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Jeremy laid his head in my lap as we carried on our conversation – about what, well that’s hard to remember since my memory is limited from when he twirled his tongue around my nipple and when I realized he had fucked my headache away.

He was teasing me, sucking ever so lightly and then returning to what ever it was we were discussing. I tried to focus. I was willing my body not to react, to finish each sentence, no stuttering, and no pauses. I tried, but I failed. If my body had an ignition key, it was my nipples. He knew to focus on the left and toyed with me. I was mid-sentence when I gave up the fight and let out the soft moan I was trying to contain. He looked up and smirked at me as I began to moan softly. “Fuck” I said as he pulled down my shirt and bra and switched between nipples. He kissed down my stomach and sent shivers down my spine. He undid my pants and started kissing the rim of my panties.

“Take off your pants” he said. He said it with bass, in that voice that I vowed never to admit actually got to me. This man could say anything in that bass and I would probably oblige. That bass was dangerous.

He was in between my legs kissing my inner thighs working his way up to my pussy. More shivers coursed down my spine. My nipples were erect and pointing up towards the ceiling. He slid off my panties and stared at my pussy.

“Damn”

“What?” I asked.

“Wet much” he said as he smiled. I bet he was admiring his effect on me.

I watched as my panties slid down my legs and fell to the floor next to me. It was written all over his face – hunger for me. Today was not the day where he would ease me into it, no; today he threw me into mind-blowing pleasure with no warning. I gasped as I felt him repeatedly flick his tongue. I moaned for him, arched my back for him, I bit my bottom lip for him. My hands slid up over my breasts and into my hair. I closed my eyes and cussed him out in my mind for making me feel so damn good; for being so damn good, kırgız escort it wasn’t fair. I reached down and felt for his dick, it was not hard to miss. For a few seconds I was surprised by how hard it was. My hand shot up to hold the chair as he made my body shudder. I opened my eyes and saw him watching me, watching me move for him, squirm for him. He watched me moan to the brink of losing my mind. Have you ever been fearful of pleasure? I cannot say that I was not when I felt him move his hand up and expose my clit.

Almost anything else, I could tolerate, but when I felt him suck on my clit, my body wanted to explode. My moans turned to gasps: “Uhh-, Da-, Fu-” as I neared orgasm. We parked at the far end of the lot but I am sure my voice traveled the 100 feet to the path frequented my joggers, dogs, and their walkers – and I could have cared less.

Jeremy was relentless. I wanted to run but instead I tried backing up against the door. He grabbed my legs, pulled me back towards him, and held me down – it turned me on even more. My clit was at his mercy. He flicked it, sucked it. Punished me and drowned me in ecstasy. This man was making me lose my mind. I begged, yes, I so strongly against exposing ANY traces of effect on me by others, begged. I begged him to stop and pleaded for him to continue. He was enjoying this. There is no question I came; the only question is how many times?

“I fucking hate you,” I whispered as he finally eased up. I wish I had kept my mouth shut.

His eyes said “oh really?” as he eased his fingers into me. He fingered the shit out of me. I arched my back and let him – I am not sure I had much of a choice either way. “Turn over” he grumbled in the same fucking bass. I hated that bass. He was enjoying this. He lapped up my juices; it was not hard since he had me flowing.

***********

It was my turn. I balanced his dick on my tongue as I slid the length of it into my mouth. He groaned and eskort istanbul tilted his head back. I felt his dick jerk as it slid in and out of my mouth. It was hot. His hand came down hard on my ass, grabbing it as he moved two fingers towards my wet pussy. I moaned on his dick. His fingers rubbed against my swollen clit as his fingers disappeared into me. I pushed his dick further into my mouth until the tip rested against the back of my throat as he fingered me. I could feel his dick vibrate as I moaned. He groaned with pleasure. His affect on me was intoxicating. He began fingering me harder, plunged into me faster and faster. I could not focus any longer, slid his dick out of my mouth, and gasped as I felt my pussy get hot. I was reaching my climax once more and my extra-sensitive pussy made it worse. I arched my back.

“Whose pussy is it?” He asked as he lowered his mouth near my ear.

“Mine.” I did not want to give him the satisfaction.

“Amirah, whose pussy is it?” he repeated as those two fingers pushed me closer and closer to bliss.

“Ya-Ya-Yours!” I felt the tension release and my legs fall limp.

***

I gasped as he slowly slid it in. He eased his dick into me until I felt him rest against my ass. He started thrusting in and out. I was so wet and felt him sliding against me. The car was getting hot and the A/C was not doing much now. I looked behind me at him as he took off his shirt. I bit my lip and looked him up and down. I moaned each time he hit my wall. His hands moved up and down my back, then rested on my breasts as he cupped and squeezed them. I bit my thumb to contain myself, a futile attempt as I felt my pussy get hot again and then a sense of release as I came all over him. He groaned and pulled out. He had to regroup or else lose to me. He caught his breath and plunged back into me. He sawed in and out of me, harder, and faster. He was fucking the air out of my lungs.

I turned over onto my back. He did not hesitate genç escort to hit my spot again. You know the one. The one that sends a tingle to your everywhere, the sensation you never want to end. I moved my hands across his chest and gripped his arms. They became tense each time he lowered himself into me. My head was hitting the door but I could care less. He was fucking me senseless. I did not know what to do with myself, what do with this unbearable pleasure. I gasped as I pulled out and I heard him coming behind me. He grunted as cum ejected from the tip of his sensitive dick, I laughed as it squirted out.

I lay there biting my bottom as my legs shook. He moved forwards and laid his head on my bare chest. I put my arm around him and held his face. I was slightly panting and still sensitive. My nipples perked up when he shifted his head. His hands found their way to my still dripping wet pussy and again those two fingers disappeared within me.

I had become even more sensitive. He was still relentless. He finger fucked him as I moaned “no, no, no, no.” I did not mean it – well – my pussy did not. He rubbed his finger against my exposed clit; it drove me crazy and made my body involuntarily jump.

“I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m” I stuttered.

I felt my body exploded.

“I came” I sighed.

I thought it was over but he was not.

His fingers penetrated repeatedly. They flicked against my pussy. His hands transcribed all the words my body wanted to learn. I could not take it. I moaned louder and louder. I was screaming. I tried pushing his hand away but his free hand grabbed my hand. I temporarily forgot he was much stronger than me and struggled to free my hand. I broke free and tried to push him away from my pussy again. I could not take it. I felt my pussy swell. He growled at my hand and I complied. I hated that bass, even in a growl. Resisting was futile as my body arched as I peaked again. I sighed and he pulled his fingers out. He looked back at me and smiled.

I cried out “you win, you win, you win, you win” so many times that day I didn’t have to say it again but I did.

I breathed out “you win” one last time and then closed my eyes. I let my legs shake, and felt my orgasm travel throughout my body.

He won.

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A door swung open suddenly, stopping John in his tracks.

He had been deep in thought walking up the flights of stairs to his apartment. The events that had just transpired with Amy in the massage parlor were beginning to feel like a dream.

“Oh! Hi John!”

It was John’s neighbor, Olivia. She was beaming at him from her open doorway, holding a garbage bag at her side.

“Hey, Olivia. How have you been?” John replied smiling back at her.

John was always happy to see Olivia. For months after moving into his apartment he would occasionally run into her in the corridors and stairways leading up to their floor. She seemed to always be dressed like she was working out, or maybe just doing laundry. Tight leggings and sports bras left little of her body to the imagination. Sometimes just catching a glimpse of her round ass walking up the stairs ahead of him would be the highlight of John’s day.

Eventually John had the nerve to strike up a real conversation with her and they would chat periodically. It was mostly just small talk and pleasantries, until one fateful day when she invited John into her place and they ended up fucking like rabbits.

John still couldn’t quite remember what he had done to escalate the situation from small talk to him trying to stuff his oversized prong inside her, the details were a bit of a blur. All he knew is that since that day, he ran into Olivia a lot more frequently.

“I’ve been pretty good!” Olivia replied. She set her trash down in the threshold of her door and took a step closer to John.

Olivia was a little taller than average, standing only a few inches shorter than John. She wore her light, blonde hair shorter than most women would dare, but she pulled it off perfectly. Her short hair and bright blue eyes matched her perky demeanor. Of course, today she was wearing her signature black yoga pants and a blue tank top. Underneath her breasts were mashed together in a compressing sports bra with a bit of cleavage poking out at the top.

“Hey!” she continued. “You’re not slouching like before. Is you back feeling better?”

“Much better.” Replied John. “I actually got a massage today and that really helped a lot.”

“A massage? Wow! That’s great!” Olivia replied. Genuinely excited that her friend was feeling better.

She paused for a moment, looking John up and down. “We should celebrate!” She said “Since you’re feeling better!”

“Well I…” John began. His massage experience with Amy was swimming in his head again. He made plans for her to come over tonight and he was very much focused on what was going to happen when they had a whole apartment to themselves.

Olivia kept talking. She had a habit of interrupting people when she got excited and John usually got her pretty excited.

“You know I’ve really been wanting to get back on that disco stick of yours. I felt bad last time when your back was hurting too badly for us to continue.”

John snorted with laughter. Olivia’s quirky sense of humor never failed to make him laugh and she seemed to always have a new, funny, name for his dick. She had called it everything from his ‘gentleman’s sausage’ to a ‘tower of power’.

“Well I appreciate you taking care of me regardless.” John thought back to the last time he and Olivia had fooled around. His back pain was so intense after a few minutes of clumsy fucking that he had to give up and even when she tried to ride him the pain was just to unbearable. Olivia was nice enough to jerk him to completion and help clean him off in the shower. He realized then that although she was a fuck buddy, and not his girlfriend, she did seem to care for him. He shared the same genuine affection for her as well.

“Its never a chore to service that big cock of yours.” Olivia’s voice lowered into a sultry and seductive tone. She took another step toward him and placed her hand over the bulge in his pants.

John’s dick jumped slightly under her touch as his eyes met hers. He noticed she was wearing a bit of eyeliner and her slightly parted lips were glossy with a natural colored lipstick.

For the first time in hours Amy had drifted from his mind.

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Amy’s breasts bounced obscenely, threatening to spill out of her dress.

This was a fact of life for Amy. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, the actions of day-to-day life caused her overdeveloped chest to sway and bounce everywhere she went.

In public her breasts drew constant stares from men and women alike. But right now, she was driving alone and the only person that could see her boobs bounce with every bump in the road was Amy herself.

After work Amy had rushed home so she could prepare for her date at John’s place. After showering she found a sexy, red, cocktail dress to wear. She knew it would overwhelm John when he saw her hourglass figure and enormous breasts crammed into this piece of stretchy fabric.

She paired her tight dress with a pair of strapped high heels that laced half way up her calves. She decided arap escort not to wear any jewelry, afraid it may only get in the way of the high physical activities that she was eagerly anticipating.

Now, Amy was pulling off the boulevard on her way to John’s apartment. She was impressed when John told her what area he lived in. He hadn’t been particularly well dressed when he had come into her parlor, but she knew he must make good money to afford to live on this side of town.

As she pulled into a parking space in front of John’s building, she was starting to become overwhelmed by a sense of excitement. Had any man ever made her feel this nervous? She thought to herself.

After losing control in the presence of John’s exquisite manhood earlier, she had hoped to take control of the situation again with the help of her skimpy dress, but now she was hesitating uncharacteristically.

After a moment she took a deep breath and threw her door opened and quickly climbed out of her car. The motion had caused the dress to ride up high on her hips and her breasts to begin to spill out of the top as well. She tugged down on the bottom edge of the dress and made sure it was pulled down tight across her round butt, then she readjusted the fabric across her bosom, covering some of her excessive cleavage.

Just as she began walking up to John’s building, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a man hauling groceries out of his trunk near her. He stood frozen staring at her, mouth agape.

Amy remembered that any man was putty in her hand. John was no different than this guy in the parking lot. He will be stunned the moment he sees her standing in his doorway.

Once again, Amy felt powerful.

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Olivia giggled as she talked with John. She was sitting on his couch drinking a beer, her first bottle sat empty on the coffee table. John was mixing up a rum and Coke at the bar a few feet away.

“So, John.” Olivia said as she shifted the conversation to another topic.

“I can’t imagine you getting a massage. I know you. I bet you were super uncomfortable.” She continued to giggle.

“Well this place looked pretty nice and clean, so I wasn’t too weirded out. But yeah… I was sort of nervous.”

“I bet.” Olivia said. “Did you have to get all naked and everything? Don’t tell me you scared some poor masseuse with that swinging meat of yours!”

John snorted in laughter.

Olivia continued. “Maybe I’ll go see this miracle worker masseuse of yours. It’s a woman right? I don’t know if I’d want some big guy I don’t know rubbing me all down with oil.”

John looked up at Olivia as he stepped back towards the couch. Olivia always got this talkative after a drink or two.

“Well she-” He was interrupted by the door bell ringing.

“Who could that be?” Olivia sat up suddenly.

“Oh shit. What time is it?” John said digging in his pocket for his phone.

“I didn’t know you were expecting anybody.”

John was looking around in a mild panic.

“Wait! Do you have a date?! You should have told me. I didn’t mean to invite myself over like this.” Olivia said standing up quickly.

“It’s okay. It’s my fault. I… got distracted. Lost track of time.”

John paused for a moment.

“It’s actually the masseuse from today.” He explained. “I invited her over.”

Olivia’s eyes widened with realization.

“You sly dog!”

John smiled.

“Well you better get the door.” She said “I’m sure she’s excited to try it out” Olivia brushed her hand across John’s crotch. He clearly heard a little jealousy in her voice.

John sighed. How was he doing to explain to Amy why Olivia was here? And how mad is Olivia going to be for kicking her out? But John had no time to think.

John and Olivia walked over to the front door and John opened it.

“Sorry. I was just…” The words caught in John’s throat.

Amy stood contrapposto with one had resting on her hip. The tight, red cocktail dress she wore clung to every inch of her curvy body, tapering in from her wide hips, to her narrow waist, before being stretched taught across her massive chest. Her dark hair, no longer in a pony-tail, hung down straight to either side of her face. Her big, pouty lips were painted in red lipstick. They were parted slightly as if she was already in a state of slight arousal.

After a moment Amy’s eyes broke their lock on John’s and she looked over to Olivia who was standing behind John.

Olivia was even more taken aback than John. In retrospect she didn’t know what to expect John’s date to look like, but she didn’t no expect this hyper-sexual bombshell.

“Uhh…” John was the first to speak after what felt like a long time. “Amy, this is… this is my neighbor, Olivia.

“Oh yes. Hi. I was just about to leave” Olivia said taking a step toward the door. “So nice to meet you.” She gave a tiny, frantic wave.

“No.” Amy looked Olivia up and down. Even in her heels Olivia still escort bayan istanbul stood an inch taller than Amy.

“Why don’t you stay? The more the merrier.” Amy made a big smile.

“I uhh-” John began.

“No really. Its okay, John” Amy cut him off. “I just came over here to hang out. I don’t mid if Olivia joins us.”

John looked back at Olivia. She was blushing a bit and looked like she didn’t know what to do.

“Well please come in.” John stepped aside and motioned Amy to enter.

Amy stepped forward, her heels clicking on the hard wood floor. She looked around.

“This is a big apartment.” Amy said.

“Thanks.” John chuckled. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Olivia watched Amy’s shapely figure as she walked from the entrance hallway to the living room. Even the way she walked exuded sexuality. Her hips swayed with each step exuding an almost animalistic grace.

