.

After recovering from the rather mind pounding implications of that remark, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little – his aunt had told him very same thing. He’d been a youngster himself at the time, not much older than this girl. Maybe even a little younger. She’d seemed to have been trying to warn him about something, in a round about way, but he’d never fully understood it. It hadn’t really been about condoms, exactly, or sexually transmitted diseases or anything like that. Despite all the round about, it had been one hell of an awkward conversation. In the end, she’d given up trying to make him understand whatever it was she was trying to get through to him.

“That is an apt description.”

The other things she wanted to show him included a progression of fake tattoos. One was a small rose on her right butt cheek. Another was a tiny humming bird on the underside of her left breast. She showed him a couple of others, and then she delivered the knockout punch.

By this point, she was upright on her knees, on the bed, facing him, topless, and he was sitting on one side of the bed with a leg over the side, and the other resting on the bed, bent at the knee, so that he was turned toward her. She slowly slid her bikini bottoms down over upper thighs, over her knees, and down to her ankles, spread her knees, and then righted herself, and thrust her pelvis toward him. Her perfectly shaped, naked vagina was in full view, now, blooming labia and all, in the unfettered context of all her amazing pelvic curves, and there, just above it, on her hairless foreskin, was a tattoo of a honey bee.

Yeah. A bee. But that wasn’t the most disturbing part:

How had she done that to her nethers? He tried to imagine what it could possibly have been. Wax? Nair? Laser surgery? Whatever it was, it had been completely effective. She hadn’t the faintest hint of any pubic hair anywhere down there. No hair, no stubble, nothing. And she was without any genital discoloration that he could see, either. Was it possible that her ID was fake? Was she more like 14 than 18? He couldn’t imagine it. Even at 14, girls have pubic hair, right? And too many other things about her were far too grown up, even for 18, let alone younger. Still, that smooth, soft, completely hairless genital skin made him feel just a little uncomfortable. Not to mention old.

But it wasn’t anywhere near enough to stop him.

“Can I see your penis?”

“Sure.”

Nothing was going to surprise him at this point. And it’s not like he could really be over modest, after everything she’d just shown him.

He slid his swimsuit down to his upper thighs. There was his member. Fully extended. In the course of all the tattoo viewing, he’d completely lost any and all thought of trying to control matters.

“Oh my god! Mm, mm mm! You wanna see what a long, intense, escort kadıöy squirting female orgasm feels like to your bare penis shoved all the way in to the hilt?”

“Oh my god. You bet I do.”

He was careful with his smile and his body language, he wasn’t just slapping fun at her, he genuinely meant every word. She smiled, and without ever breaking eye contact, pulled her bottoms off her ankles and tossed them away, moved over to the nightstand, used the remote to turned the TV on nice and loud and put a rag in her mouth.

Yeah. A rag. Which just happened to be sitting handy.

He did suffer yet another very brief involuntary pause, at that point. This girl was just full of surprises. Apparently if it hadn’t been him, to happen along and stand in the shower out by the pool, it would definitely have been someone else. He supposed that conclusion was one he might’ve reached some time before that point. He supposed he had, but hadn’t been as accutely conscious of it.

He wondered at his lucky stars, as he slid his bathing suit the rest of the way off, dried himself a little more with the towel, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. She once again stood on her knees in the middle of the bed, facing him, slathered some kind of lubricant or something around and then into her glory hole, spread her legs a little more and fingered herself to the edge of climax in the space of about 20 seconds, and then in one smooth, surging motion, moved to him, shoved him on his back, straddled him, slid herself luxuriously all the way down over him, and squeezed the entire length of him in a vice-like grip for a moment as a few little preliminary drops of gizm came out of her. Then she eased her grip just a little and started going for it hard.

They say a certain percentage of women can’t climax during intercourse. She wasn’t one of them. The TV and the rag turned out to be very good ideas. Without them, he wasn’t sure but what they’d have been hearing her down at the lobby desk. Maybe even the teens out at the pool would’ve heard. If there were any doubt about the authenticity of it all, her spastic, vibrating contractions and the squirting gizm flowing out around his penis in gushing pulses that came in ragged counterpoint with her gasping, breathless yelling, completely eliminated it. The sensation was indeed quite an experience to behold. It was nothing like anything he’d ever felt or imagined.

By the time she was done showing it to him, he’d long since finished showing her what his own incredibly intense squirting orgasm felt like to the parts of her that were involved, but he was pretty sure she hadn’t noticed. Or if she had, she’d pretty much taken it entirely for granted.

She was showing him something else that was news to him – it was possible for him to still be hard even after cumming his guts out. She was so hot, so luscious, that his dick just wouldn’t quit, with her exquisite naked form right there with him, doing all that she was doing. She wasn’t showing any sign of thinking anything was out of the ordinary. He shook his head in amazement. Maybe she thought that’s just how penises always were.

She herself seemed to have limitless vitality. Without saying a word, she shifted positions, and went for it again, and then quite a few more times after that. He lost count in the frenzy. The passing positions afforded his hands all kinds of access to every part of her body. They went all over it, practically of their own accord. Her full, preternaturally soft, luscious breasts, with their periodically stiffening nipples were like heaven, as was her neck, thighs and rear. At one point, when she was on her hands and knees, and he was going after it from behind, she grabbed his hand and held it firm on her vagina as she gasped and yelled into the rag and gushed gizm through his fingers. Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt. It was like holding your hand over a little broken sprinkler on a hot summer day.

When he was having his own fourth or fifth pulse pounding orgasm (which he also hadn’t known was possible), the room had started to darken around the edges of his vision. He felt momentarily dizzy and his body went involuntarily limp for a few seconds, as though he were in the process of passing out. Fortunately, he was back on his back at that point. She’d put him there, seemingly knowing that his body was about give out, but unwilling to pause for a rest.

When she’d finally had her fill (or at least all she thought she’d be able to get out of him, anyway) she wiped up what she could of their combined fluid mess with the rag, shut the TV off with the remote, then got off the bed and quickly went to pull on some clothes.

Even after all that had just happened, he still strained to catch one last glimpse of her glorious naked body before it got covered up. As if reading his mind, she mercifully (or had it been merciless?) faced him, showing him everything, briefly, as she dressed. He half grunted, half moaned, under his breath, as a final little squeeze maltepe escort of semen spilled and then dripped out of him, unbidden, onto the bed beside him, like the last vestiges of warm milk from a tumped over glass that was basically empty.

She grabbed a wide bristled brush and started in on her hair with it while walking to the hallway door. Reluctantly taking his cue, he pulled his swim trunks back on and picked up his towel. She beckoned him to the door, opened it for him, pressed herself against him for a hot second and gave him another quick kiss.

“I have to call my friend, we’re supposed to go to a party tonight and we need to get ready. It was so nice meeting you! Thanks for letting me show you that stuff. We’ll have to hook up again! Definitely! Bye!”

He stared, slack jawed, at the closed hotel room door for a moment. No phone number, no name, nothing. He tried to remember the name and the state that had been on her driver’s license, but it eluded him. It hadn’t been a priority at the time, but apparently there wasn’t even going to be a string bikini attached to this little episode. Horny teen chick makes a quick, random, fly by booty call with a complete stranger and rushes off to rejoin the rest of her life. He marveled at the oh-so-smooth way he’d been handled. She’d known from the moment he saw her in the pool that he hadn’t stood a chance. Neither to resist her, nor to hold her interest. His “penis” had been a briefly borrowed tool, chosen solely for its convenience.

