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A message from Jayne.

This is the third episode of how my marriage changed and improved so much by us undertaking sexual adventures, our escapades as we called them. In the prefaces to the previous parts I have explained how they came about so I won’t we repeat them here, but feel free to refer back to those parts if you have not read them.

This is a fairly long story so it is told in several parts which I will publish frequently over the next couple of weeks. Whilst it is not essential to read them in order that is recommended though each should work as stand-alone erotic experiences.

Spanking.

“I saw you looking at that young waiter,” Kevin said when we got home from the restaurant after a lovely Sunday lunch where we had played footsie under the table.

“What the good looking Aussie one?”

“Yes, the one staring at your tits as he served the drinks.”

“So?”

“You were showing out to him.”

“Was I? So what, they’re my tits aren’t they”

“And very nice ones they are too but they’re our tits not that kid’s tits.”

“Well what are you going to do about it?” I asked him.

This was a few weeks after the pain episode. Since then, when we had fucked, Kevin had hurt me when we both got near to starting our climaxes and boy had that made them so much more intense. The first time had been a few long, very strong sucks on the tops of my tits that left fierce red marks which prevented me using the pool at the gym for getting on for two weeks. Following that he had got more adventurous by slapping my boobs and pussy, pinching me and biting me. And on one occasion when he was screwing me doggy he smacked my bum a few times.

“I’ll tell you what I am going to do madam and that’s punish you,” he said as we stood facing each other in our sitting room. Reaching out to me he slid his hand into the top of my dress and cupped my bare boob. “I thought so, no fucking bra.”

“It’s not a fucking bra,” I hit back with adding. “It might, though, be an I want to be fucked now bra.”

“So that’s what showing out to the Aussie was all about was it?” he asked pinching my inevitably hardened nipple.

“Might have been, but that’s for me to know and you to find out isn’t it?” I smiled back quite enjoying this new escapade.

“Yes and that’s exactly what I intend doing.”

“Oh yeah, how?”

“When sluts are naughty what do they need?”

“No idea?” I replied wondering where this was going but enjoying it.

“I’ll tell you what they need and that’s to be punished.”

“Really, how?”

“Go down to my car and in the back there are some bags. Go and get them but don’t look in them and bring them to me.”

Not having the faintest idea what this was all about I started pulling the top of my dress up when Kevin said. “No leave it like that.”

“But someone might see me, a neighbour or a passer-by.”

“So, you wouldn’t have minded the Aussie kid seeing your tits would you?”

“Maybe?”

“Just do as I say, leave your tits out and go get those fucking bags.”

I was wearing a fairly formal, albeit low cut dark blue dress and four-inch, pale blue heels. Nothing else. When getting ready to go to lunch I guessed that we would have some form of sexual escapade and had dressed accordingly dispensing with my underwear which, unfortunately Kevin hadn’t realised. Going out to the car on the forecourt with my boobs

out was a rather scary prospect although we had talked about some form of sex in public a few times but this was me alone. As it happens it was all clear and although it gave me a thrill, especially wondering if anyone was looking out of their windows, I got the bags without anyone seeing.

“Now take the dress off,” he told me after I gave him the bags and he walked out and went upstairs calling out. “And stand in the middle of the room.”

Naked in just my heels I felt a little self-conscious and similar to how I did when we were starting a photographic session which had become a regular feature of our sexual escapades; we now had a quite large portfolio of ‘naughty me’ pics as we called them.

“Mmmmm nice, you look good but you have been naughty and have to be punished.”

“Really? What’s so naughty?”

“Flashing your tits at the waiter and not wearing underwear.”

“But that was for you Kev.”

“Maybe it was, but you didn’t tell me did you? If you had, I might have shoved my finger up your cunt at lunch as that waiter looked on. You’d have liked that wouldn’t you?”

“Mebbe.”

“So, even more naughtiness. Now go up into the small bedroom look in the bags, put what’s in them on and call out when you have.”

Expecting the contents to be another slutdress, I was surprised see that it was not but it was all clothing; a flared, pale blue, mini skirt, a white cotton, button up the front blouse and a pair of pink, see-through, large BJ style knickers. I couldn’t yet work out just what he intended or what this was all about, but I did as he asked noting that the blouse was of low quality and eskort topkapı almost see-through and certainly the outline of my breasts and the bumps of my swollen nipples were quite obvious.

It was getting dark as I went downstairs as he had directed me and into his home office. He was sitting on the edge of his desk wearing his suit trousers and the blue dress shirt he’d worn at lunch. In the middle of the room was a chair that he had got from the dining room.

“You look good,” he said as I walked in.

“I don’t think so.”

“Not up to you is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well I do,” he said rather gruffly as he switched the desk light off leaving the room dimly lit with the only light coming from outside in the hallway. “Do you know what’s going to happen now?”

I really didn’t know so I wasn’t lying when I said that I didn’t know but I was getting into the mood of this role-play which was different to our slut fucks or me wearing different outfits.

“You’re going to be punished Jayne, I am going to spank you.”

That hit home and hard. We had vaguely discussed spanking but not in depth and had certainly not agreed anything as we had with most other of our escapades. That said, the thought excited me and I felt a tingle going through my body and rather dumbly I replied.

“When.”

“Now. So stand by that chair.”

Obediently I did as he said.

“Now take hold of the back of it,” he said standing up straight.

I did as he said as he walked over near to me and spoke quietly but firmly. [ “Now take hold of the back of the chair,” which I did wondering what was coming next. I found out quite quickly for he said. “Ok take a step backwards and now………….” he went on pausing before adding. “Bend over.”

I began to get what was happening and, presumably what was going to happen next after I bent forward and he said., “further get down to ninety degrees at your waist.”

It didn’t occur to me to object or resist and I did what he ordered knowing full well that the short skirt, which was eight to ten inches above my knees would ride all the way up and flash my big knickers and my bum inside them. Kevin walked around me slowly, as if inspecting me and then paused behind me obviously looking up my skirt and said.

“You know Jay you have got a lovely arse,” as he ran his fingers over the pink net knickers covering it. I liked hearing such compliments and the idea of him checking me out so carefully was a big, big turn on.

I played the game by answering. “Have I really, Kev? Do you like it?”

“Yes love, yes I do, very much,” he went on rolling the knickers down a bit so that probably about half of the crease between the cheeks would be on show. “And I am sure the Aussie waiter would have liked it as well, would you like him to have seen it Jay?”

I didn’t know what to say or so, I did nothing. “Well, would you?” he repeated

“Would you let me Kev?”

“If you wanted to,” was the reply that rather shocked me as involving others in our sexual fun and games had not, yet, been on the agenda and I wondered if it would be in the future? “But then that’s what sluts do isn’t it Jay?” he said as he squeezed my bottom in a similar way to how you’d test the ripeness of a melon and muttered. “Mmmm, yes nice and ripe. Now stand up straight.”

As I stood, I assumed the skirt would fall back into place but it didn’t and looking down I saw that he’d tucked the hem into the waistband so that the big knickers that were rolled down to just beneath my mound were on show. Kevin came up close to me and gripped both of my breasts through the cotton blouse and murmured.

“And boy would he have liked these. He stared at them enough, didn’t he?”

“Did he, I don’t know I wasn’t looking,” I told him truthfully as he pinched and pulled both nipples quite hard just as he knew I liked it.

“Stand still,” he told me walking back to his desk and propping himself up on it and staring at me. It made me feel quite odd having my husband ogle me and leer at my bare tummy, mound, pussy lips and legs. “Ok bend over again and open your legs, I want to see your cunt, see what Aussie wanted to get into. Maybe we should invite him round here next time we play slutfuck and let him into it. Like that would you?”

As Kevin said this and it sank in, I was amazed that a surge of excitement went through me.

“Would you?” I countered so avoiding owning up to the fact that I would.

“Mmmmmm yes, I think I would like to see you being fucked by a young stud, now bend over.”

As I bent forward to ninety degrees, without him having to ask I opened my legs knowing that would reveal my lips which would be puffed up and probably wet. “Yes love, very nice,” he went on coming from behind me and standing close looking at me. I was amazed but thrilled to see that he was naked and beautifully erect. He also was bending forward getting a closer view. “What a lovely cunt you have Jay, and yes I would like to see a young, hard cock up it,” he bayan escort said running his finger along its sodden length and up into the crease in my bum.

It was the most bizarre and almost unreal situation to have my husband of over twenty years doing such things. It was part him adoring me but also part him demeaning me, looking at me like a piece of meat in the butchers, I couldn’t work out what excited me more!

He walked to the chair and sat down. I went to straighten up but he said quite sharply. “Stay down slut.”

I did. “Now slowly turn round so I can see your cunt. The cunt that you and the Aussie boy want him to fuck.” Again, I didn’t reply as I felt his eyes boring into me. He went on. “You would like that wouldn’t you love?”

“Er, um, I don’t know Kev.”

“With me watching him fuck you, or someone else doing it maybe?”

“Yes ok, yes I would,” I blurted out adding. “If you were there watching us then yes I would.”

“Would what, you dirty bitch?”

“Like to be fucked as you watch.”

“Come here,” he said sharply.

I walked the few paces to where he was sitting on the dining chair the hem of the skirt slipping out of the waist band and falling back into place down my legs.

“Get over my lap,” he said in a husky whisper.

“What?”

“You’ve been very naughty Jayne and you have to be punished right now.”

Although I was pretty certain of the answer, I still asked the question. “And how are you going to punish me?”

“I’m going to spank that sexy ass of yours until you beg me to stop. Now get over my lap.”

I did as he ordered so that his legs pressed into my stomach and my boobs dangled down the outside of his left leg. I felt him take hold of the skirt and roll it up until it was again bunched around my waist. With that and my knickers down around mid-thigh everything was on show and I lay there wondering how he was going to spank me. Nothing was said as he clearly looked at my bum, the crease, my anus and bloated pussy. I waited for something to happen, and waited and waited what seemed an age as he stared at my most womanly and intimate places. It was so strange to be ogled by someone I had known for so long, who had seen me naked so often and who had fucked me so many times. But this was different, it was an escapade and as we had, sort of, agreed normal rules didn’t apply.

“Come on Kev, do something,” I said in almost a whisper.

“Do what?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I sighed but still nothing happened other than he moved his leg so it pressed more firmly against my boobs. Again, I waited not knowing what on earth was going on although I was quite enjoying him looking at me; in a way it was a little like when he took photographs of me or I waited lying as good as naked as he changed camera or moved the lights around.”

Then without warning he smacked me right in the middle of my left cheek. I couldn’t stop blurting out. “Oh fuck.”

Expecting another smack, I lay taut and rigid but once more nothing happened. I waited again for his pleasure realising that this was part of his slightly bizarre game, it was his way of showing that he was in control and at times like this I was his toy, his plaything, his slut! But did I mind? No not one bit I revelled in being all of them.

Then the spanking began in a more urgent way. Kevin was sighing and moaning as he stroked my cheek before hitting it with a resounding thwack of his hand. I couldn’t quite decide what was more erotic or do I mean exciting, the noise or the feeling as his hand hit me?

He built up a slow rhythm covering all parts of both cheeks and down onto my upper thighs. He would smack me, wait ten seconds or so then smack again in a different place.

“Oh shit Kev, fuck,” I groaned the first few times.

“Shush baby it will get easier,” he replied making me wonder how he knew that but he was right as the pain and, I suppose, fear of the unknown declined the more he hit me. Now, though, after a smack he didn’t remove his hand but instead left on my bottom and fondled me and that plus the feelings rushing through me made me squirm on his lap. That made me realise that as well as receiving a fair degree of pain something else was happening to me, similar to when Kev was fucking me and my orgasm begins.

I could feel his erection pressing into me just above my waist and I writhed against that loving the feelings it gave me. Very awkwardly I fiddled my hand up and wrapped my finger around it. At that moment as blow after blow rained down on my bottom there was nothing I wanted more in the world than to hold my husband’s cock. I was flooded with love for him and it.

“Oh Kev wow,” I groaned.

“Ok darling,” he responded his spare hand sliding down and finding my tits. I realised that the cheap blouse must have come undone as his hand was immediately on my bare flesh that he squeezed. And wow did that feel good?

The pace and rhythm with which he was spanking me had now changed. It was slower and less consistent. Also, escort mecidiyeköy he hit me down my legs a little way having, I assume covered all by bottom. Then he stopped. Sliding his hand between my legs he pulled them open a little and ran his fingers along my wet lips before easing a couple or maybe three fingers into me.

“Ok Jay?”

“Oh yes, yes Kev,” I groaned as he started to finger fuck me with one hand and pinched and pulled my nipples with the other. It was staggeringly arousing and I knew that an orgasm would follow shortly. And I wasn’t wrong as using his thumb right on my clit in addition to sliding his finger in and around inside me he did the little that was needed to make me cum. Naturally that gave me an orgasm and boy was it powerful! Quick, strong and wonderfully I writhed my way through an almighty orgasm as I rubbed his lovely cock.

I wanted to be fucked but Kevin insisted on me accompanying downstairs to the only full-length mirror in the house in the entrance hallway. He made me stand looking into it and then turned me round very slowly.

“Oh my God,” I groaned when I saw my buttocks. They were covered in large marks varying in colour from bright pink to fairly deep red and they made my heart pound although I had no idea why.

“Let’s get you back upstairs and get some camomile on those trophy marks shall we?”

“Is that what they are?” I grinned slipping my arm around his waist and kissing him.

“Yes I guess so or that’s what I have heard them called.”

Giggling I retorted. “Well at least they’ll stop me shagging the Aussie kid for a while, won’t they?”

Idle thoughts.

My spanking, I decided was a sort of watershed moment in our relationship. Not only had we gone much further than before and were now into a pretty way-out practice but also we had as good as agreed that I would let a guy fuck me as Kevin looked on. That was possibly a bigger shock than letting him spank me. I couldn’t help thinking about what it would be like to go with another man after all this time of being totally faithful to him. My emotions varied from shock and disgust that I could even consider it to being excited at the idea.

“Would you really like to see me with another guy?” I’d asked Kevin one evening as we were kissing and cuddling in preparation for having sex.

“Not sure, why would you like to go with one?”

“Only if you would like me too, that’s what this all about isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Both of us in it together?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Even getting my tits out in that car and pretending people couldn’t see in the windows?” I had asked in a mock annoyed voice.

“Yes, that was a bit unfair but the idea of people seeing us for just a moment or two as we went past was quite some turn on.”

“For you maybe but not me as I didn’t know until after I’d got out and I saw my knickers through the window, did I?”

“No, true but by Christ did you cum hard when we got home.”

Smiling I replied. “Also, true.”

“Anyway, all fair in love and all that bollocks.”

“Yeah, I guess so, but tricking me about the glass between us and the driver.”

“But the thought of being seen gave you a buzz didn’t it?”

“Yes in retrospect I guess it did.”

“Well maybe we should do it again.”