Olivia was very happy with her appearance and her figure. She was lucky enough to stay thin and fit even though she frequently ate junk food and drank beer, but where she always had thought herself to be particularly lucky was that she had a pretty big rack for someone with her physique. After quickly growing out to an E cup in her freshman year of high school, she had forever been the girl with “big boobs”. She even had to double layer sports bras when she worked out so that she didn’t make a spectacle of herself.

But now she suddenly found herself feeling inadequate. Amy’s boobs were absurdly large, easily dwarfing Olivia’s chest. Then on top of that Amy was blessed with a big, round ass and thick thighs. Amy’s figure was simply unreal.

Olivia walked around Amy and sat back down on the couch where she had been sitting. Her beer sat waiting for her, dripping with condensation. She felt she needed a drink.

“Is rum and Coke is okay?” John asked, resuming his spot at the bar.

“That would be great.” Amy smiled looking down from the tall ceilings to where John stood.

“Do you want another drink?” John asked Olivia.

When he looked over at Olivia she had her head back and was slamming back what was left of her beer. She sat it down on the table with a clack.

“Yes please.” She said with a gasp.

Olivia looked over to Amy. “So, Amy… How do you know John?” She asked, playing dumb.

“Well-” Amy started and she took a seat on the opposite end of the large couch. “John is actually a new client at my massage parlor.”

“Oooh. I see!” Olivia said beginning to relax a bit. “So you work as a masseuse there?”

“Yes. Well I own and operate the business as well. But yes, I’m still very hands on in my work as well.” Amy smirked at Olivia.

Olivia laughed nervously. How far had she gotten with John already? She wondered. It was no doubt she knew what he was packing. As long as she had known John she knew that almost any woman that knew about his endowment would jump at the opportunity to try it out. She was sure that Amy was here for the same reason.

“Here we are.” John said as he carried fresh drinks over to where the girls sat. He started over towards a reclining chair adjacent to the couch but Olivia stopped him with a motion of her hand.

“Why don’t you sit here between us?” She patted the couch cushion.

“Oh- Okay.”

John slumped down onto the couch between then and took a sip from his tall glass.

“Let me put a bit of music on.” John said reaching for a remote that sat on the coffee table.

Amy continued with the pleasantries. “What do you do?” she asked Olivia.

“I’m a civil engineer. I work for a company that does most of the road construction here in town.”

“No kidding?”

“Yeah. I’ve actually been computer modeling the hydraulics of the design to make sure that there is enough flow under the bridge in the event of a big storm surge.”

You would never guess Olivia was an engineer by looking at her but John knew she was actually a bit of a geek. She was the only person he had ever met that could excitedly talk about concrete. He would sometimes get lost in her technical jargon, but he really appreciated her passion for her work.

Contemporary music began to play softly throughout the living room as John sat the remote down and leaned back onto the couch.

The girls were now talking over him. This situation was a bit awkward but he was pleased that Amy and Olivia were getting along. After the events in the massage parlor he has been eagerly anticipating taking things further with Amy tonight, but everybody just hanging out could be fun too. Who knows maybe they would all become friends. John thought to himself.

“John?” It was Amy’s voice.

“Oh? Yes??

“You were kinda spaced out there.” Olivia said laughing and giving him a poke in the side.

“Amy was just asking what you did for a living.”

“Oh sorry.” John smiled looking between them.

Amy was laughing now too. “John and I didn’t get much time to talk today, isn’t that zenci escort right John?”

“Yeah…” John laughed but he could tell his cheeks were burning a bit.

“You know John’s back has been hurting him for a long time.” Olivia started. “I was so happy to see he was feeling better today.”

“A good massage can really do wonders.” Amy moved a little closer to John and placed a hand on his knee.

“Apparently so!” Olivia was giggling just like she had been before Amy showed up. “I think John is just a bit high strung. He just needs to loosen up.”

“It can be a lot of things.” Amy replied. “Stress can cause all sorts of muscle pain just as physical labor can.”

“It’s definitely not manual labor that’s getting me. The only thing I lift is my briefcase.” John joked.

They all laughed. After a moment, Olivia started up again.

“Sorry if this is too personal, but since were on the topic of back pain, how do you… fair with those?” Oliva made a motion with her hands over her breasts while looking over at Amy’s expanse of cleavage burgeoning from the top of her dress.

“A lot of people ask me that.” Amy replied. “I guess I’ve just been blessed with strong back muscles. They don’t really bother me too much.” She arched her back slightly pushing her chest out.

John got a magnificent view down Amy’s dress. It had only been hours since he had been this close to them, but he had already forgotten just how immense they were. His cock twitched at the sight.

“Blessed, I’d say!” Olivia laughed out loud. “I thought I had big tits, but those things are legitimately huge!”

“Thanks.” Amy grinned.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what size bra do you wear?”

“Olivia!” John exclaimed.

“Sorry! I’m just really curious! I mean look at those things. I’m kinda jealous.” She feigned pouting.

“It’s okay! Really!” Amy laughed looking back and forth between them. “Like I said. People ask about them quite a bit. I’m used to it.”

Amy took her hand off John’s knee and placed both hands on gently on her chest.

“My cup size is K.”

She then placed her hands on her torso below her bosom.

“And my band is 32. So 32K.”

“Hooooooly shit.” Exclaimed Olivia.

Olivia began quickly counting on her fingers.

“We have the same underbust and you’re five cup sizes bigger than me… That’s intense.” She laughed.

John’s eyes were wide. A K cup? He though. He had never heard of anybody that size before. John’s cock was starting to inflate slightly at the thought. He had learned first-hand that her chest was huge, but something about the measurement was deeply erotic to him.

Amy just smiled. She loved the attention her huge tits brought her. Men, women, it didn’t matter.

“Well today I learned that someone else is carrying a bit of weight around.” Amy locked eyes with John and gave a sly smile.

Olivia sorted with laughter while taking a gulp of beer.

John was definitely blushing now. Was this conversation really going this way?

“I guess there’s no way you’re going to overlook that third leg when giving a massage, eh?” Olivia said laughing.

“It’s hard to miss.” Amy replied still looking at John.

John didn’t know what to say. The conversation was getting more personal by the minute. Amy was really starting to get to him. He had to look away from her gaze.

“Aww! You’re making him blush!” Olivia moved closer to John. “You would think he would be used to the compliments by now.”

“You’ve known him for a while?” Amy asked.

“Oh sure. We’ve been good friends for quite a while. How long would you say, John?” Olivia put her hand on his shoulder as she turned to face him.

“Uhh… about a year I’d say.”

“And you two hang out often?” Amy continued.

“Definitely! We don’t go out much but we hang out around here quite a bit. Usually here at John’s place, my apartment is usually a bit messy.” Olivia admitted with a giggle.

As nervous as John was, his cock was still reacting to the conversation. Olivia was dancing around Amy’s questions. The reality was that Olivia came over to fool around with John at least once a week. It had slowed down a bit in the past few months because of his back pain, but around the time they first met they fucked several times a week.

“So, I’m guessing you’ve gotten a little bit of hands on experience with this?” Amy asked gesturing towards the bulge at his crotch.

Without moving her head, Olivia was looking down at the growth in his pants. She could tell it was far from flaccid.

This wasn’t helping John feel any less awkward. These two women were basically talking across him about his cock. He could do nothing bit sit back and see where it went.

“I’ve had a few encounters with it.” Olivia replied with a wide smile growing on her face.

John had to chuckle at her terminology. “Encounters” made it sound like it was some kind of wild animal.

Amy seemed to have the same though.

“It certainly felt like an encounter. This morning I had no idea that I would run into the biggest dick I had ever seen.”

“Tell me about it.” Oliva replied. “It’s pretty unreal.” She was stealing glances at John’s crotch as his cock continued to grow in his pants.

There was a long pause before Amy broke the silence.

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Being a CEO of a major corporation specializing in Corporate “raiding”; image to me is and always has been everything. The way I am perceived, the power I radiate, the level of achievement I portray, all play significant factors to my success.

I am the stereotypical Upper Class Male. I have a beautiful half a million dollar house on a golf course, a three car garage, filled with your typical sport utility vehicle, a Cadillac, and of course, my Porsche.

My wife, is the Stepford wife type, Mrs. Country Club. She makes sure she performs her “wifely duties” dependably once a month when I have banked enough “Honey Do’s” to be honored with entering her. I get to lay on top of her, in the very dark of the bedroom for five minutes of very Vanilla, strictly dutiful sex. After which ,she immediately runs into the bathroom and showers away every last scent of me from her. Once she sneezed and moved under me while I was inside her. It was the kinkiest thing she had done in 10 years!

I am not complaining, don’t get me wrong. There are other associates of mine, also in their mid forties, that would be delighted to even get that treatment.

Like I said, “image is everything to me.” So it has kept me from falling into that revolving bed routine that I see some of my friends get hooked on.

Perhaps a combination of all these things were what threw me for a loop when I met Carry.

I was at a local coffee bar just down from my executive offices. It was early, yet there was still a long line of people ordering coffees in front of me. As I perused the cover of the Wall Street Times, I heard the orders “Tall Latte” , “Mocahchino” , double expresso.”

The ordering seemed to be held up a bit, the flow of the line slowed, as I heard a desperate plea, asking “Don’t you just have regular fresh ground coffee”?

I looked ahead, my eyes had to trail down a bit to locate the source of who said this. Standing 6’3,” this little gal ahead of me barely reached my chest.

Besides her echoing my sentiment for a cup of “REAL” coffee, I was struck by the most beautiful long , golden blonde hair hair I had ever seen. The length came just above her waist band of her jeans.

I just had to get a look at her face.

I had a feeling I was going to be disappointed. She probably looked like a mud fence, yet I had to see her.

I spoke up to the young gal at the counter, still trying to process what the young lady had ordered. “Yes, I will have the same of your “Morning Roasted Blend, Number 4 on your menu.”

The confused gal at the counter, now understood what the young lady in front of me was trying to order. She turned around to thank me. It felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. She was beautiful. She had a golden brown tan, the most beautiful hazel eyes with long eyelashes I had ever seen, and beautiful white straight teeth.

When she smiled at me, her eyes met mine. She did not turn away, but boldly captured my eyes in hers. Her head tilted slightly to the left, and when she smiled, her eyes lit up and sparkled. I felt like I was THE most important man in the world at that very second.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had insisted on buying both coffees, and was leading her, or she lead me, or somehow we ended up at a table together. I smiled at the contrasts almost immediately. Her aft height to my 6’3.” Her long blonde hair to my dark salt and pepper tinged hair. Her jeans, long sleeve white t-shirt and jeans, to my Armani suit. Her youthfulness, I was guessing mid 30’s to my mid 40’s.

Yet, there we both sat, savoring our cup of “real coffee” as though rus escort our life’s depended on it. Both of us with a copy of the Wall Street Journal. In no time at all, I could tell that she was not some whimsical blonde.

We continued to meet at the coffee shop on and off. Ok, I admit, I spent way too much time driving in and out of the place hoping to “bump” into her. I couldn’t get enough of her laugh, her smile, her candor. I never had to guess what she was thinking. She always told me how she felt about things.

It wasn’t long before I was starting to be very sexually attracted to her as well. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to approach doing anything about it. One morning, as we were discussing the Bloomberg report from the previous day. Right in the middle of Ford falling three points and Airline stock recovering a bit, she looks at me and says.

“I want to make love to you.”

It took everything I had to keep from choking on my coffee, and to act non chalont. My heart was racing. I felt like a randy college boy. My cock was so instantly hard, I thanked God, I was sitting down and could be hidden under the table.

We worked out the logistics of our meeting. I would have loved to take her right then and there.

We met at one of my corporate apartments the very next afternoon.

I was so nervous as I paced back and forth waiting for her to arrive. The minute she walked through the door though, all nervousness was gone. Replaced with a lust and fire I had never felt before.

I immediately took her in my arms. I kissed her lips, slowly spreading them and slipping my tongue into her warm mouth. She tasted fresh and minty. I loved toying with her tongue as my hands roamed up and down her body.

Her hands were also busy. Being the one used to being in charge, I pulled back from her and started to unbotton her pants. She moved my hands away. Looked me right in the eyes and proceeded to take off her clothes. I watched mesmerized as she removed her shirt, her jeans. In broad day light, she was doing the most erotic strip tease for me. By the time she stood in her pale yellow silk bra, with her full heavy breasts straining against that silky material, and her matching French cut bikini panties, I was rock hard and in awe.

She continued on, unfastening her bra. Exposing beautiful full breasts. With large brown nipples. She licked her finger and circled her nipples for me. Making them erect and at attention. She stepped out of her panties revealing a beautiful shaved smooth pussy.

I wasted no time in grabbing my belt buckle. She once again stopped me. I looked at her with a questioning look. She answered by again taking the lead from me and unbuttoning my shirt, my belt, my pants. I followed her every request, although most things I just followed her lead and her encouraging looks.

It wasn’t long before we stood naked with each other. She finally came close to me and our skin touched and our bodies were on fire. I knew I had to have this woman.

Before I could lead her to the bedroom. She had sat in a chair and had pulled me to stand next to her.

She began rubbing and kneading the inside of my thighs. Her kisses and soft licks followed her fingers wherever they went. As she cupped my balls, and began gently squeezing, a moan escaped my lips. My head was thrown back. I had totally put myself into her hands. Something I had never done in my life, sexually or Non.

Her warm tongue found its way to my balls. She lapped them like a kitten cleaning itself. She opened her mouth and took my swollen sacs into her warm istanbul bayan eskort wet mouth. That warm rush of feeling is like nothing I can put words to. She increased pressure and sucked gently on them, one at a time. My cock was jumping everywhere. As she was still sucking my balls, her other hand began to slowly stroke my long shaft. The rhythm she had started had my entire body rocking back and forth to be closer to her.

She let my balls escape her mouth, for her only to capture my now soaked head of my cock. In one motion, she engulfed my entire cock. I now know how rocket fuel was invented. I was going to the moon. Almost immediately, I felt my cumm rise from my balls. I was not going to last for 3 minutes of her delicious sucking. As she would suck my cock down her throat, her tongue would dance around my head and my sensitive hole. Her hands now massaging my balls, still wet from her sucking. I tried to pull away.

“Darling, if you keep that up this is going to be over before its started” I pleaded with her.

It only fueled her to suck even faster, with more pressure. There is no way, even trying to say my ABC’s backward in my head, could I ignore this incredible feeling. The orgasm built from my toes. I knew I was seconds away from erupting. I could tell she did too, as her pace quickened even more. I could count the times on one hand that I have had the luxury of cumming in a womans mouth. My still sane portion of my brain managed to say “OH God, babe I am cumming”!

To my surprise, rather then her releasing my cock as it began spurting my cumm, she swallowed me even deeper into her throat. Sucking and swallowing as I pumped for what seemed like forever. My cock was so sensitive, it was almost painful as she kept sucking me down. I had long since stopped erupting and she kept my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t long before I could feel it begin to take form again. Hell, I don’t think it was ever really soft, just not AS hard.

She released my cock from her mouth and stood up. She pulled my face down to hers. I could smell myself on her breath. A thought that I would have possibly thought, would have been disgusting was now an incredible turn on to me. As she kissed me, and put her tongue into my mouth, I now tasted myself on her. The eroticism of it all was incredible.

I lead her to the bedroom. A big king-sized bed awaited us. She laid down and I followed suit next to her. My cock had fully regained its hardness at the thought at what was to come. She almost immediately positioned herself over the top of me.

“You want to fuck my pussy don’t you?” she asked me, once again looking into my eyes. Past my eyes actually, into my soul.