The elevator had a curious key sticking out, under the array of round, off-white floor buttons surrounded by thin silvery metal plating. He wondered, idly, if it could be used to stop it between floors. He toyed with the idea of testing that theory, and maybe sticking around for another day or two. Maybe if he played his cards right, he’d get lucky again, and have an even more brief and intense encounter with the girl up against that elevator wall.

He laughed and shook his head in wonder once again, imagining how it might go.

“Oh hi! How was the party? … Hey come in here for a second, just you, I wanna show you something. … Check this out, you can stop the elevator between floors with this key! … Say, have you ever seen silk boxers? Wanna see what they feel like to your bare inner thigh? … Hey, could I see that little honey bee again? … Have you ever tried wiping you vagina with one of these disinfecting towelettes? … Wanna feel what my licking tongue feels like on your clitoris? … Have you ever done it up against an elevator wall? Me either. Shall we see what it’s like?”

But the yelling. What would they do about that gasping yelling of hers? No one could mistake that for anything other than what it was. A rag by itself would not be nearly sufficient, in the elevator, to prevent the world outside from being made aware of their activity. And, as he thought of it, he knew that when the second or third climax she would give him took him, there was no way he’d be able to stay standing. He knew very well what climaxing into her that third time would be like for him. His legs would fold right under him like so much spaghetti. She’d be standing over him, straddling and dripping down on his fallen form, and there he’d be, writhing on the elevator floor like a stoned epileptic, spewing what remained of his goo.

Anyway, who was he kidding? She clearly wasn’t planning on anything more with him. And the practically debilitating pain in his groin from what she’d already put him through wasn’t going to let him do anything sexual for at least a couple of weeks, and there was no way either of them would still be there by then.

No, there was nothing for it but to go ahead and take the taxi to the airport. Leaving behind even the non-prospect of further encounters with the incredible girl felt like jumping off a cliff, but it had to happen eventually, so when the time came, he took a breath, stole himself, got out of the lobby chair and headed for the taxi.

He tipped his hat to the travelling professional, who, looking not too unlike himself two days prior, stepped out of it. He thought idly about clueing the guy in to the presence of the unbelievably adventurous teen, but he didn’t even have a picture to show the man.

He let out a breath as he sat down in the rear passenger seat, and tried, unsuccessfully, to set tempestuously torrid thoughts aside. Those breasts! Oh my god, thoses heavenly breasts. At one point, she’d shown him how to find some kind of special spot she had inside her vagina, with his middle and index fingers, and he’d rested his face on her chest between her breasts as she clenched one breast with one hand and the bed with the other and humped his fingers and yelled and squirted. How many times could that girl squirt? She’d seemed to have a limitless supply. He hadn’t even known that women could squirt at all! He’d thought it was just a silly, fake, Internet thing.

As the miles clicked by, a heavy, claustrophobic feeling crept in and laid itself over and around him like a wet sleeping bag on a warm, muggy day. It wrapped itself around his head and neck and threatened to strangle him as the voice of his aunt with her misunderstood and unheeded warning finally connected, and he realized the scale of his predicament:

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Finals completely consumed my life, for the month following my drunken escapades. They were the perfect distraction from Shane’s statement; that he had bought a house in the very same town that I would be moving to. Did he mean for us to live there together? Was it going to be his bachelor pad; a place to escape his wife and continue a trivial affair? Every scenario terrified me: Living with a married man who was leading a double life, or would he get a divorce? Every time I thought about it, it drove me insane, leaving me with even more questions. Not to mention, I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time Shane and I were together, the way he made me take him in my throat, the way he spanked me . . . the way he filled me over and over again, all within that same night. My legs involuntarily spread each time I thought about it, begging to feel him between them again.

When finals were finally over and after I had packed up my dorm, I used a few more days to just be with Jenny. She was insane but I was going to miss her so much. Plus, I was still unable to face Shane, I had even blown off babysitting for Nancy just to avoid seeing him. I had ignored dozens of phone calls and text messages from him. Each one reasonably, asking for an explanation for my absence. I knew his motive for buying the house didn’t matter, I’d be with him there either way, which is what scared me the most.

“Just call him! You’re biting a hole through your cheek worrying about this shit! I mean seriously does it really matter either way?”

Jenny demanded, reading my mind like only she could.

“Of course it matters, either way!” I laughed back at her while sitting poolside of some mansion she was housesitting for.

I watched Jenny roll her eyes as the corner of her mouth turned up in a secretive grin. She untied her bathing suit top and tucked the straps into the cups covering her breasts. The sun and the beers were getting to my head and breaking down the wall I had built to keep Shane out.

My phone rang and I nearly threw it into the air desperately trying to check if it was Shane. It was not and I didn’t recognize the number either.

“Hello?” I answered somewhat still believing it could be Shane.

“Hi, I’m trying to reach Morgan? I this she?” A man asked.

“Yes this is she . . .” I responded.

“Hello Morgan this is Jason Stewart, your new academic advisor . . . We had a phone appointment for today?” He started, almost accusingly.

I had completely forgotten about the appointment! It had something to do with my transcript but I had barely read the email about it.

“Oh yes! I’m so sorry, of course!” I said trying to sound confident.

“Morgan we are still missing your letters of recommendation. At this point your acceptance is dependent upon whether we receive these. Do you have them available and ready to send in?” He asked, doubtingly.

“I do. Absolutely. It was only two correct?” I actually had no idea but I happened to have two from some old professors.

“Well no. Because you are using your work hours to fulfill some prerequisite hours, we also need a recommendation from the parents you have been working with. Based on the information in your transcript, the department would like to specifically see a recommendation from the mother you have been working for. Ummm, let’s see here . . . Yes, Nancy Miller. She is the contact you provided on your reference page.”

You have got to be kidding me, I thought.

“Yes! Absolutely. I will have that sent out before Friday. Is that ok?” I said almost holding my breath.

“That will be fine. As long as it is here before the 13th. Ok! It was good talking to you and we will await your recommendations. Congratulations on your acceptance and we look forward to meeting with you in the fall. Thank you Morgan.” He said abruptly hanging up.

Fuck.

I shot an annoyed glare at Jenny before taking a deep breath and dialing Nancy.

“Hello?” Nancy answered, thank God.

“Hi Nancy, it’s Morgan. I . . .”

“Oh good! I was just going to call you. I know you’re just finishing up with school but we need a sitter tomorrow night. Shane and I have a dinner and I need you to watch Bobby around 6:00.” She wasn’t really asking.

Fuck.

“Of course. Sorry I have been MIA, finals were pretty rough.”

“Yeah. Actually 5 would work better for me.” She said blowing me off.

“No problem. I was actually calling because I need a letter of recommendation for my new school . . . just a short description of my responsibilities and . . . you know just a normal recommendation letter . . . if you’re comfortable with that?” I awkwardly stammered.

There was a long sigh and a brief period of silence.

“Ok. I guess I could write it during Bobby’s nap.” She said as if I had completely put her out.

