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People say I am the best of moms and wives, but I am a bit of kinky.

Let me to introduce myself.

I am Claudia, 40 yo, 5.8, not overweight, married 19 years.

I’m in love with my husband, Mark, and we have a wonderful family with a daughter and a son.

I have a degree in piano but I don’t work being a stay at home mom and 100% a nice next door married lady alike.

Nobody could say that, but my husband and I are a naughty couple too.

This is the story of our start.

I have terrific exhibitionistic tendencies and a very submissive character.

I realized it a few months only after marriage when my young husband started to take pics of me.

At first he took simple portraits of me, then legs, than breasts, then my whole body.

He was very keen with his camera and a few nude portraits of me obtained special awards and money prizes.

An evening he invited a friend from the photo club to take pics of me.

At first I was upset but he convinced me saying I was so beautiful and Peter, the friend, was absolutely enthusiast to get my acquaintance after having seen the photos that Mark showed him.

I got mad when Mark told me that between the pics were some nude shots but he giggled saying it was no difference between a photographic committee and a young guy with a talent for photography. More the guy was habituated to see nude girls as he had tons of models but he said to my husband that no one of those models had the same effect on him than me. This convinced me, so I told my husband ok to meet this guy for a photo session but I discarded the idea to pose naked.

Peter came by us a Friday night. He was a handsome guy same aged than Mark at 25 opposite my 21. The first time we had a nice time talking and discussing my photos then the guys took their cameras out and I started to model for them. I posed totally dressed showing a bit of legs and only at the end of the session when they started to beg for a bit more flesh to photograph I put my dress down consenting them to take pics with me in a corset. Not a big deal to be honest.

The friend was very agreeable and we planned other sessions.

At the time my husband and I were a very private couple. We lived in a nice cottage on the hill with a great view on the bay and a delicious little pool in the garden. It belonged to my mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town. Mark and I were very happy there. Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save my mom or elder sister, paid us the occasional visit during gaziantep escortlar the week. Peter was single having split with his girlfriend only a few weeks before and he became our closest friend. His presence added an unexpected spice to our life.

After that first session my husband insisted for me being naked. This was a bit strange as I was raised catholic and restricted as well as Mark had been always a bit jealous, but he started to say that I was born to pose naked. I staggered for a while like uncertain, but Mark was proud to have me naked in front of a keen photographer such as Peter. After a lot of discussion my exhibitionistic tendencies and my husband’s blandishments won so that, keeping it as a play, I agreed. An evening, posing in my corset, I lowered the cups showing them nipples. They made enthusiastic comments and I allowed them a few topless shot also. Since then step by step I undressed totally for them. With great fun I must say.

In a couple months I was completely natural posing naked.

We had a weekly photo-session with Peter. Our friend had great photographic skills in absolute. He was able to realize elegant pale colored pictures putting in great evidence the contrast running between my auburn skin and my long black hair. He took pics of me at the piano, or in the bath-room, which I adored, with my body barely visible between steam and perfumed vapor. Because I was a former classical dancer he convinced me to pose in a ballet skirt and I am glad to say that a glamorous photo of me standing in a diaphanous tutu and nothing else than my dark pubes received a bigger prize as a winner in a photo-contest. He also appreciated some little flaws in my body like my natural deflated and pendulous boobs balanced by long huge and erect nipples which I stirred before every naked shot.

My husband was not only a devoted assistant to those exciting photo sessions but also he encouraged me assume new and more daring poses. Under his suggestion I became more uninhibited and felt submissive to their wishes. I gained confidence and slowly I even spread my legs consenting them to take pics of my opened pussy acting like I was masturbating. And that was not exactly artistic. An evening I also led them watch me having a piss on the loo and take pics before I pushed them outside the bathroom locking the door.

Being naked in front of Peter got me in a status of arousal and sometimes I had to masturbate the day after a photographic session even if my husband fucked me silly. Discussing this new situation my husband didn’t object but said I was a naughty girl.

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

A day I had an argument with Mark.

It was something really unimportant in any way, but Mark went upset and said, “one day o another Peter will give you a good length and you will be happy, slut!”

“You silly,” I answered him.

“You act bashful but you have great fun being naked for him.”

“I do it only because you told me to undress.”

“You love it. I see it in your eyes when you start to undress for him in front of me.”

“That’s true, but it was your idea and I can’t help now.”

“Imagine if I say him to fuck you.”

“You are ill, very ill, bucko.”

“I see you posing for him and how excited you are being naked. I’m sure you even can’t stop him if he makes a move to you.”

“You can’t say that, pig. Since today no other guys than you had their way with me.”

“Let see,” he said again in a burst of laughter.

I tried to slap his face but the argument was near to end and he kissed me.

We made love and that was all, never the less I started to think on Peter making love to me. It was a mere fantasy but at the same time Mark started to talk about to try threesomes and sex with other people and once he acted explicitly like it was Peter caressing, kissing and entering me all the way. I came like no tomorrow.

An evening before to start our weekly photo session Mark and Peter proposed to take pics in the bedroom with me in my wedding dress. I was amused and they took great pics with a terrific effect of the white dress on my body as I slowly undressed for them. At the end of the session I was naked as usual and before to stop Peter asked to kiss the bride.

I had a burst of laughter and answered him of course you can as everyone kiss the bride at weddings.

Peter kissed me on the lips (no tongue). This was quite normal as I kissed him on the lips every time saying him goodbye so I reciprocated his kiss even if I was in the nude. My husband actually took the camera and started to shoot pictures of Peter kissing me. I giggled and said him stop to take pics but he said it was such an erotic scene to photograph a dressed guy kissing a naked girl and kept to take pics. We went on kissing like that for a minute or two.

Now Peter asked what if he kissed my nipples. I looked at Mark who nodded yes and Peter gently took my nipples between his lips and sucked on them. I felt like butterflies wings fluttering on them and my legs started to fail.

He asked again where he could kiss me now. This question was a surprise for me and I was speechless for a moment as the play drifted dangerous but Mark answered for me “kiss her all over you want”.

I petrified when Peter knelt in front of me and posed his lips on my belly-button slowly starting to go with his mouth on my tummy kissing and licking every inch of my skin. He also cupped my ass for a major contact and his tongue rummaged through my vaginal lips searching for my clit.

A part of me said something was wrong but I hadn’t the courage to stop him and I even opened my legs to give him better access.

For a moment Peter stopped his action and undressed totally sporting a very long and hard cock.

Mark said it was a very special photo session and encouraged me to touch Peter’s cock.

I took Peters’s cock in my hands and Mark started to take pictures then Peter kissed me again.

Mark took a shot after another and encouraged me to let Peter make a good work as I moaned under our friend’s kisses. At this point Mark wanted to take pics of with Peters’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe he dared so much. My legs failed with excitement and I started to suck our friend. Like mesmerized I stretched then on the bed as Peter climbed between my legs and slowly rubbed his cock up and down my pussy.

“Oh my,” I said as he entered me.

In a moment Peter’s cock was completely inside my pussy.

“It is so fucking big, uh Claudia?” said my husband taking some close ups of Peter’s cock pumping my vagina.

“Slow pump her for a bit, Peter. She likes it slowly in beginning,” he recommended.

“What do you think, Claudia? Is it the right speed?” asked Peter.

“Oh yes it feels so good,” I said in excitement.

After Peter slowly pumped my pussy, he started to pick up his speed.

“Oh you have a hot pussy. Feels so good. Do you want me fuck your pussy, Claudia?” Asked Peter. I had no words needing nothing else than being naughty.

“O yes, Peter. Fuck me good now. Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me,” I said.

Peter really started to fuck fast and hard. He caught both my legs and raised them up to his shoulders as he fucked me hard and fast.

I was making noises as well as Peter. This went on for some minutes then I went on my fours and Peter entered me from behind. He pumped me two or three minutes again then he came on my back. At this point Mark replaced him and fucked me also for my first threesome.

Mark also stretched at my side like tired. We remained silent for a while breathless then we had a small talk as we just rested.

“How was that? Mark asked me.

“I loved it.”

“I know. I was sure you liked it, and I told you so,” said Mark

“You bastard,” I giggled remembering our argument a few evenings before, “you told Peter to fuck me, cuck!”

Mark giggled and said “You loved it, dear…”

“I can’t say no,” I giggled at my side.

“Maybe we can do that again…”

Of course this was our first threesome but not the last.

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Lou Brenner, the building’s senior resident, has been in his flat for five years. He has had the same job, head of security at the local chocolate factory, ever since 1a had been converted into flats. He had never had the good fortune to find a soul mate, and at the age of thirty-one had, subconsciously, even stopped looking. There had been the occasional ‘one-nighters’, but he himself knew without being told that his less that average size, (barely six inches), had played a no small part in there being no second date. He had had a three-month affair with one of the elderly residents, but she had been pleased with anything she could get, then, since she had left, the only means of release had been his own right hand.

The problem that Lou had was that he had a very high sex drive, something that was more a curse than a blessing, especially when you didn’t have anyone to fuck, (like the old woman), masturbate with (one of his dates had loved for the two of them to masturbate together), or, even better, have masturbate you.

Lou’s regimen of having sex or masturbating himself at least twice a day hadn’t diminished since he’d been a teenager; the only thing that had changed was the person who was making him come or his state of arousal. If anything, as far as he was concerned, he could stand harder for longer how than he could have done in his ‘teens. And then, six months ago, he had seen an advert for a penis enlarger.

When it had arrived, Lou lost no time in trying it out. First he had to select the correct sized rubber ring so that the whole tube nestled firmly on the base of his penis. The enlarger came supplied with three rubber rings of various inside diameters, the user fitting the best fitting ring for the thickness of the root of his penis at that time. Lou was pleased to see that he needed the ‘B’ size ring, and not the ‘A’, which, to his eye looked as though it had been made with people who had a problem far more serious than his.

With his flaccid (although quickly stirring) manhood inside the implements plastic tubing, he hesitantly took the fitted rubber ball and squeezed it. He was shocked, as the more air he extracted from the tube the more alive and harder his erection became. In a short time he was standing hard, so hard that he felt that his solid erection was about to burst through its outer skin. Measuring his erection on the ruler printed on the side of the transparent tubing, he read off six and one quarter inches…

The instructions that came with the enlarger said it should be used once a day, and recommended not to masturbate or have sex for at least one hour after use. But Lou had other ideas. He built himself a programme of using the enlarger before he went to work in the morning, and again before he went to sleep at night. That invariably meant that he as hard as hell when he walked out of the house in the morning with his arousal juice sticking the knob of his hard erection to his underpants. But then there was always the sweet ecstasy of slowly peeling the head of his firmly glued manhood free when he needed to go to the toilet. The only time he allowed himself release came after his nightly exercise, this was invariably followed by vigorous masturbation (with or without the use of oils). This was invariably done in front of his wardrobe mirror; his face hidden by the mirror’s frame, as he fantasised that he was prying on someone else jacking off.

Within three months he found that he had to exchange the rubber ring for the ‘D’ size, the root of his erection having grown in diameter to support the now healthier eight and a half inches he sported. Lou was surprised by just how much his overall diameter had grown as well. And that was not the only change. Now he found he stood far harder than he had before, in fact harder than he had ever thought possible. Now, when he did ejaculate in front of his wardrobe mirror he found that now he could stand a good two feet away and the steaming sperm jetting out of his throbbing muscle would easily reach the reflective glass. Then there was the amount he came, and, although he had no way of comparing ‘before’ and ‘after’, he was sure that he was coming far more now than he ever had.

More than once he had soaped himself down in the shower, his erection standing like something carved out of solid wood, and he had tried to imagine just what it would feel like to have something that length and thickness sliding inside him…

Then Lou read one of those bothersome ‘pop-up’ adverts while he had been viewing his favourite porno site on the Internet, the one showing page after page of nude men posing with full erections. It had been advertising for ‘New talent to work in the film industry. Must have no problems performing sex in front of a camera. Exclusive rates! Send photo of both slack and erected states to: Alpha-Beta Films. Plc. Answer by return e-mail.’

More out of interest than any hope of a reply, Lou, using the camcorder on his computer, did what the advert requested.

The kırklareli escort reply came far sooner that he had thought, just two hours later in fact. It stated that they were more than impressed with what they had seen, and invited him to Newcastle the following week for an interview. Lou was shocked by the swiftness of the reply, and for the first time wondered just what he was getting himself into by even thinking of replying to such an advert…

He would have no problem with being photographed or filmed masturbating or with someone going down on him as long as he was being paid enough for it. It was when he thought about the fucking bits that he began to wonder. What was the going rate for having sex with a woman on camera, or, even more interesting, what if they asked him to fuck her up the ass? Having never had anal sex, it would be a first for Lou, but having fantasised about it often enough he was sure he could handle it if the money was right. At the end of the day Lou decided that the best way to justify anything he did was to tell himself that he was only doing it for the money.

In the meantime Lou kept up with his twice-daily exercises, and blocked his mind as to what the hell he was getting into. Lou’s manager was shocked when Lou requested two days off out of his accumulated holiday pay. Shocked, because having never taken a holiday since he started in the factory, Lou had accumulated more that two months holiday or holiday pay…

To travel return by bus from Tees-side to Newcastle was a pleasant surprise, being both cheap and quick. A not so pleasant surprise was being asked to line up nude with the other nineteen ‘contestants’.

Having found the offices of ‘Alpha-Beta Films, Plc.’ close to Newcastle bus station, Lou was kept waiting barely five minutes before being invited into a large office and told to strip of, his self-consciousness showing of the tightness of his balls to his scrotum.

Being third or fourth in line, Lou allowed his eyes to wander over the opposition as each of them was photographed in their ‘slack’ state. He wasn’t the biggest man there, there was one who’s mother must have had an interest in donkeys, but he was, width for length, the best built.

‘All right, let’s see them all hard! As quickly as you can please, we’ve another fifty to see after you lot!’

With that each of them tried to get himself hard as quickly as possible. Lou took rather longer than the others, embarrassed at masturbating himself for the first time in front of an audience, but the effort was worth it, his erection standing as hard as it could inside its skin. Then they were told just to stand there and not touch themselves as they were photographed and measured. Now more relaxed, Lou’s balls were hanging loose by the time his turn came, his erection throbbing and looking for action, whereas at least five of the erections in the line were wilting slightly through lack of stimulation. These were duly noted by the man with the clipboard…

‘Now, what I want is for you all to start jacking yourselves off. You can come when you want to. Don’t worry about the floor…’

Lou realised that the only way he would be able to toss off in front of a room full of men was to close his eyes and imagine that they weren’t there. Three of the men didn’t even try, walking out of the room in embarrassment, their erections wilting as they went. The man with the clipboard just crossed off their names and concentrated on those that were left.