“Yes baby, please” I found myself answering.

She had positioned herself over me. Her body was sliding up and down on mine. Her pussy touching just close enough to my skin, that I could feel her heat and wetness. Oh God, it was an incredible turn on.

She raised far enough forward so her breasts were in my face. She held one of her firm breasts and lead it to my mouth.

“Suck that” she commanded of me.

I gladly sucked it. The nipple came to life for me, hard and firm. I sucked and gently nibbled.

She repeated that with the other side. I took them both and squeezed them together so I could just go back and forth to each now pink and ripe nipple. If I wasn’t sucking on one, I would roll the nipples in between my fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you now” she told me. She lowered herself over my hard cock. I will never forget the incredible feeling as she locked my eyes with her, and spread ukraynalı escort her pussy lips with one hand and descended down on top of my cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. She was so incredibly tight and warm.

I saw instantly in her face and eyes that she was as caught up in the feeling as I was.

She began to rock on top of me. Grinding her pubic bone into my cock. The head of my cock was as deep as it could go. She found a rhythm, I leaned upward so I could keep my cock even harder for her to please herself on. I took her hips and began to help her set the pace she was creating on my cock. I felt her tense. The look of pure ecstasy crossed over her face, as I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my cock. She shuddered in wave after wave of incredible excitement. I could feel her juices running down between my balls. She was so incredibly wet and warm.

In an instant, she had rolled me over to be on top. The first time since we were together that she had allowed me to be in command. Yes, now familiar territory, I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. She met me with every thrust. Moaning and begging me to fuck her more.

“Fuck me harder damn it” she yelled.

She had wrapped her legs around my waist and was pulling me deep. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel another orgasm building. Her right hand had moved even farther down on my ass. My cheeks are firm and tight from working out. I thought she was just massaging my muscles. I was not prepared for what she did next.

Her fingers spread my ass cheeks. As good as my cock felt in her wonderful pussy. I could not help my mind from wandering to those God awful rectal exams from the DR. office. Being so straight, I am almost homophobic, my ass is the last place I think of when I am thinking erotic thoughts.

As if she sensed my hesitation, she tickled the cheeks of my ass with her finger nails. Allowing my ass cheeks to close.

“Let me finger fuck your ass baby” she whispered to me.

Even as she said it, I could feel her pussy tighten and radiate even more wetness, more heat.

All I could think of was how “unmanly” that was. But how MUCH she seemed to be turned on by it. Wondering what the men in the board room would think, the feelings were too intense to analyze long.

Her fingers found their way back again to my inner cheeks. This time it was not such a surprise. She was so slow, gentle, tickling her way to the underside of my balls. I began to get used to her presence there. She would tickle my balls, then run her finger up the slit of my ass. Every time she would cross my asshole, she would stop and give just a little pressure to it.

As I was still plunging in and out of her pussy, I was growing used to her fingers being near my ass. I found myself even pushing and changing my rhythm I was entering with, to push against her fingers when she paused near my tight hole.

I felt her fingers between us. She had slid her little finger in her pussy hole along with my cock. I wasn’t sure what she was doing. But it felt great. She was obviously getting off on it. I felt her orgasm building again.

She removed her little finger from her pussy. Now dripping with her juices, she spread my ass again, and with ease form all her pussy juices, slid her little finger in my virgin ass. There was surprising no pain, far from it. With a few more thrusts, and that magic pinky in my ass, I exploded with a huge climax.

As I was still pumping my cum into her, I felt her squeeze around me again. It was such a turn on to know that this turned her on enough to bring her to a climax, it changed the way I would think about things forever.

Not only was I used to the “magic finger” treatment. I looked forward to it.

That was only the beginning of what my new “take control” lover would introduce me to.

Look forward to part 2.

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Ava (29 yrs.) is a true blonde (40-24-36) who lays naked inside a hot bath. Her wet, golden hair, covers her face. Her hands cup her round tits and she lifts up those pink nipples. She smiles as both hands start caressing those tits.

It’s September and Ava travels out of town for a wrestling tournament. She checks into the hotel next to the university stadium.

On Saturday afternoon. Christian (19 yrs.) stands at 5’8″ who weighs 141 lbs. He won his wrestling match and unstraps his head gear. He breathes hard and his light brown hair is soaked in sweat. His hand is raised as the winner.

He soon strips naked in front of his locker. His hand grabs a towel and walks toward a weight machine. Coach Vincent stands behind him and wipes down his body with his own towel. Christian drops his towel to the floor and stands on the machine. He raises his arms into the air and waits. His cut muscles are prominent from his chest to his abs. His weight is recorded and Christian shakes coach’s hand. He grabs his towel and walks toward the showers.

A few hours later in hotel room 200. Christian walks out of the bathroom naked. He steps over to the big screen TV and grabs his iPhone on the table. He checks his text messages and places the phone moldova escort back down.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Someone’s at the door.

Christian strides over and looks into the peep hole. Ava stands out there wearing a sarong dress and a bikini top. He notices her enormous tits.

He says, “Holy shit.”

His hand opens the door, but only to peak out because he’s still nude. His eyes get a clearer look at those tits. Both of her nipples poke hard against that top.

Ava says, “Hi, are you Christian?”

He answers, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m Ava and I’m having a party in room 310. It’s for the visiting wrestlers. Congrats on your win today” she says.

He smiles, “Thanks, what time is the party?”

“It starts at 9 p.m. I’ll have food and drinks” she answers.

“Thanks for the invite” he says as his eyes glance down at her tits again. She turns and walks away.

Later that night inside hotel room 310. The only light comes from the big screen TV. It plays ESPN car racing, but the volume is turned off.

Ava and Christian are breathing heavy while kissing each other near the door. He pushes her against the wall. They both French-kiss deeply. Her escort istanbul hands yank up his t-shirt. He steps back and pulls off that shirt. They go back to kissing.

His right hand pulls down the string on her bikini top. It stretches off her shoulder and his fingers pull the top down under her right tit. His palm grips her round flesh and his mouth finds her pink areole. He gently sucks on it as his tongue flicks the nipple.

His left fingers yank down the other bikini string. Her top is pulled down around her waist. His left hand grabs her left tit. His mouth moves over to her left areole and nipple. His right fingers pinch her right nipple.

As he sucks on her tit. Her hands find the strings on his bottom sweats. She pulls on those strings and yanks the sweats over his hard buttocks. It falls to his ankles. Christian raises his head and his hands grip her waist. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist.

He struggles to step out of his sweats which are around his ankles. They both laugh.

Christian carries her over to the bed and gently lays her down. His hands turn her onto her stomach and his fingers finds her thong. He forcefully yanks it down over her buttocks, and her legs, and bulgar escort then off her ankles.

He says, “You got a condom?”

She answers, “On the table.”

He steps over to that table and grabs a condom package. His fingers rip it open and he slips it over his 5 and ¾ inch cock.

“I’m so fucking hard.” he says.

He walks back to the bed and spreads her legs apart. On the edge of that bed. Her butt-cheeks stick into the air. He steps in between her legs and spits on his right palm. He rubs it around his cock.

His body leans over and he places his left-hand onto the bed. His right hand grips his cock and guides it toward her blonde pussy. His cock-tip spreads her lips apart and he slowly pushes inside. He places his right hand onto the bed and looks down at his crotch. He begins thrusting fast and hard.

She responds, “Unnh.! Unh.! Uh-Unnh.! Unh.!

He watches his brown crotch hitting her buttocks.

“Unh.! Unh.! Unnnh.! God.! Chris–tian.! God.!” she screams.

His mouth drops open as he keeps thrusting hard.

She says, “Unh.! God.! Unnh.!”

Christian stops and holds still. He explodes, “Uuuuuuuuuhh…! Uuuuuuhh…! Uuuuhh…!”

He pulls out his cock and staggers back onto his legs. He pulls off the condom and wobbles toward the bathroom.

Ava climbs up on the bed and rolls onto her back. Her tits flop over.

Christian yells from the bathroom, “I thought there was a big party here!”

She giggles, “There is. It’s just for you!”

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“Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahh. Yeah, ahhh!” came her tones of orgasm. Although she was loose, his pelvic point on her clitoris was driving this moment, and so he really pushed one home and she collapsed on to him uttering, “Oh, oho, oh, oh, yesss, oh.” Her pussy was clamped as tightly on him as he had yet felt it, and it ground him to a halt. It was so tight — griping and loosening within – that she squeezed out some of her copious lubrication. ‘How did she do that?’ he thought.

She lay still, and he lay still for several moments as her upper body seemed locked firm and she silently screamed out her big orgasm. During this her fingers curled and dug into the blankets, her arms and knees dug into his sides and the opening of her vagina dug into the base of his penis. It began to hurt, but it lasted only a moment. She pushed herself down as hard as she could again onto his length and finally squeezed out the “Squeak!” of her orgasm. Then she got up and without hesitation took his hand to lift him off the bed. She first took a couple of steps to the door then stopped, moved around him to grab both beer bottles by the necks. Again she led him by the hand and he stalled only to ask, “What about your roommate?”

“I told you she’s out of town.” She led him to the bathroom, and reached in to turn on the light. She handed him one beer and swigged hers and looked up at him through medium to long dark brown hair. “You’re going to blast me off like a rocket, Mr.!” she said firmly and eagerly. To which he only had time to smirk and swallow a swig of beer. Then he was led into the bathroom, “… a fucking rocket, man.”

She pushed his shoulder to show him where to kneel and on his way down she kissed him briefly. She pulled at his shirt as he got on his knees. “Okay,” he said, taking the cue to remove it. When he emerged he saw that she’d let her skirt finally fall, and she kicked it free. He tugged at her tube top and brought it down to her feet, too. When he came up he was face to face with her pubic hair and parted lips. She lowered her beer bottle so that the opening pressed her clitoris. When she rocked it there a couple of times it brought her a shivering hiss and she tipped it with her moisture toward him. He took a swig and reached over to place it on the floor next to his own. Then he turned back to her pussy and plunged his tongue between her lips to her clit. Again she hissed and then ran her fingers through his short hair. He pressed it there a few more times and brought a hand up to play with her wispy, but kempt hair. He leaned back t admire the soft fuzz and pleasant smell – ‘did she condition it?’ – and he saw two beads of her own fluid run down her thighs. She tugged his hair to move him back some and turned herself around. Briefly her ass was by his face, but she lowered herself over his lap. He had time to notice how full it was, but not wide, and how smooth as cream. She hovered over him and grasped his shaft. She moved her hand up and down a couple of times just a couple of times to make sure he was to full, and she saw that, yes, the excitement and little squeeze had gotten him a bit larger that his usual. Holding the closed toilet lid she lowered herself directly onto his penis. Her pussy kazak escort was now so slack that he could have sworn that he didn’t touch the sides, but he was thoroughly wetted. He began to move again, slowly and gently into her. When he’d slid in with a wet smack about 5 times she put a hand on his knee and lifted off slowly again.

“You Okay? Want a condom, now?” He asked.

“No, watch this.” She said in a light tone as she leaned back until her back was against his chest. He head met his shoulder and rested there. “This will do, you’re wet enough now.” He hand on his penis squeezed a little and it throbbed a bit bigger still. She pushed it back a little. Her free arm flexed overhead and draped down until her hand rested on the back of his neck. She rubbed the head of his cock between her smooth cheeks for a second and whispered, “OK, man, get ready to blast me off like a rocket.” She popped his engorged head in. “Oh, ssss, Okay. Let me get used to it a moment” He heard a slippery wet sliding and felt a new tightness on his shaft. “Okay, Okay, just a minute,” the sliding sound seemed to go on as she went quite slowly, but steadily onward. “Yes, uh huh,” she gasped as she floored out; her rear touched his lap and she could get no more in. He was still easily two inches out of her because of their position, but this was as far into her anus as she thought she should go. “Okay, man, here it is. Fuck me up here like I can’t be hurt, but… please don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll try. Are you sure?”

“Fuck it, yesss,” she kissed his jaw and whispered, “Blast off.”

To figure out what her was doing he used short slow jabs. There was a definite stopping point, a bend around which he didn’t want to push; It stimulated the head as it tapped. One of his hands held her steady by resting across her belly. Any paunch was tightened by her leaned back, back arched position. The hand she’d used to guide him in was now free to take his other hand and guide it to one ample bosom. Their hands stayed together as she squeezed his hand around the breast and then showed him how to roll, pinch and pull the nipple.

After about a dozen thrusts, maybe more, she stopped wincing. “Aw, Yes,” she whispered, slick sounds still accompanying the thrusts which he made slower, but longer – more exit, more enter. They alternated kisses on his jawline and her cheekbone getting faster until, as they met lips for one long kiss, she urgently said “OK, now go, fuck it, fuck me!” When their mouths joined again her squealing filled his cheeks. He began thrusting earnestly, and he felt every muscle in her body tighten. She broke the kiss to utter a series of short, open-mouthed, “Ahh, Ahh, Ah, Ah!” that grew to a higher and higher pitch. It did sound a little painful and yet…

“Are you …?”

“Yesss,” she said with a breathy burst.

‘She came during anal.’ He thought. He was a little surprised. This was his first time entering at the rear and there was much for him to feel his way through.

“Yess, yes, it’s good, go, go!” She urged and added her own up and down motion to match his. He still felt the tip of his penis bumping inside her and tried not to thrust past that, istanbul bayan escort but he wasn’t sure that her own motions didn’t force it. She wiggled with the approach of another orgasm and clamped a squealing kiss onto his mouth. This time she arched her back even more and “Eeee!” released the sound of her orgasm into his mouth. Without the kiss it surely would have been a scream. Her anus tightened so hard it hurt like it was cutting into his penis. He didn’t mind the moment of pain, and he felt his head swell with new engorgement. He banged hard at the top limit a couple of times to which she said “Yesss!”

Still worried about hurting her he kept a steady pace instead of a fast one. She had dropped her hands from him and then slumped forward to drape herself over the toilet lid. He almost stopped, but lifting and lowering just her ass she encouraged him. He kept contact with her breast, but his hand from her belly now held and squeezed her shoulder. She reached over to one beer bottle to bring to her lips and take a small drink. Maybe it was his concern about hurting her or the tightness, but he suddenly thought of of how long this was going on, he was sure he could last to give her another orgasm or more.

He again lengthened his strokes to bring his head to the edge of her sphincter. He quickened them, too, allowing his pelvis to tap the soft, smooth buttocks which rippled with each impact. He was sure there was just enough there to keep his thrusts to what he thought was a safe depth for her. As it felt he felt that she was getting more than his usual seven to eight inches; maybe now nine. Was he poling a full seven inches into her tight ass with over an inch to spare? He saw that this was all still quite clean as he watched the motion of sliding in and then dragging out a little bit of her anal skin with each stroke. Had she prepared for this with some kind of cleaning?

During this part of the ass fucking they just kept time and matched each other’s thrusts; they both had begun to “Coo,” a bit as her anal muscles had relaxed. She was doing something with her hands before her, but he couldn’t tell what it was at first. Her coos turned into a closed-mouthed on going “Mmmm,” which rose and fell a bit off of their pace. It became a bit a bit faster and peaked shrilly and suddenly as she came again. But he kept rhythm still as she shuddered with her orgasm. She moved again to match his speed and he realized she must have done something to spring that orgasm up. He thought of the beer bottle and her clitoris.