Thinking and talking about going with another guy for Kevin had made me realise that I wanted to do something for him. Something sexual that is of course. After all, since we had been on this journey of escapades to spice up our marriage he had been the instigator and organiser of the events that we had both enjoyed so much. Whilst of course he enjoyed them he was organising them for us, they were very mutual. They were events that were changing and improving not just our relationship but also our lives. We were happier and friendlier with sex at the very heart of our marriage.

Analingus.

We were now having more and varied sex and we didn’t make love as a sort of routine but as an excitement, something we both so looked forward to and I certainly didn’t know what to expect next. That feeling of not knowing but having high expectations was wonderful and I wanted my husband to share it with me so I wanted to give something back. But what? I thought about it for some time then reached a decision.

As he came into the house through the front door I called him on my phone.

“Hi darling, I’m upstairs, come up and see me right away please.”

As he walked into the bedroom he cried out. “Fuck Jayne what’s going on,” as he looked at me sitting on the bed naked.

“Get undressed quickly,” I told him walking into the wet room and turning on the shower.

I got into the shower, held the door open for him and called out. “Come on come and join me.”

He immediately pulled me to him as wonderfully his erection grew against me which is such a lovely feeling. We kissed and his hands ran all over my back and bottom, thighs, hips and, of course my boobs.

“Mmmmm what a lovely surprise,” he said.

“Babe, you aint seen nothing yet,” I said in a poor American accent picking up the soap and natural sponge and wetting both from the torrent of water pouring down on us. He looked even more appealing soaking wet with his beautiful body glistening from the water.

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*****

I’ve never really cared much about what society says is legal. If it’s profitable, I’m down. Don’t get me wrong, I have rules and scruples. I’m just a completely dedicated capitalist. If people want it, I’ll try to find it and sell it to them. I don’t sell people. I don’t kill people for money, I’m rarely violent unless someone else is, and I don’t steal from people that don’t steal from me. I sell illegal things, all sorts of things. I’m not averse to selling people pharmaceuticals if they want to medicate themselves. I stay away from the stuff that makes people desperate and crazy. Crazy people are likely to become violent.

A little industrial espionage, pirated technology, moonshine and things like that. I’m your guy. I’ve never felt like illegal meant anything except the government didn’t like it, wanted you to pay them to own or sell it or had a monopoly on it. Intellectual property is a joke. How can you own an idea? That never bothered me.

These days, it’s hard to stay off the radar. There are cameras everywhere and if you use your cell phone or send an e-mail, the tax man cometh. I was meeting my boy JaMarcus downtown where most of the cameras were broken. He had a truckload of flash memory for sale and I was definitely interested. He knew a guy that worked for a major manufacturer who knew how to make it and wanted to go into business. He had a no-compete clause in his contract and his former employer got the cops to shut him down. Since he couldn’t sell it in stores, he was looking for a market. I knew the market.

I was a little early, or he was a little late. I sat in my truck and listened to the new Foo Fighters album. I noticed a little yellow Mustang pull up behind me about a hundred yards. A woman got out and I saw her go around in back and open her trunk. She came back with a jack and I figured she had a flat. Being the gentleman I am, I got out and started walking back toward her car to see if she needed a hand.

A group of young men was walking down the sidewalk and they started making a few comments. I wasn’t close enough to hear what they were saying but it was evident that she didn’t like it and she went and got in her car. They gathered around it and one of them started beating on the hood. I figured they were just some punks until one of them picked up a brick and broke her driver’s window. He opened the door and tried to drag her out. She was putting up a pretty good fight, but it was escalating and I was close enough to hear them now.

“White girl going to bleed a lot if you don’t stop fighting,” the guy in the door said. “You know you want this, baby.”

“Leave me alone,” she screamed.

They noticed me standing there.

“What you looking at, white boy?” The one with the brick started walking toward me.

“I think I’m looking at a punk that’s about to make a big mistake,” I told him.

He stopped. “What you talking about, chump? I beat your punk ass. You better get on up out of here.”

“I don’t think the girl likes you,” I told him. “I think you assholes should move on down the street.”

“Bitch don’t know what she likes. She like the big dick,” he clutched his groin. He started toward me again and I eased my jacket open. He saw the .45 ACP in my holster and he stopped in his tracks.

“I ain’t going to argue with that,” he started backing away.

The one struggling with the girl wasn’t paying attention so I pulled the .45 out, walked up and tapped him on the head. He collapsed and one of his buddies started feeling tough.

“You a pussy motherfucker. I don’t think you use that piece,” he said.

I used it and his shoe exploded. “Pick up your trash and move on,” I told the rest of them. The .45 made a hell of a pop, and he was screaming like he was dying, but I doubted anyone would report it.

“You a crazy motherfucker. You shot Jamal foot. This motherfucker crazy.”

They picked up their boys and beat feet, telling me what they were going to do when they came back all the while.

I pointed the gun at them again and they shut up. I walked up to the Mustang and she shut the door.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I won’t hurt you. You want me to change that tire?”

She was crying and her shirt was torn. “Please,” she said. “I’ll pay you if you will. I shouldn’t be here. I was dropping off my friend from work and my tire went flat. I was going to change it and then those bastards came along. Thanks for making them leave. I can’t believe you shot that guy in the foot. Are you a policeman?”

I laughed. “No, you won’t find many of Los Angeles’ finest down here. You’re right about you shouldn’t be here. This is a bad neighborhood.”

I walked over and put the gun in the trashcan in case popo showed up. I slid the jack under her car. I loosened the lug nuts and raised it up. She got out after muratpaşa escort a minute and opened the trunk again. I heard her moving around and she came up, rolling one of those little donut spares. I looked her over a little. She didn’t look very old. She was a tiny little thing, not much over 5 feet but she manhandled that tire and she had put up quite a fight earlier.

“Thanks again for helping me,” she said. “I’m going to pay you.”

“No, you’re not,” I told her. “I have more money than you. Besides it wouldn’t be right to take money for helping someone.”

“How do you know you have more money than me?” she asked. “I have a job.”

“Yeah, me, too. What do you do?” I asked.

I got the tire off while we were talking and she rolled the spare in. “I work at Victoria’s Secret at the mall.”

“I’ve got eight hundred dollars in my pocket and maybe twice that in my wallet. How much you got?”

“Well, not that much. Aren’t you afraid to carry around that much cash? No, I guess you aren’t. You’ve got a gun.”

“See, I can’t let you pay me.”

“I’m Thatcher Morgan,” she told me.

“Hi, Thatcher Morgan; I like that name. I’m Riggins Sharp. I’d shake your hand but mine is all dirty.”

“I’m sorry; I’ve got some Germ-x in the car.”

“Wait till I get this in the trunk and I’ll take it. This tire is ruined, Miss Morgan. You didn’t get pulled over fast enough.”

“Damn, just what I needed,” she said.

I put it in and she leaned in looking for the hand stuff. I just stood there enjoying the view. She had a fantastic butt, encased in tight jeans. It was round and full and sort of apple shaped. She found the hand sanitizer and backed out. She caught me looking at her butt, but she just grinned.

She gave me a few squirts and I rubbed it around. She handed me a rag and I wiped them off.

“Miss Morgan, you shouldn’t drive very far on that spare,” I told her. “How far are you going?”

“Twenty-five miles,” she told me.

“Well it should make it that far. You going to try to find a new tire tonight?”

“No, I don’t think there’s anything open.”

“Well, you’re wrong. There’s a shop that’s open late about three miles away. Which way are you going?”

“Santa Barbara,” she said.

“That’s more than 25 miles. How about I follow you over there to the tire shop, we get you a new tire and make sure you’re okay?”

“I’d like that. Thanks, you’re a really nice guy, Riggins.”

“My folks raised me to help people if I could,” I told her. “Drive me down to my truck and I’ll follow you.” I picked up my gun and got in.

The tire shop was open and they told her it would take an hour before they could get to her. We sat in the lobby for a few minutes and she noticed a Wendy’s next door.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Starving, how about you?”

“I was planning to drive through somewhere on the way home. I haven’t eaten since lunch. Will you let me buy you a burger?”

“I’d love for you to buy me a burger, Miss Morgan.”

She giggled. “Stop calling me Miss Morgan. My name is Thatcher. You said you liked it.”

“I do, but I didn’t know we were friends. I only call my friends by their first names.”

“Well, you saved me from maybe getting raped back there. You changed my tire and you’re looking out for me like this. You seem like a pretty good friend to me. You’re kind of old fashioned, aren’t you?”

“I guess so. I was raised in the Deep South by a Pastor. He wanted me to learn to be polite and I guess it stuck.”

We got our order and I slid into a booth. I was a little surprised when she scooted me over and sat by me. We were busy eating for a while and didn’t talk much. When I finished my burger, I leaned back and ate fries. I looked her over and she was beautiful. She had a cute little face and the most amazing eyes I’d ever seen. They were violet, I swear, with the longest lashes I’d ever seen. The tear in her blouse gave me peeks at a little lacy blue bra under her shirt. She had dark blonde hair that she wore about halfway to her waist. She felt my eyes on her and she blushed a little.

“Too bad about your window,” I told her. “At least it’s not raining. If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, Thatcher? I don’t mean to pry and you don’t have to tell me.”

“I know I look young,” she laughed, “but I’m 18. I graduate from high school in two months. How old are you, Riggins?”

“I’m 24,” I told her.

“Do you go to college? No, I guess you don’t. You’ve got too much money for a college guy.”

“Actually, I do,” I told her. “I’m working on a PhD from Southern Cal. I don’t go every day and I have lots of time to work.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’ll be a psychologist when I’m through with school. Right now, I buy and sell things.”

“What sorts of things?”

“All kinds. I buy abandoned storage units and sell the stuff. I sell computer parts, software and some illegal stuff; untaxed booze, weapons and cigarettes.”

“Well, you’re honest. I can’t believe you told me serik escort that.”

“I trust you,” I told her. “You’re not a policeman, are you?”

She laughed. “No, I hear they don’t come down here much. Are you a drug dealer, Riggins?”

“Sometimes,” I said. “I sell weed sometimes. I buy prescription drugs and sell them on the black market. There are lots of people that need drugs but can’t get them from doctors. I don’t sell street drugs other than weed. I sell weed to three kids with cancer. Their doctor won’t give them a prescription.”

“Will you sell me some?”

“No, do you need some?”

“No, but I get high sometimes.”

“Really? I didn’t imagine you would. Me, too. You want to smoke a joint?”

“Have you got one?”

“Yes, I carry just one. That way I can eat it if a cop stops me.”

“Let’s go outside and smoke it,” she said.

We sat on the grass under a tree between the tire shop and Wendy’s and lit up. “Ever had a shotgun?” I asked her.

“No, what’s that?”

I turned the doobie around and blew it toward her. She opened her mouth and sucked it in. Our lips were inches apart and I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t.

“Do you think I could do that?”

“Better not; it’s getting short. I don’t want you to get burnt.”

“Maybe some other time,” she said.

Now that got me thinking. She seemed like she was telling me I was going to see her again. I was thrilled, but didn’t want to take anything for granted.

“Would you take me to see a movie Friday?” she asked me.

It was like she knew what I was thinking. This little girl was amazing.

“I’d love to, Thatcher. Do you always ask guys out or is this the weed talking?”

“No, I’ve never asked a guy out before. I haven’t been on a lot of dates. It isn’t the weed talking, though. I really like you, Riggins, and it seemed like if I didn’t ask you, you weren’t going to ask me.”

“I probably wouldn’t have. I kind of thought you were out of my league. Good enough to change a tire and buy me a burger, but from kind of a different side of the tracks.”

“I guess you’re right. Well, that didn’t come out like I intended. I meant about the other side of the tracks. I mean, you’re a smuggler, and I wouldn’t ordinarily meet someone like you. I trust you, though. You probably saved my life back there. My parents are really good people and they’re very religious. My dad works for Ford and my mom is an RN. They wouldn’t let me date until this year. They don’t expose me to anything they think would be bad for me. I trust them and I don’t usually push the limits. I don’t hang with the bad boys. I think you’re really good looking, though, and I thought you probably wouldn’t ask a girl my age out.”

“Well, I wouldn’t ordinarily, but we’re friends, right?”

“Yes, do you think my tire is done yet?”

She held my hand as we walked across the parking lot and the weed had made us giggly, her more than me. I offered to loan her some money to pay for the tire but she put it on a card.

We sat in my truck for a while and talked. After we came down some, I got her number, gave her mine and agreed to pick her up at six on Friday. I went around and opened her door and she jumped down. I walked her to her car and she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek.

“Thanks, Riggins. I’ll never forget what you did. Those guys were going to rape me at the least. They might have killed me. You’re my hero.”

I put her in and she drove away. It was all surreal. I called my boy. He was a little put out because I hadn’t shown.

“Marc, I met a damsel in distress,” I told him. “I can do business anytime. I want those jump drives. Deliver them to my warehouse tomorrow and I’ll buy them if they work.”

I got the drives for a fair price. I mostly keep black market stuff in storage units. It’s pretty easy to rent them under assumed names. If the cops bust one open, no one knows who it belongs to? I called my people and sold most of them in the first two days. I drove up to Humboldt County and picked up 300 pounds of high-grade weed. That’s really the only time when I have my ass hanging out; when I’m transporting stuff. I was careful. I seal the weed in plastic just before I transport it. It’s important that it not be in there too long. Then I seal the plastic inside metal propane tanks holding dry ice. I carry lots of furniture and junk to look like I’ve been to a storage auction, and Joe Trooper isn’t usually willing to wade through all the junk when his dog hasn’t alerted. I’ve been stopped carrying weed a dozen times, but I’ve never been busted. Crossing the border from Mexico is a different ball game. I won’t do it.

Of course, non-drug contraband isn’t a problem except for weapons. No one knows where you got it anyway. I just feed them the storage auction line and I’m on my way. I don’t transport weapons. I have them delivered. I’ll fill orders, but I’m going to drop them someplace in the city limits and the customer can pick them up. I own a store that I sell the storage stuff at and the right customers know ibradi escort that the good stuff isn’t on the shelves. Oh, I do a thriving business selling legit stuff, but there’s an elevator in my office behind a bookshelf that goes down to a basement. It’s not in the building plans and I’m the only one that knows it’s there. I sell weapons, military grade equipment, bootleg computer stuff and electronic spy type gadgets. I’m not a fence, so if you steal some jewelry, don’t bring it to me. Like I said, I’m not a thief.

I’d been writing my thesis and it was going pretty well. I was doing a paper on physical education for kids with autism. I had a year to get it finished and it really wasn’t pressing on me. I worked on it some; made a deal for some of the new Glock 9MMs and sold a guy a system to spy on his wife at home. He thought she was cheating, but it turned out he was wrong.

Friday rolled around before I knew it. I called Thatcher and we were still on. She wanted to introduce “her hero” to her parents, but that scared me to death. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. I’ve been around enough religious old people to last a lifetime. I thought the truck looked a little redneck, so I drove my car. I’ve got a black and white ’57 Chevy that I drive for fun. It’s built to run a quarter in the 11’s and the interior is tricked out, too.