Behind his closed eyes Lou saw himself in front of his wardrobe mirror, his enlarger pumping his erection harder and harder, and his free hand rolling each of his nipples as hard as he could. Within a short time his right hand had gone from a slowly sliding up and down the skin of his erection skin to a quicker, more intense pumping motion.

Soon his free hand was rolling over his bulging helmet head, massaging his plentiful pre-cum all over his erection and balls. Lou tried to last as long as he could, but when he switched the image behind his eyes for the eighteen year old that had masturbated herself in front of him on the Internet last night, his ejaculation came with a speed that shocked even him.

As he felt himself starting to cum, Lou switched both his hands to his nipples and rolled both of them as hard as he could. The reaction to Lou’s unconscious, savage rolling was a squirt of sperm out of Lou’s throbbing erection that left the clipboard man gaping. By the time his imaginary female tantaliser had screamed in orgasm for the third and last time, Lou’s balls were both hard into his scrotum, their contents splattered in a long, steaming stream in front of him.

When he finally opened his eyes Lou saw that he had been the last one to ejaculate, all the others were stood behind the clipboard man, their erections wilted or wilting between their legs.

‘Right, gentlemen. Pay attention. That’s what I’m looking for. When you’re as big as afyon escort he is and last as long as him can, and cum as much as he can, come back to see me. You’, he said, indicating Lou with his clipboard, ‘get yourself dressed and meet me in my office. We have some business to discuss…’

Lou stood there for a few seconds, his erection still as hard as ever, and felt the eyes of each of his opponent’s flash barbs of hatred and disgust as they were let away by two well-built uniformed guards.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ one of the guards said, ‘they’re only jealous. Mind you,’ he said, flashing a glance at Lou’s still rigid erection, ‘so am I.’ For the first time Lou felt as though he was someone special…

‘OK, this is the deal.’ The now seated clipboard man was straight to the point as Lou walked into his office. ‘You get paid £350 a day for each day that you work. On top of that you get paid £50 each time that you come, so the more times that you can come in a day the more you get paid.

‘You start when we start and you finish when we finish. You have to be available to work day or night; sometimes I can tell you in advance, sometimes not. The only time that we use condoms is if you’re fucking someone’s ass.

‘We use male and female actors, so get used to kissing and fucking men as well as woman, although I can’t see many of the men who work for me taking what you’ve got up the ass. You come onto the set as clean as you can be, preferably showered, especially your ass. If you need to go here we have baby wipes in the toilets. Being told to go down on someone just after they’ve had a shit is not the best way to start the day. Now, any questions?’

Lou was in a daze during the bus ride home, his mind reviewing again and again the day that he’d just been through. Now the decision was his, go with the glib, fast-talking clipboard man or stay in the secure, steady wage-earning job at the factory. Lou’s masturbation that night took ages, teasing himself by stopping his hand each time that he felt himself about to come. Well-oiled with baby lotion, his member stood as hard as iron, throbbing in excited anticipation each time it was about to come only to be denied by Lou’s iron resolve to see just how long he could stay hard and masturbate without finishing.

When he did finally allow himself to come he had been hard at it for over forty-five minutes, splattering both mirrors and his bedside chair with his white, translucent sperm that seemed to pump on and on, glistening and steaming in the light from his night-light…

The next day he shocked his bosses by applying for the two months holiday. Entitled to either time off or money in lieu, Lou took the time, knowing full well that the amount he had in his bank account was more than enough to get him through the next two months. The next thing was his diet. If he was expected to either fuck or come maybe three or more times in a day he was going to need plenty of red meat and carbohydrates…

His first call for work came the next day. Lou was told to go to the industrial area of Stockton, to a warehouse that had been empty for ages. Thinking that the whole thing was a hoax, Lou asked the taxi driver to wait. It was only when someone answered his knock that he paid off the driver and walked into the fantasy world of porno movies.

What had once been a warehouse for soft goods distribution been transformed into sets depicting several themes, from a cheap bordello to the bedroom of Lois the X1V. He was taken to the set director, a woman with a perfect face and figure with a voice and attitude that would cut carbon steel. She eyed Lou over with disdain.

‘Right. So you’re the stud for today. I sure as hell hope that you’re better than the last three, ‘though you’re far older than I’d have chosen. The rules are simple. You fuck when I tell you to fuck, and come when I tell you to come. The two things that you don’t do are bullshit me with reasons why you can’t do what I tell you to do or try to hit on me. I’ve heard it all before. I came up from lying on my back being fucked by wannabe studs like you to directing the shit I’m expected to work with. Now, go and get changed and be here ready for action and smelling nice in ten minutes.’

As Lou wiped himself clean with the baby wipes in the broom cupboard that passed as a changing room, he seriously began to think that he had made a bad career move.

‘What the hell’, he thought, ‘I’ll spend two months enjoying myself and getting paid for it. Then, if things get too bad I’ve always got the factory…’ Little did he know that in the next two days he’d know exactly where his future lay.

When he walked back onto the set nude he realised how cold it was, the industrial heaters doing little to warm the area. The female director eyed him over again.

‘Thank God that you’re far bigger and better built than the others. Don’t worry about the cold, by the time that you’ve finished you’ll be amasya escort sweating and asking me to turn down the heat.’

The set had been dressed out as a bedroom in a wealthy house, with long windows draped in silk that looked out over a backdrop of a massive garden. The bed was a huge four-poster with canopy and curtains of silk, as were the black bed sheets under which was laid a young woman almost as black as the sheet covering her. Her long, jet-black hair was splayed over the pillows, her nipples hard and erect forming little tents of the material at the top of her large breasts.

‘Right, this is the story.’ The boss woman interrupted the flow of Lou’s vivid imagination, his member already stirring and balls twitching. ‘She’s the boss’s wife and you’re her driver. She fancies you and has invited you to her bedroom. You know that she was screwing the head gardener, but this is your first time, so you want to make an impression without being over the top.

‘I have a script for this, but I think its crap so want to see what you can do by yourself. So, just go over there and be yourself and do what you’d usually do with a good-looking woman who’s your boss. Let’s see you’ve got what it takes to work in this business.’

With that Mrs. Director gave him a slap across the buttocks with her clipboard and Lou was on his way.

Lou was surprised at the heat given off by the arc lights as he approached the huge bed, his member starting to stir again as it felt the heat.

The woman lay as though asleep, and Lou thought what he would do if he really were in those circumstances. Blocking out the loud whispers of the director lady to the cameramen and the noise over his head as they adjusted the lights, Lou slid under the top sheet at the end of the bed.

Gently sliding his arms under the woman’s knees, he raised them higher and higher as he slid up the bed. The woman groaned as though waking from a deep sleep, and then gave a louder groan as Lou’s flickering tongue came into contact with her shaven lips.

Suddenly, the woman pulled the sheet up off Lou’s body and they were both in the glare of the hot lights and could hear clearly the whispered directions of the director woman. Lou blocked the fact that other people were watching him enjoy himself as he felt the heat of the lamps on his back and buttocks.

Lou’s tongue soon found the black woman’s massive, erect clitoris. Her clit stood like an erect little finger below a small triangle of wiry, pubic hair the thick aromatic smell of her juices wafting up towards Lou’s face.

Without warning the black woman wriggled around on the bed until her head was between Lou’s legs. With a practised hand, she grabbed Lou’s solid bar of meat and pulled him lower, the whole of his erection disappearing deep inside her throat. Lou was shocked as he felt his helmet head reach the back of her throat, and then the back of her throat opened and the head of his erection slid deep inside her gullet.

Having proved what she could take, with a vacuum suck she slowly extricated herself off Lou’s now freely dribbling erection. Switching her attention to Lou’s balls, the woman suddenly shrieked with pleasure as Lou rolled her clitoris and the tops of her shaven lips between his teeth.

Using one hand to pump Lou’s erection and squirt his pre-cum all over her belly, the woman again pulled him lower, but much lower than before as her flickering tongue sought out his puckered anus. Lou raised his head in shock to find himself staring into a camera lens as he felt the woman’s tongue first licked his ass all over and then poked it further and further open with the wet muscles tip.

Ignoring the camera, Lou allowed his face to wreath in pleasure as he felt for the first time being slowly opened further and further by the woman’s tongue. Then, realising that he was allowing the woman to take charge, Lou reasserted his dominance. Turning back around on the bed, Lou once again found himself staring into a camera lens…

By this time his erection had took on a life of it’s own, pulsating and fighting to get out of its restrictive skin as he sucked and nibbled at the vivid red clitoris, and Lou saw that her juices had run down as far as her puckered pink rose of an anus. Lou began to hope that maybe, jut maybe, he’d get a chance to slide his length into that crimped, well-lubricated hole before the day was over.

Within no time the woman’s black hair was thrashing around like a wild thing as she tossed her head from side to side, groaning out loud, oblivious to the lights and cameras.

Without warning, Lou climbed up onto his knees taking the woman’s legs high into the air, and glanced down to check that his erection pointing straight at the woman’s saturated vaginal lips. Lunging his hips forward, in one thrust he buried his full length as deep inside the woman far as it would go, at the same time coming, once again, face to face with a camera lens and a gaping cameraman.

For a second Lou was stunned as he saw an upside-down image of himself in the convex lens, and then he felt the walls of the woman’s vagina start to tighten and ripple, squeezing his full length as tight as she could. Realising that the woman was on the verge of an orgasm, Lou did what he did best, give the woman a good hard fuck.

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In the decade since she had graduated from college and came to work as a medical secretary at Andrew Rollins Memorial Children’s Hospital, Maya could be sure that certain truths held, regardless of situation. Full moons meant strange and busy nights. A unit never has the proper amount of nurses. There are always too little or too many. If a patient is admitted at five you will see no paperwork until seven, regardless of how many times the records clerk at the referring clinic swears she faxed them. Most importantly if a pediatrician is young and handsome, and especially single, he is either cocky or gay. Always. They certainly believed they could have their way with anyone they wished, and for the most part, the belief went unchallenged. Maya herself had a few friends personally test this truth out first hand, and come up with it faithfully intact (even if their egos were not). Something about an attractive young doctor of small children gave him the impression that he was God’s gift, not only to women, but also to humanity as a whole. It was as if the total package; looks, brains, compassion, and the ability to surround oneself with small and needy children and actually heal them; was too much marriage material for any woman to steel herself against. Usually this was actually true, but Maya wasn’t buying it. That is until Dr. Colin Mainfield was hired as the newest attending on her floor. While she had long since become immune to the charms of a confident doctor, something about Dr. Mainfield seemed less contrived and condescending. Especially when he looked Maya straight in the eyes and said the only words coming out of a doctor’s mouth that could have shocked Maya, “Can I do anything for you?”

Maya scanned his every move, dissected his every sentence for that hint- that inflection- that suggested he was better than her; that suggested that he thought she’d probably be good for one of two things, taking off orders or taking off her clothes. She could find no hint of that at all in Dr. Mainfield. This begged an entirely different question, what was his angle? What did he want, if anything? She couldn’t bring herself to believe, to hope, that his motives for human decency were entirely innocent. She thought maybe it was sexual. Maya had to admit a part of her burned when she knew she would see him. She knew his tone and inflection when he spoke to her were all wrong for that particular motive, even when uttering the most innuendo-laden aside he sounded like an innocent schoolboy. She would actually find herself goading him on, but never reaching the point of lasciviousness. Sex might be important to him, but it wasn’t what he seemed to be seeking. He most likely got it regularly enough, she thought bitterly. Through general conversation, she learned that his family was fairly well off, the owners of a popular, exclusive ski lodge in the Rockies. Which meant he wasn’t looking for someone to pay off his med-school loans. She could usually jump straight from there to the “mother-figure” conclusion, except the man seemed unusually self-sufficient. Although he consistently made sure everyone on the staff was taken care of, from the director to the janitor, he never seemed to want anything himself. Every time he laid something down; a stethoscope, clipboard, coffee; he always remembered to clean it up before left. He needed no one to pick up after him. She almost found herself looking for ways to take care of him, some primitive female instinct fought hard against his ability to need nothing. She brought him food and drinks, Escort Eryaman and offered to run errands for him that had another doctor asked her, would have elicited a hearty laugh. She didn’t understand him, and worse, she didn’t understand herself around him.

Colin Mainfield was tall. He was the kind of tall you needed to bring your face up into the light to speak to. The kind of tall that defined masculinity, the kind of tall that made women prone to daydreaming, such as Maya, picture holding and placing an ear in just the right spot to hear his heartbeat. He had brown hair and brown eyes. These were traits that never would have attracted her years before, when blond hair, blue eyes, and a felonious rap sheet would have turned her head. Long ago, when she was young and naive and untouched by the burn of an evil man. She now thought dark hair and dark eyes seemed thoughtfully sleepy, sweetly sexual; a combination she found irresistible. He had eyes that belied his mischievousness. When he said something even slightly naughty they sparkled, making her feel that she liked what he was saying. His smile was wide and his lips slightly crooked in that way that made Elvis such a fantasy when he was young. They matched his eyes in their mischievous quality. He made her every nerve tingle, and she couldn’t yet tell whether that was a good or bad thing. She found herself lost in reveries at work. She pictured him in various states of dress and undress and placed him in dozens of locales and in scores of positions. This embarrassed her to the point of holding her cards close to her chest, and she could see the surprise in his eyes when she behaved cool towards him to overcompensate for her smothering, sweltering desire to taste him.

That alone frustrated her the most. She had always held a high work ethic, had always considered herself the consummate professional in her behavior towards her co-workers, yet the thoughts running through her brain distracted her to the point that she could feel her work slipping. If he wasn’t present in the hospital, she could function perfectly; yet when she knew he was in the building, occupying the same space and she, she found herself mentally playing games, such as “where could we go to be alone?” She had them entwined in each other in the elevator shaft, necking in the clean storage, ravaging each other near the now-vacant pharmacy. She thought of all the places where a couple of oversexed, underserved co-workers could have a private groping session.

One of her favorite fantasies involved him bending her over the extra desk in the office storage room, torturing her in the only way a man truly knows how to deliciously torture a woman. She could close her eyes and feel the material of her skirt pushed straight up to her hips, fingers gripping the edges of the empty desk for support. She wanted to feel him pounding into her warm flesh until she was so ready and squirmy that an explosion was imminent, and then he would change tempo and dragging his cock so slowly in and out of her that she could feel every vein in excruciating detail. She imagined kicking and thrashing until she came so hard she had merely the energy to lay her face on the smooth desktop.

She admonished herself for thinking such advanced thoughts when he had given her no special signals beyond “accidentally” rubbing her hand while passing her a folder. Her skin broke into tiny, fevered goose bumps when she remembered the feel of his skin and how he had blushed when he apologized for dropping the Eryaman Escort paperwork inside the folder. He was too sexy for his own good, she thought to herself.