“Thank you so much Nancy. And I’ll see you tomorrow at 5:00.”

“Yup. Bye,” she hung up before she even finished saying it.

“Well I guess I’m going to see him whether pendik escort I’m ready or not!” I said to Jenny, dropping my head in defeat.

“The world works in mysterious ways baby girl!” She said laughing.

The next night as I sat in my car in front of the Miller’s, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had thrown on yoga pants and a tank top, not bothering to put on any makeup, something that I was now regretting. I pinched my cheeks a little, trying to add some color to my face. It was a girl next door kinda look, I thought, trying to reassure myself.

I knocked on the door and Shane answered.

“Hey,” I said brushing by him, desperately trying not to touch him.

I walked to the kitchen and dropped my bag. I could feel Shane directly behind me.

“Morgan can we talk ab. . .” He whispered before I cut him off.

“Has Bobby eaten anything?” I asked grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

My hands shook violently betraying my aloof facade. Shane saw and became bolder in his actions.

“I’m not really sure . . .” He started before I cut him off once again.

“What time do you think you guys will be back tonight?” I asked squeezing past him and opening another cupboard.

Unfortunately I had backed myself into a corner and Shane quickly took advantage of my position.

“Baby,” he started again as he spun me around by my hips, grabbing me by my hand.

Unable to look him in the eye, I stared at our entwined fingers. I could feel my cheeks flush at his touch and I wanted so badly to move his hands onto my body. My eyes shifted towards the stove and in the reflection of the stainless steel I saw Nancy’s legs. In the matter of a millisecond I realized she was watching us. Miraculously, my brain jumped into action and I pulled my fingers out of Shane’s grasp.

“I think it might come out if I just soak my hand in some water maybe?” I said examining my pointer finger as if something was really there.

Luckily I had opened a cabinet that contained bandaids and I quickly turned to pull one out. I nearly dropped the entire pack as my hands shook uncontrollably now. My heart raced and the blood drained from my legs, making me feel as if I’d collapse at any second. Shane somehow took the hint and backed away from me. I turned to look at Nancy and shrugged.

“Do you have a pair of tweezers I could borrow? I have a splinter stuck in my finger,” I said praying she wouldn’t want to check it herself.

She didn’t move an inch. Her eyes darted back and forth between Shane and I, revealing that she was questioning our proximity to one another. I swallowed hard and hoped that she didn’t hear me. I could see her brain turning, desperately trying to decipher our actions. I could feel Shane distancing himself from me, as his body ever so slightly turned away from mine. I silently begged her to believe my lie, holding my breath in anticipation of her next move. Finally, she rolled her eyes and flippantly waved her hands toward the bathroom. Every muscle in my body released as I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“There’s a pair in the top drawer in the bathroom,” she said taking a final glance at Shane before placing a diaper onto the counter.

“Bobby needs his diaper changed and I need to get ready. Shane you need to hop into the shower now.” She added clearly annoyed.

I avoided both Nancy and Shane for the remainder of the time they were there. Before leaving, she stated that it would be a late night out and that she wasn’t sure when they’d be home.

As it turned out it was well past one in the morning when they finally returned. I couldn’t tell if Nancy had been drinking or not but she seemed to be more flirtatious with Shane than she had ever been before. I had almost fallen asleep on the couch when they walked in. Nancy had her arm wrapped around Shane’s. I hadn’t noticed earlier but she was wearing makeup and her dress was more revealing than anything I had seen her in previously. Shane held her arm but exhaled a sigh as he tore his eyes from mine.

“Morgan if it’s too late to drive home you can stay in the guest room,” she offered, uncharacteristically.

She stared at me as she wrapped herself around Shane and rubbed her hand on his chest. It took every fiber of my being to remain calm, diverting my ability to process and answer her question.

“Ummm . . .” I watched her hand slide down his body and run back and forth over his abs.

Shane remained motionless with one hand in his pocket and the other absentmindedly draped over her shoulder.

“Stay! Have a glass of wine with us. We’ve never really talked before,” she said as she began to move toward the kitchen, her fingers trailing across Shane’s body as she stared at me.

Before my brain would allow me to say no, she was pulling glasses down from a shelf.

“Nance, Morgan probably needs to get back,” Shane said as his brow furrowed, indicating he was just as confused as I was.

“Babe it’s too late for maltepe escort her to be out driving, and plus your letter of recommendation is in Bobby’s room and I don’t want to chance waking him, Morgan.” She said now pouring wine into the three glasses.

Babe?

“Are you even 21?” Shane asked, obviously knowing the answer.

“What’s the harm if she’s staying here? Here, here drink up sweetie,” she said handing me a glass and pulling Shane towards the dining room table.

Sweetie? Who the hell was this woman?

Her palms slapped the table instructing us to sit in an assigned seat. She and Shane sat on one side while she indicated that I should sit across from them.

“So Morgan, tell me about yourself. Do you have a boyfriend?” She asked, kicking off her shoes and laying her feet over Shane’s lap.

My finger tips turned white as I subconsciously squeezed my wine glass. Shane leaned back against his chair and took a deep, annoyed breath as his hands stretched back against his seat. We were both unwilling parties on Nancy’s bizarre ride.

“Uh, no not really,” I said trying to avoid looking at Shane while simultaneously attempting to read his body language.

“Well there was this one guy, Tony, from my Statistics class but it didn’t really work out.” I said looking Shane dead in the eye while taking a sip of my wine.

It annoyed me that he was letting this continue. This had now become one of the most awkward and terrifying nights of my life. What was worse is that she dragged it on for at least an hour. I watched as her fingers, seductively traced over Shane’s. I saw her legs move up and down, knowing that her foot was moving against his cock. Her maniacal eyes stared directly into mine as she did it while asking me about my future plans. It was her way of saying that whatever they may be, Shane would not be apart of them. I had honestly thought that she had bought my lie about the splinter earlier, but for the first time I was beginning to doubt that. She was a jealous wife whose husband was caught touching a younger woman. I tried as hard as I could to remain calm and unaware of her motives, while on the inside my mind was racing. It didn’t help that my blood boiled every single time she touched Shane. I should have been ashamed and guilty about being with her husband, but I wasn’t. I was angry that she was touching him, he belonged to me.

Eventually she decided to up the ante, whispering into Shane’s ear that she was ready for bed before kissing him on the cheek and then smiling at me. It was enough to finally get a rise out of me.

“I think maybe I’ll just drive back. I’m definitely awake now so I’ll be fine,” I said gritting my teeth.

“I can’t let you drive after drinking, Morgan. The guest room is all made up for you,” she said giving me an icy glare.

Fuck

I hesitantly followed the happily married couple up the stairs. Watching Nancy hold Shane’s seemingly willing hand. When we came to our respective doors, Nancy possessively held onto Shane as he, unbeknownst to her gave me a look of utter compunction.