I dressed casual nice, and when I pulled up in Santa Barbara, I was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of vacuum cleaners. I figured that if they didn’t like me, I was done. It was all for nothing. Her parents were really nice. I think they were a little uneasy because of our age difference but Thatcher had told them what happened and they couldn’t stop thanking me. She kept her arm around me the whole time and that helped, too. I was robbing the cradle a little, but we met under unusual circumstances.

We made our getaway and Thatcher loved the Chevy. Her Mustang was one of the new GTs and I could tell she was cool about cars. She slid over and leaned against me with my arm around her. I love bench seats. I took her to eat at Outback and then we caught the new Hobbit movie. She was a big fan and I liked everything I found out about this girl. She told me all about school. She was near the top of her class, wanted to go to UCLA and she was a cheerleader. She played trombone in the band and she liked art and math.

I told her about my thesis, the store and what it was like to make a deal for an unregistered gun. She wanted to see the store so I took her over. She was impressed and wanted to buy a lamp I got out of a storage unit. It was a green stone mermaid that she fell in love with, but when I told her how much it was she changed her mind. She used the restroom and I packed it up and put it in the car.

I took her down to the lower level and she was impressed. “Is all this stuff illegal?” she asked.

“No, you can own most of it; I just don’t have a license to sell it.” She handled the guns and I asked her if she wanted one.

“It might come in handy next time you have a flat and I’m not around,” I told her.

“I don’t know how to shoot, and Mom and Dad would freak.”

“I don’t know, Thatcher. They seem pretty cool to me. I think they’d sleep better knowing you weren’t going to be dragged out of your car and raped. I’ll tell you what: You take this taser, talk to them about the gun and if they say okay I’ll hook you up.”

She was good with that. We sat on a sofa near the front window and watched the foot traffic and listened to music. I gave her a beer. She wasn’t old enough and she didn’t like it much, but she finished it. She slid over against me and put my arm around her. I hugged her up and she felt and smelled amazing.

“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked.

“I want to,” I said. “Do you want me to?”

“I’ve been waiting all night. I’m glad you’re a slow mover, though; I’m sort of new at this.”

You couldn’t have told by the way her lips moved. They were full and puffy and soft, and they were the sweetest lips I ever tasted. She had braces and they kind of got in the way, but it was a very nice and very long kiss. She moved around to straddle me and kissed me some more. I could feel her breasts against my chest and it was very sexy. They were small, almost hard little cones, but definitely there and definitely female. When she sat up, I could see her nipples trying to poke through her thin shirt. She obviously didn’t have on a bra, not that she needed one. I wanted to touch one, but I definitely didn’t want to scare this little angel away.

“Will you go to the basketball game with me Tuesday?” she asked. “I’ll make sure we do some cool stunts.”

“I’d love to. Is it a home game?”

“Yeah, I’d love to show you off. Our colors are green and white. Will you wear something green?”

I would have agreed to go naked. She wasn’t done with me. The thought made my heart pound and I wrapped her up in my arms and squeezed her to my chest just to get the memory of the way she felt. It was getting late and I didn’t want to worry her parents so they wouldn’t let her go out with me again. I took her home and her folks asked me to sit with them at the ball game on Tuesday. They attended every one she cheered at, it turned out, and it was obvious they thought she hung the moon. I did, too, but some of that affection for her transferred to me and they were very nice to me.

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A/N- Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. If any character holds a fraction of similarities it’s purely coincidental. Based off an encounter my friend told me about!

Huge thanks to Gentoxic for editing this story! Truly appreciate them.

*****

The day is warm. Clear blue skies with white fluffy clouds dotted here and there. It’s a perfect day to just relax. The afternoon sun is bright and shining overhead, providing even more warmth to the duo outside. Eighteen year old Selena Gamble sits beside the pool with her feet dangling in the cool water. Her long light brown hair is twisted up into a signature messy bun.

Selena bobs her head to the song blaring out from the speakers positioned beside the pool. Large red sunglasses sit upon her pert nose while her skin soaks up rays of the afternoon sun. The other occupant swims laps up and down the length of the backyard pool. Back muscles rippling under the clear water. Tan skin, a beacon to Selena as she watches over her friend.

“Looks like it’s time,” Selena mumbles under her breath at the sound of the stopwatch timer going off. Kicking her legs up and out of the water, spraying it onto the grass off to the side, she stands from her spot in the shallow end. She walks toward the deep end, stopwatch in hand, and prepares to start the countdown. “Jesse you have twenty-five seconds left before time’s up!”

The tan mass doesn’t stop once, but continues on with their laps. “Fifteen seconds!” Selena shouts while leaning against the patio table. She twirls a loose strand of hair around her finger. Sparkly nails glittering in the sunlight. She breathes out a sigh as the time dwindles down. “Ten seconds!” then, “Five…four…three, come on Jesse! One…zero!” Selena makes as if to fire off a gun with her fingers towards the pool.

The tan form in the pool abruptly stops once they reach the deep end. Loud, fierce pants come from him as he hefts himself out from the water. Towel already in hand, Selena waves her outstretched arm at the wet and dripping body a few feet away. “Here. Hurry and dry off so we can eat lunch already!” Selena glances up momentarily from her cellphone to peer at the glistening wet body of her neighbor and best friend, Jesse Hayes.

Damn was he fine. A nice developed six pack of rock hard abs, smooth tan skin that felt hot to the touch. It still shocked Selena that Jesse was only a few months older than her, being eighteen also. His usual messy dark hair is slicked back away from his face so that water doesn’t drip into his eyes. Those eyes. An icy blue that left girls breathless with their wicked lustful light. And then his smile, the smile that stole her breath away every time he graced her with its glow.

Selena has to shake herself from her inner musings before she starts to drool. “Your water bottle is on the table, want a sandwich?” With one last shameless glance at the water cascading down his torso all the way down to the happy trail leading into his swim shorts, Selena can’t help but bite her bottom lip. He’s so damn sexy! What’s worse is that he knows it too.

The deep timbre of his voice stops Selena in her tracks as she starts to walk back inside her house. Jesse’s voice is deep and rich when it meets her ears, causing chills to race up her spine. “Sure, no tomato.”

She rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses. As if she would forget. “Yeah and no mustard either,” Selena turns and lowers her glasses a bit. Her gaze is filled with mirth as she eyes him over the rim of her shades, “I remember Jesse, I’ve been making you sandwiches since we were ten.”

He gives her a sheepish shrug before towel drying his hair. Selena has to forcibly turn away before she gets caught checking him out. It would be bad if Jesse knew what she thought of him. Which to be fair it only started this past year when he finally got contacts and began to wear clothes that actually fit him properly. Guess that’s what happens when you find a crush and want to impress them, because that’s exactly what Jesse did.

Inside the house, Selena scrambles together plain white bread and various sandwich meats. She remembers to cut the sandwiches in halves because Jesse kumluca escort will pout if she doesn’t. She makes one for herself and two for him, after his swim practice he usually works up an appetite. Hovering about the kitchen, Selena doesn’t notice when a newly dried Jesse walks up behind her.

“That looks good,” When a slim, muscular arm comes around to sneak a half of turkey on wheat, Selena can’t help but jump in surprise.

“Jesse! I told you to stop scaring me like that!” Selena scolds and holds a hand against her rapidly beating heart. Not because he scared her, not at all. It’s the close proximity between them that has her heart racing. The smell of chlorine sticks to his suntanned skin, eyes alight with mischief as he cages Selena in with his arms.

“You know what else looks good?” Selena gives a sharp inhale at his words. Recently Jesse had become overly flirtatious. He said it was for practice for his crush, but whenever Selena asked about it, Jesse would shut down.

His heated gaze causes Selena’s bottom lip to quiver. “Wha-what looks good?” Her breaths start to come out as pants as she leans her body toward his. His body warmth radiating to hers.

Jesse plants his arms on either side of her. Sandwich long forgotten on the granite countertop. He drags his eyes slowly up and down, drinking in the sight of her. The way her plump DD breasts cling tightly to her bikini. Soft belly which he loves to plant kisses on when the two start a tickle fight. How small her shorts are, leaving nothing to the imagination, long tan legs that he wishes to wrap around his hips while plowing into her. If only Selena knew, if only she wasn’t so innocent to his advances.

His so called crush wasn’t over some random girl at school. His heart fluttering, toe curling, beautiful crush is Selena. His childhood friend that he used to take baths with as children. The girl he chased around with a sword while they played knights, before finally settling down for a round of dressup. Jesse was always understanding to Selena and her needs, never making her upset. Only recently did it dawn on him that the love he carried for her was more than just friendship. No it was true undivided love for the sexy vixen he grew up with.

“You. You look good.” You’d look even better with my cock in your mouth he wants to say. With that he leaves a stuttering Selena in the kitchen as he heads out the kitchen, down the hall, and toward the basement, sandwich in hand.

After his departure Selena relaxes. It’s short lived though when the his words finally settle in her mind. He’s toying with her! That’s it! She’s just practice for his secret crush. Red hot anger fills her veins as Selena finds herself slamming the fridge door closed. She stalks down the hall after Jesse. In a flurry of curses and stomps she walks down the stairs into the dimly lit basement.

The basement is more of a man cave than anything else. Couches, beanbags, and a large flatscreen TV on the wall furnish the area. Most of the lights are either dead or barely hanging on, providing just the right amount of light. Jesse sits on one the recliners, leaning back with a pair of sweatpants hugging his delectable hips. The TV is blaring a random sports game while his feet are propped and crossed at the ankles. His plate is halfway empty save for one last half of sandwich.

Selena sets her hands on her hips. Stalking up to his lax form she leans on one foot with her hip cocked to the side. All Jesse does is slow his chewing, stare at her for a second before glancing back at the TV. “Jesse Hayes,” her barefoot begins to tap on the carpeted floor. Still Jesse doesn’t lift his eyes up again from the TV. “You have three seconds to answer me before you regret it.”

Jesse slowly stretches before setting his plate on the short table to his right. He deliberately takes his time in sipping from his water bottle. The way his Adam’s apple bobs drives Selena crazy. She doesn’t know why but she finds it oh so sexy. Selena clenches her thighs together tightly, wanting to desperately be that water bottle.

Quick as a whip his arm slithers out and around her back. Jesse’s lara escort bayan other hand grasps her wrists and tugs her forward. Selena comes crashing down across his lap before she can even blink. Loud laughter fills her ears as Jesse starts to guffaw at her. If Selena was angry a few seconds ago, now she’s furious!

His palm slides over her ass, softly teasing. His other hand ventures up her smooth back till he reaches the ties to her bikini. She shivers from his touch. “What will I regret?” Jesse decides to humor her. His fingers play with the cords wanting to untie them.

Selena fums not knowing what to do, let alone what’s going on. Why is Jesse acting so weird? Most importantly why was he just fondling her ass! “If you don’t move your hand that’s what!” she screeches while trying to scramble off him.

He rolls his eyes at her actions. Not wanting the game to end too shortly, Jesse decides it’s now or never. His hand gently squeezes her round bottom, palming the tightly stretched denim. “If I’m already going to be in trouble guess I can’t stop now.” He continues his ministrations with his fingers on the ties, officially untying the thin cords from their loose hold. The bikini slips from her shoulders and Selena gives a squeal. As if time slowed to a stop. The bikini tumbles onto her lap and Jesse’s eyes widen like oversized grapes.

“Jesse what are you doing!” Selena tries to sit up again. Helplessly clutching the thin material to her chest. Trying to save her last shred of dignity. Jesse leans back to situate himself against the leather recliner. Switching hands he grabs ahold of Selena’s wrists to pin her arms against her. He overlaps their legs so that she can’t move, finally settling her back against his chest. She sits upright against him, head in the crook of his neck, bikini falling onto the floor.

Breasts now on display, her nipples begin to harden from the cool air that hits them. Her heaving bosom is on for show as Jesse wrestles with her, and ultimately wins. Her wrists are bound in his large hand, while his other hand slowly creeps around her waist. “I’m doing what any man would do when they have a beautiful young woman dressed like this in front of them.” He plants a chaste kiss to her neck. Softly sucking on the skin.

His heated breath against her skin sends tingles straight down to her core. Her restraint is failing, conscience failing, mental walls crumbling. “Jess…stop messing around.” The nickname falls on deaf ears as Jesse runs his thumb along the underside of her right breast. Hand coming up to squeeze the soft orb.

Jesse begins to relentlessly suck on her neck. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin as he runs his tongue along the tender flesh. Fingers coming up to pinch and twist her pretty pink erect nipple. A sweet moan falls from Selena’s lips. She wriggles in his grasp, pushing her breast even more into his calloused hands. “Please…” Selena’s voice is husky as she begins to slowly move against him. Round ass rotating around on his lap.

Hips thrust up to meet her, a deep chuckle vibrates within his chest, “Please what?”

At this point Selena is so mixed up in the lust she feels that she doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t care that this is her neighbor and best friend, all Selena wants is more friction against the hardness throbbing beneath her. “More,” she grinds down on his lap, choosing to throw her head back when a particularly quivering wave of ecstasy hits her. Jesse drops her bound wrists, in favor of groping the large round orbs that he longed to taste.

The two get lost in each other. Selena grinds down on his hard cock, shamefully still covered by his sweatpants. Wetness is literally seeping through the denim of her jean shorts. That’s how turned on Selena is right now. Hips colliding together, Jesse leans down again to suck at her tender neck. He leaves multiple nips here and there, loving the way her skin starts to turn a nice shade of red from how hard she’s blushing.

He leaves a particularly bruising hickey on her sweet spot, continuing to suck on it even after Selena shudders against him. He licks the red mark that will surely be manavgat escort purple by the morning. “Turn around for me baby.” Instantly, if possible, his cock hardens even more at the pet name. Jesse helps to turn Selena around in his lap so that her legs straddle his hips. Sexes now hovering barely inches from one another, only covered by clothing.

DD breasts that were once haunting his dreams with their soft roundness and rosebud nipples are finally free to his roaming gaze. Jesse glances up to catch a peek at her face, only to see that Selena’s eyes are blown wide with lust. Half lidded eyes beg him for more, to go on and help her reach that delicious high. He plans on doing just that.

Soft lips wrap around her areola. Tongue stroking against the hardened nipple to send shocks through the trembling body above him. Selena plants her hands atop his shoulders, using them as a crutch. She throws her head back once his sinful mouth starts to leave numerous love bites on each breast. Switching between the two. Hands drift up into his thick hair, twisting the dark locks to bring his lips up and away from her heaving breasts.

The two teens lock eyes in the dark room, eyes almost glowing, it’s as if a match is struck. Suddenly Jesse leans up, crashing his lips to Selena’s. They clash together, fighting for dominance, tongues intertwining. His hand comes around to cup her cheek, drifting down to lightly choke her. Meanwhile his other hand slides along the curves and dips of her waist. Coming to rest on her hip. Selena in turn starts to moan into the kiss, loving the way he takes her.