She liked to make stupid excuses to talk to him, and she was becoming adept at small talk, something Maya usually sputtered and stuttered through. She never knew how long he could talk, or how much he would say, so she also became an expert in departing gracefully. When she came upon him at a deserted nurses station, she saw an opening for conversation, and was about to say something witty and topical when she realized he was dictating a note over the phone. Her hopes were dashed and she was about to grab a file she could claim she was looking for and exit when he whispered her name between breaths into the phone. He motioned for her to wait, which she did, trying to strike a nonchalant pose. He finished up the discharge of a 14-year-old girl with cerebral palsy and asked her if she wanted to grab a bite to eat. His entire team had gone to dinner without him earlier and it was too late to hit the cafeteria or roach coach. A thousand other times she would have thought about it and politely declined, but he looked ravenously hungry, and she was just getting off her shift anyways. She could eat.

They got to the parking lot, into her car and halfway to the nearest all night burger stop when both of them realized they had no cash on their persons. She felt like such a dumb ass. She had gotten so internally overworked about actually having her fantasy man in her car, made lists of potentially embarrassing items in plain view, hoped it wasn’t too messy, prayed she wouldn’t crash trying too hard to be sexy and fun, that she had ignored the last open ATM in the area. Maya hated to seem so obvious, and really didn’t want to look as easy as the offer sounded, but she suggested they go to her apartment nearby and grab some cash, and was relieved that he agreed without too much comment. The feeling in the air made her glad she wore the new panties and bra that matched rather than her everyday functional underwear. She embarrassed herself just thinking of the possibilities. They pulled into the lot and parked without incident, although she felt as if her neighbors were all watching her and Dr. Mainfield- Colin- walk into the complex.

She had a feeling some of the older ladies would be cheering her on if they were watching indeed. He was paged immediately after entering her apartment, a godsend in disguise, because now his entering comments would be unspoken. She kept a “comfortable” place, which meant she hadn’t vacuumed any time recently and the clothes she had worn the day before were on the bathroom floor. He used her phone in the other room, answering a quick question and then requesting not to be bothered for anything but emergencies. She could hear his end of the conversation, and bubbled over in anticipation of their impending aloneness. She could hardly contain the feelings that were rushing from her toes to her brain, relief, joy, excitement, at the heart of it, lust. Every tiny part of her body twitched with the longing of what she knew had to occur. Even if he never broached the subject, never made the first signal, she doubted she could contain herself in this seclusion, this close proximity. Her slender fingers tingled, her stomach churned, an uncontainable smile washed over her; and below her navel, her most feminine parts flushed with color and simultaneously throbbed and ached with the knowledge that she was moments away from expressing Eryaman Escort Bayan herself completely.

She wished he would hang the phone up and come into the room already. She began to be restless, pacing like a lioness in heat. She ran her fingers through her long curls yet one more time. She felt phantom fingers trace her spine, giving her hot flashes and chills at the same time. If he didn’t wrap it up soon, she would have to relieve herself to the thought of him. He knocked on the kitchen door, causing it swing open and her body lit up like the Vegas strip. He seemed to be able to sense intuitively what she needed and as soon as the door swung closed behind him, he grabbed her. With one hand tangled in her hair and the other lifting her chin he closed his eyes and bent in for the kiss. If she hadn’t already known he was hungry, she could have guessed by the way he gently sucked her lower lip and brought his tongue in languidly to taste her mouth. If she had possessed any of her faculties, she would have been thankful she had just applied berry lip-gloss to her lips rather than the medicated stuff. Her faculties, however, had vacated her body, along with her breath and her ability to stand.

Using mostly the force of his mouth and one hand wrapped around her waist, he backed her into the wall until she was propped up against it, which was fortunate because she felt as if she was falling to the floor. He felt this happening and lifted he up, totally supporting her weight in a tight embrace. It was a surreal surrender the likes of which she had never felt, but hoped she would frequently feel again. They found a hundred places to put a persons lips on necks and faces, they used their tongues as exploratory devices, feeling and tasting each other out. He managed to get he dress over her head without letting her go and she maneuvered her fingers around the strings of his pants until the fell uselessly to the floor. By the time he had her nude and was sampling the pleasures found between her neck and navel, she had a new strength to wrap her legs around his waist; then in a trick her body seemed to teach herself, she used her feet to slip his boxers down to his ankles. She lifted herself up, positioning her nipples teasingly in front of his face while she positioned herself over the head of his cock and slowly enough that he could feel the warmth of her before he ever entered her, she lowered herself onto him in a way that made them both straighten up in seeming shock. His arms were muscular enough to hold her and bounce her on top of him, until she kissed him hard enough that they toppled to the floor, knocking over a vase from the counter.

Neither seemed to notice or care about the accident. Wet from excitement, exertion and perfumed rosewater spilled over their chests, they slipped onto and into each other in a harmonic rhythm. He touched her everywhere, never ceasing to find a whole new area to explore as she rode him, first forward, then backwards, leaning into him until he was able to hold her and control the pumping of their bodies himself. She gave into him and allowed herself to fall into that euphoric trancelike state right before she was about to come.

He could tell by her guttural moans and the shivering of her hips that she was almost there, and thus sped his tempo up, matching his thrusts to the way she squeezed his thigh with her hand. She came and he continued pumping, drawing her out farther and farther until she thought she would have to beg him to stop for the overwhelming feeling of it, when he finally came with a loud yell through clenched teeth. She leaned into him and closed her eyes, smiling and panting as her heart rate began to settle. She couldn’t decide what she wanted next, food, sleep, or more of what she had just tasted.

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I shouldn’t have been as horny as I was when I entered the salon that day. While I hadn’t seen Penny, my fuck-friend, or Autumn, my jerk-off buddy, all week because of conflicting schedules, I still had had to time to masturbate to the memories of all the wild things that had gone on in recent weeks. I had jerked-off shortly after awaking on this particular day, but by lunch my cock was straining against my jeans, making for a very difficult workday. I hoped the old lady I was working for didn’t notice the bulge, or if she did, I hoped she didn’t think it was for her.

By the end of the long, long day, I was ready to explode. It didn’t help matters when I remembered that Autumn was still away with family or something, and Penny was having a study session with some classmates from the community college tonight. As I stepped into the shower, I decided I’d have to make myself cum again, or I’d never get to sleep.

I stepped into the warm spray and fantasized about the incredible scenarios that had turned my life around this summer. There was Autumn, with the body of a goddess and red hair that flickered like fire, who would finger herself for me in her room as I watched from my neighboring window. Then Penny, who loved tasting me, as she had told me on a number of occasions that my cum tasted like candy. I could almost feel her tongue swirling around me passionately, her lips massaging my shaft. And then there was…

I snapped out of my trance and stopped pumping my wet, soapy cock just before I hit that point of no return. I had forgotten all about it—my hair cut appointment! I jumped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off, and threw on the first thing I could find—some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Then I bolted out the door, hoping I had time to get there before the doors at Style’s Salon closed for the evening.

Because my work often ran late, and because Style’s Salon didn’t take walk-ins, I had to have a special arrangement with the owner in order to get my haircut there. On every last Thursday of the month, she would keep the store open an extra half-hour just for me. It was a quarter past nine P.M., so I was already fifteen minutes late.

Sure, there were other places in town I could’ve gone during the week, and any barber could do for eight bucks to my hair what a stylist would charge for twelve, but Style’s Salon was a special place to me. My late mother had worked there for a time, before I was born, and then became a regular customer. I had sat in the waiting area many times as a child, and while most employees would come and go, the owner, Style, was like an old friend. Besides that, being a horny eighteen-year old, sitting in the company of a bunch of beautiful women in a room full of mirrors was better than waiting in some dank barber shop with a bunch of old men.

I got to the salon twenty minutes late, which wasn’t bad. My basic haircut could be done in ten minutes. If it took longer, it was just because Style was chatting away and taking her time. She was an animated character that loved to laugh, and loved to make others laugh. When she opened the salon years before I was born, she changed her name to Style, which was a pretty wild decision back then in what had been a very subdued community. Style had told me a number of times how hard those first years were—her a teenager with a wild name and pink hair running her own business in a town that just wasn’t ready for a “modern” salon.

With the help of my mom and a few others, though, Style’s Salon became infamous, and Style was more than willing to cater to my odd schedule. She was now in her early or mid forties, and as I walked into the empty shop and spotted her, I was amazed by how smoking hot she still looked. It wasn’t just that I was horny from having abandoned my orgasm minutes ago—no, Style was no less a knockout now than she was ten years ago. Anyone who didn’t know would have sworn she had just turned 30, at most.

She had platinum blonde hair that still had streaks of pink in it, her favorite color. Her face alone, delicate and smooth, could have gotten her a modeling contract with Victoria’s Secret, and it still amazes (and disappoints) me that her body never made it to the pages of Playboy. I know there are rumors that her huge DD breasts must be fake, not just because of their size, but because of how perfectly they’ve held up through the years, but having known Style literally my whole life, I knew the truth was that her chest was as natural as was the desire of any man to see them. The smooth curve of her plump little ass and some of the longest legs on the planet were just topping on the cake.

We said our hellos, and I made an apology, and all was business as usual as she guided me toward the chair.

“I hope you don’t have to be anywhere, soon,” I said as we moved to the back.

Style liked to give me my late night cuts in the far end of the shop, out of view of the windows, so any passerby wouldn’t think she was open. She also doused the lights, leaving on only the one right above gaziantep escortları our workstation. The music was always off, and at times like now, when there were no other employees left in the building, it was dead quiet except for the two of us. Sometimes that made me feel uncomfortable, but more recently, it was a bit of a rush—even a turn on.

“No, Gavin, don’t worry about that,” Style said in that luscious voice. “I try to keep my Thursday nights open so I can get rested up for the weekend.”

As we neared the chair, she gave me a double take.

“Are you sweating?”

“No,” I replied. “I was in the shower when I remembered I was supposed to be here. I didn’t even get to soap up.”

She laughed, throwing her head back, and I took the chance to get a better look at her form. She was wearing a short white skirt with nylons, and pink high heels. But while looking at her legs was a treat, seeing her top was a gift from Heaven. She wore a pink shirt with a white jacket, which together formed a beautiful frame of her incredible cleavage. Sometimes I wondered how she didn’t fall over from being so top-heavy; maybe that’s why her legs and ass were in such good shape—from constantly having to catch herself when off-balance.

My eyes were still stuck in the deep crevasse of flesh on her chest when Style looked back at me.

“Do you need a shampoo then?” she asked.

I heard the words, but didn’t have the mind control to look away until a moment after she spoke. I fumbled with a reply, knowing I’d been caught when I finally looked into her eyes. She just smiled, suppressing a laugh, and took my shoulder to guide me back to the shampoo area.

“Come on,” she chuckled. “I’ll finish what you started.”

My cock twitched at those words, and I thought; If only you knew.

I laid back on the chair and rested my neck on the padded edge of the sink, waiting as Style prepared out of view. Staring up toward the ceiling, my mind kept jumping back to that embarrassing little moment, and then even further back, to the sight of Style’s massive breasts squeezed together in that little pink top. No wonder her chest held up well after all these years; she probably wore a miracle bra every day, never giving her bosom a chance to droop.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of my dick growing rapidly. I was immediately alert, as in my haste to make it here on time, I hadn’t put on boxers under my sweatpants. Add to that the fact that the wet material was clinging to my skin. Any movement my dick made would be as easy to spot as if I were wearing nothing at all. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and there was no easy way out of this vulnerable position, and yet these fears weren’t shrinking my erection, but only making it bigger and more obvious.

I was about to move my hands to cover myself, knowing it would look ridiculous but hoping it would get me through the shampoo, when Style suddenly appeared at my side. She had taken off her white jacket, probably so the sleeves wouldn’t get wet, which fully revealed the pink tank top and just that much more of her chest. My dick jumped off my stomach and pointed upward, making a tent in my pants that I could feel and Style could undoubtedly see.

I squirmed in the chair, trying to disguise the movement, but it was no use. Style’s eyes went down to my crotch, widened, then she looked away, smiling and biting her lip.

“I’m sorry–” I began.

“About what? Being late?” she said. “I told you, I don’t have anything to do tonight.” Then she gave me her sexist grin. “I’m all yours, remember?”

Before I could respond, Style started the water and aimed the hot spray on my head. I closed my eyes as droplets splashed onto my face. It all felt great, and was a welcome distraction that would help to make my erection disappear. But just as I felt myself relaxing, Style stopped the water, then shot a couple gobs of warm shampoo into my hair.

Her hands were on me instantly, massaging my scalp as she worked the soap in. Her tough was firm, but not tough, and then grew softer, gentler, until she was just tracing the tips of her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so damned nervous and horny, I could have fallen asleep right there. Instead, my dick was only growing, pointing even higher towards the ceiling.

I opened my eyes to the spectacular view of Style’s DDs practically falling out of the large neck hole in her tank top. She was leaning over me, her cleavage just inches from my face. I could see her large nipples erect and straining against the thin, tight fabric. From this angle, I could tell that my earlier theory was incorrect—she was not wearing a miracle bra, or any bra for that matter. If that pink shirt gave way, I would be happily suffocated by Style’s naked tits.

Still massaging my head, Style moved down further, to rub the base of my skull where it meets the neck. Doing so brought her chest further down, and at first I thought I should move away, to avoid another embarrassing moment. But before I could react, her cleavage was on me, my nose buried between her breasts and smelling her sweet perfume. If she wasn’t going to pull back, either was I.

Style’s next move was even more unexpected, as she took me by the back of the head and pulled me harder against her chest, guiding me to rub my face between her tits. I was breathing so hard, and her flesh was getting wet with moisture from my hot breath, and yet I held back from licking her. I still wasn’t sure how far she was willing to go, and didn’t want to assume anything.

She, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what I wanted, because in the next moment Style ran one hand up to the top of my head, then grabbed the neck of her shirt and pulled it down. At first nothing happened—her breasts were too big to fall through–so she pulled harder until I heard the fabric tear. Then her tits fell naked and free, one huge, firm orb on each side of my face. She continued to rub my head into her, and then moved her chest from side to side so that her breasts were dragging across my entire face. Her hard nipples, each over an inch long, poked at my eyes and dropped into my mouth, which was frozen open with bewilderment.

She moved up and down, from side to side, and I could no longer hold back from licking. I grabbed her waist to assure her I was into this (as if there was any question of that!), then opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked whatever she offered me, whether it was a breast, a nipple or the skin of her chest between. Then she rose up on me so far that I was slapping my tongue across her flat stomach. When this happened, her tits fell against the top of my head, and the soap in my hair smeared all over them. Next I felt the spray of the hot water as Style rinsed off my head and her soapy breasts at the same time.