“Goodnight, Morgan.” Nancy said giving me a smile seething with contention

I closed guest room door and flung myself back, onto the bed. My body felt as though it was crawling with bugs. I couldn’t stand the fact that she was with him and I was not. I replayed the look that she gave me over and over in my mind and felt my anger grow each time. I couldn’t decide if I should hate Shane or if I should pity him, so my mind directed all of its anger toward Nancy. Then I heard her. It was a moan, loud enough to just barely be heard through the closed door, I wasn’t even sure if it was in fact a moan. I held my breath straining to hear something more. I don’t know why I listened because when I did hear more my heart seized. This time it was clearly a moan. I got out of bed and with the utmost precaution, slowly opened my door. I could hear her moaning loudly as I looked down the hall. The bitch hadn’t even bothered to close their bedroom door, it stood purposefully a jar. She wanted me to hear them.

“Mmmm . . . You’re so fucking hard Shane.” I could just make out her words.

A sick, masochistic part of me pulled my body from the relative safety of the guest room and led me down the hall. Past images of Nancy on her knees in front of Shane flashed in my mind. I found myself in front of their door biting my lip as I leaned on the frame. I couldn’t see them and they couldn’t see me, but I could hear every sound they made.

“You taste so good,” she said as I heard her moans stifled by something in her mouth.

I heard her gasp for breath. I heard her giggle. But worse, I heard Shane groan. I continued to listen, hearing the shuffle of sheets moving, hearing Nancy moan even louder. It seemed to go on forever.

“Yes! Oh God yes Shane! Cum for me baby!” Nancy screamed making for damn sure that I heard her.

I stood there for a long time afterward, biting my lip and kartal escort thinking about the night as a whole. Finally I walked back to the guest room smiling to myself. I sincerely hoped that she enjoyed herself because I was going to make sure Shane never fucked her again. Well, if he did at least he would definitely be thinking about me.

I woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise. I washed up in the bathroom as quietly as I could, intending to sneak out before anyone was awake. As I opened the bathroom door I saw Shane standing in the hallway, his expression indicating he was a bit unsure of how to approach me.

“Morgan . . . I’m sorry about last night . . . I don’t know what got into her . . . ” he whispered, avoiding eye contact with me while staring at the ground rubbing the back of his neck.

“It sounded like . . . you did,” I said as his eyes finally raised to meet mine.

I smiled, a contradictory smile while moving towards him. His body stiffened and he looked towards his bedroom door. My gaze followed his before looking back and touching his body. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts without a shirt and his body and hair glistened, fresh from a shower. His smell was intoxicating, drawing me even closer to him. I moved my hands up and down his chest and softly kissed his bare skin. It didn’t matter what Nancy had done last night, I knew she didn’t touch him like this. I knew she couldn’t make him feel like I made him feel. I moved my hands lower letting my fingers tickle his defined abs before gently dipping under the waist band of his shorts. I held my fingers there softly moving back and forth as I looked up at him and kissed him. I sucked his bottom lip as my fingers dipped lower running down the patch of hair that fell beneath the shorts, which hung low on his hips. His eyes closed and he sucked in a short breath of air as I felt his cock begin to stir. As my hand slid lower, his eyes opened and he looked back towards his bedroom once again.

“Are you afraid your wife will catch you with the babysitter?” I asked, not bothering to whisper.

The smallest bit of panic spread across his face as his eyes shot back to the room his wife was in. I quickly grasped the base of his cock in my hands gently stroked it against my body. I could feel him forgetting about his concerns as I twisted my hand and moved it up and down his length. His attention was drawn back to his bedroom as we heard Nancy getting out of bed. Shane tensed and slightly moved away from my hand. I stroked faster and stared at him for a moment before leading him towards the bathroom. We passed directly in front of their bedroom door, my hand clutched around Shane’s even as I heard Nancy walking towards us. An unfastened door and a millisecond of unobstructed crossings was all that kept Shane’s secret from his wife, as I slowly inched down the hallway unbothered by consequence. As the bathroom door latched shut, we heard a small creak of the bedroom door opening. The light from the bedroom created a shadow from beneath the bathroom door, revealing that Nancy stood on the other side. I looked up at Shane as I slowly dropped to my knees. For the first time, in all the times we had been together, he looked genuinely worried. I wanted to wipe that look from his face. I wanted to replace it with a look of pure bliss, which is exactly what I got.

I gently pulled his shorts until they fell down his legs and his cock stood hard in front of me. His hands gripped the countertop behind him, his hips instinctually moved towards my mouth and I welcomed him lustfully. My mouth spread open and my tongue licked the underside of his shaft before I closed my lips around him. His sharp inhale of breath was all the permission I needed to continue. My lips massaged his cock as I moved my mouth lower. My tongue rhythmically lapped his shaft as I pulsated pressure from my lips, moving my mouth up and down now. Shane’s head dropped back and he grabbed a handful of my hair in a tight clutch as he pulled me into him. His cock twitched in my throat and I moaned in response to his pleasure. I had heard Nancy pacing the hallway, assumingely checking for Shane, and I heard her stop as I moaned. Shane was completely unaware and unconcerned with his wife’s whereabouts as I swirled my tongue around his cock making it that much easier for him to slide into my throat. His hips involuntarily and ever so slightly pumped into my mouth.

He was exactly where I wanted him, he was all mine in that moment. I took him deeper as I pictured Nancy waking in and imagined Shane continuing to fuck my face. I felt my panties soak as I pictured his back curve as he moaned and filled my mouth with his cum. I’d lick my fingers clean as Nancy stood, horrified. I doubled my efforts as I slurped his perfect cock and gently massages his balls. As I felt them tighten I slowed, savoring his hardness and sucking harder in long deep strokes with my mouth. My tongue lapped at his cock in lecherous anticipation of his cum. I moaned as I felt him shoot his load onto my tongue. I continued sucking, my mouth begging for more as he obliged. Every burst that filled my mouth gave me more pleasure and I swallowed greedily before licking him clean.

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Chapter 02: The Runner Up

I just finished reading Nancy’s story, and yes, she won the 2010 Steak
– Tonight’s the night I pay you back, you will not masturbate.
– March 14’s a holiday, a day to celebrate;
– A little wine, a nice big steak, and then I will fellate.

– “Steak and Blowjob” is the day, it really is quite fun;
– You’ve had your drink, the steak is gone, the meal is almost done.
– I have a chair picked out for you, a place to sit and chill;
– Then down I’ll go and suck you off, and give you one big thrill.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I know there is not much artistry in the poem, but its effect on Jay was immediate. He turned red and had a look of shock. He sat silently, letting his eyes read the poem over and over. I was trembling in fear, afraid that this had crossed some line, and now he thought less of me.

“Oh my god,” he stammered. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

“Yes,” I said sheepishly. “I want to try.”

“We’ve been ataşehir escort dating for 2 years. Why tonight?” he asked.

“All my girlfriends are celebrating Steak Day with their guys tonight, and I wanted you to have one too. You are so good to me and I want to make you happy,” I said, my tears welling up.

“You do make me happy,” Jay said. “I want to experience this with you, but I will understand if you can’t do it. I love our sex life. Last night was so amazing.”

Shit. What a nice guy. I can see how badly he wants this, but still he gives me a way out. His penis deserves to be sucked. I know guys talk about sex with their friends, and it makes me sad to think that when he gets together with them that they all probably have head stories to tell. And he just has to sit there and listen and smile. I gulped down the last half of my martini, and become more determined than ever to do this. And to do it good.