Jesse already knows they can’t go all the way. Mainly because her parents will be home soon, but how he wishes to sink into her wet, tight heat. Watch as inch by inch of his hardness sinks into her. Feel the grip she has on his cock as she draws him back in to meet his thrusts evenly. Lost in his fantasy Jesse loses himself in Selena. Drops of pre-cum dripping from his lengthy member, wetting the fabric of the sweatpants. Thrusting up to meet her fast grinds and rotating hips, he growls, biting her lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed. Selena gasps in surprise but also melts against him. She wanted more, even more than what was happening now.

She wanted his thick, hard cock inside her, thrusting in and out of her tender love canal. Long heated strokes to sate her passions. His breath across her heated skin while she cries out his name. Legs wrapped tightly around his hips, or even propped up on his shoulders for even better access. With these thoughts, Selena loses the thin string holding her sane, plummeting down in the erotic haze around them.

Jesse’s tongue swirls inside her mouth, battling hers in a fierce tango. Moans and groans emit from them both while they share this passionate kiss. Hands roaming over fiery skin, memorizing the plains of smoothness. Selena rolls her hips roughly down, the shining light in the distance getting steadily closer, Jesse on the other hand is thrusting up like a madman. His grip on her is tight enough to leave bruises.

Her sweet moans fill the dimly lit basement as Selena rides him. Hands clinging to his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin, raking her nails across. Nice red scratch marks are left behind. They rock against one another climbing the mountain higher and higher before suddenly falling. A wave crashes over Selena as her climax ultimately shatters through her entire body. The hard erection beneath her soaked thighs pulses as Jesse reaches his own release. He leans back imagining pumping her tight cavern full of his cum. Sinking her teeth down into his neck, Selena leaves kisses and nips. Glowing with pride at the purplish hickeys already forming.

In the afterglow of their climaxes, both Selena and Jesse sink into peaceful silence. Slick wetness coats the inside of Selena’s shorts, overflowing down her inner thighs. “That,” her breaths come out in shallow huffs, “was way better than sex.” Jesse chuckles in return, stroking her back softly.

“Sure hope so.” He plants a kiss to her head with a sigh. Softening erection still throbbing from such a powerful release. The feel of his own cum plastered against his thighs while it cools is enough for Jesse to want to move, at least to clean it up. Not right now though. Not with a beautiful goddess like Selena on his lap. Not wanting to leave the warmth that radiates off the other, the duo stay in place before finally going for round two in the shower. A long, hot shower.

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Many thanks to friend and reader Eric_Shift for his valuable suggestions with some of the dialog in this story.

***

Athena bounded up the path from the sea caves, leaping the old steps two and three at a time, scattering kaleidoscopic clouds of birds and bugs. Her muscles burned as she pushed herself harder in anticipation of reaching the crest of the ridge. That’s where the lush emerald tunnel that crowded the trail since it turned inland from the coast gave way to the sun, the breeze and panoramic views of the whole island. From there it was a mostly level jog along the snaky trail as it followed the knife edged ridge to the cliffs. At the end of the trail there were old naval gun emplacements at the bottom of another set of cracked concrete steps some doomed Japanese soldiers had built a distant age ago. She knew the path so well she could run it in the dark. Sometimes she did.

She broke from the trees and was in the sun again. Athena kept running; muscles stretching, lungs heaving, skin perspiring, mind focused only on her next few footfalls. As usual she ran barefoot, wearing a headband and a sports bra. She wore nothing else.

She loved to jog along her jungle trails in the nude but, unfortunately, her breasts had developed to a point where that was no longer practical. She resented the large, teardrop shaped mounds that stood out from her chest and awkwardly bounced and swayed with every movement. She especially hated the way they collected sweat underneath when she slouched in a chair to read or bent forward to pick through the streams and tidal pools. Ingrid had laughed at her annoyance. She confidently predicted Athena would one day be glad to have such a “spectacular pair of ta-tas”. But when pressed for details, the stout German matron would only grin and say, “You’ll see Boo-boo.” Athena had not been convinced. However, when she noticed how her rapidly transforming body evoked so much distress in her father, she realized perhaps there was power in those ridiculous mounds after all.

Irritating her father and the flunkies he’d employed as her keepers had become something of a hobby for her. Bored and lonely, she lashed out at any convenient target. So when she saw the growing distress in her father’s eyes when confronted with her increasingly adult body, she knew she’d finally found her perfect weapon. She became a nudist. Max, her bodyguard, and her father fussed and yelled, but they found that, after having already taken her freedom from her, they had left themselves no effective punishment.

So, a nudist-of-spite she remained. Max and her other handlers had finally stopped even trying to get her to clothe herself unless her father was around. And he was around precious little. He had left this morning, in fact. He’d only stayed three days, enough time to wish her happy birthday and introduce her to her latest voluptuous “step-mom” before flying away again to be absent for months and month.

Her irritation and hopelessness spurred her into a sprint. The effort cleared her mind and soothed her simmering anger. It occurred to her she hadn’t heard the helicopter return. Max wasn’t back yet. Good, she thought. In her opinion it was ridiculous to have a bodyguard on this boring little island. Max struggled to justify his position as though a regimen of unnecessary patrols and lengthy, painful martial arts lessons imposed upon Athena several times a week. All that was bad enough, but to Athena his presence was yet another reminder that her father had deemed her too valuable to be free.

And so she ran; nearly naked; from one end of the island to the other; day after day after day; beautiful, sleek and a little crazy – a she-tiger in raised in too small a cage.

She now loped easily along the more or less level trail that snaked along the spine of the heights. She looked off to her left at the white, loosely clustered buildings of the failed resort her father had bought and converted to serve as her spacious prison. She scanned the usual view: the azure lagoon; the northern valley cloaked in emerald jungle; the rocky hills wreathed in blue mist. But when she looked ahead she saw the short, stout form of Ingrid standing at the junction of the trail back to the cabins. Something was wrong. Ingrid’s damp, florid face registered sadness. She raised a hand and called to Athena. She was saying something…

***

Athena never remembered Ingrid telling her that her Father was dead; she only remembered having been told. It was as if the course of her life had suffered a fracture and the crack had left a gap. She only remembered standing at the trail junction, bare-bottomed, sweaty and unsure what to do or how to react while her hefty German matron started walking back to the compound, sadly shaking her head.

Athena felt shock, but she did not feel sadness. Actually, honestly, it was as if her prayers had been answered in every detail. When her father had only promised to “think about it” when she demanded her freedom on her eighteenth birthday, she antalya escort had asked God for some horrible things. And – apparently – God had listened. She was free.

The helicopter had killed him, Ingrid had said. It had crashed. Athena remembered Victoria, the latest step-mother. The sadness finally came. She’d actually kind of liked Victoria.

Victoria was a blond, eastern European woman with blue eyes, big boobs, curvy hips and about fifteen more years than Athena. She was exactly the type of short-term step-mother she’d come to expect from her father. But Victoria had been surprisingly different. Unlike the others, Victoria had shown real interest in Athena. They had spoken as equals, like friends, or even sisters. Victoria had even spoken frankly about secret things everyone else had been too scared of her father to discuss. They had spoken of the world beyond the horizon, of boys and men… of sex. After years of being surrounded by the people her Father had hired to raise her, the two days with Victoria had been the nearest Athena had to a friend in half a lifetime.

She paused to get to her knees in a dusty patch of grass. She prayed that Victoria was OK.

Dazed, Athena walked aimlessly. It was hot. She peeled off her top to enjoy the feeling of the sun and wind on her bare body. She drifted down off the ridge, past the old overgrown bunkers and into the trees before she found herself back by the eastern edge of the old resort compound, not too far from her bungalow. She found a hose hooked to a working spigot and rinsed the sweat from her unruly black hair with the cool water. The chill was brief, the air being so warm, but Athena enjoyed it, admiring her own goosepimply skin and pert nipples. She raised a hand to caress them wistfully.

She was suddenly giddy. Good God, she was free at last. The thought of being able to leave this island and finally live her life gave her a thrill. Cupping her left breast in her hand, she drew her fingertips down her belly and flicked at her public hairs a few times. She thought of the things she wanted to try when she got off this island; things her Father had marooned her here to keep her from. Her finger was just beginning to glide into the damp, tender folds between her thighs when she thought she heard a voice from around the pool house.

She peeked around the corner to see Chin, the old caretaker, walking away while the two handymen watched him go and shrugged at each other. The handymen were Australian, brought in to fix the storm damage from the big cyclone last month. They were younger than the men her Father usually hired; the blond one was perhaps thirty and over six feet tall; the brown-haired one was a little younger and a lot shorter. They were both shirtless, working under a tarp with their tools and the disassembled water filter spread out around them. She had seen them only twice before and both times they had refused to even look at her, no doubt pre-warned by Max to avert their eyes from his charge or else.

Keenly aware of her nudity for the first time in years, her skin was electric with anticipation and a little fear. She stepped from behind the white stucco box of the pool house and began walking towards the handymen. “My handymen,” she reminded herself.

The shorter one noticed her with a wide-eyed double take and nudged his colleague. They both faced her with slack jawed surprise as she walked up naked, her tanned skin glistening with sweat. Her large brown eyes met theirs. The mere fact that they didn’t look away this time sent a tingle through her body.

“We’re, uh… We’re sorry to hear about your dad,” said the taller one, straining to conduct himself coolly.

“Yeah,” added the other one, nodding sympathetically.

“Thank you so much. You’re very kind,” she answered formally.

An awkward pause enveloped them. The tall one shifted nervously from foot to foot while his friend absentmindedly opened and closed a pair of grimy pliers. She noticed how they kept looking down to grab glances at her body, how their eyes had an animal hunger in them when they looked back up to her face. She could feel their barely contained lust wash over her like a physical force. It was intoxicating.

A gush of wind riled the trees all along the valley. The dappled light filtering through the palms around the pool skittered and danced over the small group. Athena felt a sudden lurch of nausea as the guys’ faces seemed to grow washed out and grainy. They appeared to develop harsh black halos in the shifting, strobing sunlight.

“Oh no,” she said weakly, throwing her hands up over her face to shut out the suddenly too intense light as she sagged down in a rush to get to the ground before she blacked out. She hadn’t had a seizure in months. Why now?

The world receded as she rolled onto the flagstones. She was dimly aware of the two handymen buzzing around her, trying to help. She couldn’t focus on their words, but their frantic voices were charged with panic. She pressed demre escort her forehead to the hard, cool ground fighting fiercely to keep from slipping into a seizure. The coolness soothed her over-agitated mind. The heaviness of thought began to recede a little and she knew she’d won. It had been close.

“Shit miss, please… are you OK?” said one of the men in a nasally voice as he kneeled close by, his head within inches of hers.

“I’m OK. Just give me a second,” she finally said.

“Fuck me dead,” he groaned and sat back on his haunches in relief.

“I about shit meself,” said the other, standing close by.

“Can we get you anything?” said the one now sitting on the ground next to her.

Athena could hear that the wind was still rustling the trees and she dreaded confronting the dancing, disorienting light, but she was feeling suddenly cold and she wanted to get out into the sun. “Can you guys move me out into the sun?” she asked.

There was a pause. “Um… pick you up and move you?”

“Yes. Please.”

They fumbled helplessly, trying to figure out the best way to lift a nude, sweaty girl lying face down on the ground. One asked her to roll over and she shifted over to her side, both arms thrown across her clenched-shut eyes. Finally they had her; their arms under her; their strong hands holding her; moving her out into the sun. She ventured a peek and the guys smiled weakly as they laid her down on a white plastic lounge chair.

“What happened there?” asked the taller one.

“I just get these… spells from time to time.”

“Are you OK now?”

“Yes. It’s just that the crazy light under the trees makes me feel woozy sometimes, especially if my mind is working too fast.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ve got plenty on your mind,” said the short one sitting down on the lounger next to her. He perched on the very edge, hovering close. She could smell his body; a masculine smell. He looked into her eyes with sympathy but as she held his gaze she could feel a coarse brutishness roiling behind his mask of concern.

“I was just thinking how there is so much I’ve missed, being stuck out here,” she said. She was feeling their lust again. She looked up at the tall one, who was still standing over her. She caught him staring down at the patch of fuzz between her legs. He looked away quickly, catching her eye with a look of embarrassment; but again, deep within, the look of desire.

“I bet you can’t wait to get started with your life, huh?” asked the tall one. His question was heavy with the hint of a possible new beginning; here, now.

For several long seconds Athena looked up at him without answering. His eyebrow arched slightly. She knew what he was asking, but she was at a loss on how to answer. The complicated dance of hint and nuance was all too new to her. She had no experience in dealing with men, with their desires and propositions. She stood on the threshold of a new life and was discovering that there was a new language, a language of seduction, in which she had no grounding. Like all unprepared immigrants newly arrived in a foreign land, she blustered forward as best she could. Before she knew what she was saying she had blurted out, “I want to have sex.”

Stunned, they hesitated. The tall one said, “Are you sure?”

The short one looked daggers at him as if to say, Don’t fuck this up.

With an anxious smile she said, “I think I’m sure. But, one at a time, OK? This is my first time.”

Both men paused, unable to believe this was real. They both looked around them, scanning the area, as if to detect a trick. When they faced Athena again she smiled expectantly at them, reaffirming her request.

“Who…um… Who first?” asked the short one.

“You decide,” she said. She didn’t care. She just wanted to get started before she got scared.

“You got a coin mate?” asked the tall one of the short one.

The short one stood up, fished a coin from his pocket and asked the other if he wanted heads or tails. Athena stood up to watch with a sense of unreality as the coin popped up into the air, sailed end over end and landed face up. The short handyman pumped his fist into the air in celebration as he won her virginity.

He took her hand and looked into her eyes. She smiled weakly; suddenly nervous. He leaned in to kiss her and met her lips with a few delicate kisses before his lips parted and his tongue probed lightly into her mouth. She felt his hands find her body and draw her to him. Her nipples brushed the hair of his chest as his hands firmly pressed the small of her back. She eagerly followed his lead; pushing back with her tongue, pressing her breasts into him. His palms ran along the curve of her bottom as his hips met hers. She felt his manhood swell within his khaki pants as the firmness pushed against her. Desire flooded her, overwhelmed her. She ached for him to enter her.

“Please take me,” she gasped.

“Yeah. But before I do, I’m gonna elmalı escort make you come.”

He eased her back onto the lounger and put his hands on her knees. Gently he spread her legs, his eyes watching her glistening sex as it opened for him. The other handyman stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. “Fuck me; would you look at that,” he rasped.

Athena was ready: so ready. The appreciative stares of the men, the way they seemed to hungrily drink in her body with their eyes, was driving her wild. She discovered the thrill of being wanted. She wanted them in return.

The short handyman lowered himself to his knees. Yes, she thought. Do it now. Athena looked down the length of her body at him. He didn’t seem positioned right, like he had knelt a little too far away. She also noticed his pants were still on. He began bending towards her, his face dropping down between her thighs. She trembled in surprise when she realized what he was going to do. The idea of someone putting their face down there, into the smell, into the slime, was shocking to her, revolting even. But then his mouth was on her, his lips and tongue playing up and down the creases of her vulva, probing into her, circling and flicking her clitoris, lapping up her juices.