He lowered his hand from her shoulder and kept a steady squeeze on a nipple with the other one. His free hand crept to her clit slowly over her hip as he leaned forward onto her gently. As he got closer he felt her ass, from the inside, getting tighter, then looser, then tighter again. The pressure came from the front, from her vagina, as if something pushed inside. Sure enough his hand found her labia parted by the still cool glass. She had easily gotten the longneck in and was pushing the shoulder of the bottle against her clit and the opening trying to find room for this one more thing. Now he could hear the beer inside slosh a bit and felt down the sides azeri escort to find the bottle drenched. ‘Her flow just doesn’t stop,’ he mused. He was just too turned on by her being too turned on like this and he sped to bring this to an end.

His thrusts became shorter with speed. She began to gasp a little and then to say, “Uh, huh. Uh, huh.” With their thrusts. She became very tight very suddenly and took both of her hands to hold the toilet seat as she hissed at another quick orgasm. The pressure released quickly and, he heard a clink as the bottle dropped to the tile. It clinked again and again with their motion as the lip of the beer stayed just within the grip of her muscular, though wide vagina. No one could free it as her fingers splayed at the edge of the toilet seat and his hands had come to grasp her hips. He was going to drive to the end, and that bottle ticking against the floor was the final egging on he needed.

No more pacing; he began to thrust to complete this. For a second he did have to fight back an image of the foamy beer overflowing and gushing; first up into and then out of her.

“Yeah, yeah you want it … to … blast off…” She came one more time and clenched more on his cock. It definitely dragged his overexcited penis to the edge. Each stroke brought another pulsation – another throb – until the throbs became his rhythmic sign of cumming.

She counted them aloud, “Three, Two, One, Blastoff!” She cried as his first spurt shot deeply into her ass. His next fell on her soft ass cheek because she had turned quickly off of his dick. The next shot up her face cheek into her eye behind the glasses she still wore as she turned around. She got him into her mouth by the fourth pulse and she took his semen deep, all the way to the back of her throat. He shot four times directly down her throat stimulated by her swallowing each burst.

“Oh my God!” he heaved as she began suctioning and sliding up and down his shaft. Sometimes she took his head right up to the point of plugging her throat. He was struck almost motionless by her ministrations as she rode his cock with her mouth. So intense was her drinking suction that it kept him cumming into overtime. She siphoned more than he thought he had to give, and when she took him out of her mouth she showed him her tongue with a little well of cum on it. She giggled as she swallowed that last. She wiped her cheek and eyelid with one finger. After she licked her finger clean she returned to his dick. She tried to suck as far down as he’d had inside her anus while all he could do was sit back and thrill at the sensation.

“What, what was that?” He had to ask.

“Oh, baby, that ship is in outer space.” She winked and licked his length one more time.

“No, you put it in your mouth.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, this will clean up alright,” She said. “Oh man, I’ve wanted to do everything like that for so long, oh!” She turned, still on her knees, to reach for the sink. A wash cloth waited there, and she dampened it and rubbed it on his cock. Still sensitive, it sent waves of thrill through his body.

She gave him the cloth to finish cleaning himself and stepped out of the room. The beer bottle had come out when she turned around, and it lolled onto its side emptying onto a bathmat. From the doorway he could see her get another washcloth from a shelf. Then she raised one finger to say ‘back in a minute’. She stepped over things into her roommate’s room to use the master bath therein.

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“Yeah, right!” Felicia guffawed into the phone as she chatted with her best friend, Cassie. She placed the lasagna noodles in the pan for dinner that night. “There is no way he’s going to be interested now. We’ve been friends for over 2 years and he’s been broken up with Summer for more than seven months. What on God’s green earth makes you think Daniel is going to succumb to my advances now? Shit! It’s just a dinner!”

“Hell, you don’t have to get pissy with me, hon,” Cassie grumbled back. “I’m just saying that no man agrees to drive a hundred miles for dinner, and then asks to stay the night knowing you have only one bed…no man on God’s green earth does that by mistake. He wants a little dessert, too,” Cassie mimicked her.

“Sorry, I’m nervous,” Felicia apologized. “You know how long I’ve had my eye on Daniel. I’m tired of feeling like I’m throwing myself at him. The whole time I’ve known him, he’s been telling me I’m too much of a flirt. Pretty boy, or not, I’m past that stage now, and I sure as hell don’t want to set myself up for deflated expectations. Who knows if he’s even going to like this lasagna, let alone my lingerie.”

“Well, take it easy and have a good time. I’ll let you get back to finishing up dinner, goodbye,” Cassie answered, not wanting to provoke anymore nervousness on Felicia’s part. She didn’t always have profound words of wisdom to offer, and her advice was more often cliché than not, but Felicia knew Cassie would do anything for her and whenever she could help, she did.

It wasn’t entirely true that Felicia had given up hope on Daniel, and she knew it. Despite several attempts to skip the double entendres and the long, gazing grins, she had never been able to totally refrain from toying with Daniel. He was simply too intriguing. Felicia had always secretly thought Daniel was too attractive a catch for her, but she didn’t find him intriguing in a mysterious-stranger way. They’d been friends for quite some time, which was precisely the reason she was curious about him. How did he kiss? How did he taste? What went through his head all those times she had given him massages sans his shirt?

Daniel had never given her any reason to believe that he wasn’t sincere within the friendship or in his compliments. The few times he’d played along with the silly flirting had also seemed legit. Still, his hugs were always short, and he’d been stone-cold clear about just how much banter he was willing to take.

Last weekend in a phone conversation, though, Daniel had given Felicia every reason to think someone else had invaded his body, and that someone seemed almost as curious as Felicia.

“Would you like to come down for dinner Saturday night, hon?” Felicia tossed this off casually, as she often did.

“You know I’d love to, but I wouldn’t be able to make it down until late that evening, and I don’t want to have to drive back up here the same night.”

“Well I don’t mind taking the floor for an evening. I’ll let you take the daybed if you’ll share your company.” She chuckled.

Daniel’s retort blew Felicia away. “Well, I don’t mind sharing the bed too.”

Felicia let the words bounce around her head for a few seconds before breaking the silence with a sassy response. “Maybe you should reconsider that offer, Daniel. Are you sure you can trust me alone in bed with you all night?”

She thought to herself that Daniel was surely making an empty proposal. The mere thought of lying next to him inflamed her whole body.

“I’ll come down, and we can work out the sleeping arrangement when I get there,” Daniel answered, more timidly than Felicia expected.

Daniel was a man of few words, usually quiet. Never before in their friendship had he said anything that had affected her so greatly. She was no longer sure that this was an empty proposal. Was he insinuating that he didn’t want Felicia to come to bed with trustworthy hands? How exciting, and frightening all the same, it was for Felicia to think about adding a sensual component to their friendship.

“Okay, that sounds great,” Felicia chimed in, trying not to sound too baffled after her long thoughtful pause. “You bring the whipped cream, I’ll bring the strawberries for dessert,” she snickered nervously.

Knock! Knock!

Daniel was at her door before Felicia had time fix her hair or freshen up her face. It had never mattered much before. But tonight, though, she wanted to look the best she could without making it too terribly obvious how much work she’s put into the evening. She opened the door and invited him in.

“Hey hon, come on in. How was the…” Felicia’s voice staggered mid-sentence when she saw the two cans of whipped cream clutched in Daniel’s whatsapp escort hand.

“Oh fine, it was late enough that traffic wasn’t a problem. It’s still a long drive to come and visit you though,” Daniel hinted, fishing for some empathy.

Felicia took the whipped cream from Daniel and smirked. “What a romantic gesture, shall I put them in some water?”

“You got what you requested m’dear,” he retorted.

“And just how many strawberries did you intend on eating, Daniel? Did you have other uses in mind?

Daniel just smiled and asked, “Is that lasagna I smell in the oven?”

“Yeah, have a seat. It’s almost done. How was the drive?” Felicia repeated herself nervously.

“Traffic was nasty. I tell ya, the things I go through to spend time with you,” Daniel poked, anticipating a quick retort.

“Is it me or my cooking, Daniel?” Felicia yelled from the kitchen before she brought out two plates of lasagna, accompanied by tossed salad and garlic bread toasted to perfection.

Felicia and Daniel played a few more rounds of flirtatious bantering while they finished their food and watched a movie. She’d chosen a saucy foreign flick, which in turn made Felicia saucy as well. Daniel’s otherwise fidgety hands gave Felicia a thank-you massage through most of the movie. Felicia wondered if he was copying her own less-than-subtle moves. Usually, she was the one giving the massage.

Felicia leaned back to rest her head in Daniel’s lap and found the answer to her question greeting her in the back of the neck. She turned around slowly and flashed Daniel a long, knowing smile.

“Thanks for dinner,” Daniel said, a bit unstrung.

Felicia continued smirking and provoking him, “You’re cute when you’re nervous, Daniel.” His big brown eyes captured her attention a few seconds longer.

“What do you mean, nervous?” He eyed the room from corner to corner, unable to look Felicia in the eyes. Then rather unexpectedly, he leaned closer and pressed his lips to hers. Daniel took her grin as a little boy would step up to a playground dare.

Felicia responded in kind with her eyes wide open. She’d spent so much time anticipating Daniel’s first kiss that she hadn’t given much thought to how she might respond to it. Her insecurities pulled her away from his lips.

To avoid the awkwardness of the moment, Daniel offered to take Felicia out for a drink. By the time they’d been seated and had ordered, the two friends were back to their friendly flirtation. They joked and reminisced about how they’d met in that very same restaurant, just off the highway.

Felicia tried to turn up the heat a bit by working her straw slowly in and out of her mouth. It was an obvious womanly wile, a very cheap tactic. By the flush on Daniel’s face, it proved effective.

The ride home was quiet, as both had many questions on their mind. What exactly would the sleeping arrangements be that night? And who would make the next move after such an awkward kiss?

Once back at the apartment, Daniel laid down on the bed and turned on the TV. “Mind if I take a quick bath, hon?” Felicia questioned.

“Not at all. I’ll just catch a sitcom and let my food settle.” Daniel seemed relieved to have some time alone.

Felicia walked into the bathroom and left the door just a hair ajar. She hoped Daniel would realize that if he positioned himself just right, he could see the tub perfectly. Perhaps he’d even find the boldness enough to walk in. She filled the tub and stepped over the side. “Ouch!” Felicia yelped. The water was much warmer than she’d judged

“What are you doing in there? You okay?” Daniel laughed as he surfed the channels.

“Oh, I’m fine, just got the water too hot.” Felicia looked up and noticed that Daniel’s sight had found its way through the crack in the bathroom door. Both of them blushed and turned away. It took a few minutes for Felicia’s body to acclimate to the water, but then she was able to lay back and relax. This break from the constant thrill she’d been feeling all evening gave way to a deeper physical desire. She couldn’t resist fantasizing about Daniel joining her in the tub while she bathed herself. Her wandering hands lingered long over intimate spots, letting her slippery fingertips dash in and brush against her clit. She looked up again to make sure Daniel wasn’t peering in, then drew her fingers to her nipples. They felt mountainous between her thumb and index finger. Compared to most any other time she touched herself, they were totally out of proportion to the size of her breasts, and it spoke volumes about just how excited she was. She wondered how she would survive the night if istanbul escort bayan Daniel didn’t take an interest. It wasn’t the hot water that seared her skin, but the thought of lying next to her long-time friend that sent her libido through the roof.

Realizing she’d been relaxing in the bath longer than she meant to, Felicia pulled the plug. Still deeply entranced in an anticipated fantasy, she watched the water drain. Nervously, she toweled herself off and wriggled into the red and black camisole set she’d hung up well in advance, in full view. While Daniel may have just been calling her bluff about sharing more than dinner and a movie that night, Felicia purposed to ensure that he would sorely want everything he’d alluded to.

Next, she danced a coquettish jig out from behind the bathroom door. She gave Daniel just enough time to take in a glimpse of her new outfit before turning out the light and sliding into bed. It was a difficult feat to give each other adequate personal space in a rickety day bed. Felicia was extraordinarily tall for a woman, and Daniel was well over six feet. Finally Felicia just threw her arm over Daniel and snuggled up behind him.

“Mmmmm,” he sighed happily, just like the times when she gave him a long oiled massage.

“You comfy, hon?” Felicia questioned him.

“Oh yes, and thanks for dinner Felicia. It was really good.” Daniel tiredly answered her, making obviously fidgety small talk.

“You’re welcome, and it was my pleasure, Daniel,” Felicia answered assuredly. She positively did enjoy cooking for him, and the compliments were an added bonus. Felicia began rubbing Daniel’s temples to give her own anxious hands something to do.

It was comfortable and yet scintillating to touch Daniel while in her familiar apartment. She could look in any direction and see shadows of picture-framed memories of times they’d shared together.

Before long, Daniel had been seduced to sleep by Felicia’s gentle touch. Dammit, she thought to herself. Not only was it well before her bedtime, but she had no chance of getting up without waking Daniel. Granted, it wasn’t too unfortunate a position to be in, snuggled up next to a man with such a beautiful body. Hours passed by, listening to the ticking of her old-fashioned alarm clock, the low hum of the refrigerator, and her apartment manager upstairs in his kitchen, rummaging for a late-night snack.

Every second as she watched him sleep, Felicia fought the urge to do more than run her fingers through Daniel’s hair. She wanted to feel every inch of his body, not just his neck and shoulders, though she’d memorized them well. She found herself bemused by the silly way his lashes moved when his eyes twitched.

The intensity was finally too much, and Felicia mindlessly stroked Daniel’s stomach, her fingers brushing up against the tip of his rock solid penis. Taking the chance that he might be somewhat wakeful, she ran her fingers lightly down the length of his shaft, and cupped him beneath with a feather-light touch. Many times she’d pictured this as she’d massaged his neck and shoulders. With her hand still gently in place, she squeezed again, stirring Daniel a little.

“You’re not asleep, are you?” Felicia whispered.

Daniel shifted and turned his entire body to face Felicia, his fully erect cock steadfastly positioned against her thigh. Felicia couldn’t help but whimper. It was such an exciting relief to finally have awakened him.

“How much sleep did you expect me to get when you kept running your soft hands up and down my body?” Daniel’s familiar voice interrupted Felicia’s fantasy.

“I’m sorry…I…I…” Daniel stifled Felicia’s stammer with another anxious kiss, more fevered than the first one. This time Felicia didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her arms back around Daniel and instinctively pressed her nails firmly into his firm back. For two long years she’d waited for that kiss, and finally it felt right for both of them.

Felicia continued stroking Daniel’s cock. She memorized every ridge and vein, just as she’d memorized the curves of his shoulders. Her grasp matched his every thrust. Several times she thought he was close enough to cum, but he held off. After half an hour had passed, Felicia stopped and whispered in Daniel’s ear.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like, hon. I don’t mind a little direction. Is there something you want that I’m not doing?” On one hand, Felicia didn’t want to press Daniel’s boundaries. On the other hand, reason told her that any red-blooded man with his turgid cock in her hand was most likely desiring more than a hand job. Still, Daniel had scolded Felicia for her flirting one too many özbek escort times for her to feel comfortable in being more forward.

“I just don’t want to dirty your sheets. I know you just washed them.” Daniel gasped with a bashful look.

“Well, I see a couple of remedies for that concern.” Felicia quickly extinguished her own fears, as well as a chuckle fighting for escape. She gazed up at Daniel with an assured smile. “I could grab a towel…” Felicia grinned wider. “…or we could take a more effective route.”

For a few moments Daniel looked puzzled as he looked back down at his familiar friend who’d turned into a turned wanton siren. Felicia crouched between Daniel’s legs and firmly pursed her lips against the tip of his cock, just as other tight portals of her body might do. Daniel was no thicker than most men she’d seen, but definitely longer than any other. Slowly she drew him into her mouth, taking him as far back as he would go. He was in so deep she couldn’t taste the pre-cum dripping down the back of her throat. Instinctively she swallowed and Daniel moaned in agreement.