For obvious reasons we didn’t order dessert, and we paid our bill as quickly as possible and started kadıköy escort the short drive home.

The tension on the drive back was palpable. We hardly said a word, and when we did both our voices were breaking. He looked so excited and scared. And I was so horny and nauseated at the same time. I just needed to get this first blowjob behind me.

We got inside and we both headed upstairs. There is a nice cushioned chair next to the bed, and we both knew this is the chair that the poem spoke of. We stood and faced each other, and I tried to smile.

“It’s OK if you cum really fast,” I said, realizing immediately that it sounded like I wanted to get this over fast. “I mean….., take your time so we can enjoy this together…..,” I said trying to make it seem that I wanted this too!!

I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and flicked and sucked on his nipples a little. As I did he kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans off. He was breathing hard and unsteadily. I had never felt him so aroused, and bostancı escort bayan the bulge in his shorts was huge. Even though neither of was moving, the fabric in his shorts was bouncing around, and I could see his head trying to break out. As I played with his chest, his breathing became more of a stifled begging moan. I would swear I heard the word “please” several times. He gently put a hand on the top of my head and pressed down ever so slightly. It was such a thrill that he wanted me to do this so badly.

For the first time in my life I let my mouth kiss down his chest and stomach as I slowly dropped to my knees. By the time I was kneeling in front of him he was making steady moaning noises like in the video. His lust helped calm my nerves, and I put my fingers in his waistband. His head was maybe an inch from my mouth, still straining against the thin, white fabric. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and moved toward his head. His hips moved toward me, and the head slipped between my lips. I got it in as far as the widest part, and closed my mouth against the fabric. I held my mouth there for a few seconds, listening to his lust sounds, and feeling a bit proud that I had a penis in my mouth, and my stomach was feeling great. But I knew this was just getting started.

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One Thursday evening I had a visit from Kim. This was totally unexpected, as I knew that Roger and her children were home.

As soon as I closed the door, Kim wrapped herself around me and kissed me deeply. I kissed back, of course, groping her ass while I did it.

Kim broke off the kiss and pulled away from me. “Sorry, Tim, but that’s all you can have tonight,” she said, a little sadly. “I’ve come to ask you a favour – a big favour.”

“He who does a big favour, expects a big reward – old Chinese saying,” I quipped.

Kim giggled. “Don’t you worry about that,” she said. “I’ll see that you get a nice reward.”

Kim explained that next Saturday, Roger’s company was holding a formal dinner for executives and their wives, at a fancy hotel in a nearby city. Kim seemed quite excited at the idea of a weekend in a fancy hotel. “So would you be able to take care of Jason and Lucy for the weekend?” she asked.

“Sure, that’s no problem,” I said. “I’m always happy to look after them. I’m sure that we can find something to do.”

“It’s probably easier if you sleep at our house,” said Kim. “That way the kids can sleep in their own beds.”

“Ok,” I said. “But do me a favour. Don’t change the sheets on your bed. That way I’ll think of you all night.”

Kim giggled, and then she kissed me goodnight and left.

…

So just after lunch on Saturday, I grabbed my overnight bag and made my way next door. “Thanks for doing this, Tim,” Roger said, shaking my hand. “Make yourself at home. bostancı escort bayan Help yourself to anything that you want. I’ve left some cash for you to buy dinner tonight.” Then he and Kim said goodbye to me and the children, and they left.

We spent the afternoon playing video games, and I ordered pizza for dinner. After dinner I sent the children to shower and put on their PJs. Then we settled in to watch movies. It was an unusual experience, sitting with a child each side of me. I had never really thought about children of my own. Jason and Lucy were always well-behaved, and I thought that it might be fun to have children like them.

Eventually Lucy fell asleep. So I said “Bedtime” to Jason, and without any argument he got up and went to his room. I picked up Lucy and carried her to her room. She woke up enough to scramble under the covers. I leant down and kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, Sweetie,” I said. “Goodnight, Uncle Tim,” she murmured. Then she added, “I love you.”

I returned to the lounge room. I thought that it was so sweet that Lucy had said ‘I love you’ to me, even if she was half asleep. I thought about how nice it would be to have a cute young daughter of my own, who would give me cuddles and kisses because she loved her daddy. Maybe it’s time to rethink my future, I thought.

I stayed up long enough to make sure that Jason and Lucy had settled, then I decided to go to bed. I snuggled into the pillow, and immediately I could detect Kim’s unique scent ümraniye escort on the pillow. I thought about how nice it would be if she was here with me, and then I felt something under the pillow. I reached under and pulled out a pair of Kim’a black lacy panties. My cock immediately got hard as I put the panties to my nose, inhaling her pussy scent, and reminded of the many times that I had eaten her cunt.

I found a hand towel in my bag, and then I rubbed my cock as I wrapped her panties around my nose. It just took a few strokes until I came, shooting cum into the towel.

I cleaned myself up, and stowed the towel and the panties in my bag. Then I settled down to go to sleep. I decided that fucking Kim in that bed was definitely on my Bucket list.

The next morning, I was woken up by a human torpedo crashing into me. It was Lucy, of course. “Wake up! Wake up, Uncle Tim!” she shouted. “It’s Sunday. No school today. Yay!”

Lucy immediately burrowed under the covers and snuggled up to me. I remembered my thinking from the last evening, and smiled as I thought that maybe children of my own would be nice.

I tickled Lucy and she squealed. “OK, go and get dressed, and wake up your brother, and I’ll fix breakfast,” I said.

We all got up and dressed, and I made pancakes for breakfast. “So what do you want to do today?” I asked. “Can we go to the beach?” asked Jason, excitedly. “Sure,” I said. The beach would be easy, and would fill in the whole day, I thought.

The beach was escort kartal fun. It was late in the afternoon when we returned, to find that Kim and Roger had just arrived back from their trip. “How was your weekend?” I asked. “Wonderful!” said Kim. “I could get used to living like that.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” said Roger. “It only happens once a year.” Kim poked her tongue out at him, behind his back. “I have to run down to the shops,” he said. “I’ll pick up something for dinner.” And he left.

I could see that Kim was angry but she said nothing. She turned to Jason and Lucy. “Look at you!” she exclaimed. “All wet and sandy. Shower. Now! Lucy, use the shower in my bathroom.”

As soon as the showers turned on, I grabbed Kim. “How about a down payment on that big reward?” I asked. “Oh yes, please!” she said.

I pushed her back onto the kitchen bench, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her panties, taking them off. Kim pulled me towards her and kissed me. “Oh yes Tim!” she gasped. “Do me hard.”

I pulled out my cock and rammed it into her wet cunt, fucking her hard. I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her squeals when she came. And then I came hard, filling her cunt with my cum. Risky sex is exciting, I decided.

We straightened ourselves up. “I’m keeping these,” I said, holding up her panties. “They will go nicely with the lacy black pair.” Kim pressed herself against me and we kissed. Then I heard the showers turn off. “I should go,” I said.

“Thanks again, Tim,” she said. “For everything.”

…

That night I replayed the kitchen fuck in my mind, inhaling Kim’s pussy scent from her panties. I came hard. Yes, risky sex was exciting. I could tell that Kim had been excited by it too. I wonder what else we could do, I thought.