The pleasure shot through her like a shock. It was so much more intense than when she touched herself. She was panting and moaning uncontrollably, clutching the sides of the lounger as she pushed her mound up to meet his mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the tall one sitting on a neighboring lounger, stoking his penis — so that’s what one looks like – as he watched his friend eagerly feast on her pussy. It was all too much. Her body tightened. She reached down to grasp the hair on the head between her thighs; thrashing and groaning as the orgasm took control of her.

She was still fighting to catch her breath as he got up off his knees and let his pants fall to the ground. His penis was hard and stood out and up at a sharp angle. He sat between her legs with his firm manhood resting on her damp mat of pubic hair. She looked up at him with feral eyes. He looked down at her with a wet, sloppy grin.

“You ready Luv?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

“It hurts the first time. But it gets better,” he warned her as he shifted his pelvis back and began to feed himself into her. She felt him enter her. He was going slowly. It felt so right, like a missing piece she hadn’t even known she was lacking. His progress met resistance within her. With a slight pull back and a steady push he broke through. She squirmed at the sharp bite of pain within her. And then he was all the way in. It hurt.

“Oh,” he gasped and went rigid. “Shit,” he groaned as he bent over her, twitching and convulsing. The fullness of him in her seemed to subside. Then he was still.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him, worried she’d made a mistake.

“I’m sorry, I came.”

Athena was confused. That was it? She was expecting something monumental. She looked over at the taller, older handyman, but he wasn’t looking at her. Following his gaze she saw he was looking at his friend, who was standing up now, his deflated penis wet with oily white slime and pink streaks of her maiden blood.

“Move over mate, my turn,” said the tall one.

He took his place between her legs and easily slid his cock into her wet hole. He was considerably thicker. She gasped as it pushed past her shattered virginity and filled her completely. She shuddered with new kinds of pleasure as he began to move inside her. Even the lingering pain from her broken maidenhead gave her a kind of weird arousal. She matched the rhythm of his long slow pumps into her, grinding her pelvis to meet his thrusts. As he thrust into her he lowered his face to her bosom, running his lips and tongue over, under and between her breasts. She groaned loudly — it felt so good- and arched her back, pushing her chest up to meet his attention. His teeth found her nipples; pinching, pulling, grinding; pushing her closer to another climax with the pleasure/pain of his assault on her body.

But then he stopped.

“We need to change up or I’m gonna blow.”

“What do you want me to do?” she panted. She wished he hadn’t stopped; she had been so close to another climax.

“Let me lay on me back. You get on top,” he said.

The idea intrigued her. She swung her legs to the side and stood to let him take position face up on the lounger. She smiled at her previous partner who sat close at by, his hand massaging his reawakening phallus. He took the opportunity to lean in and kiss and nip at her ass before she swung her leg over his friend’s reclining body.

She lowered herself to meet his stiff tool. Taking it in hand she took the opportunity to admire the strangeness of it; of its inner rigidity, its outer softness. She guided it to the soggy lips of her pussy, sliding the head over her clit, down the crevice of her sex to her eager orifice. She sighed as she lowered herself onto the shaft. In control now, she began riding it, shifting her position slightly this way and that until she was hitting her sweet spot on every stroke. He sat up so his face met her bouncing, swaying tits. Taking a nipple in his mouth he bit lightly, tugging at her with his teeth.

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EARLY ONE EVENING

“You know, Mom? I like going out with Johnny but he keeps trying to get fresh with me. How should I handle him,” Barbara Baker asked her mother.

“How old is Johnny,” her mother asked.

“He’s my age, twenty years old.”

“What does he do,” her mother asked expecting Barbara to say something like, “He works in a super market.”

“He keeps trying to feel my breasts.”

Mother retained her composure and responded, “If I were twenty, like you, I would expect any twenty year old boyfriend to try to feel my breasts. If you like him, let him.”

THE NEXT DAY

“Mom, I let Johnny feel my breasts last night when we talked in the driveway. Do you know what he tried to do?”

“He tried to get under your blouse.”

“How do you know? Well, yes, he did and I let him. I let him unbutton my blouse and undo my bra, but then he wanted more.”

“I bet he tried to feel your stomach. He’s working his way down to your private parts.”

“How do you know? Was Daddy like that? Anyway, I slapped him and came in the house. What should I do about him?”

“If you want to let him get to your private parts, let him. If you don’t want to let him get there, come straight home and stop dating him. The poor boy is in agony. He doesn’t know it but his body is telling him to make you pregnant.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant now but I want to keep dating him. I want to stay a virgin until I marry. What can I do now to keep him?”

“There are several things you can do. The easiest thing to do is get him to jerk off. If he presses his stiff penis against you and tries to masturbate, let him, encourage him, praise him for doing it. You could give him a hand job. Do you know how to give him a hand job?

“Not really, Mom”

“A hand job is simple. You just take his dick in your hand and rub it back and forth, sometimes gently, sometimes, vigorously. Until he cums in your hands. konyaaltı escort Don’t worry. A handful of cum won’t hurt you.”

“And, what is a blow job?”

“You do the same thing only you do it with your mouth. Just be gentle on him. He will need that dick to knock you, or someone else, up some day. You know, it’s no big deal. With a blowjob, when he comes, he’ll want to come in your mouth. Let him. He’ll tell you, ‘Swallow it all, don’t lose a drop.’ Swallow it for him. A girl has to swallow a bucket of cum before she can become a grandmother. Once you or he gets the notion of a hand job or a blowjob, it all comes naturally.”

“Do you give Daddy blow jobs and hand jobs?”

“Your father really enjoys fucking me. He loves to fuck me in the ass. Sometimes I give him a hand job or a blowjob for a change of pace. Whatever you do, you have to have your man ejaculate to calm him down. Do you know what “ejaculate” means?”

“It means male him cum.”

“No matter how you handle him, after he comes, he’ll be calm for a while and you can control him, maybe”

“Mom! Do you and Daddy really do all those things?”

“Naturally, Daddy’s human. I wouldn’t want to marry a man who didn’t want to make physical love to me.”

“Did you enjoy doing all those things for Daddy?”

“Yes, I loved it. We still do it, just not so often. We enjoy each other.”

“Did you and Daddy actually do those things before you got married?”

“You were born three months after our wedding.”

“I’d like to let Johnny go further than feeling my boobs”

“Let him.”

“It’s uncomfortable in his truck.”

“I can fix that problem. I’ll tell Daddy about your problems and he will agree with me that you need privacy and comfort. I’ll get him to go to bed after the eleven o’clock news on nights when you are out with Johnny. You can invite Johnny in to watch a late movie and lara escort have the living room all to yourself. The rest is up to you.”

“Oh, Mommy, you are a dear.”

THE NEXT NIGHT

After spending some time bowling and stopping for a soft drink and muffin, Johnny suggested they go parking down by the waterfront.

“Like I told you before, Johnny. I am uncomfortable making out with you in those bucket seats that you have in your truck. I want to go home.”

“But it’s early yet.”

“Yes, it is. We can play Monopoly in the kitchen or we can watch TV with my parents. They will go to bed early and we can “not-watch” a late movie.”

“And if your parents don’t go to bed early?””

“Then you won’t get to play with my boobs.”

Reluctantly, Johnny agreed to spend the evening watching TV with Barbara’s parents.

With a wink of her eye, Mrs. Baker suggested to her husband that they watch the ten o’clock news instead of the eleven o’clock news and go to bed early. He agreed. Promptly at ten thirty, the couple retired for the evening.

“There’s a musical on Channel Four,” Barbara suggested.

“There’s a war story on Channel Eleven,” Johnny said.

“Do you think you’ll watch it,” Barbara asked.

“I’m more likely to watch that than a musical.”

“We can watch your war story but there will be no kissing until it’s over,” Barbara said.

“We will watch your musical,” Johnny responded.

“They settled on watching the musical but they didn’t watch much of it. Before the opening credits were complete, the young couple were locked in a loving embrace.

“You’re wrinkling my blouse,” she whispered as he kissed and licked her ear. His hand was fondling her breast.

“I’ll help you take it off,” he said as he let go of her breast.

Barbara’s blouse landed on the wing back chair across the room.

“I’m having trouble undoing manavgat escort bayan the last snap on you bra.”

Barbara reached back and unsnapped it for him. The bra landed on the floor near the wing back chair.

He sucked a nipple as his hand reached under her skirt. She kissed him tenderly on the back of his neck.

“What color are your panties?”

“Look for yourself.”

“Oh, they’re yellow. I like yellow panties.”

“I think you would like any color panties if I showed them to you while I am wearing them.”

Johnny was too busy feeling Barbara’s crotch through her panties to respond. He leaned against her; she took the hint and lay back on the couch. He pressed his dick against her soft stomach and masturbated. He came in his pants. In a moment or two, he sat up and admired the beautiful girl lying before him.

Barbara closed her eyes. Her right hand slipped into her panties. She reached for her crotch. She pushed the gusset of her panties aside and started manipulating her clitoris. Completely fascinated, Johnny watched a sight he had never imagined before. Her hips began to move up and down. His penis snapped to attention. He unzipped his fly and took his penis out.

Barbara opened her eyes when she heard his zipper. She felt his refreshed hard-on knock on her door.

“Get rid of your trousers,” she said quietly.

Johnny fumbled only a little as he dropped his trousers to the floor. Although it was only the first time he had removed a girl’s underpants, he handled the problem like a pro.

Throughout, Barbara kept manipulating her clit with her right hand but now she reached with her left hand and guided Johnny’s hard on into her virgin vagina. She hadn’t ever been finger fucked yet.

“OOOWW,” she screamed as her hymen tore and Johnny’s withdrew his rapidly shriveling penis.

“Get back in, Johnny. Finish fucking me.”

Johnny quickly pumped his penis back to attention, never noticed the modest blood flow, inserted his penis, and deposited a load of cum deep in Barbara’s cervix..

THE NEXT MORNING.

“How did it go, last night,” Barbara’s mother asked.

Barbara looked lovingly at her mother, kissed her gently on the forehead, and said. “You’re a good teacher.”

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I had the greatest experience of my young life the other night. I had gone to the local adult bookstore, to buy some jack-off magazines. I hadn’t ever been there but heard that they had quite a selection. Also the fact that I was just 18 and I heard they wouldn’t require I.D. for my purchase.

They had every kind of porno magazine there. As I browsed a bit, I noticed that they had video booths where you could preview porno movies. I bought some tokens and went into the darkened area where individual booths played the tapes. I closed and latched the door behind me, settling in to watch.

I scrolled through a variety of tapes; girls, guys and a couple of transsexuals were shown in various acts. I was free to enjoy anything I wanted without getting caught by anyone. It was great. I particularly got off on watching one guy sucking another. They both appeared to be enjoying themselves. I took out my cock and began jerking off. These two guys had been sunbathing in the nude when one guy offered the other a blowjob. He began stroking his buddies cock until it grew huge and hard. He stroked his balls as he began sucking him. It looked so cool.

‘Psst,’ I heard. I looked down to the side and saw a small hole, where a tongue stuck through. ‘Let me suck your cock’, the voice whispered. I was a bit freaked out and chose to ignore him. I returned to watching the video; he was now deep-throating his buddy. I was getting really hot. The tongue was replaced by a beckoning finger. ‘Let me suck your cock’, the voice repeated. I continued to ignore it. The guys on screen were really into it now, he was close to coming.

The finger was now replaced by an enormous cock. I was stunned. This massive hunk of penis appeared through the hole and just stood there throbbing. The exposed portion must have been 9′ long. My concentration was split between watching the screen and looking at this huge tool, just to my right.

‘Touch it,’ the voice urged. My hand reached out and took a hold of it. It was hard as hell, and jumped at my touch. The skin was smooth and taut. ‘Oh yeah,’ the voice hissed. Forgetting my own cock for a moment, I turned in my seat and used both hands to caress this wonder. It just stood there and let me explore. It felt so good. All at once it disappeared.

‘Let me suck your cock’, I heard a third time. This time I stood up and pushed my cock through the hole. It was immediately surrounded by a warm wet mouth. The feeling of having my cock sucked by this stranger was incredible! I came almost immediately.

He slowed just a bit, but antalya escort did not stop sucking me. I just let him continue. After another few minutes he stopped. I sat down and his massive cock reappeared in the hole. I began stroking it again. It was exciting to play with the head and the thick shaft. The skin was so warm. It smelled of Lifeboy soap, which is what I use. The familiar smell and the warm smooth skin was arousing me. I leaned down and kissed the head.

‘What the hell,’ I thought. I got down on my knees and began to suck it. It was huge, but felt so good! I realized that I was drooling like mad, around this thick tool. My tongue was working back and forth, as I imagined what it must feel like to him. I sucked and played and hummed around it for a long time. My time expired on the video but I barely noticed. I was loving having this massive cock in my mouth.

I withdrew and we traded places. He sucked me as I got rock hard again. We traded back and forth for twenty minutes. I finally wanted to really taste him and concentrated on giving him the very best head that I could. I could feel him straining, and his cock getting even harder. He began to shoot into my mouth. It was fantastic! His explosive load overwhelmed my ability to catch and swallow it all, but I caught most of the overflow in my hand. I rubbed his hot cream all over my erection, jacking off. I was almost there and stood and shoved my cock back into his mouth as I came hard. My sweet young come was splashed into his mouth as he drank every drop.

After I fell back into my chair he whispered,

‘God, your come is so delicious!’

‘So is yours,’ I countered.

‘You are such a beautiful young stud. Come over to my house and have a soak in my Jacuzzi,’ he replied. ‘Do you like hot water”

‘I love it.’ I usually masturbated in the shower with the hot, hot water on my back. Hot water always made me horny.

‘Follow me. I don’t live far from here.’

When we both emerged from our booths, we both liked what we saw, I think. He was about mid-thirties, tall, muscular and good-looking. He still carried the huge lump in his shorts. He looked me up and down and smiled. I followed him to the parking lot and then to his house. He got a couple of beers and we headed to the backyard Jacuzzi. We wasted no time in stripping and climbing in.

We sat close together drinking our beers and touching legs and thighs. We chatted about ourselves a bit. He was married and straight, but loved a nice hard cock now and then. I told him that kemer escort I had never done anything like that, ever. He seemed thrilled to have been my first.

‘You have such a great mouth. I loved the feeling of having you suck my cock’

‘Man, you are so big. I could barely get you in my mouth.’

‘Oh! But it felt so good.’

‘I loved doing it; and having you come in me,’ I told him.

‘Me too.’

He leaned me against the side of the tub, facing away from him and began massaging my back. He did my shoulders and back; then he squeezed my butt and reached between my legs to stroke my cock and balls. It felt so good.

‘You’ve got such a nice cock.’ He whispered to me. ‘I love sucking you.’

‘Mmm hmm,’ I moaned.

‘And you loved sucking on my big cock, didn’t you”

‘Ooh, yeah! You’re soooo big,’ I moaned.