Felicia too began rocking her dampened chasm against Daniel’s knee with enough pressure that it twitched with each motion. Her silky red panties were sullied with desire. Willfully, Felicia slid her lips up and down Daniel’s tall member. For a few moments, she couldn’t resist rubbing him against her soft cheek, looking back up to his face again for reassurance that he was comfortable with the situation.

At last, Felicia pressed herself down again, expecting to grind against Daniel’s slick knee. Instead her swelled lips were met with his agile fingers. With ease, Daniel found Felicia’s swollen clitoris and made her jump at the initial touch. The surprise gave way to a rapacious desire, shocking every fiber of Felicia’s being with a bawdy lightning bolt.

She again wrapped her lips around Daniel’s penis. This time he thrust back, taking from her the pleasure he’d been too shy to ask for all along. He touched her with a determination she’d been craving for years. The moment Felicia came to that realization, she discharged a primal scream so wild the natives of the African jungles might have heard.

The intensity also moved Daniel so much that he couldn’t wait for her to go back down on him. He came all over Felicia’s smiling face, and unashamedly so.

The following moments were completely silent. They both just lay still, holding each other, both of them wrapped in a rhapsodic feeling of release. Finally, Felicia found the slumber she was looking for.

* * * * *

She awoke the next day to the sound of Daniel rustling the wrinkles out of his clothes. “Goodmorning, Gorgeous, Nice hairdo!” She giggled as he tried to comb down the waves on top of his head.

“Yeah, it looks like you go to the same stylist,” Daniel laughed and pointed back.

“Would you like me to make you some breakfast, hon? Felicia asked

“Nah, you already made me dinner. I’ve got lunch plans and a long drive ahead of me today, too, but thanks for asking.” Daniel glanced around to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything and opened his arms up for a goodbye hug.

She got out of bed to meet his embrace at the door. It was a short hug, but considerably longer than most they’d shared. Felicia stood there smiling expectantly, hoping for a kiss before Daniel darted out the door. It seemed appropriate after the night.

“I hope there’s nobody in the hallway when I leave.”

“Why? None of my neighbors know you. What do you have to be ashamed about, anyway?” Felicia questioned

“Nothing to be ashamed of, I suppose. You were pretty loud last night, though. I know you’ve told me before that you were noisy, but I never expected you to…” Daniel stopped mid-sentence and smirked.

Felicia blushed profusely. “I wasn’t that loud, was I?”

“Why don’t we ask those neighbors you’re always complaining about? You’ve told me time and time again that these walls are thinner than paper.”

“I have no trouble throwing a little karma their way. Let’s just hope my manager doesn’t question you on the way out.”

Daniel ended the conversation with a quick peck on the lips. “Bye hon, I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya!” Felicia waved as Daniel sprinted down the hall. She knew he was nervous, but she was feeling a little ungrounded herself. Still, Felicia knew the feeling would pass. She didn’t understand why, but somehow she felt that the previous night would be the only intense one she’d share with Daniel, and she was settled with it.

She walked into the kitchen and pulled open the refrigerator door to find a bite to eat. There she found two tall cans of whipped cream and the strawberries she’d prepared the afternoon before. She helped herself to a large helping of both and dreamily reviewed what she had just experienced with Daniel. She was glad they hadn’t needed to pull out the props. It was a memory shared between two friends that needed no extra frills.

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Ana’s Sin – Chapter 6

Hoover Dame

by Diego Royo – Copyright 2018

Between the two men, Buck and Tom, Ana went in and out of sleep. A warm desert breeze gently moved the curtains. The desert moon illuminated their naked skin.

Buck had a huge mirror over his bed that she stared up into, wondering how her once chaste and Catholic life had changed. Her milk chocolate thin body sandwiched between two large, muscular, fat gringos, one a complete stranger.

Too hot for sheets, they were all uncovered, and the sweet-sour smell of sweat and sex locked into pillows and bedsheets. Her pussy and ass were sore, aching from the pounding both holes had been getting at the same time every other night.

A week had slipped by, wearing no clothes in Buck’s strange desert house on a hill. Smoking pot, sex, food, more sex, and watching Netflix had become her unemployed life.

She turned on her side to face Tom and stare at him while he slept. Scruffy, tanned in some places, pale in others, he reminded her of Spanish conquistadors, or the Vandals of ancient times who had stormed the Roman cities of North Africa.

“Mi vandalo,” she whispered.

Buck spooned her, and surprised her thoughts with a stiff cock seeking her still cum-filled pussy. She reached between her legs and guided it in, hissing as her sore pussy was stretched by the large white cock.

She could not help but grunt and groan as he worked it, one hand finding her tits and grabbing them as he pounded. Quick, brutal, powerful thrusts of desire to fuck.

Then more cum exploded into her. She was too sore to orgasm with him, yet still loved how it felt. The hard flesh sliding in and out of her, then the hot fluids filling her.

He rolled on his back to sleep some more. But the commotion had woken Tom. He pushed her to her back and slipped his partially erect cock between her legs. He reached down and guided it into her freshly jizzed pussy, and gasped and grunted loudly as it plowed all the way into her without mercy.

Short and brutal, but this time an orgasm left her spread legs shaking in the air, long before he was done pounding and grinding into her. She endured, took it like a champ, and then felt more cum fill her.

Then Tom rolled on on back, fast asleep, balls drained, leaving her on her back, legs spread, and cum pouring out of her.

—

Seeing no sign anyone was waking, Ana showered, dried, and walked naked to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

She just loved not wearing clothes, feeling naughty-sexy as she thought of it. Then she gasped seeing a stranger that was her age in the kitchen staring at her with half a grin and bulging jeans.

She dropped her cup of coffee, so startled was she.

“Now that’s a damn shame, spilling good coffee.”

Cowboy hat, button shirt, jeans, and boots. And a rather large gun along with a badge.

“Pinche cabron, who are you? A cop?”

“I’m Tuco, and a US Border Patrol. Como estas, senorita?”

“Mmphf,” she replied. “Well clean up your mess, pendejo, I’m not the maid.”

He tilted his hat and nodded, then did just that while she got a second cup of coffee.

“Could I have a cup, ma’am?”

She poured him a cup and brought it over, his eyes lingering her her tits. His bulge looked painful. She leaned against the counter and sipped while he sat at a bar stool and sipped as well.

“You legal?” He asked.

“I’m in my late twenties.”

He winked. “You know what I mean.”

“Tenth generation Spaniard. Are you legal? Anglos were often pirates.”

“What, no Mexican blood?”

“None, gringo. Apache, Navajo, and Spanish. Not Aztec.”

“Ah. Well, let’s get this done.”

Get what done she wondered. But the she knew. Tom was still pimping her out.

“I have to finish cooking this…”

“Oh keep cooking. I won’t be long with an ass like that.”

Tuco took out his pale gringo cock from his pants and got behind her. Seeing olive oil, he grabbed the bottle and poured some on his palm, then got his cock slick with it.

Ana wanted to shout at him that she wasn’t a piece of meat to be used at will. But her body was betraying her as usual. Her anal muscles twitched with desire. She wanted to be a piece of meat and used.

“You just keep cooking my breakfast while I take my liberties.”

And felt his cock rub her anus, then press into it. She hissed as it slid in, groaned as it went deep. Tuco was shorter than he looked by stature of attitude, so she had to spread her legs a little as she bent over the range, her tits getting bacon grease splatter.

As he fucked her ass she rearranged the iron skillets to keep cooking. Once his length was deep up into her she could straight more and drink coffee while working.

Tuco sipped his coffee while his hips moved and his cock slipped back and forth inside her rectum.

“Good coffee, good ass, and good food. This is all a man needs from a good wife. Hardy pimps out the best whores.”

He worked it slowly for awhile, and she kept cooking, amazed eve gelen escort at how fucking good it felt. Cock in her guts, a dull ache sometimes, that feeling of total violation. How slutty she felt not even trying to stop yet another stranger from fucking her.

He put his coffee down, then grabbed her waist with both hands, pulling her away from the range. She held onto the edge of the counter as he started pounding into her hard, grunting with the effort.

“Chinga,” she breathed, feeling his hardness slide in and out of her rectum, slipping in and out of her colon slightly she guessed.

He reached around to finger her pussy, hands on her pubic bone, and played with her clit. This was all it took to drive her over the top, and come hard.

As she was moaning with orgasm, he exploded into her ass, grunted with climax and reward of effort.

“Ah, that felt good,” he breathed, standing behind her, his cock slow to soften. She squeezed it out along with some of his cum. Sperm sliding down her thigh, she felt gross now.

“Now I need the bathroom. You cook until I return, cabron,” she said.

She could not face him. She didn’t want him to know how much she enjoyed being used.

“Si, senorita.”

He stayed for breakfast and watched her eat naked on a stool when she returned to finish cooking after a quick shower. Tom came out if the bedroom and greeted the stranger.

“Tuco, you son-of-a-whore-I-pimped, how are you?”

“Bueno, amigo. You were right, she is a looker. Pliable and willing, too.”

Tuco them handed over money for having used her. He winked at her as he handed it over.

“Until next time, senorita.”

“Get ready to go, Ana. We’re riding out after breakfast.”

—

Tom made her wear a white frilly skirt with no panties, and a white band for a bra that was just transparent enough to see her areolas. And with them, brown wedge high-heels. It was the worst possible thing to wear riding on a motorcycle. One bad mishap and she was going to lose a lot of skin.

Kingman had been hot, and going north towards Hoover Dam had been even hotter, so she accepted the risk and trusted in Tom Hardy not to skin her alive. He, on the other hand, wore leathers and suffered for it.

Having become accustomed to riding together with her in front, and his cock deep in her, secretly connected beneath her skirt, they took off. This time it was her pussy he filled, not her ass. Her ass had been overused and needed to heal, and that was that. She hissed everytime she sat down.

Tom’s cock was so large that even soft it stayed deep inside her. It would swell and harden after an hour or so, then she would move her hips and fuck while they rode, and make him cum in her. Then it would lie dormant for awhile, but ever present, swelling occasionally when they hit a bump or the road was rough enough to stimulate him. The cum drying around her inner thighs and getting sticky was annoying, but oh well.

It was wonderful. Ana had never heard of anyone doing this before. Of course it was messy. She had to keep a washrag to soak up the cum. He stopped at a gas station and told her to clean up.

She did so in the bathroom, using soap and water to wash her pussy and another wash rag to dry up. Freshened up, they headed to Hoover Dam, but riding behind him this time. If her skirt flapping up enough for her bare ass to show, she wouldn’t know.

They exited off the main highway to see the dam. Tom took her to see a bridge they had just crossed first. It was very high over the gorge below where the dam lay, which they had not been able to see while driving over the bridge. A spectacular view! She found herself as excited as a child seeing it all for the first time.

“The dam is nearly a hundred years old. This bridge is new. The old highway went over the dam itself. But since 9-11 they have wanted to bypass it.”

He took pictures of her, and then selfies of them both. He was behaving strangely like a boyfriend to her, and she liked it. She had never had a real boyfriend. Although a boyfriend that pimped her out to his friends seemed way too kinky.

When no one was looking, and he snapped more pictures, she was sure to lift her skirt and show her shaved pussy beneath, or pull back a strap to show a nipple.

Then they rode down to the dam itself. The heat was incredible. She had never felt this hot before. Tom kept having her drink water. She felt herself sweat, but it dried so quickly it did not linger. The hot desert air on her vagina beneath her skirt felt interesting and arousing.

“Record highs today. It’s so hot hardly anyone is here to see the dam. Usually it’s really crowded with tourists, more so on the holidays during the winter months.”

They took a lot of pictures, naughty and nice alike. She took some of him, too, but he didn’t seem to care for it and looked sour.

“Sourpus!”

Then he showed her a giant concrete hole that went into darkness. “What is that?”

“A spillway. When I was a kid, and istanbul eskort bayan not that long ago, it was always flowing. I’ve never seen the water to low. This all holds Lake Mead.”

“That hole reminds me of how my ass feels.”

Then they took the tour, where Tom complained about the outrageous charge for it. $200 for the both of them in total, good grief!

“Behave yourself. There are cameras everywhere,” he warned. “This would be a major target for terrorists, so it’s heavily guarded.”

So she behaved herself, and enjoyed the tour. The passageways through the dam, tunnel after tunnel. The great turbines the water turned to generate power. It was all amazing and exciting. Why hadn’t she heard of this before? What other wonders were out there in the country?

Hours later she was famished and Tom treated her to food at the cafe. She had to be careful to keep her legs closed to hide pantyless cunt. She noticed one of the security guards holding an AR-15 machine gun watching her.

He had seen her pussy and smiled, then moved on. She blushed with shame and turned away.

—

They ate at the cafe later in the afternoon, and then they rode out one more, going back the way they had come. But only a few minutes later they exited the highway to what appeared to be a parking space in the middle of nowhere but barren mountains. No other cars parked.

A canyon or gorge was below, and she saw there was a hiking trail. “Oh, are we going hiking?”

“We are. There is a hot spring and other springs to explore. It’s going to be hotter than hell.”

He stripped down to shorts and a t-shirt, then got out two backpacks from saddlebag. “I packed everything you need. Here are hiking sandals.”

“Those would have been better for the tour of the dam. But you wanted me in heels, huh?”

“Why not? You make me feel young again. I liked taking pics of you.”

With her hiking sandals and a backpack with whatever Tom put into it, they set off down the trail. She was more excited than ever to explore this new place. But also getting horny again.

They hiked through a narrow gorge, sometimes only a couple of feet wide, and it seemed to go on and on.

It was too hot by far. Even though they were mostly in the shade, it was just too hot. She took her top off and let her tits loose to cool off. Then let her skirt drop, and stuffed then both in her backpack.

She drank deeply of the cool water in her pack, squatting naked and mischievous for once in her life.

Tom stared at her, lust in his eyes. But also surprise.

“There was no one at the parking lot. Where alone, aren’t we?”

“Until we get to the river, yes.”

He went to her, grabbed her, turned her around and bent her over, face near a sheer cliff. Without a word he slipped his hard cock into her pussy, stretching it out and reminding her once more how much of a monster he was.

She grunted and took it, his big hands fondling her tits and grabbing her hair. He bent her into an L, both her legs straight and she on her tippy-toes for her pussy to be level with his cock.

So much cock, veiny and rough, sliding back and forth into her tight pussy. Her eyes rolled back, her tits jiggled and her ass slapped his thigh.

Ana reached between her closed legs and grabbed his huge balls, rubbing them and lifting then up. So heavy and hairy, full of that manly elixir.

“Harder cabron! Fuck me harder!”

Ana groaned and grunted as he pounded her even harder, grabbing her waist now painfully. God how his cock filled her pussy.

With a grunt he came, his body shuddering and his cock expanding to its max.

She screamed as hot sperm exploded into her, and semen squeezed out around the wall of her vagina and down her inner thighs. Such a feeling, so much pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as the orgasm reduced her to jelly.

When he pulled out, she fell to her knees and let his cum pour out into the gravel and sand of the ground. Her vaginal muscles ached from the assault, but she loved it. When she stood up on wobbly feet, more cum oozed out and slid down her legs.

But the dry heat was far more intense than she realized. As they continued hiking down the canyon arroyo, the semen had dried completely on her skin.

Despite the sun going down, the heat was beginning to take its toll.