When she finished, she lowered herself back down, dragging her wet, slippery boobs back across my face. I licked at the droplets and drank what I could get into my mouth, but this moment was short-lived. Style backed away, pulled her shirt back up as best she could, then gave me a towel to dry off.

A sat up, letting the water run down my body. For a moment I didn’t move, stuck between the shock of what had just happened, and the dread that it might be over just as quickly. Style didn’t say a word as she dried her hands and did a quick clean up of the shampoo workstation, which was unlike her. Finally she broke the silence.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I feared that she had decided her impulse was wrong, and now she might ask me to go, never to return. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, not just because of how hot I was right now, but because I didn’t want to lose Style as the life-long friend she was.

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” I said. “We didn’t do anything wrong. It was just a surprise, for both of us.”

She shook her head. “Yeah, a surprise. I’m twenty years older than you. I knew you as a baby. God, I can’t imagine what you must think of me right now. Some cradle robbing old woman—”

“No,” I interrupted. “I’ve never thought of you as old. You’re younger and more full of life than most people my age. I’ve fantasized about you for as long as I can recall, but I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.”

It was all true, what I said, as Style looked like the sexiest being in the world as she stood there in front of me, with her dripping wet chest barely contained in that torn shirt which clung to her more tightly than ever before. There were small traces of soap still lingering on her cleavage that only increased this sexual image. And she was breathing hard, still pumped from what had just transpired. Her lips were full and wet, and her eyes registered a need that was matched only by my own. “So let’s just be fair about this,” I said, taking control with a grin. “You washed my hair…”

I stood up from the chair and reached for her hand.

“Now let me wash yours.”

Style looked at me first with disbelief, then with pure lust and passion. She took my hand gently, then practically jumped on me, slamming her tongue down my throat. She was a tall woman, at least a few inches taller than me, and so I was at her mercy as she bent my head back and swirled her tongue in my mouth. Embraced, we backed up to the chair and spun so that she could lie down on it without us ever having to break our kiss.

She layed her head in the sink and I crawled on top of her, straddling her on the chair with our tongues never parting. Blindly, I reached up for the shower nozzle and fumbled with it until it turned on, shooting a steady, hot spray of water into her shimmering pink and platinum locks.

I positioned the nozzle so it was directed into her hair on it’s own, freeing my hands to massage her head as she had mine. My fingers slipped through her long, wet hair and rubbed her scalp as Style moaned with pleasure into my mouth.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss for the first time, and we looked into each other’s eyes as my fingers caressed her hair. I glanced down at her cleavage, and she must have read my mind, because before I moved my hands, she grabbed her shirt herself and tugged and tugged until it ripped even further. Her breasts hung free once again, and I dropped my head to them, licking the nipples, than taking as much of the massive tits as I could into my mouth.

While my own fingers never stopped running through her hair, Style’s fingers had made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants. She tugged them down, exposing my rock hard cock, and I instantly ground it against her crotch. She then arched her back and reached behind her waist to unclasp her mini-skirt. As soon as it was loose, Style yanked it off of herself and tossed it to the floor. Then we continued humping, grinding our sex together with fury. Her nylons were still on, but it felt so good to rub my cock on her pussy, that neither of us wanted to take the time to pull them off just yet.

My impatience got the best of me before hers did. I removed a hand from Style’s hair and grabbed the waist of the nylons. I tried tugging them down, but to no avail, so Style helped by tearing at the other side until suddenly—RIP—the fabric tore from the waist to halfway down her thigh. It was all the chance we needed.

I slid against her clit a few times to lube myself with her juice, then stuffed my throbbing cock into her pussy. Style jumped and bucked beneath me, screamed out, then grabbed my ass and forced my groin to pound hard against hers, driving me deep inside of her. I put my hand back in her hair and my tongue back between her lips, and then we really started fucking. I was driving so hard into her cunt that the chair would’ve fallen over if it hadn’t been bolted to the floor. Style was screaming into my mouth and I was grunting into hers. This went on for what seemed like forever, until Style let go of my ass and pulled out of the kiss.

She licked my neck, then, panting, said, “Sit up, but keep fucking me. I want to see my pussy.”

I did as instructed, kneeling between her legs on the recliner. To help give me balance, and grabbed her legs and guided them over me so her silky cavs were resting on my shoulders. Then I held her firm thighs and returned to pounding her cunt.

She, meanwhile, grabbed the showerhead and fixed the nozzle so it was shooting a single, firm stream of water. Then she positioned it so it moved over her body, first spraying hard against her tits, splashing them and getting water everywhere, then down her stomach. Finally, Style screamed when she had it aimed where she wanted: her pussy.

The hot stream was thick enough to stimulate her clit while hitting the top of my shaft just outside of her pussy lips. It felt incredible, and I groaned while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. With so much sensation, I slowed down to keep myself from coming, but that only seemed to add to Style’s delight. She grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples as the water splashed across our entire bodies and poured onto the floor.

Then Style went rigid, and she began thrashing her body wildly. Her torn clothes slapped wetly against her skin. Her breasts bounced together, apart, then back together. She ground her hips up to meet my thrusts, making the water splash back across her with each penetration.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God!” she screamed as she came. She nearly bucked me right off the chair. If I didn’t have a death grip on her slippery thighs, I probably would have flipped over backwards and cracked my head open.

Instead, I rode her out, but by the time her orgasms had subsided, mine was creeping up on me with no looking back.

“I’m really close,” I warned her through clenched teeth.

The words had barely left my mouth when she replied, “Fuck my tits.”

I pulled out and straddled her torso on the chair in seconds while she changed the stream on the nozzle back to the full, lighter setting. It was still pointed at us, though, and so it was as if we were making love in a rainstorm, with water shooting past us continuously, drenching us completely. I grabbed her huge tits and slid my dick between them, already relishing how the sturdy flow made her so slippery. With each of my thrusts, water was splashing from her cleavage to across her face. She closed her eyes to shield herself from the onslaught, and opened her mouth to breath through the deluge.

But even this wasn’t enough for Style. She reached to the side of the sink and grabbed the shampoo. Instead of merely flipping up the cap, she unscrewed it and poured the warm liquid onto her tits and my cock. Then she tossed the bottle and used her hands to soap the both of us up. The lathering suds all over my body felt like nothing I had ever imagined.

Soon, we were so covered in the stuff that we looked like we were in the middle of a car wash. And there was still enough gel on our bodies that had yet to foam up. I scooped a handful of the gel from just under Style’s neck, then wiped it on my dick as I continued to fuck her slippery cleavage. But two strokes in and I was gone, and I yelled out to announce it.

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Chapter 2

Lilly Meets the Foot Ball Team

The light filtered in softly through the drawn blinds in Lilly’s room illuminating her face and pulling her out of the gentle embrace of sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the crisp white paint of her ceiling letting herself wake slowly. She rolled over and cringed in confusion at the pain flooding from her pussy before reality sunk in. Her trip to the head masters office the previous day had starched her formerly virgin pussy in ways she never could have imagined possible before and it was taking its toll on her body now.

Walking over to her closet she began assembling the pieces of her ward robe, taking careful care to ensure that she wore panties this time, though she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to repeat the previous day’s activity or try and forget that they had ever happened but she was positive that she didn’t want to do it while she felt like this. The throbbing pain coming from her pussy made her much more inclined towards the latter, she mused to herself. standing in front of the full length mirror attached to the back of her closet door she paused to admire herself, she had full lush breasts, which seemed to run in her family, a large C bordering on D’s, but 6 years of sports and strenuous exercise on her part had removed the majority of the fat from the rest of her body as well as tightening and toning her body resulting in a figure which any man would kill to get their hands on. The gentle curves of her hips led her eyes down to the dark cleft between her legs where the pouty lips of her pussy peaked back at her. While never having much of an inclination towards sex before the previous day Lilly had always made sure to keep her pussy cleanly shaven except for a small strip from the top of her slit to just under her underwear line.

“I think they call that a landing strip…” Lilly mused silently to herself,

Running her fingers gently over the tuft of hair, originally she had shaved all of it for hygienic reasons but hadn’t liked the way it looked and the adding of the strip had given her a more mature look. Cutting her musings short Lilly pulled on a lacy black thong and matching bra before putting on the mandatory plaid skirt and white blouse which were mandatory for her school. Getting ready to leave her room the small black bag sitting by her bed caught her attention. Reaching inside of it she pulled out the tiny vibrator which the clerk had called a bullet. Though she had been shocked and humiliated by the encounter with the head master it had awoken something in her which she had never known was there before, she decided that she would put the little thing through its paces during her free period later in the day and slipped it into her back pack.

The head master put down the report he had been reading an tapped his chin in consideration. He had been getting additional complaints about the lesbian girl he had fucked the other day; it seemed several of the teachers had seen her making out in one of the hall ways with her girl friend again.

“Some people never learn.” he said to himself “I guess I will have to come up with a better punishment this time the last one doesn’t seem to have been very effective.” he paused

Trying to think of something that would deter her from continuing her reckless disregard for school rules “I will have to make an example of her” he said, pressing down on the call button he spoke to his secretary “Please tell the football coach that I want the team pulled out of their normal classes during fifth period and assembled in room 169 for a morale building exercise” he said

“Right away Sir.” she said

“Oh and send a note to Miss Anderson as well summoning her to the same place and time.” he added

His secretary nodded taking the two notes and hurrying out of his office to deliver them before the first bell rang

Lilly pulled into her usual parking spot and walked into the building. Walking slowly through the hall packed with students joking and jostling each other, Lilly made her way to her class. Just as her hand reached the knob she heard the bell ring announcing that class would be starting shortly. Lilly walked into her first period class and saw Mr. Jacobs look up at her from his desk.

“Ah I see you were able to make it on time today.” Said Mr. Jacobs a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth “The head master left this note for you” he said

Lilly took the note and quickly walked back to her seat. On folding the thick white paper she saw the tight neat script of the head master. The note said: “Report to Room 269 during 5th Period” and was signed by the head master.

“Hmmm… I wonder what he wants” Lilly gaziantep escortlar asked herself. The first two periods dragged on with insufferable slowness as Lilly waited for her free period. Finely the bell rang, Lilly jumped out of her seat and rushed into the hallway

“I wonder where I could get some privacy.” Lilly wondered

She remembered that the second floor was currently under construction, some sort of remodeling; only they weren’t allowed to work during school hours because of the disruption to the students so the entire second floor was abandoned during school hours

“Perfect.” Lilly said.

Grabbing her back pack she wandered down the hall until she found one of the stair ways leading to the second floor. Looking around she stealthily ducked under the caution tape baring the stairs and climbed up to the second story. The tap, tap, tap of her shoes on the bare concrete floor sounded almost deafening in the eerie silence of the abandoned hall way, Lilly drifted past the empty classrooms and past the heavy construction plastic searching for the perfect place to be alone with her new toy. Finely coming to the end of the hall she saw a door marked teachers lounge and made her way inside. Though the floors and walls where empty she noticed that all of the furniture which had been pushed to the side to clear the way included a very large and plush looking couch which was perfect for what she was looking for. Pushing the door closed she dropped her bag and started rifling through it until she found the tiny vibrator.

“I wonder how I’m supposed to use it?” She asked herself “Well I guess it can’t be that hard.” she said

She walked over to the large couch and sat down before reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties off, she twisted the end of the vibrator counter clockwise until it started vibrating gently in her hand. Laying back against the arm of the couch she spread her legs putting her left leg up on the back of the couch to give herself better access to her pussy. She twitched convulsively with the vibrators first contact with her clit moaning loudly into the empty room. Laying her head back against the arm she lost herself in the pleasure emanating from between her legs. Lilly started making gentle circle motions with the vibrator slowly circling her clit, she could already feel the moisture in her pussy increasing, deciding that she needed more stimulation she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down uncovering her large tits, she started mauling her left tit until finely pulling it into her mouth and sucking on her nipple while switching the bullet up to its highest level. She cried out into the empty class room filling the silence with her moans and the sound of the vibrator. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she almost didn’t notice the door crack open ever so slightly, but by that point she was so lost in her pleasure that there was nothing else she could do but continue, but the intrusion never came, the door opened a crack but no further.

Lilly looked through eyes half lidded with lust and pleasure and saw the mirror which was positioned against the wall in such a way as to give her a direct view of the slightly open door, and what’s more she realized in shock to give the person who was watching her masturbate a perfect view of her exposed body, but it wasn’t a teacher like she had expected but instead Tom. The feeling of being watched made her even hornier and she decided to give him a show worth watching. She let go of her breast and slid her hand down until both were between her legs which were spread as far as they could go. Continuing to give the vibrators full attention to her tender clit she then inserted her first two fingers inside her tight pussy and started to thrust furiously. She was pleased at the effect it produced noticing that tom had moved from simply rubbing himself through his pants to taking his cock out and stroking it rapidly. Lilly was surprised by how thick it looked and moaned loudly to herself as she imagined that it wasn’t her fingers that where inside of her but instead Toms big thick cock pounding away inside of her. Lilly could feel her orgasm starting to build inside of her and kept her half closed eyes locked on the sight of Tom stroking his cock in the mirror while she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. Finely she pressed the bullet down hard on her clit and increased her pace until she was pumping in and out as fast as she could go until she jerked her head back and moaned feeling the muscles of her pussy flexing and sweat beading down in-between her breasts she collapsed exhausted. She glanced over just in time to witness Tom cum all over the floor painting it with the thick white ropes of his sperm before quietly pulling up his pants and sneaking away.

“I guess he liked what he saw.” Lilly laughed quietly to herself “Because I know that I sure did.” She said

She wasn’t quite sure why but the thought of Tom watching her masturbate made her feel incredibly naughty and erotic, a feeling that she was starting to enjoy. Fixing her bra and buttoning up her shirt Lilly got ready to return to the dull drudgery of school.

“I wonder if whatever the head master has planned for me will be as much fun?” she wondered

The rest of the day sped by for Lilly as things often do when you’re worried about something until it came time for 5th period. Picking up her bag she handed her note to her fifth period teacher and headed down to room 169 which was located in one of the adjoining buildings. Oblivious to the long line of male students she was walking past Lilly knocked lightly on the door before entering. As she entered the small room she noticed that the walls where lined with sports equipment, looking up to see the head master waiting

“What is this place? Lilly asked

“It’s the gym teacher’s office” said the Head Master “Now come along we have some business to attend to in the gym.”

“What are we going to do there?” asked Lilly curiously

“You are going to continue your punishment with some community service” said the head master with a wicked smile on his face “There is another student there who you are going to help me punish; in fact” he paused “her punishment is already underway.”

Lilly walked submissively down the hall behind the head master towards the gym “I wonder what I’m going to have to do this time she thought to herself.”