‘You want some more” he asked. I looked at him and nodded. ‘Come to my bedroom.’

We got out nude and practically ran through the French doors into his room and jumped on the bed. He sat up in bed as I kneeled between his legs and stroked his massive penis.

‘Suck me baby. Make love to my cock with your mouth.’ He pulled on the back of my head until my mouth felt like a sausage casing. I was stuffed full of his huge tool. ‘You look so good like that!’ I looked into his eyes and moaned around him, which sounded very sexy, full of cock as I was. ‘Would you like my come” I nodded to him and felt my eyes rolling back. I had never dreamed of being this turned on before. ‘Would you like it in your mouth” I nodded again, moaning. I was dying for more of his sweet cream. ‘Oh yeah! Here we go, baby! This come’s for you!’ He blasted me full! I drank and swallowed and choked it down; every delicious drop!! He was limply thrusting into me as I was slipping my lips up and down the length of him.

‘Mmm hmm! Mmm hmm!!’ I was moaning. ‘Love it! I love it!!’ I was caressing his balls and milking him with my hand. ‘Amazing come! So good!!’

His head was lolling back and forth as he finished shooting this amazing load of cream into me. I kept working him deeply in and out of my soft mouth, sucking and licking.

‘God! I could do this all night!’ I whispered, or rather gurgled through my come coated mouth. I sounded like I had a mouthful of whipped cream.

‘Be my guest,’ he said exhausted.

‘No way! It’s your turn now.’ I crawled over him pushing my cock at his mouth. This roused him sufficiently to begin giving me the same wonderful head he kaş escort had given me in the booth. I pushed and pulled at him and he took it all beautifully. I came again quickly, while he drank and drank. We crawled under the covers and cuddled a little and then slept some.

I awoke a short time later, and rolled toward him searching for his sleeping penis. I gently stroked him thrilling at the size, even soft. ‘What a cock,’ I thought. I gently pulled back the covers and inspected every inch of this wonder. It really was beautiful. Soft skin over the perfect shape, still long and thick. I couldn’t resist slipping my lips over the big head. I worked him in and out very gently and taking in just the head. I could feel it getting harder. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head again.

‘Baby. Are you my sweet young cocksucker” I nodded, my mouth full. You really love it, don’t you”

‘I do.’ I told him dreamily. ‘I could do this every night.’

‘Yeah’ Would you do this even if my wife was watching”

‘Even better. Would she like to watch”

‘She might. I’m not sure. But that would be so hot. I think you would like each other. She has beautiful big tits. Do you like big tits”

‘Oh yeah! I love big tits.’

All at once I felt soft hands on my back and jumped at the surprise, turning to look. His wife had been watching, and she did have beautiful big tits. She was nude and gorgeous.

‘You’re quite a young stud,’ she told me sexily; so sexily that I felt my cock jump up to full hardness all at once. She knelt on the bed. ‘Let me watch you suck him some more, baby. It looks so good!’ After spending a moment drinking in every exquisite detail of her form, I bent again to mouth his massive tool. Her hand immediately wrapped smoothly around my cock. ‘Oooh, suck him deep. Make him come.’

She watching intently for a bit and then moved to begin sucking me. Her mouth was heaven. I came immediately; the third time tonight. She slid up my back, her tits and nipples rubbing against me. She moved me aside and sat down hard onto her husbands thick tool.

‘Oh, God yeah! This is what I need right now. C’mere boy. Feel me up!!’ I moved behind her and grabbed her big tits. They were perfect. Playboy bunny style! ‘Ooh pull on my nipples. Yeah! You like my breasts’

‘Oh yeah!’ I managed. I was rubbing my cock against her from behind. She suddenly pulled up off of him and guided my cock into her pussy. ‘Fuck me boy!’ she yelled as she laid down onto her husband. ‘Grab my hips! Shove it in! Fuck me harder!!’

I was reveling in my first fucking. It was unbelievable!!! Her pussy was hot to the touch! It burned my cock!

‘Shoot it in me! Come in my pussy, boy!’ I was going to very soon. ‘You know you want to! Give it to me now!!’ I did. Number four, here we go! I literally fainted after.

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Before I met Ant I never had a boyfriend before. I had lots of guys hit on me and ask me out, but none of them ever really cared about me. They all made comments about how much they liked my natural red hair or creamy pale skin but none of them were what I wanted.

I was young and in high school when I turned 18 and wanted a car. My parents first suggestion was that I had better get a job if I wanted a car. I went to the steakhouse near my house that had an add in the paper for a busser and was hired on the spot. After a few months of cleaning up peoples dirty plates I became a hostess/cashier and ran the front lobby.

Then Ant came in to fill out an application. The moment I saw him I liked him. He had long black hair, lots of piercing all over his face and the only thing wrong with him was the blonde girl who was obviously his significant other that came in with him to fill out the application. It was more like she filled out the application while he stood next to her nervously and his eyes darted to me a few times and back to the floor. He handed the application in to me as I was the only one at the front lobby and then he left. Not a word spoken between us.

I looked over the application, his real name was Anthony and he lived near by. I put it in my managers office on her desk and put a sticky note with a star drawn on it. Just to hint that I liked him.

A few days later he was wearing a white apron and learning how to run the dishwasher in the back. I was excited that he was hired. Usually during my breaks I would sit in the back seating area and eat. After about four months of working with me and just saying hi and good bye awkwardly in the dishwashers area , Ant finally came to talk to me. He came out and asked if he could sit and talk to me while I ate my dinner later. I said sure.

I had just started to eat my dinner when he came around the corner and slid in the booth and sat across from me. He said Hello and started to tell me about himself and the band he had just started. He was obviously very nervous and I didn’t find out many details that I hadn’t already heard from gossip around the restaurant. Before I knew it my little break had ended and there were customers waiting on me to pay their bills. Ant disappeared back into the kitchen and I didn’t even see him until I was leaving and we said good night to each other.

My friend Anna had also started working at the restaurant and a few days later as we were getting our nails done. She proceeded to tell me that Ant told her that he liked me and wanted to know if I would go out with him. I was shocked. I had to think this over first. I knew that Ant lived a bit more dangerously than me, he did drugs and was 21 so he could drink, he had tattoos. My parents are strict Southern Baptists so I had a feeling that this was not going to go over well at home. Plus in the past I had only been attracted to preppy and clean cut looking guys. I pushed all of that aside and told her to tell him that I liked him too and to have him talk to me about it.

I didn’t work for a few days but Anna worked with him the next night and told him that I liked him. She said that he had asked her all sorts of questions about what I had said.

“Did Jayna just say I like him, or did she say something else?”

“Ant, she likes you. She said that she would go out with you.”

“Are you serious? Did seem happy?”

“She smiled and just told me to tell you that she does like you and will go out with you.”

Now I couldn’t wait to go into work but the next time I was scheduled with him was 4 days away. I went to work that day after school and not even 10 minutes into my shift he walked through the front door and came up to me. He asked if he could talk to me outside. My boss said ok and we went out back to talk.

He told me that he broke up with his girlfriend the day before that and she was moving out that very moment and he would love for me to come over after work. I said sure. The rest of my shift flew by and before I knew it I was heading for his home. I called my parents and said I had to work late and walked into his house. He jumped up off the couch where he was sitting and came over to me. He asked if I wanted some soda and told me to go and have a seat in the living room. There were probably 8 other guys in the living room strewn about on various couches and chairs, some on the floor. His mother was wearing a thin nightgown and staring out the window into the dark.

I made my way in and stood at the threshold not knowing where to go. He came up behind me and told me to take his seat on the couch. I sat down and he sat on the arm of the couch next to me. Everyone was engrossed in a new play station game someone had just purchased. Ant introduced me to his mother. She got up and gave me a hug and told me that I looked like such a nice girl and then she went to bed. We sat around for awhile and it got kind of late and I told Ant that I had to go home. He walked me to the door and asked if it was manavgat escort alright to give me a hug. I said alright and he gave me a hug and told me that he had been wanting to hug me for forever. I just smiled not really sure how to respond. I walked out the door into the dark with a huge smile on my face.

A few days later Ant asked me to a movie. Sort of a strange invitation since I was the only with a car, so he sort of asked if I would drive me, him and his brother and a few of their friends to a movie. I said ok. On the way there we got pulled over for speeding. The red and blue lights lit up the car, the cop made everyone pile out of the car and ran their licenses. Ant had a warrant for not paying child support and the next thing I knew he was being arrested. He got arrested on our first real date.

“Jayna, I am really sorry about this.” I didn’t know what to say, the guy I just started to date was being hauled away by the police.

“I cannot believe you didn’t tell me you had a kid.”

“I will tell you all about her as soon as I get out.” With that the cop shut the door and drove away with Ant in the back of the car.

The next day he called me and said that he had gotten bailed out and invited me to come over and hang out with him when he got off work since I had the night off already. I picked him up at work and we went to his house. I told my parents that I was going out with Anna to a movie. The house was the same as it had been before, full of people and thick with smoke. This time we had room for both of us to sit on the couch. Soon everyone was leaving to go drinking at someone else’s party and they asked me for a ride. I said ok and when we got back to Ants we were almost alone. Just us and two of his brothers remained. This is the first time that we had ever spent any amount of time just the two of us together. It was strange.

“So about your daughter?”

“Oh yeah. Her moms name is Melissa and she lives in New Mexico, my daughter is almost 5 and her name is Natalie. I don’t keep in contact much with Melissa because she has a pretty bad drug problem. I do send my daughter letters and gifts though.”

“Do you have anymore kids?”

“No, just one.”

We still had to sit right next to each other on the couch since his brother was laying on the other end. My knee brushed up against his leg and I could feel the sparks just from that. He put his arm around my shoulders and we sat there like that for awhile. Then I decided that I was going to make a move. I told him that I wanted to lay down and lean against him. So I put my head in his lap and snuggled up against him. He had his arm on the back of the couch still and I grabbed it and pulled it down across my chest. He looked down at me in surprise. I am sure that he had not expected that. Then he grabbed my hand and held it for awhile. Gently he slipped his hand up under the bottom of my shirt and stroked my taut stomach with his fingers. I was getting really turned on by all this and quite frankly I wanted more. I pushed his hand towards my jeans and he stopped and moved his hand back up. I was hoping he would finger me but he just kept rubbing my stomach. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that I wanted but I knew I needed something more. Then my phone rang and it was my mom asking when I would be home. I told her I was on my way and Ant walked me to the door where he gave me a big hug and asked me a question.

“Would you like to spend the night next Friday?”

“Of course I would. What time?”

“Well we both have to work how about we just go home together to my house after and stay here?”

“Sounds good.”

I had never been to a sleep over at a guys house so I wasn’t really sure what to pack. I put some clothes in my backpack and told my mom I was going to stay at Anna’s house after work. She never even questioned me. After work we got back to Ants and sat around on the couch and smoked. I was feeling a little hazy and it was also much later than I usually stayed up so I asked if I could go to bed. He got up and we went in his room. His bed consisted of a mattress on the floor with a fitted sheet and a comforter on it. I went in the bathroom and put on a pair of cotton shorts and a t shirt to sleep in. I came back in and he was sitting fully dressed on the mattress. His eyes ran up and down my body and I felt like I was wearing nothing. I went and laid down on the bed and got under the covers and he got up to turn off the light.

I heard a rustling sound and realized that he was taking off his shirt. He slipped into the bed next to me and I brushed against his bare chest. I automatically said sorry. He told me to be quiet and not apologize for touching him. This is the closest that I had ever been to any man with out a shirt on. He put his arm around me and pulled me up against him. I put my head on his shoulder, and put my arm on his chest. It felt so good to just be touching him. Then he asked if he could kiss me. At this point we had belek escort not even kissed yet, but we were laying in his bed together. I said yes. He put his mouth over mine and slipped his tongue in. We laid there making out for a few minutes and his hand started to wander up under my shirt.

I still had on my bra, in an attempt at modesty, and he quickly unbuckled it. He was rubbing and playing with nipples. It felt like little electric currents were running through my body and I didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. Then his hand started to go down further towards my shorts and he slipped his finger tips just under the elastic band. I stopped him at this point. I had something I had to say.

“Ant?”

“Yeah.”

“I have to tell you something.”

At this point he sat up and stopped touching me, my body felt cold.

“Are you ok? If you want me to stop just say something. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want to touch you everywhere so bad that it hurts.”

I hesitated and I was really glad the light was not on because this was going to be embarrassing and my face was already red, I could feel it. I didn’t say anything and he laid back down and started rubbing my arm.

I put my head against his chest.

“I’m a virgin.”

He stopped moving. There was a long silence that sort of hung in the air.

“That’s ok. I didn’t know. I just assumed since everyone was always flirting with you and you went to parties that you had probably been with a few people.”

Now I was shocked.

“I have never done any of this stuff before, and I just wanted you to know in case I wasn’t all that good, or didn’t know how to do something. Plus I want to wait a little while before I do it.”

“I understand. When the right time comes around you’ll let me know, and until then there are other things that we can do. I am going to be here so take as much time as you want, I don’t want to do it until your ready”

Now my imagination was running wild wondering what those other things might be. I was already soaking wet and we hadn’t done much.

He pulled me close and started to kiss me again. He asked me to take my shirt off and I did. But even though the room was dark, I folded my arms over my chest to cover my nipples. Now I felt at ease knowing that he knew there were limits placed on our night together, buy I was still nervous as hell. He started to kiss lightly down the side of my neck and then nibbled on my ears and neck. He took my arms and unfolded them and placed them to my sides, and made his way down to my nipples. He kissed all the way down to my belly button before coming back up to my nipples and taking them in his mouth to suck on them slowly and gently. By this point I was moaning and rubbing myself on his leg. I had never been this turned on before.

He started kissing my mouth again and his hands were busy pulling off my shorts. He started rubbing my pussy through my drenched cotton bikinis. He stopped abruptly and told me to take them off. I obeyed. He kept kissing me and started playing with my clit and I was moaning even louder now. He slipped a finger in me.

“Your so wet.”

He put another finger in but I was so tight that it wasn’t really comfortable. I stopped him and told him it didn’t really feel good and he just smiled. I asked him why.

“You really are a virgin.”

Normally I would have been pissed because he didn’t believe me when I had told him my biggest secret just five minutes ago, but there was just too much going on for me to get mad about that.

He got up and moved his body over me and sat kneeling in between my legs. He started rubbing my clit again and I was moving all over the place. I didn’t realize what he was about to do until the last second. He had gently pulled my legs apart and he put his head over my pussy and kissed me. Then I felt his tongue slowly slide into me and I thought I was going to lose my mind. He put a hand on each of my legs to hold them apart because I was writhing everywhere. He started slowly moving his tongue over and around my swollen clit. I was going crazy and just kept saying his name over and over again. Then I felt like I was burning up inside and I told him that something was happening, he told me not to worry and just let it happen. The next thing I knew I had my first orgasm. I was shaking and my legs felt like limp noodles as he crawled back next to me and kissed me again. I could taste my pussy for the first time on his lips, his goatee smelled like me.