“Keep drinking water, mijita. This is the real desert. Nothing like New Mexico.”

They arrived to a wash, the canyon walls spreading out before the Colorado River. Seeing the blue water made her want to dive into it. No people yet, why not?

She went to the edge and stopped. She could tell at once it was too dangerous to dive in. The currents and whirlpools were ominous. She sat on a ledge and put her sandals. Cold! Far colder than she had expected! She took her sandals off and dangled her bare feet.

Tom came up behind her and looked around. A boat began passing by, and Ana realized she was nude and covered her tits.

Men on board hooted at seeing her. “Aw, don’t cover rezidans escort them up! Show them off, senorita!”

She blushed fiercely.

“Hey, you guys have money?” Tom shouted out. “I’m pimping her.”

Ana gave him a sharp glance, furious he would offer her to complete strangers. Yet her pussy quivered with the idea.

They hooted even more and turned their little boat to come closer. “No money, but we’ll trade for her!”

She wasn’t too concerned as there was no place to get to shore easily.

Then Tom lifted her up, pulled her backpack off, them threw her into the river. It happened so fast her mind had no time to react until she was airborne.

“Pinche pendejo…”

Splash!

Her body froze from the impact with winter’s soul embodied in the river. The snowmelt of countless mountains concentrated into strands of liquid ice over the earth.

Spluttering and doggy-peddling, she struggled to stay up. But her body was shutting down and becoming numb.

Ana could not even feel the rough hands of men pull her on the boat. The sun went behind a cliff, bathing the canyon in red. Her body shivered violently.

Hovering over her with an intrigued grin was a gringa. Brown hair and green eyes, pretty, but not beautiful. Thick lips that parted.

“What is this?” she said with an Australian accent. “What has Hardy brought us to eat? She is mine, boys!”

She lifted Ana by the torso with manlike strength, and began to eat her out. Ana was shocked. Shivering and numb, her pussy was now being lapped and licked, her clit suckled and rubbed, and fingers explored her pussy.

“Mm, you taste Hardy, little aborigine. Yum.”

The men on the boat hooted. “Fresh meat!”

—

Back on land, their boat secure, they all disembarked. Ana hugged herself and wanted to put clothes on, still shivering despite the hundred and thirty degree temperature.

“I’m Brenda,” the woman said. “Nice to taste you.”

The gringa stood tall, proud, and naked. A physique of physical strength, long legs, a nice round ass, and enormous tits with big nipples. Her shaved pussy had a large clit. Ana was reminded of Brienne of Tarth from Games of Thrones. And Brenda’s numerous scars were testament to her being a warrior.

Next to her a slender, pale, wiry muscular Asian with cropped black hair, small perky tits, a small but round ass, and black pubic hair. As naked as Ana but for combat boots, they both had scars on otherwise awesome figures. A giantess and a fairy.

“I’m Lucy Lu.”

Ana made a face, thinking of Kill Bill and the pretty actress. Same body and features.

“Not that Lucy Liu, with an I. I’m named for Mother Lu, ancient warrior, pirate, and revolutionary who set out to overthrow China’s first commie bastard, Wang Mang.”

Brenda rolled her eyes. “Oy, the historian. Shut up, Lucy.”

“Fuck you, Bren,” Lucy said cheerfully in her thick Chinese accent.

They all began hiking, the ladies and men now buck naked as dusk fell. Swinging cocks and bouncing tits. Tom was right behind her, grinning.

“Welcome to the club, chica. We come out here once a year to party. It’s too strenuous a hike for most people, so we get our privacy. And for those that do make it, well, our tats and fucking in the open usually scare them away.”

Another black woman arrived and greeted many of the men, and had an accent Ana could not recognize.

“Naked already, eh? Bren, Lu, how you girls been? Tom Hardy, motherfucker! Dorne, it’s always good to you see, brother. Lassiter, I see you have a new tat. And who is this new girl? I am Gudit.”

“Hi Gudit, I’m Ana. I’m new here.”

Gudit stripped out of her clothes to join their hike, having come down a different canyon to meet them. She hadn’t been wearing more than a t-shirt and shorts anyway. Another strong, tattooed, warrior woman. She had a scar down her face, and yet it did not diminish her African beauty. Totally shaved pussy, large breasts, and a smooth stomach with scars from bullets and knife wounds.

“Unblooded, yes? Are you here to bucket or train?”

“What?”

Tom smirked. “She’s a bucket.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you like being a receptacle for men. These ladies are trained killers, but they were once whores, too.”

Ana was stunned.

“Gudit was gangraped by a whole tribe as a teenager. When my unit came across her battered body, we took her in. Her first words in English were, ‘train me to fight.'”

Gudit smiled when Ana looked back at her. “Now, I enjoy sex more than most women. I took what they tried to steal from me, and made it a weapon.”

Tom Hardy smiled. “She almost killed Mugabe. But many worse potential dictators have been silenced thanks to her. One of my best students.”

Ana was truly beginning to wonder what kind of associates she had landed with.

Then made their way along the river, along cliffs, over boulders, up narrow stairs, and up ladders. That she could fall to her death scared the hell out of her, and she found herself muttering prayers in Spanish. Her new comrades helped.

“And what if I do want to train, instead of be a bucket?” the words popping from her head before she could put them back.

“I have been training you. I knew you would not be content to satisfy your lusts as a whore. Eventually you’ll want more.”

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I didn’t have long to wait before being shown into Professor Larnham’s office. The waiting time had been enough to increase my uncertainty. I wasn’t a fully fledged psychologist and had really only taken a couple of years of an Open University course before I realised that I probably wasn’t in that league. In spite of that, my experience with the opposite sex had led me into certain avenues of exploration.

I liked women, although I had always doubted whether there could be one that could hold my attention for a lifetime.

Now I was here, armed with my notes, entering the office of one of the leading sexologists in the country. How I’d ever been able to persuade him to meet me, I don’t know. Maybe he thought I was a suitable case for treatment. And maybe he was right!

Professor Larnham was a tall, very thin man, with a lean, lined face and piercing green eyes, aged mid-fifties, I would have guessed. His office was large with long windows, but apart from the desk there was only a black leather sofa, a large filing cabinet, and three chairs.

“Good morning, Mr Siter. How can I help you?” His voice was deep, and I felt as those green eyes were probing into my brain as we shook hands.

I drew a breath, and told him of the personal studies I had been doing. His face instantly fell and had an expression that said, “Not another one?”

“What kind of study?” he asked with a tone of weariness, glancing at his watch.

Tentatively, I held up my notebook, “I have some findings listed here.”

His head nodded irritably, “Go on.”

“In all cases I’ve used the findings from ten different ladies” I started.

“Hardly a definitive sample,” he observed, and waving his hand in the air added, “Well, get on with it. I won’t stop you unless I have to.”

I opened my notebook and began, “This has been going for about two years now. In the first instance I was interested in how a woman reacted to being totally naked in front of a man who was fully or partially dressed. It took some practice to find the best way of gaining that situation. But the final results indicated that three quickly covered themselves with arms across the breasts and hand over the –er-pubes”

Don’t know why I hesitated at that indication, and a quick glance at the professor revealed a deep scowl. I went on, “Two dived for the cover of a bed sheet, two stood awkwardly while looking to me to know when I was going to strip off, two flung themselves wantonly on the bed, while the other one posed elegantly on the edge of the bed. Turned out she had been an artist’s model.”

The professor held up a hand, “Where did these events take place?”

“Seven of them in my flat, two in their place and one in a hotel room.”

“It would be helpful if you qualified which of the reactions occurred in which location,” the professor stated flatly.

I nodded and told him, “The two more eager ladies were in their own flat, and the model was in the hotel room.”

Professor Larnham shrugged, “Nothing too surprising there then. And you do realise these results would differ greatly if the ladies were in front of a stranger. Anyway, go on.”

I drew a deep breath before going on to my next topic, “In this case nine were in my flat, and one was in a hotel room. And this part was most difficult because I was studying their reaction to a naked man being close up—but with a flaccid penis.”

I wasn’t sure but I thought I heard the professor groan. I had difficulty with this particular part of my research because remaining flaccid with a naked lady is quite a tall order, but remaining flaccid was not always essential. Initial reactions were more important.

“I had no problem in getting them to look at me, and they all eyed my member. It was when I asked them to touch that I got different results. Four said they could never touch a flaccid penis, although later while they were still aroused after orgasm, two of them were kissing it although it was flaccid once more. Two stroked it rather unwillingly, another two took it firmly in hand and flexed it until it was erect. Another pair stroked, and them ran their tongues along it. One actually took the limp member in her mouth and looked up at my face as I swelled on her tongue. Intriguing, that one.”

Professor Larnham’s green eyes were staring at me now, “You’ve been a very active young man,” he commented. “Continue.”

Encouraged, I went on, “Next it was reaction to an erect penis, and like the earlier trial, three said they needed to be somewhat aroused before they took a man in hand. Yet of the others, three were keen to stroke, squeeze, firmly jerk it, and mouth it as their passion rose, two had their mouths and tongues licking and kissing it, moving it up and squeezing it between their breasts, and two had it, almost eagerly, straight into their mouths.”

Professor Larnham’s head was nodding and he wore a strange smile, as he said, “You seem adept at choosing your samples. Were both of these tests the same gecelik escort sample.”

“Oh, no–they were entirely different.”

The narrow face creased in a half smile, “A very confident young man, aren’t you? Is there much else?”

I told him of a section on which parts of their body they preferred initial touching, and how that changed as foreplay advanced, there was a section on foreplay in general, something on position and domination. Quite a range of areas still to cover.

“What work do you do, Mr Siter” He smiled, “Apart from teasing ladies?” I told him I was in an audit office where I worked as deputy chief accountant. I added that there were a number of nubile women working in the general office, always visible through the windows of my personal office. but that I was always careful to avoid any close contacts with them.

The professor sat silently for a few minutes, as though deep in thought. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable. At last, he said, “I admire your efforts, Mr Siter. All willing ladies, I note.” The green eyes regarded me coolly. “Would your scheme work with less willing ladies?”

“It would be difficult,” I admitted.

“Maybe impossible. Unless you’re a Don Juan. And few of us are that, Mr Siter. Agree?”

Uncertain at where this was going, I agreed, and he went on, ” “What would you say was the most important part of the body in sexual congress?”

No more confident, I cautiously replied, ” Genitalia?”

The professor looked dubious, and his hand came up to tap the side of his head. “Up here, Mr Siter. The brain governs everything else. How we move, how we think, how we feel. Why not how we govern the divine experience?”

He opened a drawer to his right and took out what at first looked like a complex of wires, but when he spread it out on the table I saw a small black box, not much bigger than a match box, with a power lead on one end and a USB lead on the other. Rather like a miniature external hard drive. A separate piece looked like a pair of earphones, on a lead that had a small T-shaped plug

“Fascinated?” Professor Larnham queried, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “This is where I would appreciate your assistance. It’s what I call Zed-box. No real reason for the name, but I’d like you to test it for me.”

“Why me?” I asked

“Because it will need someone who can at least attract the ladies.”

I noticed how the professor only ever referred to ‘ladies’ and rarely, if ever, to ‘women’. So we weren’t that different.

He patted the pieces lying on his desk, “This is something which I trust will prove that it is the brain that controls the emotions, the libido. That–” he said, indicating the black box,”–plugs into the mains and the standard USB goes into your computer. You do have a good quality computer?”

“A laptop, but high megabyte.”

“Good. You’ll need it. I think you’ll find that this,” and he held up the plug fitted to the earphones, ” will fit into one of the exit plugs on your machine.”

He went on to explain and demonstrate that they were not actually earphones, but fitted just behind the ears, held in position because of the flexible band between them. They were meant to grip around the back of the head.

He pushed the equipment across the desk towards me. I picked up the piece that had looked like earphones and saw that the ends were some kind of aluminium metal.

“Don’t think this is going to be an easy task, Mr Siter. I have to put certain restrictions in your way.”

“Restrictions?”

He nodded, “First, as far as possible the ladies must be unwilling to succumb to your charms. Must have made clear that they’ll come back for coffee, but nothing else. The test is useless with a willing partner. That’s it’s whole point, to break down barriers.”

“I see,” I said, without being totally clear about the whole thing. “But how do I get them to put on this unknown contraption.”

Professor Larnham gave another rather whimsical smile as he said, “Again that is going to depend on your skill with the ladies. What subterfuge you use is entirely up to you. Oh, and as little alcohol as possible should be involved.”

He produced a small cardboard box into which he placed the contraption, before handing it over. “You should get some pleasure out of this testing. I’ll give you a few weeks and then you can let me know how it has gone.”

As I moved to the door, Professor Larnham called, “Oh, and Mr Siter, should you get curious before you have your first lady, try it out on yourself. You may be surprised.”

So, it seemed I was set for a most interesting period of experimentation involving the female sex, and my first problem was going to be finding the ladies who would declare themselves unavailable sexually, but who would be willing to come back to my flat for coffee.

I was a working man by day, so I could see I would have to haunt my favourite clubs and bars istanbul eskort more frequently. I already knew that in the past I had encountered quite a few friendly but unwilling ladies. So maybe I would be lucky in my hunt.

It took me over a week to find my first candidate (or ‘handy date’, if I want to be facetious). But before that happened, my curiosity had got the better of me, and, one night I had connected the professor’s little black box to my laptop, plugged it into the wall socket. For a moment or two I sat on the sofa, holding the earphone section in my hands, before reaching up and sliding it round the back of my head, so that the each cap was behind each ear

Apart from the grip of the plugs there was no immediate effect. No buzzing, pulsing, or any sensation at all. After about five minutes, I was beginning to hope that it would evoke a better reaction for a woman. But then, about ten minutes in, there came a rising warmth in my groin, and I found myself thinking about high points in my sessions with various women; the smooth roundness of a warm breast, the incredible sensation of my fingers along an inside thigh, the joy of my tongue lapping an eager clitoris.

Suddenly I found I had a massive erection bulging my pants. The longing to have a woman in my arms, vibrant and responsive, was overwhelming. Quickly I pulled the points from behind my ears, but the urges remained. God, I was longing for Angela’s moistness, for Janet’s lips on my body, Raquel’s tongue teasing around my cock, all of it. My need was so intense I was on the verge of heading for the bathroom to relieve the pounding of my erection. I hadn’t needed that kind of relief for so long. But I resisted, and in about half an hour the pressure eased, and I was left realising what powerful technology I had at my disposal.

So, to that first candidate. I was in one of the more high class night clubs where I had always sensed that women went to find a rich husband. Well, I was no way near that specification –yet. There were a few women who appeared to be together and only the occasional solo. At last I noticed a dark haired, trim-waisted lady, seated alone at the bar. To her left was another young woman who was in deep conversation with a man on her left, but to her right was an empty seat. I walked casually to it.

“Is anyone sitting here?” I asked quietly.

A pair of dark eyes looked at me openly, and her head shook, “Not as far as I know.”

I sat, ordered a whiskey Mack and turned as though viewing the room. The lady was wearing a dark blue dress that zipped up the back, and showed a fair amount of cleavage. She had high cheek bones and she really was a good looking lady. I almost smiled to think I needed her to be reluctant, yet, I had realised if she was easy then I could score anyway.

In a very short time we were in good humoured conversation, had exchanged names, she was Rita, and I learned that she only ever had one single cocktail on nights like this. We covered news of the day, clubs and bars we had frequented, and onto flat ownership and efforts we had each made at improvement. I told her of the new walk-in wardrobe I had just had added to my bedroom.