As she walked down the hall she started to hear strange sounds coming from the gym ahead of her. At first she wasn’t sure what she was hearing but the noises soon resolved themselves into the grunting of hard excursion and what sounded like flesh hitting flesh. Walking into the gym proper she beheld the scene in front of her

All of the wrestling mats had be spread on the floor and a girl was kneeling on one of the mats, as she got closer Lilly realized that she wasn’t kneeling her wrists had been bound to her ankles forcing her into a kneeling position with her ass up in the air. 4 naked guys where standing around her all of them were stroking their erect cocks in anticipation, one of them kneeled down grabbed her by the waist and inserted his cock into her and started pounding away at her pussy while one of the others moved around to her front and forced his cock into her mouth and she proceeded to suck on it with large slurping noises. As Lilly watched she saw the ass on the student clench as he continued to pound her pussy dumping his entire load into her pussy and Lilly could tell from the amount of sperm that was leaking out from between her legs that at least four other guys before him had also cum in her.

“Alright, alright let us through.” said the Head Master grabbing Lilly by the wrist and pushing their way through the crowd of students surrounding the helpless girl.

As they approached the other student pulled out of her mouth and covered her face in his cum, and she moaned loudly and strained against her bounds.

“Now Lilly its time for you to help.” said the Head Master

“What do you want me to do?” asked Lilly unsure

“You can see how dirty her pussy is?” asked the Head Master “I want you to get down on your knees and use your tongue to clean it out, oh and you should probably strip down first so you don’t get your uniform dirty I don’t have any spares here.”

Lilly slowly unbuttoned her shirt and bra and then slipped out of her skirt and panties standing completely nude in front of the crowd of student. She blushed looking down embarrassed as the guys stood around her stroking their cocks.

“Get cleaning girl!” said one of the students, slapping her ass to hurry her

Lilly squealed in surprise at the slap on her bare ass and got down on her hands and knees in front of the girl. She could tell that this girl unlike her shaved her pussy completely, she could see the smooth lips of her pussy leaking cum in a thick stream down her legs and was pooling on the floor beneath her. Lilly leaned close and ran her tongue lightly over the outside of the other girls clit causing her to moan and wiggle her ass closer to Lily’s mouth in an attempt to get her to go deeper. Lilly grasped her by her hips and inserted her tongue deep into the other girls cum filled pussy tasting the cum of a half dozen guys. Lilly ran her tongue up and down over her pussy and then deep inside cleaning it out the spunk of all the men who had gone before her she could feel it dripping down her chin and between her breasts. She started to get excited cleaning out the other girls pussy, she leaned down and started sucking on her clit eliciting a squeal of pleasure from girl and she ground her pussy into Lilly’s face encouraging Lilly to go even deeper then before. Lilly was lost in her own pleasure and didn’t notice that the other students had started to crowed around her and where all stroking their cocks excited by seeing Lilly clean their cum out of another girl. One of the less adept students started stroking faster and faster until he ejaculated all over Lilly’s back causing her to jerk back in surprise, noticing for the first time all the guys who had gathered around her. She looked up at a dozen cocks uncertainly.

“Now, now Lilly, don’t be rude you have turned on all these fine young athletes its only fair that you help them take care of it.” Said the head master with a smirk

One of the guys from behind Lilly grasped her by the hips and slammed his cock inside of her tight wet hole and proceeded to start fucking her, grasping her by the hair and fucking her doggy style while the other student cheered. Lilly opened her mouth to moan in pleasure at the thick cock that was pressing against the inside of her pussy and one of the students took that opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth. Wresting control of her hair from the other student he used it as a level forcing her head back and forth on his hard cock. The two students timed their thrusts so they could fuck in time sliding her back and forth on their cocks, she was just getting close to an orgasm when the student in her pussy came violently painting the inside of her womb with his cum and causing her to cover his cock in her cum, The man in her pussy pulled out and was quickly replaced by another who picked up right where the first had left off and spread her legs as he got better leverage to pound her pussy. The student in her mouth grabbed her head and shoved his cock as far into her mouth and filled her mouth with his cum.

“On your back slut!” said one of the students pushing her onto her back. He straddled her chest placing his cock in between her lush full tits, he reached insider her mouth and pulled out some of his friend’s sperm and used it as lube, he grabbed each of her tits and started thrusting in between them using them as a surrogate pussy. Another of the students bent close to Lilly and covered her face with his sperm causing her to squeal in surprise as his cum dripped down her face. The student in between her tits squeezed her tits hard and started cumming in between them covering her tits and her neck with his hot sticky seed. Another of the students in between her legs came again and she could feel it dripping down her ass in between her legs, and pooling on the floor beneath her. As another student entered between her legs Lilly gasped in pleasure as his abnormally large cock slid into her well lubed pussy pumping in and out of her sliding his cock in and out. Lilly grabbed him and begged her to fuck her harder, to fuck her like a slut as her back arched as another orgasm overtook her causing more of the cum which filled her pussy to leak out. The student thrust harder and harder inside of her before grabbing her tits and squeezing them roughly while pumping her full of his sperm. Lilly moaned in pleasure as his hot cum sprayed inside her. He pulled out and Lilly looked up as the remaining students circled around her all stroking their erect cocks quickly. Lilly watched as a dozen men all came at almost the same time covering her face, tits, waist, and pussy with their sperm. The sheer eroticism of it pushed Lilly over the edge giving her an orgasm so large she convulsed on the ground rolling around in the collective sperm of the entire football team as her orgasm rolled through her. As she lay on the ground breathing heavily recovering, she opened her eyes when she felt a tongue on her pussy, looking down she saw that the head master had untied the other girl and she was in the process of returning Lilly’s earlier favor and was cleaning the cum off Lilly’s pussy. Running her tongue up and down Lilly’s slit she spread the lips apart and sucked Lilly’s clit into her mouth. The student did a through job of cleaning her pussy before working her way up to her tits, running her tongue over her breasts removing all of the built up sperm which Lilly was covered in.

“Ahhh… don’t you feel much better now boys?” Asked the Head Master

“Much better Sir, thank you.” answered the students

“Now ladies why don’t you adjourn to the showers and get cleaned up and then get back to class quickly.” said the Head Master.

Lilly helped the other girl up pulling her naked body against her pulling her to her feet they stumbled together towards the showers.

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2 Guys Are Better Than 1

My best friend Jake called me and asked if I’d fly up to visit him to help him move. I never turn down a free trip so off I went. We spent most of the first day putting all of his stuff in boxes, and by nightfall we were both ready for a few beers. We met up with some friends of his, including Darcy, a beautiful redhead with a great body. I flirted with Darcy all night as we went from bar to bar. I thought I was making pretty good progress, even though Jake kept giving me signals to back off, but I just figured he was jealous. Finally, I asked Darcy if she’d ever slept with a guy she’d just met. She laughed and asked if I’d ever slept with a lesbian. I stuttered, not knowing how to respond. She replied, “If you get the chance take it, we’re excellent.”

“Do you exclusively sleep with women, are do you sleep with men also?” I asked, hoping I still had a chance.

“I’d never do a guy. Woman are just so much prettier.” I had to agree with her, even though my hopes for the night were dashed. After that however, Darcy and I were still just as flirtatious, maybe even moreso now that I knew I wasn’t going to get any. Jake still had no idea that I knew, and kept trying to warn me, I played dumb and let him think I thought I still had a chance. The bars all closed down, and the whole group, about nine of us, all went for a night cap at a nearby apartment. We stayed up most of the night telling embarrassing stories and drinking. Darcy was sitting on my lap while Jake continued to give me silent warnings. I got up to use the restroom, and when I returned Jake had taken my place under Darcy’s beautiful backside. Knowing I wasn’t losing out on anything, I simply gaziantep escortlar took the available seat and rejoined the fun.

When time started to take its toll on all of us, Jake called for a cab. In no time the buzzer rang, and Jake and I said our goodbyes to everyone. Jake walked out of the door in front of me, and as I closed the door behind me, I felt a third person following us. “I figured you might want to split the cab three ways.” she smiled.

We walked outside, and I got into the cab first, followed by Darcy, and last was Jake. He barely got the address out before Darcy had him on his back. I was just watching, which meant the two of them were in a rather uncomfortable position on the backseat. “I thought you don’t do guys?” I asked as the two of them kissed passionately.

“I said ‘I’d never do a guy’ two guys is another story.” Then she reached back, grabbed my collar and pulled me on top of her. There we were, the three of us grinding away in the back of the taxi. Jake and I had rolled Darcy’s blouse up, and unfastened her bra, so that we could get to her gorgeous breasts. With the exception of her top, we were all fully clothed, making a dry-hump sandwich. Suddenly the cab came to a stop, and we all fell out of our lust enduced haze. We had fogged up the windows to the point that the driver had turned on the defogger in order to see. We asked how much it was, but he told us for the show we’d just put on, the ride was free. We didn’t argue, and raced upstairs to Jake’s apartment.

It was an easy decision between Jake’s twin bed, and the air mattress I was going to sleep on. We all pulled the clothes off of one another as we clumsily made our way to the bed. Jake fell back onto the bed with his pants around his ankles, and his socks on. Darcy climbed on top of him still wearing her panties, which I quickly freed her of. Lastly, I pulled off my boxers and joined the fray.

Darcy was playing with Jake’s balls and kissing his chest and neck when I climbed into bed. I started by licking from the top of her ass all the way along her spine to the back of her neck. Grabbing her breasts from behind when I got high enough. I kissed her neck while I reached around to finger her. When my hand got to her flower, I felt Jake’s hand already there. I pulled away and went back to her breasts. Then I felt Darcy reach back and begin to tickle my jewelry, as the two of us slowly slid off the side of the bed. Darcy slid so that she was kneeling at the side of the bed, and went to work sucking Jake’s manhood. I slid all the way down to my back and placed my head between her legs. I knew I had my work cut out for me, I’d never eaten out a lesbian before.

I started slowly, licking the inside of her thighs. Then I got higher and higher, until I licked the fold where her ass and thighs meet. I could tell from Jake’s moans, and her upper body movement that she was giving him the blowjob of his life. I slowly began to lick along her pussy entrance, just barely sticking my tongue inside. I could feel her hips press down towards me as I moved upward. Finally, her clit peeked out at me. I gently blew on it, at which point I heard her moan for the first time. Then I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck on it. Her hips really started to push down against me, but I was careful not to put too much pressure on her swollen clit. “You give head like a girl.” I heard her say. With that, I took my index and middle finger, and pressed them into her pussy, rubbing against the bottom wall. She began grinding her hips into my face and moaning just as loud as Jake was. I heard Jake grunt as he came, after which Darcy leaned back and put her full weight on my face. She bobbed up and down as Jake’s cum dribbled out of either side of her mouth. Finally with three strong thrusts and grunts, Darcy orgasmed and fell back on to me.

Darcy excused herself to the bathroom, and it wasn’t long before we heard the shower running. I still had yet to relieve the passion that had built up inside of me, and Jake had been revived watching me eat out Darcy. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds, then raced each other to the bathroom, cocks slapping between our thighs. We both grabbed a bar of soap, jumped in the shower and lathered Darcy from head to toe. We washed her off, and tried to grind against her, Jake in front, me in back, but it was too slippery.

Instead we led her out of the bathroom, and back to the bed. With all of us dripping wet, Jake laid down on his back, and Darcy straddled him. As they began to fuck, I pushed Darcy’s upperbody down to meet Jake’s and lubed her backdoor with my still lathered up fingers. With a loud grunt I entered Darcy perfect ass (she later told me that I was the first animate object to go that route). We all found a rhythm, and grinded to it un blissful unison until we fell asleep, all three of us in a twin bed.

When we awoke we had another go or two, before we decided we needed to finish moving. Darcy helped us move everything on the truck, but even with three of us it took longer than we thought to finish, but that might have had something to do with our frequent breaks.

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Ian sat in class looking over at Marci. Not since high school had he had such a crush on a girl. Marci was a short sweet little thing. Her long wheat colored hair was tucked up in a loose messy bun at the base of her neck. A few curled tendrils had escaped the grasp of her hair band and gently kissed the collar of her soft pink shirt. Ian watched her intently nibbling the end of her pencil while she thought.

Marci felt someone eyes penetrating her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder accusingly and caught his gaze. Ian quickly glanced at the clock. He then met Marci’s eyes apologetically. Marci looked away and then looked back when Ian had turned his attention back to his text book. She had never really noticed him before and she could see why. Ian was clad baggy jeans and a black t-shirt with white lettering on it. She couldn’t make out what it said, but she was sure it was one of those insulting shirts that said something about the voices in your head or something as equally anti social. Marci rolled her eyes and turned back to the front of the room where the instructor was now giving a group project. Only half listening, her thoughts turned back to the boy that kept staring at her. She thought she has heard the teacher say his name before,

“What was it?” she thought to herself. Not that it mattered. He was one of those “freaks”. “Why don’t they realize they aren’t being different? They’re all exactly the same, same clothes, same hair, and the same old party line.” She silently scoffed. Marci was so busily congratulating herself on the witty observation that she missed the cue to begin forming groups for the project before them.

“Damn” she said under her breath as she realized that there were now 5 small groups littering the class room. The teacher approached Marci,

“Ms. Williams, is everything okay?”

“Yes ma’am, I just ah…” Marci looked around the room and caught Ian’s eyes again. “I was just thinking. Sorry, I’ll find a group now.”

“Well Ms. Williams it looks like most of the groups already have enough people, why don’t you join that one please.” Marci frowned as her instructor pointed to Ian’s group.

“Ms. Applegate, I really don’t think that group is a good match for me. I am sure one of the other groups won’t mind having an extra.”

“Ms. Williams didn’t you hear the assignment? I’m sorry but there can not be more than 6 to a group. I need you to please go join your group. We need to move on.” Marci stood there for a moment pleading looking at Ms. Applegate, but with a sigh of defeat, moved across the room towards Ian and the others.

Ian’s heart raced as Marci glided across the linoleum floor. He casually ran his hand thru his dark messy hair. He was blessed with great hair, it always looked perfectly mussed, the same way a $150 haircut does. His hair was the same color as roasted coffee and hung fashionably nearly covering his smoldering eyes.

When Marci reached the group she put on her most personable smile and introduced herself to everyone. Chris, Sarah, and Mark all smiled warmly and introduced themselves as well. Marci then turned to Ian who stood silently. He was sure everyone could hear his heart pounding.

“And you are?” Marci asked much more coarsely than she had intended. Ian looked a bit shocked by the unwarranted tone. Marci quickly plastered a fake smile across her angelic face and touched her hand to her throat as she pretended to clear it.

“Yeah, I’m Ian.” He tried to sound unaffected by her presence. His voice was soft and velvety. It did not sound the way Marci would have thought at all. It was actually quite sexy and Marci was taken aback a bit, and then she gave him a genuine smile.