All I could say was wow. I had no idea anything like that could happen. He just laughed and said that it would only get better. We stayed up watching TV and after a little while I started kissing his neck. He asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to do it all again.

We finally went to sleep as the room was getting light from the sun coming through the windows. We got up around noon and Ant went out to get us a drink. I could hear clapping escort bayan antalya coming from the living room. I asked him what was going on.

“Everybody thought that I fucked you last night because you were moaning so loud.”

I cringed just thinking about what they all thought and having to face everybody.

“My mom told me good job, she said she was up all night listening to the whole thing.”

For the next three months our relationship only got better. We spent every moment we could together. Then one night Ant told me that he loved me. He said he didn’t want to tell me before because we hadn’t been together for very long but he knew that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. I was the happiest at that moment than I can ever remember being.

About a month after that night Easter weekend rolled around and my parents went out of town to visit some relatives. I stayed home because I had to work. Ant came over and we started making out on the couch. I climbed up on his lap and started grinding my pussy on to him.

“If you don’t stop doing that then something might happen and I won’t be able to stop it.”

“What if I want it to happen?”

He stopped and looked at me. We started kissing again and then put in a movie. After the movie we went to bed because we did have to work early the next morning. We started messing around and we both took off all of our clothes and I climbed on top of Ant. He put his hands under my butt and scooped me up and set me on top of his face. I was holding onto the headboard while his whole face was buried in my pussy and he worked away with his tongue. I felt the orgasm building and started grinding myself against his face. I came all over his face my juices glistened on his lips. He set me down on his chest and I just laid down on top of him exhausted.

I felt his hard cock against the inside of my thigh. It felt huge. At that moment I wanted him in me and I started to slide down on his dick.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to have sex with you Ant.”

“Are you sure?”

I started to ease down onto him and felt his huge head against my pussy. He picked me up and put me on the bed next to him.

“If we are going to do this, then I am going to do it right.”

I laid there waiting and he climbed slowly on top of me and started kissing me all the way down my body again. I was so nervous. Now it was going to happen for real. Then I felt his cock against my pussy lips and he put his hand there to pull my lips open and he started pushing in. It hurt and I said ouch. He stopped.

“I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s ok Ant, I want to.”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight, I love you so much I want to make sure you’re sure.”

“But I am sure. I love you and I want you to be my first.”

“I just can’t hurt you right now.”

He climbed off of me and laid down in the bed beside me. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. I couldn’t figure out why he didn’t want me and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my face. I felt so rejected by him. He put his arm over me and pulled me back against him. He pulled me over so he could kiss my face.

“What is all this for?’

He felt the tears running down my face.

“Why don’t you want me?”

“I do. If you are still sure tomorrow then we can try again then. I just want your first time to be perfect. Mine was anything but perfect and I want you to have a good memory.”

I still wasn’t overjoyed about this but I settled back against him and went to sleep in his warm arms.

The next day after work we came home and hung out at Ants. My parents were on the way home so I didn’t really want to be there. After awhile I told him that I was going to go and change out of my work clothes, I went in his room to put on some pajama pants and a t shirt. He came in and I heard the door behind me shut again. He came up behind me and I could feel his cock hard against my leg.

“Are you still ready.”

I just nodded.

We laid down on the bed and he started kissing me and moved over my whole body. He went down on me and I came. He sat up again and moved over my body while he kissed me. I felt his cock there at my entrance again and I shifted my legs to open them for him as wide as I could. He started pushing in and he went really slow. It was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt that bad. Then it hurt really bad and I told him to stop. He stopped and stayed still. I got used to him being in me and he started moving into me again. He pushed all the way inside me and I felt like I was being torn open. He went in and out of me a few times and stopped and pulled out. He went down on me again until I had another orgasm.

He said that he really wanted to come but didn’t want to hurt me being too rough. I told him I would be fine and he pushed back inside of me. I was only a little bit sore and after a minute it started to feel really good. He started slamming into me as hard as he could and after just a few minutes I felt a warm liquid in me and I felt him pull out.

I realized that he had cum in me. I started freaking out and he told me I would be fine as long as I had been taking my birth control like I was supposed to. We laid there in each others arms.

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I was one of those girls that hadn’t quite developed until they went off to college and then, suddenly, it seemed the summer before classes started in the fall, I blossomed into one of those girls I had always envied. My long dishwater blonde hair seemed to shimmer and flow down my back like a Greek goddess. I had talked my mother into trading in my glasses for some contacts and now my sapphire blue eyes were more vibrant, more becoming on my oval shaped face. My body had seemed to be stuck in gangly girl mode … all legs and nothing else but over the summer, my torso seemed to lengthen out and catch up with my legs; curves appeared and my breasts swelled out enough to get some attention.

All of this happened, of course, while my best friend was away at college already. Ryan was two years older than me and had been the object of my affections since junior high but he had always treated me more like a little sister, overly protective of me even through my geeky gangly days. I hadn’t seen him at all in over a year because he hadn’t made it home that summer break. He was busy working coupled with his Greek life in the fraternity world. He had been voted vice president of his fraternity which was kinda more like the unspoken leader because to hear him tell it, the president was more of a figure head as he wasn’t the “brightest brick on the block”. So his duties took over having fun sometimes with having to do most of the administrative duties, whatever that entailed. I wasn’t really sure.

But we had wound up at the same college, probably because more than anything, I wanted to be near him again. Don’t get me wrong, it was a top notch college and academically, I would get an excellent education. My father made sure of that. But mostly, I just wanted to be near Ryan again and a lot of our friends from high school were there as well so it would be like “coming home”. But even with all of the changes I had gone through, Ryan still saw me as this geeky girl that used to follow him around in high school and not much had changed. I still pinned after him longingly but he was too busy to notice. Oh, he still had his ways of trying to protect me, acting all brotherly when, secretly, I just wanted him to kiss me. So I had become something like a “lil sis” to his fraternity, becoming more of a pretty decoration at the parties and it was getting old.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“In here, you dimwits!” Ryan called out, teasing as usual, as me and my pack of girls made our way through the front entrance of the fraternity. It was one of those usual parties after the Saturday night football games at the Omega house so protocol demanded that we be there. My entourage usually waited a little later to make an entrance but tonight for some reason we showed up a bit earlier. A few kegs littered the tables and the refrigerators were packed with beer. I could see a few girls moving through the quickly growing crowd with trays of Jell-O shots and such. There was a group of guys sitting in the den watching replays of the game before the biggest portion of the crowd arrived. I could see Ryan sitting amongst them.

“Come on, Mannie,” Chelsea said, using my nickname from high school as I leaned across one of the bars, casting a saucy wink to the cute guy behind it as he handed me my usual … an ice cold watermelon Smirnoff in a bottle.

“Thanks,” I cooed, catching his appreciative glance down my body as I turned to follow the girls into the main room where Ryan and his group were sitting. I was wearing a pair of faded tight jeans that I had cut off at the waist, letting it fringe naturally but I had almost cut too much off as they hung dangerously low on my hips, a good portion of my hips and flat belly exposed. It was still early Fall so I had worn a wife-beater tank top, a simple white ribbed one that had shrunk a bit and was probably too small but with my blossoming body, it looked great. My tits were still tight so I had chosen to go without a bra tonight. Sometimes those things are just a nuisance!

I sipped on my drink, watching quietly. I was never really one to stand out in my group. I tended to stay quiet and hang back in the crowd while my friends immediately were snatched up by guys and hauled into laps with a laugh. But if I was honest with myself and admitted it, I was probably the one that most of the guys would like to steer upstairs if they dared. I think with Ryan taking such a protective stance over me for so many years, no one really wanted to cross that line between me and him. I saw Ryan turn his head, a smile appearing as he saw me. “Hey kid,” he said in a deep drawl. His voice had really changed over the last couple of years … “How’s your head feeling after yesterday?” I had drank probably a little too much last night at another party … I’m pretty much known for being a light weight drinker.

I looked at him, my blue eyes twinkling in amusement beneath the errant tendrils of blonde hair that kept trying to fall into my face. I pushed one back escort bayan behind my ear as my head tilted slightly to the left, an involuntary way I have always had of flirting without really knowing I was doing it. “You know me,” I quipped, “I don’t really get a hangover.” And for the most part, I didn’t. I usually just kept to my fruity drinks, even though I had heard that the alcohol content in them was higher than a beer but I usually stuck to just one, maaaaybe two at the most.

His lips upturned, gaping a little to show a line of white as his eyes focused on mine. I could totally get lost in his dark green penetrating gaze. I felt my stomach do a little flutter as I looked at him. Why couldn’t he see me like I was now? “I’m always surprised,” he said with a grin, “your body weight should make you pass out after one of your fruity little chick drinks there.” And for emphasis, he nodded towards my bottle.

“Who said I didn’t ever pass out?” I quipped back, tossing my blonde hair over my shoulder with a grin before slithering into the lap of one of Ryan’s friends, knowing full well it drove them insane because I knew, if given the chance, they would cop a feel in an instant but wouldn’t dare with Ryan watching. I looked at Ryan with a grin as I felt the guy’s arm snake around my waist unceremoniously as he commented on the game on the big screen. “Still playing police, huh Ryan?” I teased him.

His gentle smile in my direction always made my whole insides turn into a pool of mush and now was no different as he said, “No … watching out for the girl who always needed protecting since she was fourteen and a geek with horn-rimmed glasses.” I knew he was borderline teasing me, tormenting me of the past that I so desperately wanted to just forget and I felt my whole body stiffen, causing the guy who’s lap I adorned to look at me and then Ryan.

Ryan looked unruffled as he sat sideways in the armed chair, his well muscled legs resting over the side as he looked at me sitting in Jon’s lap, the guy’s pained expression not unnoticed to have a gorgeous girl in his lap that he couldn’t really touch. I frowned, hearing the guy that I secretly longed for refer to me as being a geek, seeing that no matter how much I try, he just isn’t going to see me any other way. Sliding an arm around Jon’s shoulder, I leaned in close to tease him, feeling Ryan’s eyes watching as my young breasts crushed against the guy’s chest as I said, “Do you think I look like a geek, Jon?”

Ryan frown some as a teasing smile kissed my moist, berry-stained lips. But then he flashed that gorgeous smile of his again as he laughed, saying, “You forget, Jon didn’t know you in high school but hey, I can break out the pictures if you would like!” As I stiffened at his quip, little did I know just how interested he was in watching the way I was acting with Jon. Ryan actually knew me better than I had realized … knowing how I loved to use guys in an innocent way and bend them to my will but he had, unknowingly to me, finally noticed that I was not the girl I used to be but was hoping that all of my innocence wasn’t lost. He loved the girl that I used to be as much as the women that I had become but something held him back.

We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers with our teasing and I looked at him pleadingly before sliding out of Jon’s lap, hearing the guy almost groan in protest or expel a sigh of relief as I had really started to cause an uncomfortable problem in his jeans. With a haughty toss of blonde hair, I moved further into the room to the dance floor beyond, not really sure how to come back to Ryan’s comment about the pictures as my little entourage of girls fell in step behind me, some guys in tow.

Ryan bit his lip as he stared after Amanda’s retreating form though not necessarily at her or the way her body moved. It was as if a part of him refused to see her as the woman she had morphed into. But rather, into space as it were only coming back around when Jon asked, “So how was she in high school?”

Shaking his head a bit to clear it, Ryan laughed a small laugh accompanied with a shrug as he said, “Just as testy as ever. Cute … but not what you would call sexy. She’s grown up …” he finally admitted, letting his words trail off as he glanced again in the direction Amanda had gone.

I moved onto the dance floor with my Smirnoff, somewhat steamed from the whole idea that he would even THINK of showing everyone what I used to look like. In many ways I was still unsure of myself or even if I had outgrown that stage, mostly because guys seemed to take a hands-off approach with me. I wasn’t sure if it was because they, themselves, were afraid of being rejected but maybe … maybe I hadn’t changed that much after all. I was still insecure and hadn’t really had any experiences to mold my views of my body much differently so I concentrated, at least for tonight, on dancing these foreboding feelings away … getting lost in the music and the flow türbanlı escort of free drinks that surrounded me.

The hours seemed to slip away as we enjoyed the party in our own ways. Ryan spent most of his time mingling with the crowd … duties as an officer of the fraternity I suppose, while I spent my time drinking and dancing away the thought of being a geeky dork the rest of my life. I hadn’t really seen him in the last hour or so until, by chance, we wound up on the dance floor together. He had been dancing with an ex-girlfriend until she was taken by another guy when a slow dance came on and as he turned to leave, I turned as well, looking for my own new partner. We had almost collided and then just kinda stood there a moment, looking into each other’s eyes as the lights began to dim and the music started.

I wasn’t really sure what to say at first so instead a giggle erupted from the drinks and the nervous butterflies I could feel in my belly. “Wow, I’m sorry Ryan,” I said, trying to make up for nearly plowing him over. I couldn’t help notice the way other couples were snuggling in together, swaying to the music as their hands started to roam over their partner. In that moment, the mood of the whole dance floor shifted dramatically from playful antics to more of a sexy, laidback one.

My eyes were drawn back to Ryan as his teeth worried with his bottom lip again, something he usually did when he was thinking seriously about something and then I was surprised when he offered his hands to me, his voice low as he said, “Dance?” I smiled a bit, suddenly glad I didn’t have another drink in my hand as I slipped them into his. “I want to talk to you anyway,” he added.

I glanced up at his handsome face with a wry smile as his fingers closed over mine. “What’d I do now?” I couldn’t help but tease him some.

Ryan sighed softly before his smile appeared again. “Nothing,” he said, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for bringing up your past. You’re not that girl anymore.” I couldn’t help but look surprised at hearing those words come out of his mouth, my eyes on his handsome face. “The past is the past,” he continued, “and let’s not think about it … not in the negative anyway.” And then he smiled at me and I returned the smile as the butterflies took flight in my belly again and I moved instinctively closer in his arms as we began to dance.

I dared a glance up at him again for a moment, seeing his eyes on my face as my hands rested on his hips. We moved in time with the music and I followed his lead naturally. I basked in this moment with him for a moment before I finally said, “I know … it’s just … weird. I don’t know why I get so upset about it. I’m sorry for being such a baby sometimes.”

One side of his mouth turned upwards into an ironic smile and I could feel it coming before it even came out of his mouth. “Why, you are a baby … age wise,” he teased. I couldn’t help the frown even though I knew he just liked getting the best of me. Ryan had always liked teasing me when it came to being younger than him and I tore my gaze away from his smile to glance around at the couples dancing around us. I couldn’t stop that part of me from wondering why no one ever saw me as someone that they would really like to be with.

My fingers tightened some on his hips involuntarily as I tried to tease back, but starting to feel very much alone as I say, “Yeah … yeah, I know. I’ll always be the baby where you are concerned.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him move his head to catch my gaze. “Hey, what does that mean?” he asked, a slight frown furrowing his brows.