“Oh, that’s something I’ve always wanted in mine. If you don’t mind me asking, was it expensive?”

It was at that moment that a rather exuberant group of men and women came in, obviously some kind of celebratory party. I was a little surprised that the management had let them in, but there they were, noisy and boisterous.

“Oh, hell, I choose my places for their quiet ambience. I hate sitting in this kind of atmosphere.” Rita said agitatedly.

Here was my chance. “Look,” I said, putting on my innocent face, “I know we’ve just met, but I don’t live far away, and I make a mean pot of coffee, if you’d like to see the wardrobe.” And now I set the agenda, by holding up my open palms and saying, “No strings attached.”

Her dark eyes looked at me warily, “Well, you say that, but let me make this clear. I’ve enjoyed your company, I’d like to see the wardrobe, and enjoy a coffee and maybe further conversation. But I’m not a first date person, not even a second date, no kissing, no touching. You understand?”

“I understand that very well. I will in no way impose myself upon you. Okay?” Here was the kind of challenge that would please Professor Larnham. And I would not impose myself, but was eager to see if the reverse happened.

In no time I’d found a taxi and we’d taken the brief ride to the cosy block where my flat was on the third floor. In the cab, I noticed how she deliberately kept herself firmly against the door, well away from me.

Inside the flat, she admired my decor and furnishings and when I offered to take her coat she said, rather brusquely, “I can manage, thank you.” So I could see what I was up against. But she allowed me to hang her coat behind the main door, before going to the window to admire the view across the city.

I deliberately directed her otele gelen escort to a seat on the sofa, by the coffee table, on which I had the equipment laid out permanently. I had decided that female curiosity could be as good a way as any to get them interested. She took a seat and tucked her dress tightly around her knees. No entry. the action said.

“I’ll won’t be long,” I told her, and went through to the kitchen, and while I was making the coffee I listened to hear if she noticed the small box.

As I carried the steaming mugs through, she called, “What on earth it this?” And there she was holding the headpiece in her hands, looking at it, a puzzled frown lining her brow. I’d reached another step.

I placed the mugs on place mats on the table, and said with as much casualness as I could muster, “Oh, I have a scientist friend who asked me to test it for him.”

“But what is it for?”

“He said it was intended to sharpen brain power.”

She laughed, a quite attractive sound, “Have you tried it?”

“Oh, yes, ” I said boldly. “I’m a genius now.”

She laughed again, then looked uncertain, “But surely these aren’t earphones?”

“No, they fit behind each ear.”

She was busy flexing the band, so I told her, “Just place the band around the back of your head, and adjust so the discs are neatly behind each ear.”

“Can I try?”

Oh, God, yes. ” Please do, ” I said with a calmness that I wasn’t feeling.

I watched as she carefully snuggled the band over her hair, and moved her long hair back to fit the end pieces behind her ears. Now I really paid attention.

“There’s no feeling, no tingling,” she said.

“No, it’s perfectly safe that way.” But I was studying her face closely, as her expression changed from questioning, to uncertainty, and then to some kind of surprise, as her hands rose as though to remove the set. But then they dropped to her lap, where, fingers spread, they slowly slid up and down her thighs.

Did I see her chest heave? The generous bosom appeared to be taking in extra air. Then her right hand stopped moving on her thigh, her eyes turned towards me, and that hand slid across the gap between us, as she shuffled closer across the sofa.

“Could I ask you to kiss me?” The question, the way it was asked was quite unexpected. Of course, I had no way of knowing how the reactions to this thing would manifest themselves.

I leaned towards her, taking in the gentle lavender aroma of her, and as I placed my lips on hers, her tongue was instantly searching for mine. It wasn’t a desperate kiss. It was full on, natural, and searching. Our tongues wrestled for quite a while, and I was aware of her fingers on my thigh, and I suddenly realised that I hadn’t evolved what moves I might make in this situation. So, for the time being I decided it might be best to let her lead.

When we kissed, I had placed my hands on her upper arms, but now she twisted her body so that my right hand moved over her breast, and I couldn’t resist giving a gentle squeeze. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to go on for long with her just leading, already I felt my erection beginning to bulge my pants.

She moved in closer now and one hand was unbuttoning my shirt, when I heard a slapping noise and realised that her movement had dislodged the headband. Now what would happen?

“Hell, I forgot I had that stupid thing on,” she gasped, and her hand slipped inside my shirt sending tingling messages to my groin. “How strange. But I do feel affectionate tonight. Don’t you want me?”

Before I could reply her other hand had dropped to my lap, and smoothed over the bulge of my erection. “Oh, you do. Good.”

“Would you like to be more comfortable?” I asked, with a slight nod towards the bedroom.

“Oh, yes, I would like that.” she exclaimed, so it seemed that the contacts created the impulses but could then be discarded. Hadn’t I found that myself? Moving into the bedroom might risk giving her time to cool off, but I took that risk and led her to my bed.

“Is that the wardrobe?” she whispered, nodding at the mirrored sliding doors. “Oh, later.” And she was tugging at my belt buckle as I unfastened the zip down her back. In no time, it seemed we were standing together totally naked, my erection pressed against her belly, while my mouth slid along the side of her neck. My hands clutched at her perfectly formed buttocks.

Then we fell sideways on to the bed, as she murmured, “It’s so long since I felt this way. You must have secret powers.”

So she was not associating her actions with the equipment. Well done, Professor. My hands stroked over each of her breasts as I eased her onto her back, and leaned over her to mouth the wonderful swell of her bosom, licking and tickling each pink tipped nipple.

“Oh, hell, ” she moaned breathily. “I want everything at once, all of it.” And she was half rising to reach down to grasp my erection.

“Touch me down there,” was her next instruction.

In that situation my usual technique would have been the slow course of my hands over breast, belly, hips. before touching the pubic area, teasing before moving into that secret succulent groove. But as I began that process she grabbed at my hand and pulled it downwards, “Touch me now.”

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“Are you kidding me?” I told Niki! Whoa! This was too much to handle.

“Now James, I know it sounds kinky and weird, but would you do this for me? Puulllleeeeeaaaaassseeeee?”

“But Niki …”

“Please James? I would be forever indebted to you. Puleeaase?”

Shit! How can I refuse her?

“Niki …” I replied with a worried look, “this is going to be embarrassing. Really embarrassing.”

“Oh James!” she smiled and pranced around and clapped her hands. “Thank you! Thank you!” she screamed before she launched herself at me and gave me a quick, hard kiss before I could back down.

“Wait! I haven’t said yes.” Or at least I don’t think I said yes.

“Jaaaammeeesssss, please? For me? Just this once?” she said as she looked at me with her sad puppy dog eyes. She knows that I can’t resist her when she does that.

“On one condition.” I grimaced.

“Yeah?” she asked; smiling now, but with a little uncertainty mixed in.

“That you tell no one that I’m doing this for you.”

Niki smiled at me and said in a soft, low voice, “I won’t need to. They’ll all be jealous of me. And they’ll all just take one look at me, and know that you did this for me.”

Niki then molded herself to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, burrowed her small, firm tits into my chest, and proceeded to give me a kiss that melted my lips and gave me a hard on that threatened to burst my jeans! As our lips finally parted, Niki reached down and gently stroked my erection through my pants, “And they’ll all want what I have.”

“I am so gonna be toast!” I groaned. Niki smiled broadly and gave me another one of her scorching kisses.

Niki was taking an evening art class and had her final project to do. It was one of those continuing education classes which were usually populated by a post-college crowd who normally worked during the day and took an occasional night course or two when it struck their fancy.

As Niki explained to me earlier, the class that she was taking was more like a ‘thesis’ sort of class where the instructor guided them but left it up to the students to come up with their own project ideas, and establish their own expectations. The instructor’s role was to just evaluate progress and assign a grade based on whether the project and its outcome lived up to their own interpretation of what that program level demanded. In this case, Nikki had to demonstrate her knowledge of the material being used and exhibit her creativity and imagination in the process.

“Ok. But first, explain to me again what we’re going to do?”

“It’s actually pretty simple. I’m going to make a mold of a certain part of your body. You know, (and she burst out laughing), your ‘thingy’ to be precise. Then I’m going to do a plaster casting using the mold. It should be pain free.”

“My thingy?” I laughed and turned red. “You’re going to make a mold and casting of my ‘thingy’?”

“Yes, your thingy!” She laughed back at me with a salacious grin on her face. “Ok, your dick! Your rod! Your sword! My rocket to heaven! Ok?”

“And how do you know that it should be pain free?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be painless. It’s just a rubber latex mold that I’ll backfill with plaster later. You’ll only feel a little warmth when I first encase you in it. I think you’ll really like how it feels … at least that’s what others tell me.”

“What others tell you? You tried this with other guys’ thingy’s?”

“No! No! You know what I mean. Other people have used rubber latex before and told me that it gets just a tiny bit warm when the chemicals are mixed together.”

“So you really don’t know, then?”

“Ok, … well, … yeah. I really don’t know. But it’s supposed to be painless. Ok?”

“Then, I have one more condition.”

“One more?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, what is it? And stop being so difficult.” Niki said as she jabbed me in my stomach.

“This will be my last condition and I think you’ll like it.”

“So tell me already.”

“You do one of us.”

“Huh? One of us?”

“Yeah, one of us, when we’re … you know … together…joined.”

“Together? Joined?”

“Yeah, together, as like, …when we’re doing it.”

“Doing it as in when we’re making love?”

“Yeah.” I said with a smile.

Niki at first frowned, “James, türbanlı escort I think that’s something I want to keep private between you and me. I don’t feel like sharing that with anyone.”

“I agree. I didn’t intend for you to submit it for your class. But I think it might be a special, private thing for only you and me. I won’t think of it as art, but as something that reminds me of how special our relationship is.”

Niki gave it a little more thought before vocalizing her answer, “I think it will be hot if it turns out right.” She was smiling just a bit.

“How do we do it?”

“Well, it’s going to require a bit more of the rubber latex than I have so we need to pick up a little more of the stuff.”

“Ok, that’s simple.” I replied. I figured a quick trip to the art store would fulfill that need.

“I think the most difficult part of that job will be to keep us joined until the rubber latex has hardened enough.”

“That doesn’t seem to be too difficult to do, does it?”

“I think having you in me that long without either of us coming is going to be the haaarrrrddddd part.” She laughed.

“Hard? Hard? I’ll show you hard!” with that I started to lower my zipper. Niki shrieked and laughed as she grabbed for my hands to keep my zipper closed.

“I know that’s hard, but that’s not what I meant! You pervert!” she laughed.

“Yes I am and you love that, don’t you?”

“Oh yes … but you’re my pervert. Right?”

“Most definitely. I’m your pervert.” And with that, I grabbed Niki and kissed her at length.

She sighed as our kiss broke apart, “my pervert …”

————-

Niki got her additional art supplies the next day after work and set about getting our bathroom ready for her little project. We had a quick dinner then retired to the bathroom where she began to lay out her equipment and supplies. As she had me strip, I noticed that she had a pair of scissors and her razor and shave cream out.

“Um, does that mean what I think it means?” I asked.

“Yes,” she beamed with a wide smile. “We can’t have a bunch of pubic hairs messing up our mold now do we?”

“Shit.” Was all I could say while a huge smile made its presence known on Niki’s face.

“Oh, quit acting like a small kid and get your big dick over here so I can get you hard and prepped.”

“Well, at least you said that it was ‘big.'”

My dick looked like a limp noodle; the thought of having a sharp razor dragged around my pelvic region and scrotum just took the starch out of the thing!

“Promise you’ll be careful?” I asked a little sheepishly.

“Why would I want to hurt the thing that gives me so much pleasure? For sure I’ll be careful. Now let’s see how to do this sort of thing…” Niki said as she reached for a bottle of baby oil.

“How to do this sort of thing?” I echoed her. “You mean you haven’t done this before?”

“Only on myself. But then I don’t have balls like you so shaving you will be a little different.”

“Shit.”

“Stop complaining. You’re going to enjoy this. I know you will.” Niki said as she began stroking my dick to a firm hardness. “See? I told you so.” She said with a smile.

“No fair. My dick has a mind of its own when it comes to you.”

“I’m glad it does.”

“Ok, go for it, but please be careful. I only have one dick and one set of balls.”

“Ok you big sissy.” She said as she reached for her scissors and began to trim away most of my pubic hair. Leaving behind a thin layer of stubble, Niki moved to my balls where she did the same thing. Stretching my ball sack, she took almost all of my pubic hair off with her pair of shears.

Niki laughed as she reached for some baby oil and gently coated my pubic area and balls with the stuff. She even massaged my hard cock with some of that oil. Then just before I could cum, Niki grabbed my cock at the base of my erection and began shaving my pubic area. I held my breath as she slowly but carefully left the area around my cock and balls naked without any hair. Periodically rinsing her razor in a small bowl of water, Niki shaved my pelvic area several times, trying to get rid of all of my stubble, before moving on to my balls.

“Ok now hold still. I think this is going to be the tricky part.”

“Tricky istanbul escort part?” I gasped. “You want me to hold still when you have a razor to my balls and I’m aching to cum?”

“Oh, shut up already you big baby.” Niki grumped before she turned and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. “I know just the thing to take you mind off what I’m doing.”

“And what will …SHIT!” I yelled as Niki took the head of my cock in her mouth and twirled her tongue around its head and stroked my length at the same time. I think I forgot to mention that she gives the most abso-fucking-lutely greatest blowjobs on the face of this planet! She brought me close to cumming again then clamped her hand around my cock at its base to hold off my orgasm.

“Shit!” I moaned.

“Don’t want you going limp after all my hard work, now do we?” she giggled.

“No chance of that, you minx.” I was hard as a steel rod waiting to be thrust into her furnace for some tempering!

“Now hold still…” Niki was a model of studiousness as she focused on wicking away the stubble from my balls without nicking me.

After she finished, Niki took a warm wash cloth to my genitals and gave me a warm sponge bath. I couldn’t help it as I returned to a rock solid state in an instant. My balls ached for a release that wasn’t going to happen for awhile.

“Ok, that was the hard part. Now I need you to sit on this sheet of parchment paper so we don’t mess up the floor.” With that, Niki laid a large sheet of the stuff on the floor of our bathroom.

So I sat down on the paper.

“Ok, now scoot down on your back and spread your legs.” Which I did for a second or two, before raising my head up so I could see what she was doing. My curiosity will probably kill me one of these days.

Then Niki began coating my dick and balls with more baby oil. Her soft hands got me rock hard again.

“Wow, you don’t know how good that feels…” I moaned.

Niki smiled as she continued to massage the oil into my genitals, “Well we don’t want the latex to stick to you now do we?”

After another minute of making sure that I was thoroughly oiled up, Niki got up and prepared the latex mix including the adding of the hardening agent. Then donning a pair of rubber gloves, Niki dipped her hand into the latex mix and began applying it to me.

The mix felt warm as Niki smeared it on me. First covering the area around my dick before proceeding to my balls. As she did so, precum began to slowly leak from the tip of my hard cock.

“Shit, you’re leaking.”

“Can’t help it. You’ve gotten me really excited.” I said through gritted teeth as Niki continued to rub the latex mix around my pelvis region and my balls. She grabbed a nearby paper towel and dabbed the tip of my cock until my precum stopped flowing for a moment. As quickly as she could, Niki grabbed more of the latex mixture and slathered it on the tip of my cock and then applied the remaining batter like goop to the rest of my genital areas, building up the thickness of the mold by layers.

“There! All done. Now keep still for a couple of minutes while the latex sets.”