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It was an unseasonably warm Tuesday afternoon in April when I decided to slip into my new light yellow string bikini and head out to the pool. I’d only lived in this apartment building for about a week and was anxious to meet some of my neighbors before I started my new job the following week. I grabbed my towel, a book, and a big glass of ice water and headed out the door.

The pool was in the center courtyard of the building. The water sparkled as it lapped against the blue tile. Unfortunately, no one was around. I guess people actually worked on weekday afternoons. I selected a chaise and began to rub oil into my barely tan skin. The scent of coconut and warm caress of sun on my skin made me remember an unbelievable afternoon I’d spent on a beach in Maui with a surfer and a friend the year before…

It had been my senior year of college, and my sorority sister, Justine, and I had decided to spend it soaking up the sun in Hawaii. We’d been sipping drinks all afternoon and had a pretty good buzz going when a tan Adonis of a surfer set up his towel next to us. We’d talked for a little while, the conversation turning as it tends to do toward sex. He asked if the things he’d heard about sorority girls were true. Justine and I exchanged glances, nonverbally agreeing that we should play along and blow his mind.

“Like what?” I’d asked.

“Oh, lingerie pillow fights…”

“Of course. We just had one last night,” Justine said.

“Drunken frat parties…”

“Every weekend.”

“Exploring your sexuality…”

“You mean our BIsexuality?” I asked. I took Justine’s hand and nibbled one of her fingers. She giggled and rolled closer to me on the towel.

His eyes grew wide. Noting his reaction, she slid her hand over the top of my bikini and teased my nipple through the thin fabric. Justine was bi, but we’d never actually done anything together sexually. We were pretty drunk and had talked before about my curiosity. We were in a pretty secluded spot on the beach. I looked into her eyes, wondering how far she was wanting to take this. She winked at me as she toyed with my nipple.

“Do you like to watch, Jason?” she asked the surfer.

He gulped and nodded. I noticed his cock twitch under his board shorts.

“Ashley, why don’t we take this thing off?” Justine’s fingers slipped beneath my blond hair, untying the neck strap of my top. She peeled it down and untied the back, revealing my 34D tits. They were very white compared to the rest of my body, except for the bright pink areolas. Her hands slid over my tits, bringing my nipples to hard peaks. She leaned in and ran her hot tongue over my lips. I’d opened my mouth, accepting her soft kisses as her hands explored my flesh, my hands covering hers, leading them, urging her on. She kissed down my neck and took one breast to her mouth, teasing my throbbing nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then she took kartal escort bayan it in, the hot, steamy kisses drawing my tit in as she sucked and nipped. I was so hot, I was going crazy. I knew that my bikini bottom was soaked already. I sat up and turned her around to face Jason, kneeling behind her. I swept he dark hair to the side and undid her top, licking the side of her neck as I reached around to caress her tits. She was much smaller than me, and much more tan all over due to her Italian ancestry, but her little nipples were rock hard and perky as hell as I ran my hands over them.

I looked over at our surfer friend, who was watching intently, one hand stroking his obviously stiff cock through his shorts. “Jason, hand me that suntan oil,” I said. He did as he was told, his cock standing straight out from his body, making quite the pop tent. I poured the oil into my hand and began a slow, sensuous massage of my friend, covering nearly every inch of her… Shoulders, long strokes down the arms, then back, over her firm tits, her flat stomach…

“My turn, Ash,” she murmured, taking the bottle of oil. “Lie back, honey.” She slipped her fingers under the sides of my bikini bottoms and slid them off. She dribbled the oil over my naked body. We were both glistening in the hot sun. I moaned a bit as she expertly rubbed me from my shoulders, down my tits, then up my legs, my thighs. She teased me, her hands gliding closer and closer to my dripping wet cunt. Finally, she parted my pussy lips with her slick fingers and caressed my swollen clit. I gasped and quivered. “Not yet, baby girl…” She slipped her bottoms off into the sand and positioned herself between my thighs. She kissed down my stomach, taking time to tug on my belly ring with her teeth. Then she licked downward, over my shaved outer lips and then began to lap at my dripping cunt. Her tongue flicked into me as she rubbed my hot button with one finger. I was shuddering and bucking as she plunged a finger in, then two, finger fucking me on my towel, in the sand, as the surfer looked on. I came hard, my pussy clamping on her fingers over and over again, my back arching as the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had rocked me. As I lay there panting, she slid her oily body up mine, our tits brushing, her unshaved pussy aligned with mine, the hairs tickling my still sensitive snatch.

“Now, surfer boy, what do you think of sorority girls?” She asked with a wink.

“I think I’m tired of watching,” he said.

“Then come here, big boy,” I said.

He slid off his shorts, revealing a rock hard 9 inches, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Looks yummy,” Justine said. I took a bit of the oil and began to rub it up and down his pole. He was pretty big, my hand barely fit around his rod. Justine and I began to tease the tip of it with our tongues, then took turns sucking him, rubbing him, escort maltepe fondling his balls. She was on her knees in front of him, deep throating it. I took the opportunity to lie between her spread thighs and started licking her wet pussy. I’d never done it before, so it was a pretty interesting experience. The musky scent mixed with that of the oil, the taste of her, slightly sweet and again like the oil pushed me to explore more as he pounded into her mouth. She was moaning like crazy and bucking on my face as I thrust my tongue into her pussy deeper and rubbed her swollen clit.

I was so involved in what I was doing to her hot little snatch that I didn’t notice Jason until his big, slick cock was pushing apart my pussy lips. He was big, but I was so wet, and the mix of saliva and oil allowed him to push into me pretty easily, burying himself. Justine was riding my face as he began to slowly slide into and out of me, picking up speed, his thrusts causing me to buck harder into my sorority sister’s pussy. She finally came, her cunt convulsing. She rolled off and gave me a long, deep kiss. “You sure that was your first time eating pussy?” she asked with a wink.

Jason was pounding into me harder and harder. I wrapped my legs around his tight body, taking him in as deep as possible. Justine whispered something to him and he pulled out, flipping me over to do me doggy style. She slipped her head beneath and licked my clit and his cock as he pounded my dripping pussy. I moaned louder and louder, the combination of all the sensations bringing on an earthshattering orgasm. My pussy clamped down rhythmically on his cock as he thrust deep into me and shot his load. Justine licked me clean, and we all collapsed into a sweaty, oily heap on the towels.

********

“Having a pleasant dream?” A very masculine voice asked, bringing me back to reality. I was no longer on the beach in Maui, but lying on a chaise by the pool at my apartment building. And I was no longer alone. It must have been pretty obvious that I was having an erotic dream – I was breathless, my nipples rock hard beneath my bikini top, and I was so wet, I was sure it was apparent through the fabric of the suit.

“Um, yeah, I was,” I said, trying to right myself. I looked up at a beautiful specimen of masculinity. He was muscular, tan, toned, with striking blue eyes and thick dark hair. A tattoo coiled around his impressive right bicep, a tribal looking band.

“I’m Rick,” He said. “I live in 402.”

“Ashley,” I said, shaking his hand. “I must be below you.” Another erotic image danced through my mind at that comment.

He must have caught my thought. He winked. “I guess you’re in 302?”