I glanced back up, catching his eyes and then smiled a tiny, wistful smile before turning my head again to press my cheek to his shoulder. “Nothing”, I whispered, not really knowing that I meant by it as well. More than likely it meant that a secret part of me had always followed him around because I wanted him to see me more than just that geeky younger girl that he had befriended.

I could feel as well as hear his sigh as his arms wrapped tighter around me, pulling my body to his as the music continued its slow pace for a small while. “Well,” he began, his voice soft to my ear, “when you want to explain it, you know I’m here to listen … just like always.” I relaxed some in his arms, lost in the moment I had with him and the dance. I could feel my mind whirling some from the effects of the alcohol and the dimly lit room, but mostly because of this overwhelming feeling I had for him to love me.

I was confused at the swirl of feelings that were welling up inside of me, like the first time I had met Ryan and the crush I had developed. But I had hid it because he had always been more popular, more gorgeous than me and I had always felt inadequate even though he had gone out of this way to make me feel a part. As the song ended, I pulled away, saying, “I think I need something to drink”, and before he could react, antalya escort sashayed back across the dance floor, blowing a nonchalant kiss towards the d.j. I just needed to get away from him for a moment. I felt like I was gonna cry.

He called after her retreating form, “Just don’t drink too much, you light weight!” and she just kinda waved a hand in the air as if to wave it off before catching a moving tray of Jell-O shots. Knowing better than to mix drinks but at the moment, I really didn’t give a shit. It seemed like the perfect thing to do, considering how I was feeling.

Pulling off a couple of small cups, I downed them to the laughter of one the guys calling out, “Bottoms up, Amanda!”

With a grin, I tossed the empty cups at him before feeling the strong hands of yet another fraternity brother pull me down into his lap. “Wanna play, Mannie?” I heard him say as I looked down to see a game of quarters in progress. Ryan had been watching, the protective side in him coming out as he made a beeline for the game table. As I teetered on Chris’ lap, he grabbed a beer and took a seat to watch.

I smiled softly at him … I couldn’t help myself. But then I blinked as I suddenly found the quarter in my hand. Chris’ voice seemed to come from far away as he said, “Okay Mannie, let’s see you get it in on the first try.”

I grinned something like the Cheshire Cat from the old fairy tale, Alice in Wonderland, as I held the quarter up to my nose and leaned forward a bit, lining it up with the small glass filled with alcohol. Letting it roll off and sending a quick prayer upwards that it would bounce before actually making it into the glass so I could pass my round, a roar of laughter lifted into the air like a rocket taking off as it made it in. Licking my finger and cutting the air like a pro, I beamed proudly, saying, “No prob.”

Ryan grinned as he took the quarter. “If that’s what you call it,” he smirked and easily made it into the glass, his turn passing by that quickly. “Better luck next time, right?” he quipped.

I cocked an eyebrow at him from across the table, taking it as a personal challenge even as the guy on whose lap I sat started to bounce me up and down some. I know I must have made a lovely looking face to accompany the way I was starting to feel the effects of the Smirnoffs and Jell-O shots. And then before I could calm my stomach, that damned quarter found its way back to my hand again as I tried desperately not to get sick from the dizzy spell I found myself having. I tried my tell-tale signature move again only to have the quarter bounce off the rim and onto the table. I grimaced as the chanting began; five shots of tequila suddenly pushed my way. “Mannie, Mannie, Mannie …” It went on and on until I threw them back slowly, one by one.

Ryan sighed heavily as he resignedly watched her down the drinks, slowly this time before he said, “Take it easy, Amanda. You’re mixing shots and those dumb fruit drinks. You’re gonna ruin the new wood on the floor if you throw up.” Like DUH … why doesn’t he ever tell me something I DON’T know! I knew he was teasing but as I looked at him from across the table over the rim of the last shot, the buzzing in my head was begging to grow louder than the music and antics of the party.

Teetering a bit on Chris’ lap, I put down the last shot glass with a tremble hand as I whispered to no one in particular, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Trying to stand, Chris suddenly stood as well, his arm going around my waist as he must have seen this as a great excuse to get me upstairs.

“Here, lemme help you,” he said, starting to guide my wobbling form across the floor towards the stairs that lead to the older fraternity brothers’ bedrooms.

I never saw him move but suddenly Ryan was there, his hand strong on my arm as he looked into Chris’ eyes, a subliminal message sent his way apparently because I felt his arm around my waist loosen. “Why don’t you finish your turn?” Ryan said, gently pulling me closer. “It’s your turn.”

I was vaguely aware who was really helping me. I just wanted to get out of here. But I could feel Chris’ arm tighten back around me momentarily, keeping me from going anywhere as he said in a low voice, “What’s going on, Ryan? Amanda’s not your girl.” That was pretty much it for me. I had to get to a bathroom and NOW! Pulling away from them both, I hurried towards the stairs as the urge to hurl got the better part of me.

Ryan stepped between Chris and me as I teetered off. “She’s about as close to a sister as I have, you dick! And drunk! If she wanted help she would have asked for it. Now, sit down!” The area around where we had been playing had gone completely quiet but Ryan’s closest friends stood up off to one side, just in case.

“You can’t go around scaring everyone off that even acts interested in her, Ryan,” Chris retorted as he glanced to me for a moment and then back to Ryan before sitting down. “It’s obvious to everyone that you are saving her for yourself. So either do something about it or get out of the way.” And having said what, I was later told, a lot of people had been thinking for a while, he sat back down to finish the game. Apparently that left some tongues wagging and Ryan thinking as the party resumed to where it had left off.

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My boyfriend and I are both college athletes. He is an outfielder on the baseball team, while I am a swimmer. Joey is 6’2″ of muscle, with a well-chiseled physique. I am 5’9″, with broad shoulders, a small waist, and muscular legs. My breasts blossomed my senior year of high school, so I am a bit busty for a swimmer, but I still hold my own in meets.

Our freshman year, we both lived in the dorms. My roommate was a friend from high school, and we got along great. Joey opted for a random roommate assignment, and his computer-geek roommate was named Stephen. Stephen was the stereotypical nerd that loved electronic things more than anything else. He was 18 but acted much younger. He showered every few days, wore black glasses, had greasy hair, always appeared disheveled, and struggled to hold a conversation about anything non-techy.

Both of our roommates spent a crazy amount of time hanging out in our rooms. Joey and I had to be very discreet with our petting when our roommates were around, and we also had to find times for quick sex during the day when our roommates were in class.

One night, Joey and I returned late from a party. You guessed it – Stephen was engrossed in a video game on the couch. Joey and I scampered up to the top bunk. We were both pretty drunk and horny, and our inhibitions were gone as we practically tore each other’s clothes off. Joey playfully tossed my panties to the floor below, totally unnoticed by Stephen.

Very quickly, Joey and I moved to the 69 position. He skillfully ate my pussy while I gave him the best blow job that I could. His cock is a little small for his body type, and I could easily take his full 5″ into my mouth. He came very quickly, and I swallowed every drop like I always do. Joey’s lara escort pussy licking stopped soon thereafter, leaving me without an orgasm (like he usually does).

I glanced down at Stephen to see if he had noticed us. He was still watching the TV, but his game controller was on the couch. Instead, he had one hand over his mouth and nose, and another hand inside his sweat pants. On closer look, I saw that he was holding my panties to his face and was sniffing them. Eeeww! I assumed that he must be stroking himself, too.

I was about to call him out, when I suddenly realized that my nipples were standing straight out. I was a little turned on by what I was seeing! I just laid there, watching Stephen sniff and rub, as Joey fell asleep behind me. Soon, I really had to pee, and I decided to throw caution to the wind and just jump down without getting dressed. I hurried into the bathroom, did my business, and walked back into the room. My panties were on the floor again, Stephen was playing his video game, and Joey was snoring.

I was still a little drunk and randy, so I laid down on Stephen’s bed, completely naked. I noticed that Stephen had a huge tent in his sweat pants. He looked at me a couple of times out of the corner of his eye, then went back to his game. He was obviously uncomfortable and trying his best to ignore a naked woman on his bed.

I decided to push the matter a little. I said “Oh – there are my panties!” and stood up to put them on. I bent over, aiming my shapely, toned butt right at Stephen, and slowly slid the panties up my legs. Stephen could not look away any longer. He watched every move, then stared at me while I turned around to face him directly.

“Do you like what you see, Stephen?” bayan escort antalya He blushed again, and slowly nodded his head. His gaze alternated from my big brown nipples to my long legs. Finally, he was interested in something other than video games, I thought.

“Is this the first time you have seen a naked woman in the flesh?” Again, a blush and a nod. That turned me on, and I could feel my panties getting a little wet.

Joey was fast asleep in a drunken state, so I decided to really push the envelope. I walked over to Stephen and shook my tits in his face. He smelled, like bad body odor. I told him that if he wanted to see or touch anything more, then he would first have to shower. I had never seen him move as fast as he did as he rushed to the bathroom. He almost pushed me over in his haste.

Once I knew he was in the shower, I opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. I peeled off my panties, looked at my athletic body in the mirror, and prepared myself to give the geek a thrill. I slid back the shower curtain, and my mouth dropped as I laid eyes on the biggest cock I had ever seen. He was busy stroking it, and fully hard it was 10″ long and very thick! He smiled widely as he saw my reaction to his size.

I climbed into the shower with him, and immediately grabbed that huge cock in my hand. I could not fit one hand around it – I needed two hands to stroke it properly. I soaped it up and gave it a good washing while I stroked. I was soon on my knees, trying to fit his massive manhood in my mouth. I could get the tip in, but not much more. I ran my hands along the shaft and bobbed my head on the tip.

Stephen put his hands behind my head and slowly started alanya escort bayan moving his cock in and out of my mouth. We reached a pretty good rhythm, and he was stretching the limits of my cheeks and jaw muscles. Soon, he grunted, but not one of his usual grunts. He was cumming, and he filled my mouth with his spunk. I swallowed most of it, but seductively let some drip out of the corner of my mouth and down onto my breasts.

I stood up and kissed Stephen. He didn’t know what to do. When his lips parted and my tongue entered his mouth, he was tasting his own juices. He was rough and sloppy at first, but with a little coaching his kissing improved dramatically. After a few minutes of kissing, we soaped each other up and showered together. His hands lingered a little longer in all of the right places. He was certainly a quick learner!

We got out of the shower and toweled each other off. Much to my delight, his cock was starting to come to life again. Before I took his cock into my hands, I placed one of his hands on my right breast and one on my pussy. Again, he was rough and uncoordinated, but I coached him to touch me in ways that I like. Soon, my pussy was soaked and my nipples were at full attention and very sensitive.

Surprisingly, he then took control of the situation. He lifted me up onto the counter and kissed and licked my nipples as he drove a couple of fingers into my sopping pussy. He placed my legs on top of his shoulders, positioned his huge cock at my love hole, and started pushing. I told him to be careful, because I had never taken a cock so huge.

He responded by thrusting faster. Each thrust got deeper. I winced each time, with a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure. In a few minutes, he was buried deep inside of me, and I was being stretched out in ways I had never been before. Wave over wave of an orgasm came over me, and I started moaning and screaming. Stephen put his hand over my mouth to try and quiet me down.

Just then, the door to the bathroom flew open, and there stood my boyfriend, Joey…

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Kim crawled across the bed to where I was sitting. She had moved the pizza box out of the way with a quick shove. I didn’t even pay attention to it moving. I was staring at her breasts as they swung back and forth just a little. They were perky and didn’t show any signs of them sagging any time soon. Her nipples were small and pert. Standing erect showing that she was aroused as much as I was.

The slit in my boxers couldn’t hold my bulge in any longer and my dick poked through. The bulbous head of my penis stood promptly at attention, purple with anger and intent. The underwear became painful to wear as my erection grew larger and larger. The pain in my ankle was a thing of the past and I was only focusing on Kim.

Since I had been on the road for months without any contact with women, I was very excited for the change. Kim had reached me and placed her hand on my chin. Easing me toward her, our lips brushed each other’s. Kim’s mouth parted and her tongue darted out towards mine. My lips parted and accepted Kim’s attention with gusto. We kissed for a long time. I felt a gentle rubbing of my cock by her warm hand. Up and down it went, slowly stretching my skin. The hand job felt amazing.

“How konyaaltı escort long has it been Bill?”

“To long.”

“Lay back. I’ll help you with those. It seems like you need it.”

Kim, slid her fingers into my waistband. I raised my butt so she could slide my boxers off more easily. With care, she removed them over my ankle. I didn’t care that she caused some pain as it slid over it. I just couldn’t believe that such a young and beautiful woman was showing me such consideration since we had only know each other for a few days.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

I grunted with agreement. Kim’s hand snaked its way back to my dick and continued the hand job. I leaned back on my hands and watched. It felt so good that I started feeling like I might blow my load.

With her other hand, Kim reached behind her and pulled a condom out of her blue boy shorts waste band. She bit the foil open with her teeth. With her other hand, she started unrolling it onto my turgent and waiting cock. The cool latex felt so good. The pressure from the condom pressing on my skin was a fantastic reminder of what was to come.

Kim stood at the end of travesti escort the bed and turned around. She bent at her waist and slid the boy shorts down. I quick flash of her pussy was silhouetted by the desk lamp. A little fuzz was showing. Kim stayed bent over and took her fingers and stroked her love box. When she pulled her hand away, a strand of cum was noticeable. Kim was obviously very turned on.

“Mmmm… that tastes good!” Kim moaned as she sucked on her fingers. She swirled her tongue around her digits seductively.

“Wow…” It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

She straddled my lap and lowered herself down. Taking my cock, Kim guided it into her waiting hot pussy. As she sank down, I slowly pushed up into her. It was the best feeling in a very long time. Kim’s hands rested on my chest as she rode up and down. Slowly and gently.

I bent my knees and grabbed her hips. I started to thrust into that young tight cunt with gusto. Kim leaned back onto her hands as she increased her speed. The sound of love making… no not love making… the sound of fucking resonated off the hotel room’s walls.

Kim started antalya escort to whimper. Her hand found her clit and started to rub it vigorously. Kim arched her back and started to spasm as a string of orgasms hit her. By the third one happened, her pussy clamped down on my shaft and cause me to explode into the condom. I swear I filled the damn thing.

She leaned down and kissed me once more. Swinging her leg over, she dismounted me and laid down beside me. Snuggling into my arms. I stroked her side, making small circles near the side of her ample breast. She lifted her arm to provide better access and I started to play with her still aroused nipple. The short hair of her pussy brushed against my leg. I was in heaven.

“Let me clean you up” Kim offered.

I just nodded my agreement.

Kim’s hand snaked down to the condom and rolled it up. I expected her to take it to the bathroom and flush it, but instead she brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

“Mmm that smells so good!”

Her tongue darted out and tasted my cum. A smile of approval was all Kim did before she tipped the condom over and squeezed my seed into her waiting mouth. She stuck out her tongue to show me and then swallowed. Her mouth parted displaying her empty mouth.

“You taste so good. I might have to blow you later to get this straight from the source next time!” Kim winked and darted to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

All I could think of was that I needed to buy more condoms.

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