After about forty five minutes of batting around ideas for their project and presentation, Ian and Marci were becoming almost comfortable talking to each other. Class dismissed and Ian decided to take the bull by the horns and ask Marci out. She was shocked and declined without hesitation. Ian was crushed.

“Oh, well, yeah, tha-that’s cool. I just thought, yeah. Um, no big thing. Next time or something.” He choked out, and turned to walk to his car. He had gotten about 10 feet and was already feeling like a complete ass when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Ian, umm, you didn’t give me your number.” Marci was holding out a pen and pink lined notepad.

“Uh, what for?” Ian sounded confused.

“For the project. You and I were going to research while the others were going to start on the presentation. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ian took the girly pen and pink pad and scribbled down his number. Still feeling embarrassed and defeated he avoided looking at her.

Several days passed and Marci couldn’t stop thinking about Ian. She was so consumed with thoughts of him she could not artvin escort concentrate on the sermon the pastor was giving. She even missed the cue for the choir to stand and begin the hymn. She just sat there chewing on her thumb nail desperately trying to turn her thoughts to more churchlike things. After the choir had finally been dismissed she went to the choir room to take off her robe and hang it with the others. She was the last one there and everyone had already gone. The room was dark as she entered, and she was so lost in her thoughts that she did not even bother turning on the light before entering. Still biting on thumb nail she began thinking about Ian and what it would be like to have him saying dirty little things to her in that sexy voice. She was lightly sucking on her thumb and running it across her moist lips. She giggled quietly to herself as she thought about how she would love to do that to Ian. She slowly unzipped her choir robe thinking of how she would if he were standing right there. She let the robe fall to the floor and closed her eyes picturing Ian standing there watching her. She felt a familiar tickle beneath her panties and realized she was already wet. She ran her hand up her inner thigh and underneath her skirt working her way up to the warm damp spot on her panties. Marci moaned ever so quietly as she rubbed herself delicately. Just then the light flicked on.

“Oh love, I didn’t know anyone was in here!” Mrs. State exclaimed when she saw Marci.

“OH!” Marci jumped and spun around. “Thank you I couldn’t find the switch. It thought it was on the other wall and then I just gave up looking for it.” Marci rushed to pick up the choir robe and hang it in the wardrobe.

“Ever since we switched rooms I always end up going to the other wing first myself. You better hurry off love, you mother and the pastor are looking for you.” Marci rushed out of the room flushed and embarrassed.

It had been a week since class and Marci was looking forward to seeing Ian in person again. He had been a frequent visitor in her daydreams, but she would actually see him tonight. She put on her favorite jeans and lovely little pink tank top with a beaded over shirt that flattered her bust line. She took an extra thirty minutes fixing her hair and makeup so she looked like she spent no time on it at all. She wanted to look carelessly sexy, and was realizing it was an awful lot of work. She got to class and took her seat looking around for Ian. His seat was empty but there was still time before class started. When Ian didn’t show up Marci was very disappointed. She got to her car, and pulled out the pink slip of paper she had been carrying for a week. She unfolded the perfectly creased square and looked at her cell phone.

“I should really call and check on him. What if he is sick? The least I could do is offer to take him my notes. That’s just a courteous thing to do, and I don’t want him to fall behind, we do have a project to do!” Marci finished justifying the call to herself and then reached for the phone.

Ian was sitting on his bed flipping channels. He was still pretty bummed about being rejected by the pretty little Miss Marci and had spent the week trying to vilify her in his mind. It was almost working, but he just couldn’t face going to class and seeing her tonight. It was too soon he told himself. So he sat there, rotting his brain with TV and beer trying not to think of that pretty little thing. The phone rang a few times before it woke Ian out of his revelry.

“Hello.” Ian answered.

“Hi, may I speak to Ian Brooks please? This is Marci Williams; I am in his Thursday evening class.” Ian went cold inside. His stomach flipped and his voice choked as he tried to speak.

“Uh, yeah, this is Ian. What’s up?” he barely mumbled.

“Oh wow, you sound awful! Are you sick? Is that why you missed class tonight?” Marci asked and seemed a bit overly concerned to Ian for someone who didn’t want to go out with him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling up to class tonight.” He didn’t lie, he just omitted the reason.

“I missed you tonight.” Marci couldn’t believe that flew out of her mouth. Ian heart leapt on the other end of the phone.

“Really?” he asked shocked.

“Well, yes. We are on a team and we did need you there tonight. I wanted to know if you wanted me to bring you the notes from class and fill you in on what the group discussed about the presentation.”

“Doesn’t Applegate post the class notes online each week?”

“Oh yeah. Silly me.” Marci felt like a fool for calling now. “Okay then, well I just wanted to see if you wanted me to stop by and bring you that on the way home, but in that case I’ll just see you next week.”

“No, that’d be great. Stop by. Yeah!” Ian was already aydın escort on his feet and pacing in anticipation. He looked around, and then he looked down at what he was wearing.

“I need directions from Pine Street.” Marci could help but grin as she jotted down the very detailed directions. It seemed that Ian didn’t want her to get lost. “If he only knew what I have in store for him.” She thought.

Marci arrived shortly after hanging up the phone with Ian. He didn’t live far from the campus. She had barely finished knocking when the door was abruptly pulled open from the inside.

“Hi.” Ian said breathlessly. He had been busing himself making sure he was presentable before she arrived.

“Hi.” Marci smiled shyly. Now that she was in front of him suddenly she seemed to lose all of her confidence in coming there.

“Come in.” Ian opened the door wider and showed Miss Marci into the crowded little apartment. There he had a room mate and they were in a band together. There was equipment and clutter everywhere. The kitchen sink was clear and the floor was reasonably clean Marci noted. She looked around and then settled herself on the lumpy futon sofa.

“Here’s the notes.” She handed him a pink three ring binder. “I’ll just get them from you in a few days. We talked about having a power point presentation for the project. You’re okay with that right?”

“Oh yeah, whatever. That’s cool.”

“So,” Marci looked around, “You’re in a band?”

“Yeah, I sing.” Marci smiled she knew his voice was incredible but hadn’t thought he had such talent. “I play guitar too, but mainly I sing.”

“Wow. I sing a little bit. Well, only in my church choir.” Marci felt stupid telling him this, but was trying to find something to talk about before she had to leave.

“I knew you were a good girl. I could tell just by looking at you.” Ian smirked.

“I knew you were an asshole. I could tell by your insulting t-shirts.” She countered quickly. Ian chuckled. He never meant to insult her, but realized how it must have sounded.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t’ mean it like that.” He apologized. Marci felt a surge of confidence and stood up and looked at him then crossed over to where Ian was standing flipping carelessly through the notebook she gave him. She grabbed the notebook and turned around. Ian not wanting her to leave reached to stop her.

“Marci, I’m sorry really, I didn’t mean it.” She put the notebook on the coffee table and looked at him and smiled wickedly making Ian nervous.

“Ian, do you know what separates the good girls from the bad girls? Good girls never tell.” Marci walked right up to him and was inched from his face, still with that devilish look.

“Don’t tell what?” He asked. Marci placed her hands on his chest and ran them up to his shoulders.

“Shh. I told you, good girls never tell.” She pushed up onto her toes and planted her sweet vanilla flavored lips on his. Ian was stunned and stood frozen while Marci licked his lower lip gingerly and tasting her own lip gloss. “Mmm.” She backed away and looked at him and giggled lightly.

Ian was not going to wait for her to change her mind and reached for her. He pulled her up to him and kissed her hard. Pushing his tongue into her mouth without an invitation, but he was met with the eager welcome of Marci’s fluttering tongue. She melted when she felt that his tongue was a warm and velvety as his voice. He could barely control himself and his hands gruffly explored the peaks and valleys of her petite form. She could feel the river flow free between her legs.

“Where’s your room?” She asked breathlessly. Ian stood there shocked. He could not believe this was happing. He thought he must be dreaming. He picked Marci’s tiny body up and she wound her long legs tightly around his waist. While she traced the outer lobe of ear with her tongue she whimpered softly. Ian carried her quickly to his bedroom. He lowered her gently to bed and lay on top of her kissing her neck and working his way down to her soft perky breasts. She sat up and shed her over shirt and tank top. She looked so hot and very naughty as she laid on the bed in front Ian in just her lacy white bra and jeans. Her long hair looked like the golden fire of the sun framing her angelic face. Ian pulled his black t shirt over his head to reveal his defined chest. He covered her again, this time his silver chain that held a dragon pendant hung down touching Marci’s delicate cream colored chest. She shivered slightly at the new sensation and thrust her hips up against him. His eager cock was all ready rock hard. He quickly kissed her soft stomach working his way down to her tight jeans. He sat up and then freed the button of her pants and was working on her zipper when he felt her balıkesir escort hand stop him.

“Uh uh.” Marci took advantage of his confused state and pushed him back on the bed, then zipped and buttoned her pants again.

“That’s not for you.” She said in a teasing seductive voice. Now Ian was very confused. Why was she doing this? Marci strattled him, kissing his lips sweetly and then tracing his jaw line with the tip of her wet tongue. Her hair tickled his face as she worked her way down to his bare chest. Ian’s naturally tanned skin slid effortlessly under Marci’s tongue. She toyed with his nipples and ran her tongue slowly and teasingly down to his naval. She unbuttoned his baggy jeans and with his help slid them off.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Ian sat up on his elbows and looked down at Marci who had begun to pull on his boxers and had already exposed his erect muscle. Ian nodded. “I want hear you tell me. Tell me you want me to suck you cock.”

“Marci, I want you to do it.” Ian begged.

“Do what?” Marci gave Ian such an innocent look as she yanked his shorts down to his knees. She was biting her lower lip and looking at his throbbing cock. Ian realized she was a bad girl at heart and he was going to play her game. “I want you to suck my cock. Please baby.” He begged again shamelessly.

Marci giggled. She wrapped her hands around his fleshy rod and rubbed her lips against it. She pulled away and then repeated the motion this time adding her tongue.

“Uhh,” Ian moaned. Next she opened her mouth and took him in as far as she could. Drawing back slowly and sucking ever so slightly when she reached his bubble gum pink head. He let his head fall back in enjoyment.

Marci pumped him purposefully as she lubricated his shaft with long glistening strands of her own saliva. Once he was nearly dripping from her mouth she returned sucking him. She used her tongue to massage the sensitive under side of his slippery cock. Ian was near to climax when Marci pulled away.

He opened his eyes to see she had taken her bra off and was playing with her own beautiful bare breasts. They were soft and perfect. They were exactly what he had fantasized about Marci having. He reached up and touched her modest full “B” cups. He rolled one of her nipples hard between his fingers. Marci inhaled sharply, and pinched the other nipple herself. Ian pulled on her captive nipple and watched her back arch with pleasure.

“Do you like that?” Ian asked gleefully.

“Oh yes!” Marci whined. Ian took hold of both nipples and rubbed them. She pulled away gently from him and then pressed her naked bosoms into his chest and placed her knees on either side of his left leg and pressed herself into leg. Her jeans were warm and damp from her own juices as she rubbed her self up and down on his naked thigh. Marci rode Ian’s leg hard, moaning and whimpering as she brought herself close to climax. With the friction she was making and vocal performance Ian almost came right then. Marci finished herself off and panted for a moment. Ian moaned almost begging her to let him come. Marci pushed herself back onto her knees and turned her attention to his aching cock. Once again she licked and sucked until his rod gleamed. This time instead of pumping him with her hands, Marci bent low to him and rubbed her tits on his cock. Ian was amused; he has seen this done on porn, but never had experienced it for himself. It felt so good when she pushed her breast around his wet cock, fucked him with her tits. Ian could feel himself on the verge of orgasm.

Marci saw his readiness and almost in giving him permission asked, “Do you want come on me?”

“Uhhhh” was the only response he could give her. Marci then rolled over onto her back and placed her hands on her tits pushing them together. Ian jumped on top of her without hesitation and began fucking the tight space she had provided him. Ian did not hold back and let himself come. He shot his hot salty load across her cheek and into her hair.

Marci sat up and looked around for her abandoned clothes. Ian got up and retrieved a towel out of a basket carelessly left in the corner of his room. Marci took the towel and looked it over then smelled it.

“It’s clean, I just did laundry.” Ian told her. She smiled and cleaned off the evidence of the liaison. Ian had already put his boxers and jeans back on and sat down next to Marci as she finished putting her over shirt back on.

“Well, I’ll just get the notes from you in class on Thursday, I don’t really need them.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.” Ian looked at her; he was still very confused about what had just happened.

“Well, I gotta go. See you in class.” And with that, Marci walked through the doorway. Ian followed behind. “Oh, and Ian,” she turned around to face him, “this never happened.” Marci smiled with that devilish little smirk.

Ian didn’t speak to Marci except during class. Whenever he saw her Marci would flash him that wicked little smile that made him a little nervous and his stomach flip. Even though he ached to ask her out again, he knew she would say no.

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I had been waiting for weeks to be able to do this. My mouth was almost watering with anticipation as you slowly start to unhook your bra. My favorite thing in the world especially concerning sex is to go down on you. I just love the control and power that I hold over you as I explore your delicious treasure. I love watching and feeling your body respond especially feeling your body squirm, your pussy get wetter, and the facial expressions you make.

I start to lick my lips as your bra slides off your arms and you turn around slowly sliding your panties down your legs as you bend over giving a beautiful view of your gorgeous and your already wet pussy. You give me one of the most sexy and seductive smiles as you turn around and pose for me with your hands on your hips. I move forward and place my hand on the back of your head pulling you in for a soft sensual kiss that quickly turns passionate. I slowly start to snake my tongue out of my mouth and slide it slowly along your lips until you open them up inviting it in.

Our tongues start to snake and slide around exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths as we embrace each other. I can feel your silky smooth skin pressing against my skin. Your nipples are starting to grow almost like eraser tips pressing into my skin. I start kissing my way from your mouth over to your ear where I start to nibble on your earlobe and whisper to you that I want you to lay back down onto the bed. You lay back into the bed and I take a second to look down and Escort Eryaman admire your flawless body. I take my hands and slowly slide them up your legs until I get to your knees then I gently push them apart allowing me to walk closer to you.

I bend down and start to kiss you as we were before as my cock rubs softly up and down your dripping wet pussy. I start kissing over to your ear again making sure I nibble on your earlobe as I whisper to you all that I am going to do to you. I can feel you body squirm and shiver under me as I explain how I am going to explore your pussy. I start to move down from your ear and start to kiss your neck which makes you let out a soft moan as you throw your head back. I nibble on your neck enough to leave a mark, which only furthers your moans and your shivers. I started to kiss down to your collarbone area then I moved towards your breasts.