“Yep. Just moved in.”

“Yeah, I saw you the other day carrying up some stuff. I was going to offer to help, but I had to go to work. Sorry. Maybe I can make it up to you sometime?”

“Maybe.”

A pendik escort few seconds of awkward silence followed.

“I’m a little warm – I think I’ll take a dip,” I said.

I walked to the edge of the pool, noticing that his eyes stayed on me appreciatively. I dipped a toe in. “A little cold,” I said.

“Always is,” he said. “Hardly anyone uses it. I’m usually here all by myself.”

“Well, you’ll probably catch me here a lot.”

I entered the water, the cool blue lapping up my skin as I descended the submerged stairs and and took a seat on a lower step.

“Are you getting in?” I asked.

“Sure,” He said, removing his shoes and then plunging in, a graceful dive into the deep end. He swam underwater to a few feet away and then broke through the surface. He looked good dripping wet… Gee, that daydream had really left my mind in the gutter.

“It’s still a little cool,” I said, making lame pool conversation.

“So I see,” he said, his eyes dipping from my face. I glanced down. Oh my god! My yellow swimsuit was pretty much transparent when it was wet! My very hard nipples were clearly visible poking at the scanty fabric. I blushed and slid deeper, letting the water cover up my breasts.

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed. I haven’t gotten it wet yet…”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I hardly saw a thing.” He grinned. “And from what I did see, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Well, thanks. I think.”

He swam up next to me. “You’re very beautiful. And I think you did get it a little wet before I came in…” His hand brushed my crotch under the water. I moaned involuntarily, all the erotic images from earlier flooding back. “What was the dream about?”

“A year ago, a vacation in Hawaii.”

“Hawaii is nice. What part of the vacation were you remembering?”

I looked at him. He was so hot, and I was so horny. Why not? “A little encounter on the beach.”

“Really?”

I nodded. His hand brushed my crotch again, more deliberately. This time his finger sought out my slit and rubbed it through the fabric. “Tell me about it.”

So I did, recounting the details as his hands explored my body. When I told him about Justine licking my pussy, he slid the bikini bottom to the side and slid his fingers into my hungry, waiting cunt. I gasped. “Shhh, no one can see.”

He turned, bringing me to straddle him. My bottoms were off to the side, and I could feel his cock straining at his trunks. I slid them down, revealing his good-sized cock. He pulled me into position and I let him enter me, the pool making me nearly weightless. He took off my top and rubbed my tits as I bobbed up and down on his pole, all the fantasies of the afternoon rushing through my head. I was so turned on that it took almost no time for me to cum. As my pussy clamped down on his cock, he squeezed my ass, guiding me up and down as he thrust in deeper and deeper, finally pulling me off in time to shoot his load into the pool.

“Wow,” I said, panting. “I can’t believe I just… I barely know you…”

He gave me a deep kiss, holding me tight. “You’re going to get to know me very well,” he whispered.

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It’s the eyes that do it, those almond shape brown eyes. Those windows to her soul are a world in themselves, a world that goes deep, deep, deep. Jeez, if she keeps looking at me the way she does she’s gonna get me into a lot of trouble. I just know it.

It’s not just the way she looks at me. Sure, it’s cute the way she always smiles – but she’s got a great shape to her. Perfect actually; great tits, great ass, good legs – as far as I can tell anyway. Sometimes you can just tell, you know?

But the way she touched my arm just now – does she know how hot that was? She must do, right? But she doesn’t act like it.

She’s a cute kid … ha, kid, who am I kidding? She’s 22 or 23, something like that; dresses cute, artsy, biker boots with black leggings, always so polite, carries herself kind of fawn-like in the way only young people can. But those eyes … she’s got a look in them. I could drown in those eyes.

Anyway, who am I kidding? I must be twenty years older than her. And she must know I’m married, right? I mean, everyone knows I’m married. Thirteen years. Jeez, where did the time go?

I can’t get her out of my head. Even last weekend when I was making love with my wife, I was thinking about her. Sounds terrible I know. But hey, shit happens. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. Truly I do. I guess it’s just an obsession. I’ll get over it.

So I know what you’re thinking. Who is this sleaze-ball? But I’m just a regular kind of obsessed guy. Truly. There’s just something about those eyes that really gets me and well … aw heck, it was kind-a sexy thinking about someone else while I was doing it with Helen, y’know, like a naughty little secret or something.

And you know what? I’m not the only one.

But this is my wife I’m talking about here. So don’t get me wrong. What we got going on in the bedroom is our business … but I just wanna illustrate my point, ok?

So, let me tell you …

I’m in bed with Helen right, we’re making love, and she’s saying stuff – kind-a garbled, half whispered … but I’m too far gone, really, to notice … at first … just kind-a lost escort ataşehir in what we’re doing. C’mon, thirteen years down the line and my wife’s still hot – I mean some guys they don’t care, a girl’s just a hole for them to use. But me – no way; if she ain’t getting off then I ain’t getting off. That’s how it works for me, pal. Truly.

And you know what? Between you and me it really turns me on when she does that thing, starts rolling her head from side to side and pulls her knees back. Just gets me going. ‘Cause I know she’s ready to rev it up a bit.

But like I said already, it’s my wife we’re talking about here so let’s get it straight. What I’m saying – I’m saying it with respect. Y’know?

So, anyways, I’m on top, holding on to the bedstead to get better leverage, y’know … to get some hard action going and she’s humping back at me all wet and horny and she says it again ‘ahhh … uughh … fu … ahhk … tom … ‘ just quiet at first but then her moans get louder and her legs wrap around my back and her eyes are gone man, I mean real gone, and she says it again but louder you know like ‘fuuUUCK me … FUCK ME … TOM, FUCK ME … ‘ and she’s really getting shouty now, got one hand squeezing her own tit. Man I love her tits, love seeing then rolling around when we screw hard like that and she’s starting to cum.

But who the heck is Tom?

Well whoever he is, the way she starts kissing me is so damn hot I don’t care. It’s like first time all over again.

So, I let go the bedstead to reach under her and grab her ass and hump her all the way to heaven, her all sweaty under me, legs wrapped round my back, squealing and squirming around whispering in my ear how much she loves it, wants it … and then she says it again – but this time all soft and sensual ‘Oooh Tom … keep fucking me Tom … ‘ and for a moment I wonder how the hell she’d react if I threw another chick’s name into the ring. And that’s when thoughts of the cute Asian filled my head.

Thirteen years. Jeez, where’d the time go?

So, who’s this guy Tom? Who knows right? It’s not like the first kadıköy escort time she’s said some guys name out loud in the sack. Sometimes women do that.

Maybe she’s got a little fantasy going on, like a bit of role play maybe … anyway I kind-a liked it, liked the way it made it all hot and sweaty between us, her saying those slutty things like she don’t normally say. After thirteen years we still get to screw like this? Jeez, I don’t care whose name she calls out!

And I got my own little fantasy going on right? Yep, I’m thinking about that cute Asian kid as I raise myself up on my hands and push my cock in as deep as possible, balls deep so Helen’s eyes pop open wide for a moment before rolling to somewhere in the top of her head as she arches her back and her legs splay wide and she digs her nails in my ass cheeks.