I slowly started to make circles around your left breast by kissing and licking your skin that all culminated to your nipple but I made sure not to actually touch your nipple just yet. I could hear your breathing start to pick up as I did this and a sigh of disappointment when I did not touch your nipple but your breathing picked up again once I moved over toward your other breast. I did the same treatment to that breast making your breathing become even more labored and your eyes start to roll into the back of your head. Once I get close to your nipple, I stop and rise up looking at you and wink Eryaman Escort as you raise your head giving me a look of disappointment.

Once I wink at you, I quickly move down and start to suck your on your left nipple making your back arch, your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you moan loudly. I start to swirl my tongue around your nipple and use my right hand to pinch and play with your other nipple. Once I am finished assaulting your left nipple, I give your right nipple the same treatment. Your breathing is becoming really labored and your moans are becoming louder. I start to lick and kiss my way down your stomach once I am done with your nipples towards your dripping wet pussy. I can hear you encouraging me on in between moans but once I get right above your pussy I move to my right and start to lick and kiss down your legs. I hear another sigh of disappointment but I know you will thank me later.

I kissed my way down to your feet where I took each of your toes and sucked on them slowly sliding my tongue around them as though they were just larger versions of your magnificent clit. I could feel your body shake and shiver as well as hear you moan as I work on your toes. Once I am done with your toes, I slowly start to lick and kiss my way back up your inner thigh towards your pussy. I can feel your back start to arch slightly and your breathing almost stop, as I get closer to your pussy.

I do not start to delve into your pussy instead I lightly blow Eryaman Escort Bayan onto it before I move over to your other leg and give it the same treatment. Once I reach back up to your pussy, I look up and wink at you but you can’t stand it anymore. You take my head in your hands and force my head down onto your pussy. I feel as though I am either going to drown or suffocate in your dripping wet pussy but I waste no time. I slowly start to slide my tongue up and down your slit tasting your delicious juices. Your back starts to arch and you start to groan once my tongue moves up and flick your clit.

Once I reach your clit, I start my assault on your pussy. I start to slide my tongue around your clit as I did with your nipple and toes as I slide a finger deep into your pussy. Your back arcs as I start to slide my finger in and out of your pussy as I continue to work on your clit. You start to beg me for another finger so I slide a second one in and start to go faster and harder with the two fingers as I start to nibble lightly on your clit. At this point we are both so lost in the moment, you are moaning and groaning as I add a third finger in your pussy. I can tell from your moans and groans that you are about to cum. I slide a third finger in and start to suck on your clit, which just brings you over the edge.

Your back arcs off the bed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you scream out as your pussy clamps down around my fingers and your juices start to flow out like a faucet. I remove my fingers and clamp my mouth around your pussy trying to get every last drop that I can. Your body slides back flat onto the bed but your body continues to squirm. I move up and hold you in my arms as you ride out the last of your orgasm.

To Be Continued…

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I’m Brett, a fairly typical 38 year old divorcee. I enjoy frequenting the local supermarket during tourist season in my home town, not because I fancy the crowds, but because of the seasonal help. Since the beginning of tourist season two 19 year old Estonian women have been working as baggers and stock clerks there. That’s because there aren’t enough local teens of working age to fill the job openings the increased traffic in tourist season create, and a local travel agency has contacts in Estonia.

I know that stereotypes are almost never true. Asian men are the smartest, Chinese women the most controlling, black men the best athletes, French women the slimmest, Latin men the best lovers, British women the most buxom, etc., etc. In my experience all bullshit, normally based upon a small, though perhaps highly visible, sampling. Therefore I don’t take the stereotype of Estonian women being tall, blond, blue-eyed beauties with shapely butts and legs, and perky tits, and oozing sexuality, seriously.

By the way, Kerli and Grete, the two Estonian young women, are tall, blond, blue-eyed beauties with shapely butts and legs, and perky tits, who ooze sexuality — can you believe it?

I speak Finnish, which is closely related to Estonian, Kerli’s and Grete’s native tongue. Every opportunity I got I tried to speak with Kerli and Grete in their language. They really seemed to enjoy my attempts to speak Estonian, and took great pleasure in correcting my Finnish pronunciation and words to make them “Estonie.” I would be sure to get into the checkout lane one of them was bagging in and ask them to help me get my groceries to the car (I can only bench press 300 lbs., so I really need help in lifting those bags into my trunk). Whenever possible I would go at non-peak times so that I could chat with (and ogle) them more leisurely.

When it was getting near the end of tourist season my single nephews, 21 and 22 year old sons of my older sister, visited. Craig and Kevin are smart, fun-seeking “kids” who love their uncle Brett. I suspect that it is primarily because they love my speed/wake-boarding boat, my large stock of beer, booze, and gourmet food, and my luxury beach house. Anyway, being typical horny young men, by the second day of their visit they were anxious for some female companionship.

“Hey UB,” short for “Uncle Brett,” Craig bellowed, “Kevin and I are going to the local public beach. If we find some girls who want to ski or wake-board, can we invite them back?”

“Sure. But no more than five.”

With mock disappointed looks on their faces in unison they said “What a kill joy you are UB,” as they laughed and exited.

Within two hours Kevin and Craig were back — with four girls. Kerli, Grete, and two very shapely 21 year old brunette friends (named Christy and Julie) of my Estonian heart throbs. I’m not embarrassed to say that when I saw Kerli and Grete my heart skipped a beat. They were surprised to see that I was “UB,” but obviously pleased. Each gave me a big hug, a bigger smile, and blabbered something in Estonian that I think indicated they were off work the next two days and happy to be there.

I was super charged anticipating seeing Kerli and Grete in their bikinis, and I wasn’t disappointed. As soon as we got on the boat all four girls took their cover-ups off. Thank God I have mirrored wrap-around sunglasses and loose fitting trunks because I know my eyes were bigger than tennis balls and my dick well on its way to attention as soon as their cover-ups hit the deck.

I mean, come on. Get serious. There is no way anyone could be that gorgeous! Either Kerli or Grete was the most perfect female specimen I had ever seen live, in print, or on a computer screen. You can’t get better than perfect, so I gave up trying to see which one was better looking.

All four of the girls were quick learners, and were skiing and boarding up a storm, even two at once. When they weren’t skiing I put Kerli and Grete in the front of the boat for “weight distribution;” or was it so it was easier to ogle them? I can’t remember. Anyway, my nephews gaziantep escortları hot dogged just like you would expect of macho early twenties guys, doing 360s on the wake board, and occasionally wiping out dramatically, eliciting joyful shrieks from the girls.

After an entire afternoon of fun in the sun, we headed back to my house and I offered everyone dinner and drinks — eagerly accepted by all. I had been to the supermarket so many times (I wonder why) that I had just about every food imaginable. I cooked to order, and took special care to make Kerli and Grete what they liked. As I was barbecuing the pork cutlets and roasting the potatoes Kerli and Grete ordered (and that I was going to partake of with them), I wondered how in the hell they could stay so slim if they ate those foods regularly in Estonia. My nephews and the brunettes were happy with steak, salad, and corn on the cob.

After a fun-filled dinner of good food and drink, my nephews cleared the table and did the dishes while the girls and I played pool and foosball, joined by Craig and Kevin when they were done cleaning up. It was getting close to 9 p.m. when Julie indicated she had to leave because she worked late nights at a local nightclub. She invited the others to come enjoy themselves there, and promised that she could get Kerli and Grete in even though they weren’t 21 yet. Kerli and Grete whispered to each other in Estonian.

My nephews quickly got dressed in party garb, Julie drove her car to her apartment to change, and the guys drove the other girls to their places to change clothes too. All except Kerli.

“So Brett, you going with?”

“No Kerli, I’m not putting a damper on my nephews’ fun.”

“What you do, then?”

“I thought I would watch a new DVD I just got.”

“What’s the story?”

“It’s a new romantic comedy with Jennifer Aniston and Ryan Reynolds.”

“You mind if I watch you, I means with you? You could drive me home then, yes?”

That was perhaps the most rhetorical question I have ever been asked. “Sure, Kerli,” I replied as my cock went from its half hard all-day condition to ¾ hard.

After everyone else was gone, I made us some popcorn — just one bowl so she had to sit near me if she wanted some — and put in the DVD. The introductory credits had barely concluded when Kerli said, “Say, Brett, you not mind I take my cover off, it still hot.”

“Uh, Kerli, there is just one problem with that. How can I watch the movie when the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen is in my line of sight, live?”

A big smile came over Kerli’s face. She removed her cover-up and stood in front of me, did several pirouettes all the while glancing at my face to see my reaction, then asked the loaded question “What you like exactly, Brett?”

I turned off the DVD — I didn’t want some banal noise to interfere with my fast approaching sensory overload. Having no wrap-around sunglasses now, I’m sure Kerli thought I looked like an owl as I stuttered, “Well, Kerli, uh, actually, well, you see there isn’t anything about you that isn’t t?iuslik (perfect).”

“So nice you to say. But you not actually see me yet. Look my breasts.” With that bombshell Kerli, who once told me she always was topless at Estonian beaches, took off her bikini top. That exposed the most spritely, large nipple, medium sized, tits I had ever seen. As she slowly twisted back and forth a few times she continued, “You like better even now?”

I was now in full blown meltdown. I just stared, gap jawed. I didn’t notice it until later, but my now fully engorged cock was sticking out from under my trunks. As I was trying to blurt out something Kerli started giggling, pointed to my crotch, and said “You penic, mean penis, it tõmblemine (twitching).” I looked down, saw it sticking out from my trunks, and by God it was wiggling around.

Embarrassed as hell, I quickly stuck my cock back under my shorts. While almost too chagrined to make eye contact, I did look back up at Kerli’s beautiful face — hard to do with those ideal tits pointing at me. Her smile had gone from wide to sly. She sat next to me, put her hands on one of my thighs, looked me in the eye, and verbalized my three-month-long fantasy.

“In Estonia I fuck lots. Not much here in U. S. Maybe U. S. men don’t like how my body is. I like you much; nicest guy in U. S. Can we fuck, please?”

Never having been confronted with a real life chance to fulfill a fantasy before, I might have clutched. I was proud of myself that I didn’t. “Please” had barely left her mouth before my lips were on hers, and I was lifting her up and carrying her the 25 or 30 steps to my bedroom.

My T-shirt, her bikini bottoms, and my trunks were off in an instant as I lay her on my bed and while fondling her spectacular boobs brought my face down to her crotch. Not surprisingly, her pussy was as perfect as the rest of her. Sparse blond hair surrounding smooth medium thickness labia, with a prominent hood covering what I quickly found to be a super-sensitive clitoris.

I licked her lips and clit with an intensity the likes of which I had never achieved before, while gently twisting her nipples and running my hands over the circumference of her tits. She went from zero to 100 faster than any Maserati, writhing with her first orgasm in record time.

Despite her squirming and erotic screams of “Fuck” between moans, I didn’t let up. In fact, I shifted to a higher gear. I brought my right hand down from her left breast and stuck two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. I quickly found a rough patch about ¾ of a finger length into her divine cavity and vigorously grazed my fingers over it while alternately quickly pulsing her clit into and out of my mouth.

I had Kerli in a virtually continuous orgasmic state for the next fifteen minutes before I finally let up. By that time she was groaning and uttering what appeared to be Estonian gibberish. While lying next to her I sucked her nipples and massaged her tits until she came back to the real world.

Once cognizant again, Kerli gave me the warmest, most appreciative, smile I had ever gotten in my life. She glanced at my throbbing dick, started massaging my balls, and said “You fuck me now.”

I started reaching into the top drawer of the night table next to my bed when she pulled me close, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and said “No condom; IUD. Hurt.”

I was puzzled. “I promise not to hurt you.”

“No, Hurt. Vinttikoira,” she continued while getting onto her hands and knees. Oh yeah! She wasn’t worried about me hurting her; she wanted it doggy style, my favorite.

I rubbed my rock hard cock over her ass crack and pussy three or four times as she reached between her legs and stroked my balls. Then without further ado I plunged my dick into her ripe pussy and started thumping away. She apparently liked thumping too since she was thumping back as good as she was getting it, while continuing to fondle my testicles on every forward stroke.

More sexually charged than I ever have been before in my life I knew I wouldn’t last long. I didn’t need to. While not interrupting her thumping or fondling she yelled “Jack me, Jack me,” which I interpreted to mean “ejaculate” in her. Only once I started literally exploding in her did she stop thumping and fondling, and dissolve into a whimpering blob of protoplasm. I must have discharged into her a good two minutes, each blast making me feel better than the previous one.

When the last bullet was fired from my gun, I was overcome by the most serene fatigue of my life. Unintentionally I collapsed next to her. Both of us were visibly jolted by a wave up our spines as my dick snapped out of her cunt. A minute later she rolled over, kissed my chin as I kissed her forehead, and that is the last thing I remember until I woke up in the middle of the night.

As I woke to go to the bathroom, Kerli stirred too. “You get me seltzer?” she purred. I gave her a big kiss, smiled, and replied “Anything you want!”

As I left the bathroom, she was entering it, the curves of her consummate body glistening in the moonlight filtering through the skylight, making me anxious to quickly return.

As I made my way downstairs to get us both a glass of seltzer I passed the guest bedrooms. Obviously my nephews were back and not alone. The springs of the beds were creaking in both rooms, the creaks interspersed with very audible moans. My dick instantly got hard again.

After Kerli and I drank our seltzers while staring into each other’s eyes and expressing our mutual gratitude, she saw my stiffy twitching again. She giggled, took the empty glass from my hand, and placed both glasses on the night table. Then she pushed me down on the bed and started sucking my cock like it was a delicious lollipop.

She was blowing my mind with her tongue action interspersed with loud sucking sounds, and I knew I was close to blasting off again. But I wanted it to be in her pussy, and was sure that’s what she wanted too. So I told her I was close to cumming and asked her to mount me.

Without her pussy having received any initial stimulation at all, she straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock. She was as wet as during our doggy fuck, and soon I was completely buried. Once she was fully loaded she started twisting, then bouncing, then both twisting and bouncing. I tried bucking up to meet each of her downward thrusts, and we were soon in sync. I never before had a partner twist like she was able to while riding cowgirl, and it caused a veritable flood of endorphins to course through my body.

After about five minutes of ecstasy, my cock started trembling inside her. I pulled her on top of me so that her tits were pressed against my chest, and started thrusting with my hips as hard and fast as I could. It wasn’t long before we had a mutual over-the-top climax. Even after I had discharged my entire load into her she remained on top of me, my dick still inside her as we again fell into a euphoric slumber.

When I awoke to the sunshine the next morning, Kerli and I were in the same position we had finished our fuck in, except that my dick was now no longer in its favorite place in the entire world. Once I knew she was awake too I rolled her off of me and we smiled, kissed, and chatted. I was more sexually satisfied than at any other time in my life by a longshot, and she seemed genuinely content too.

I gave her one of my shirts to wear, long enough to cover her crotch but not her luscious thighs, and we went down to make breakfast. As I was soaking bread for French toast and had bacon in the broiler, Grete and Christy joined us. Since I had had the time of my life, there was no way I was going to be chagrined in the least, and greeted them with a cheery “Good Morning Campers!”

Kevin and Craig obviously didn’t have the stamina the four of us had, and laughingly Grete and Christy assured me we should eat breakfast without them as they got their beauty sleep.

After a jovial and tasty breakfast Christy asked for a ride home so she could get ready for work. Kerli and Grete were off work again that day, and wanted to hang around and then go out on some adventures. However, since Kerli didn’t have any clothes with her I convinced her and Grete to join me with the promise of buying them some new attire after we dropped Christy off. I knew no American woman could resist that invitation, and apparently Estonian women can’t either.

I bought each of Kerli and Grete two new sundresses, and Kerli some undergarments too so we didn’t need to go back to her apartment to get clothing for the day’s activities. Selfishly I also bought each of them another bikini, even smaller than the ones that had worn the day before. Both women were totally gleeful in the store, and jabbering with each other in Estonian, most of which was spoken too quickly for me to comprehend.

I exited the store with an Estonian goddess on each arm, feeling better than if I had won a hundred million dollars in the lottery. As we got to the car, Grete leaned into me, mashing her tits into my left arm as Kerli was smiling and mashing her tits into my right arm. “Kerli say you great fuck. Tonight you fuck us both, get Julie for Craig?”

My only thought on hearing that: “If I can just live until tomorrow morning, I can die as happy as any man ever.”

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It had been days since Mark and Andrea had fucked in the men’s room at work. Their days off from work kept them apart. By the time work was starting back up again, the two were horny and ready to fuck at the drop of their clothing. But Mark had time to think about things and knew this little affair was just that and couldn’t last. Though Andrea knew how to suck a dick and loved to swallow his cum, he loved his wife and needed to the affair.

He drives over to Andrea’s house prior to work. His wife has gone out to a neighboring casino and will be gone all night. This stirs the debate within Mark all over again. Andrea greets him at the door. Her body is wrapped in a towel and her hair is still wet. She smiles and nods for him to come in. Mark follows her, but stops in the living room as she continues to her bedroom.

“Come on back here,” Andrea smiles, gesturing Mark to follow further.

“I don’t think I can. I don’t think we should do this any more,” he tell her.

“Well, I have to get ready for work, so come talk to me in my room and we’ll discuss it,” she says, dropping her towel at the doorway to her expose her bare back-side with her round hips and firm ass.

Mark knows it’s a trap but his erection is leading the way. He steps into her bedroom.

“Can you close the door so I can get dressed?” she asks, sorting through a pile of clothing to find a uniform for tonight.

A light mist of perfume fills the air. It’s intoxicating and Mark feels his dick stiffen against the fabric of his jeans. He watches her body move as she bends over the bed. Her ass jiggles slightly and her tits sway as she reaches for various garments. He steps up to her and places his warm hands on her damp hips. He knows better, but is filled will an energy. His erection pushes against his pants and pokes against her firm buttocks. She stands straight, knowing she has aroused him.

“My! Is that for me?” she asks, slipping a hand behind her and lightly stroking his cock through the clothe.

“We can’t do this anymore,” Mark weakly pleads.

Andrea backs up tightly to him. Her wet hair is under his nose and her shampoo is electric, His hands fall upon her shoulders, slowly sliding down her back, and under her arms. He tries to push her away, but she pushes against her with her hand firmly grasped around his cock. She pushes backwards until he is against the wall beside the door.

“Fuck me and I’ll let you go,” she whispers, squeezing his dick to make her point clear.

Desire overcomes Mark. He buries his face into her neck and nibbles at the flesh. Andrea gasps with excitement and thrusts her breasts forward. Mark slides his hands around her body, cupping each breast, and giving them a playful squeeze as he pinches the nipples. Her tits around and smooth; a little on the large side, but fun to play with. He continues to kiss at her neck and fumble with her tits as her nimble fingers loosen his pants. With the belt undone and the zipper down, Andrea presses her ass against his pelvis. She rolls her body up and down his, gradually causing the pants to drop down his legs.

She turns within his grasp and smiles encouragingly. Dropping to her knees, she pulls his boxers down, forcing them and his pants to meet his ankles. His cock springs before her green eyes. She draws her red hair around to one shoulder and leans forward with a hungry, wide mouth. Subtly is out the window as she takes the full length of his cock into her mouth, not stopping until the slight stubble on his balls touches her chin. Her fingers work at the shoelaces as her lips close around the hard shaft. Her mouth slides up towards the tip, stopping with the purple helmet still in her mouth. She sucks tightly, rolling her tongue around the gaziantep escortlar sensitive tip, guiding Mark to lift one leg as she removes his clothing.

With the lower half of his body naked, Andrea bobs eagerly along his cock, feeling it swell within her mouth. She drags her teeth along the length, but keeps the tip in her mouth, determined not to let Mark go. Her fingertips play along the inside of his legs, stopping to stroke his balls, milking as much cum into his shaft as it can handle. She reaches behind him and grabs his hard ass, trying to push him deeper down her throat. Then, her fingers come around the front of his body and start to unbutton his work-shirt. His cock remains in her mouth as she looks up with deep, green eyes.

Mark assists her with the rest and drops the shirt to the floor. Her fingers pinch his nipples and dance over his abs.

Then, there is a noise from the living room.

“Someone is out there,” Marks says.

Andrea pulls her mouth away, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting her lips to his cock. She sucks it in, licks her lips, and says, “It’s just my cousins. They’re not working tonight and came over to have someone babysit their k**s.” She stands up and jerks Mark off with one hand. “That’s not a problem, is it? All you need to do is fuck me and you can get out of here and go back to your wife.”

Mark grabs Andrea, spins, and pushes her against the wall. She gasps in fear and excitement. Her pert breasts stand proudly out from her body.Mark puts his face between her tits and gradually licks down her body. There is no hair around her pussy; just the way he likes it. His mouth gently kisses her pussy lips, like he’s kissing her own lips. He has a brief make-out session with her pussy, feeling the lips swell against his mouth. He darts his soft, pointed tongue between her slit, licking at the edge, hearing her shutter as she draws in an excited breath. He licks her pussy, feeling the juices flow within her. Her taste only makes him want more. He paws open her pussy, spreading her lips with both hands. He thrusts his tongue into the moist, pinkness of her womanhood and uses a thumb to roll along her clit. She starts to buck with pleasure and soon cums against his mouth, but Mark doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and playing with her clit. Her breaths are short and her moans are getting louder, causing Mark’s dick to get harder.

“Fuck me,” Andrea whispers. “Fuck me.”

“Louder,” Mark says into her pussy.

“Fuck me,” she chokes in a normal tone of voice.

“Let them here you,” Mark growls before pushing his face deep into her wet twat.

“I want you to FUCK ME!”

Mark stands up. He grabs one tit firmly with one hand and his erect cock with the other. He plays with her breasts, kisses her with her juices on his mouth, and strokes his cock against her opening. He bangs the tip of his shaft against her clit and whispers, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Andrea cries in a whisper.

Without a word, Mark lets go of his cock. In one swift movement, he opens the bedroom door and pushes Andrea out into the living room. The conversation between her two cousins stop immediately upon seeing the naked Andrea stumble from the bedroom. She tries to cover her tits and keep her balance, but Mark steps from the room right behind her.

The couch is nearby. Andrea falls against it, nearly embarrassed as she attempts to hide her nudity. Mark, boldly, makes no attempt. He lets his hard cock swing mightily as he approaching Andrea from behind. He moves Andrea higher up on the couch. Andrea, not understanding what is happening, is laughing in disbelief. Even as Mark lifts one leg and rests her knee on the couch, she still is clueless. Then she feels him plunge into her wet pussy. Her mouth gasps open and her eyes go wide. Marks hands are firmly upon her hips and he is slamming into her like it’s an extreme sport. She draws away from the couch, bracing herself with her arms, giving Mark a better angle to plow into her. His balls slap against her clit. Her tits swing heavily. Her moaning continues even as her cousins look on.

Mark looks at the two stunned females sitting on the nearby furniture. “Hi, Maxine. Hi, Jen.”

The girls are still stunned as they watch, barely echoing a “hello” in return.

Mark rocks against Andrea for a few more thrusts, slapping her ass solidly. Then, he stops. Moves around to the front of the couch and sits down next to Maxine. He grabs Andrea’s hand and guides her around the front of the couch with him. He puts his hands on Andrea’s hips and gets her to knee on the couch with her pussy hovering over his throbbing member. He thrusts upward slightly and rubs his cock against her dripping entrance. Then, he pushes down on her hips and her body drops over the length of his cock in one shot.

Andrea starts bouncing upon Mark’s hips as he fondles her breasts.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks Maxine.

She’s a small woman with dark hair and skin, more obviously Native American than the other two girls in the room. She smiles nervously.

“You ever taste a white cock?” Mark asks.

Maxine shakes her head.

Mark raises Andrea up off his hips just enough to allow his cock to spring free of her hole. It’s large and pulsing for the ladies to see.

“Go ahead,” Mark encourages. “Give it a taste”

Maxine slides from the couch. Her tiny hands grip the shaft and move it towards her mouth. She puts her mouth around the tip and starts sucking, sliding down the shaft a little at a time as Mark licks and bits at Andrea’s erect nipples. He spends time with the sensitive underside, letting Andrea know that hasn’t forgotten about her. Then, Andrea reaches behind her, touches Maxine on the head, and guides her head towards her crotch. Maxine understands and aides the hard cock back into Andrea’s delicate hole.

Maxine sits back down beside Mark. One hand lightly touches the front of her pants. Mark reaches over, touches Maxine’s chin, and draws her lips to his. Andrea continues to bounce upon Mark’s dick, fondling her own tits as she watching the two kiss. Then, Mark drops his hand down, firmly resting it against wetness beneath Maxine’s pants. Her legs spread wide and Mark slides a hand inside her pants. Maxine starts moaning in sync with Andrea, pinching at the nipples of her small breasts through her shirt.

“Get naked,” Mark says, helping her loosen her pants.

Maxine stands and takes off all of her clothing. As Andrea slides her pussy up and down Mark’s cock, he encourages Maxine to stand on the couch. Her short body places her pussy perfectly in line with his mouth. He licks at the moistness dripping down her thin legs. Her pussy is tight against his mouth. His soft, delicate tongue easy licks along the walls of her cooch. He moves his hands between her legs, spreading her wide, allowing his tongue to probe deeper into the delicious twat.

Jennifer moves to the other side of the couch. She places a hand upon Mark’s solid abs. She feels the six-pack and the rock-hard pecs. Then, her hand moves downward, gradually coming between Mark and Andrea. She grabs onto Mark’s cock. Andrea, with the tip still within her pussy, looks over at her cousin.

Everyone stops for a moment.

Mark shrinks away from the pussy over his mouth and looks at Jen. “You ever have a Marine cock before?” he asks.

“No,” Jen whispers with a smile.

“Go for it.”

Jen slips the cock free of Andrea’s pussy. The tip slides softly along the wet walls and firmly along her clit. Andrea squeals with delight and watches as Jennifer takes the pussy-coated cock into her mouth. She is inexperienced and doesn’t know how to handle the member in her mouth, so Andrea guides her head up and down the shaft as Mark continues to lap at Maxine’s dripping snatch.

“Can I fuck him?” Jen asks Andrea.

“Na-uh, I’m next,” Maxine says, breathlessly. She looks back at her cousin. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

It’s not how Andrea wanted their time to go, but she was turned on by the whole encounter. There was silence in that moment, except for the subtle sounds of Jennifer sucking dick.

“Everyone off the couch,” Mark says.

Seconds later, he is on the floor. He draws Andrea’s legs around his head and laps at her pussy, wetter than ever. Jennifer sits on the couch with her shirt on and her pants hanging off one leg, toying with her pussy as she watches Maxine slowly lower her tight, brown little body onto the meaty white shaft pointing skyward. Her pussy is so tight around his throbbing cock that Mark has to ease her down or risk blowing his load inside of her right away.

Once she is firmly in place, she starts riding him with glee. Andrea, her pussy against Mark’s face, is facing the back of Maxine. She leans forward, places an arm around Maxine, and pulls the girl backward slightly. One hand plays with Maxine’s nearly flat chest, pinching the budding nipples, as Maxine screams with delight at the new angle of penetration.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, this is wonderful,” she screams.

To keep his cool, Mark takes his mind off of the pleasure his dick is getting and focuses on eating Andrea’s juicy pussy more. Andrea, getting swept up in the moment, allows her hand to drop between Maxine’s legs. She strokes at the girl’s clit as Maxine rides Mark’s hard cock.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum!” Maxine screams. She pulls free of Mark and squirts down his leg and onto the carpet.

Without missing a second, Jennifer moves from the couch. “My turn.” Facing her cousin, Andrea, Jennifer slaps the meaty cock inside of her. She gasps as she gradually takes the entire thing in. “Oh, that’s bigger than my husband’s. Um, fuck me, Marine.”

Mark encourages Andrea to get off of his face. He rolls over, placing Jennifer onto her back. He grabs her legs, spreads them wide, and starts slamming into her tight little hole. He grabs the collar of her shirt and rips it free of her body. Her average size tits bounce with every solid thrust. Sweat is dripping from their bodies as Mark bangs Jennifer harder and harder.

Jennifer squeals, “Oh, you’re gonna make me fucking cum. Fucking cum. Make me cum. Oh, fuck! YES!”

Mark pulls out and grabs his cock, squeezing it tightly to prevent himself from cumming. He looks over at Andrea on the couch, watching the events unfold before her eyes. Mark moves over to the couch, kissing Andrea passionately upon the lips. She slowly rolls backwards, allowing Mark access to her cooch. Gently, he slides inside of her. Once all the way in, he slowly circles his hips, determined to bring Andrea the most pleasure this one last time. She places a hand upon his shoulder and the other upon his hip. His thrusts are smooth and caring. She doesn’t want this moment to end, but she feels them both getting close.

Marks cock get harder, more swollen. Her pussy is gushing, dripping down her legs and onto the couch.

Softly, she said,” Cum inside me. Cum,” she encourages with her words and with her eyes. “Fuck, cum inside me,” she moans loudly. And Mark does, ejaculating a massive load into Andrea’s twat and Andrea cums, too.

“I’m cumming,” Mark bellows.

“Fuck! I want to have your baby,” Andrea says.

Mark’s eyes go wide. He thinks, “What have I done?”

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