I’m thinking about that cute Asian kid all the way when Helen’s tits swell and she cries out and yelps like she does and I’m thinking about that cute Asian kid when I sit up on my knees and grip Helen’s waist and pull her onto me hard so she’s on her back with her arms reaching back to the headboard, grinding her soggy pussy onto my cock as she cums hard.

I love it when she cums like that, her body open, the way she wants it rough, the way her body spasms on the come-down.

Thirteen years of practice. Man, what a ride …

***

So why the obsession if my wife’s so hot? Heck, who knows. I mean it’s not like I’m leading her on. She’s a cutie, that’s all. A cutie who so happpens to like Italian food. That’s what she told me earlier when we bumped into each other in the photocopier room. Kind of threw it in the conversation, real clever. Maybe she didn’t even mean anything at all by that. Some people don’t mean anything by anything … say any stuff to pass the time – small talk.

Told her my wife does too, just to get that across but if that bothered her she didn’t show it, just looked cuter than ever with her hair like that, kind of flicked over like a feather-cut, or however you call it, something like that. Almond eyes and jet black feather-cut maltepe escort bayan hair – those Asian girls sure got the best of looks. And she damn well touched my arm again as she left.

***

I was daydreaming when she waved at me from across the office just now. A small wave, a roll of the fingers, the kind nobody else would notice, the kind only meant for one person. What a lovely chick. That new hair cut makes her look less innocent, more grown up.

I watch her while she’s working, watch the way her body moves. I don’t remember what I was daydreaming about before but I know what I’m day dreaming about now; I’m daydreaming about being in the sack with her. I’m daydreaming about fucking her brains out. I’m daydreaming about making love to her. I’m daydreaming about both.

I’m daydreaming about my cock stuffed in her tight wet pussy, reaming her from behind with the glorious sight of that cute little ass pushing back at me, her shiny black hair falling over her shoulders and down her back when she turns her head to look at me, asking me to fuck her harder and faster. Her mouth falls open when I do, a nice mouth, smallish but with thick pouty lips. She gasps loud telling me she’s gonna cum, I look at my cock buried to the hilt in her succulent hole while she spasms around it. “Oh Jack, oh Jack …” she cries out …

I’m hard. Jeez, I’m sooo hard, as hard as a steel rod. I gotta calm down or I’m gonna blow right here and now.

Slow it down; roll her over, put her legs over my shoulders. Take it nice ‘n’ easy, with long slow strokes until she’s ready for more of the harder stuff. Look into her eyes that shine the promise of heaven into mine. Look at her breasts that quiver when I run my hands over them. Feel her slim flat torso, kiss her mouth deep and sexy, just the way she likes it …

And then she walks by my desk and says hi and I look at her with a glazed look and ask her if she’s ever been to Luigi’s, a great Italian eatery I know a couple of blocks from here. She looks at me, all youthful and innocent again. “Oh Jack” she says all surprised then says she’d like to go sometime and she’s free Wednesday night and walks away with a broader sway than I’ve noticed before.

I watch her disappear out of view.

Yep, it’s the eyes that do it, those dark almond eyes. Jeez, those eyes are gonna get me in trouble. I just know it …

***

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It’s been a long drive but I’m so glad I was finally able to get you up here. We unpack our things, kick off our shoes, and finally relax with a drink. You can’t stop looking at the beautiful view of the mountains outside and suggest we venture out onto the balcony. This is such a different place than back home where it’s in the 90’s. Up here no A/C is needed as it’s only in the upper 60’s. We sip our drinks chat and playfully flirt. I can’t help but stare at the way that short dress shows off your shape, legs and ass. Damn I want you so bad but I’ll force myself to wait. I’m still going to tease you some. I set my drink on the table and ease up behind you as you lean on the rail. I slowly kiss the back of your neck as my fingertips caress your shoulders, down your back all the way to your ass. I run them back up to your hips and hold firm as I pull you towards me. Suddenly the phone rings…ugh!

As I go in to answer the phone inspiration strikes you. The cool fresh mountain air, the view, a little bit of alcohol and my attentiveness has stirred you so much. You glance over your shoulder casually and can hear I’m still on the phone but not for long. You reach down and casually let your panties drop and kick them off to the corner out of sight. I come pendik escort back out and lightly touch your shoulders, neck, and upper back with my hands. With that soft sigh you let out I can tell you’re relaxed and this feels very good to you. I enjoy making you feel good. I decide to chance it as I press myself up against you and run my hands down to your hips again…oh my…somebody lost their panties! I can take a hint! I grip your hips tight as I press up harder against you. By now you can tell you’re not the only one feeling frisky as you feel the growing bulge in my pants rubbing against your shapely, sexy ass.

My hands explore your hair, tummy, all the way to your breasts and then up your dress. You reach around behind you desperately searching for the ever growing bulge that grinds against you. You fish it out my stiffness and instinctively I pull your dress up just enough so I can ease my cock inside. Although there is light out there’s not many folks around to make us feel self-conscious about our exotic activities. I thrust in and out slow, but deep inside your welcoming moistness. You grip the handrail hard and bite your lower lip to keep from crying out. At last you can’t take this torment any longer and turn to face me. Our maltepe escort lips lick together and our tongues swirl in an erotic dance as we submit to our unstoppable urges. …time to try out that big bed in there!

Our clothes drop to the floor as we make our way to the bed. I start to climb on but you stop me at the edge. You lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed, upside down as you coax me to you with your eager, open mouth. My engorged stiff cock dances with anticipation as you take me between those soft lips of yours. Guttural moans from me tell you that I won’t be able to take much of this. So you alternate sucking and licking all the while stroking my balls with your fingernails. You skills are too much and although I am afraid I might gag you I thrust involuntarily. Luckily for me you’re able to take me in just fine and grab my ass hard to encourage me. At last I have sweet release as I fill your welcoming mouth with my seed and gasping moans. You giggle in utter satisfaction as you suck and lick my cock clean. I lean down to kiss you and tell you I’ll be right back with some water.

The cool breeze that’s blowing through the windows does nothing to diminish your sexual fire. You reach down and dip your kartal escort fingers deep inside yourself and bring them to your clit and begin working it in slow circles. It feels so good to you that you simply can’t stop even as I hurry back into the room. I don’t interrupt yet. I’m enjoying the show way too much. I lie beside you and stroke your inner thighs and take your stiff nipples into my mouth as you stroke your clit. You don’t bring yourself off right away but work yourself up to it and slow down just before you climax. Not only to tease yourself but you know this will drive me over the edge as well and will get me excited again quickly…and it’s working! Just as your rubbing yourself harder I position myself between your legs and pull you towards me. With your feet on my shoulders and your fingers on your swollen clit I insert myself inside you.

Slow and deep because I want to hold out until you are taken care of. Your gasps become quicker and your finger motion down there quickens and becomes more urgent with every stroke of my cock. At last you reach the point of sweet release as you howl with delight and tighten down again and again on my pounding dick. As your hands drop to the side and your eyes roll I know I’ve taken care of your needs…for now. I thrust like an animal into you and fill you with my hot spunk. At last I collapse on the bed beside you. You roll over and lay on my shoulder with my hand on your back as the crisp mountain air cools our hot, relaxed, naked bodies.

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