“Easier said than done.” I replied as I tried to keep my erection from fading. However the earlier eroticism of the project was gone now and my hard on began to wane.

“You’re growing soft!” Niki cried as it was apparent that I was beginning to wilt.

“I need some motivation!” I fired back.

“Like what?”

“Take off your shorts and panties!”

“What?”

“Just take them off and get your delectable pussy right here so I can eat you.”

“What?”

“That will give me the motivation I need to stay hard.”

Niki had her clothes off in a second and was dropping her pussy down on my face as I reached up with my tongue to lick her hairless slit and clit. I could feel my erection resume its pole-like stiffness as Niki gasped and moaned, feeling my tongue caress the petals of her flower.

“It’s … worrrr …rrrrr… kkkkinnngggg …” Niki gasped breathlessly as I continued to torture her pussy, slowly licking her labia, occasionally dipping into her channel to taste her secretions, while slurping her clit on every other pass. It didn’t take more than five minutes or so before Niki began moaning deeply as an orgasm washed tesettürlü escort through her body.

After she returned to her senses, she slowly dismounted and flopped down besides me. Turning to face me, she grabbed my face and licked her essence off my face before kissing me with her all of her heart and soul.

“You can do that to me anytime you want.” She whispered before she kissed me again then laid her head on my chest.

About this time I began to wonder how long more I needed to remain erect so I asked her, “hon, is this thing hard enough so we can take it off?”

“Oh yeah, let’s see.” She said as she began to inspect her handiwork. “Looks like its set well enough. I’m going to try to peel it off now.”

So Niki began to slowly peel off my latex covering, beginning with the edges. It was very ticklish as Niki peeled the latex carefully off of my pelvic region. She then peeled off the portion around my balls. Then, with the portion surrounding my dick being the last part still stuck on me she asked, “Are you still hard?”

“A little, I think.”

“Ok, let’s see now …” Niki said softly as she grabbed the latex mold with her hands and slowly twisted it one way then the other, loosening it before she backed it off my dick, which was now rapidly regaining its hardness. As she lifted the mold off of me, my hard cock grabbed her attention.

“mmmmmm, we can’t let this go to waste now can we?” she whispered as she set the mold aside then straddled my hips. Centering my dick between her labia, she slowly descended until she was completely impaled on me.

“yyyeeeesssssss…” she hissed as she bottomed out. “fuck … I love you in me …” she moaned as she began to post up and down on me. “cum in me baby … yes … oh … yes … fuck… “

We made love all over the floor for more than an hour before I painted the insides of her pussy with my cream.

We cleaned up a little and Niki took the latex mold and cleaned it of all of the oil residue and pre-cum left inside. She set it aside to dry while she got the powdered plastic mix ready and mixed a little pink grout stain in. Then she poured it into the mold, squeezing the mold several times to make sure that she got all the air bubbles out.

“We’ll let that sit for a couple of hours to let it get hard.” She paused then burst out laughing, “… let it get hard. I should have been a comedian.”

Over the next couple of days Niki made 25 plaster copies of my dick. Then mounted them on a piece of plain oak that she had talked me into sanding smooth then staining it white. She titled it “Fantasy Forest” and submitted that as her final project.

From what she told me, the entire class erupted with cheers and laughs when she unveiled her project and submitted it for grading. She was more than a little upset when she received a B as a grade. Her teacher was not impressed.

In the meantime, Niki was going to make good on her promise to make a mold of us joined. So several weeks after her semester ended, Niki and I were once again sitting on the floor on several pieces of parchment paper after we had gotten done shaving each other.

I was inside of her and our legs were scissored together so that our pubic areas were flushed against each other. You could just see the top of her clit and labia and the top of my dick as it disappeared into her pussy.

Niki’s hands were unsteady as she tried to pour the latex over ourselves. I had donned a pair of latex gloves earlier and helped Niki to make sure that the liquid latex covered us fairly well. Then we had to let it set for a while.

” … oh fuck …” Niki was moaning as she poured and I spread it over our groins, while rubbing her clit to keep it engorged so that it would be prominently featured.

“shit … don’t touch my clit … holy … don’t touch my clit …” She was yelling as I made sure that the liquid latex covered us well.

She trembled as she mashed her pelvis against mine and orgasmed. I reached around her waist to hold us together and in the process rubbed her G spot with my dick which made Niki orgasm again.

That casting came out fairly well even if we did end up fucking as soon as Niki could get the mold off of us. There was latex and cum all over the floor afterwards.

“Lust” and “Fantasy Forest” sold for astounding prices several months later at the class exhibit and auction. Niki was over joyed and all of her classmates were eyeing me up. Made me feel like a slab of premium grade bacon. Yeah baby! But Niki made sure that she was glued to my arm the entire evening. Possessive you think?

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I first saw her across the yard and was attracted to her classic beauty and poise. She was tall and slim but shapely, with a pretty face, and displayed the demeanor of a true Southern Belle. Any lady having her stature and beauty would be widely pursued in LA. I assumed she was ‘taken’ because men seemed to be generally inattentive to her. I approached her, introduced myself and told her she was the prettiest lady at the bar-b-que.

Hearing me talk, she knew I was not a local lad, and asked where I was from. I told her and explained that I was there working on a one-year project. During the following month we went out a few times, to dinners and a concert. Although she seemed to have formed a comfortable nature with me, our evenings always ended with light kisses and she showed little interest in heavier necking.

One Saturday I worked all day and after working late l decided to go out for a brew. It was typical late evening summer weather for south Alabama: hot and humid; in the eighties at ten o’clock with drizzle and light rain. There is one local club that caters to the twenties set, so I go there. She is there with her younger sister and both are a bit tipsy. I sit with them and we chat and dance, and I buy a round of drinks.

The club closes at midnight (being in the south with ‘blue’ laws, everything closes early.) She is concerned that her parents would be angry if she took sis home in her semi-soused state. So we go to my apartment for some late coffee. My electric power is out, so we light some candles, and while I brew in the kitchen and chat with her, sis curls up on the sofa and dozes off.

We discuss the miserable weather and she says that she will find it hard to sleep–it being so hot and muggy. I tell her that I have a solution to that problem: “sleeping on a water bed is very refreshing. Wanna see?” I take her hand and lead the way to the bedroom.

During our few dates she had always seemed to go along with what I wanted, passively and without objection. I figure that this foray would be the same and it is. At the bed, I lie down and pull her down with me. I remove my shoes, then hers, explaining that waterbeds and shoes don’t mix well. While I fumble with her shoes she is completely passive, laying on her back with her hands on her tummy. Once her shoes are off she crosses her legs at her ankles.

I lie on my side, facing her and place my hand on her hands. I begin to lightly stroke her arm and kiss her cheek, then her mouth. She remains her normally passive self and shows no reaction. I rub her other arm across her body, and allow my forearm to brush her breast. No reaction. I kiss her mouth again and then lick across her lips. She grins a single giggle.

I tell her to “kiss me back, you’ll like it” and I kiss her lips again, yet she remains passive. I kiss her chin, down her neck, and along the top seam of her loose halter-top. I kiss the fabric that covers her breast and sense a hard nub there, so I move my hand to her breast and definitely feel a firm nipple. She passively fends me away. I say “your body says you like this, but I think your mind is denying it, relax and enjoy.”

I again kiss her lips to no effect, then her neck, and chest. I place my hand up under her top on her bare tummy and I rub lightly in a circular motion. I expand my circles until I am grazing the base of her bra.

My expanding circles make an astounding discovery. Because she is thin and laying on her back, her tummy has retracted back from the peaks of her hipbones. There is a loose gap between her jeans and her tummy. I explored this area by turning my hand over and rub her with the backs of my fingers. This maneuver allows me to easily delve into the jeans gap without being awkward.

Then I find out that the elastic waistband of her panty was also not touching her tummy. In no time I am massaging her pubic hair under her panty, and am surprised that she continues to be completely passive.

We have been in bed together almost half an hour and all this time I am wondering “what is going on?” All girls I had ever been with liked to neck, kiss, hug bursa escort and pet, and enjoyed fooling around. Most went “all the way” at some level. Some would go so far and then erect a rigid barrier beyond which they would not venture. This lady would not get lovey and not fool around. But she didn’t object to anything either.

My mind is zooming. Here she is almost catatonic having been almost completely still while my hands roamed over her most intimate regions. I knew she was very passive and had just re-proven that to myself. But maybe in this instance she was actually drunker than I thought, like her sister. Or maybe she is setting me up for some rape claim with her sis as a witness. I didn’t know if sis remained dozing on the couch, or was she right now rifling my abode? I muse these concerns while kissing her neck and shoulders, and I decide to push forward until she stops me.

I stop my circling hand at the snap to her jeans while I move my head to kiss her tummy and belly button. While doing so I unbutton her pants, and slide her zipper down. She makes no reaction. I kiss and lick into her belly button and run a finger into the void between her legs inside her pants. She gives off a single shiver. I wonder again about a possible setup, so I tell her “Anytime you want me to stop, just say no.” But she remains passive.

She remains on her back, with one arm at her side and the other hand near its opposite shoulder in a modest semblance of protecting her chest. Her legs are crossed at her shins, her pant fly is open, and her panty waistband is pushed down below her dark golden pubic hair. I kiss her tummy, her pelvis, and her pubic hair; she is passive. At her pubes I sniff her strong, musky aroma. Her scent smells of fresh cut lawn mixed with something sweet and fruity, like baked apples. I lick across her panty band where the panty is bunched near the bottom of her fly. She gasps and flinches uncrossing her legs.

“Wow! Your body liked that,” I say as I turn and straddle her legs. Using my lips I make nibbling circles on her tummy, belly button, and pubic hair. I hook my fingers into the back pockets of her jeans. Then I dip my chin under her panty waistband and I lick as deeply as I can. Her body quakes and she hums a mewing sound. She spreads her thighs an inch or two but her legs are trapped by my legs. During this convulsion she had lifted her weight from her pant seat and I pulled her pants down 3 or 4 inches, giving my chin room to sink deeper between her soft thighs.

I lick again extending my tongue down enough to taste her essence. She yelps and squirms, her movement helping me pull her pants from under her bottom. I lift my head and ask, “Was that a ‘stop’?” looking up at her face. Her eyes show intense concentration but her face is alight with a big grin. She says nothing. With my torso off her legs I tug her jeans down to her knees while she modestly pulls her panty up and her halter down.

I arise on my knees and lean up and forward over her. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her. I lick across her lips, causing her to grin again. I kiss her hard over her smile forcing my tongue between her lips. She nudges me defensively like saying this invasion was too truly ‘close to home.’ I roll off of her and twist my body bringing my head to the gap between her halter and panty, where I again kiss, nibble and lick.

I set my fingertips along the crevice between her now bare thighs and begin rubbing gently back and forth. My light stroke starts as a short, slow tickle, that I steadily lengthen and strengthen it, pressing my fingertips between her thighs. I barely graze her panty and feel moisture which has seeped through. “God, you’re so wet” I remark. I watch her face as I push her jeans down to her ankles. Her pleasant expression does not change.

I drag my fingers up her leg and easily part her knees, now freed from the jean restraint. I place my open hand flat on her muff and rub lightly up and down. She moans quietly. I kiss and nibble across her panty to her thigh while I reach down to her cuff and pull off her jeans. My kissing excursion bursa escort bayan down her body reaches her knee just as her leg is freed, and I reverse direction back up her thigh. As I do so I twist and roll my torso between her legs, and proceed to kiss up her thigh and across her panty.

I settle between her legs and move my arms under and around them. This position allows me to lick and nibble inside her thighs rather than along the front. I kiss up one thigh, across her wet spot, and down the other thigh. Then backtrack the other way. After several passes I stop my roving head at the leg seam of her panty and lick up the skin next to it. I tongue across her panty to the other seam and lick there. I go back and forth licking each seam multiple times.

I feel her quiver on one up-lick and I look at her face which is set in concentration, eyes closed with heavy breath, and faint irregular moans. I can see the outline of her erect nipples thru her bra and halter.

While licking her seams, I have pulled down the waist of her panty. I gently bite the panty center and tug them loose so I can work the tip of my tongue under the seam and I lick up her fold. She trembles and ekes, and puts her hand over mouth to stifle the sound. Again and again I lick under seam and as she squeams I pull down the panty waistband to loosen it. Soon her panty is taught between her thighs and I am lapping up her nectar and tickling her nub with my tongue. Her moans have become a steady hum – she’s purring like a kitten.

A primal instinct inside her has begun directing her bodily responses. Her hips begin a gentle rhythm to assist my tongue’s task and enhance her stimulation. Its decision time for me. If I let her climax now I’m afraid she’ll just pull herself together and leave.

All sorts of thoughts spin in my mind while I’m licking her. She’s been almost completely passive so far and has not said “no” or otherwise stopped me. But neither has she offered any encouragement. And what about possibly being set up for legal action? But we’ve been at “it” almost an hour and I hadn’t forced anything. There’s been no struggle at all, no force, and no hurry or rush. Is she not resisting due to a fear of possible violence? I don’t know but I decide that I want her panties off before she climaxes.

I pull my knees beneath me while licking her and stay between her legs. I rise up and kiss and lick her pubic hair and belly button. Then kiss her mouth but she is still passive and makes no response. I twist to her side and place my hand on her panties. With me moving away she moves her knee bringing her legs together. As her legs close I push the panty down. This whole maneuver is so smooth, its too normal to be alarming to her. She does not object as I pull her jeans and panty free of her legs and I toss them away.

She is naked from her waist down and is looking utterly luscious. I’m admiring her curves as I undo my slacks. She sees me eyeing her and coyly bends one knee over the other to hide. I kiss her knee, and then lap up her thigh as I remove my pants. I again squeeze myself between her legs, and lap up her crack and nibble her clit. I lap again, nibble again then tongue her opening – the spot where her public lips recline and from where her moisture emanates. I concentrate there, moving the tip of my tongue quickly up and down, then back and forth, trying to simulate a feather, then a butterfly fluttering against her tender folds. She squeams and moans and I press my tongue deeply into her. I feel a tightness and behind it a small opening. Extending my tongue as far as I can I feel like I’m pushing its tip against a small rubber band. She is so tight!

Now I am confused. Could she be a virgin? No way. She couldn’t be – she is too passive. Being this sublime with other men, they would have quickly stripped her, fucked her, and dropped her. While musing this over I feather her nub and she moans deeply. Her breath is short and heavy, and she is noticeably hotter than before.

I nibble and feather her clit, still musing her tightness. bursa merkez escort With all the stimulation I’ve given, she should be opened up like a flower in bloom. If she were a virgin she would be very nervous which could explain her passivity. I realized that she is not just nervous, she is afraid. But now she is purring again and is making a slight rhythmatic gyration with her hips. Her moans sound like a rhythm of uh-hunh, uh-hunh, uh-hunh…

Suddenly she shudders and moves her legs up and apart opening herself. I lick down and reach her vagina just as her body contorts and she gasps and grunts. I tongue her tight little hole and feel her out flow cover my mouth. I lap and suck while her body shakes. She moves her hand to my head and runs her fingers through my hair. Her leg and hand motions are the first encouraging signal she has shown. I move to her clit but as I lick up she covers it with the tip of her fingers. I lick over and around the fingers and look at her face. She looks completely serene and contented. Her wide eyes stare at me intensely with love, lust and adoration.

She whispers something so softly I can’t hear it but I think she says “sorry,” or maybe “thank you” or “love you.” I say, “Want some more?” She responds with a huge grin. I move up and over her. She stares at me awestruck and licks her lips. I lift my head as she rakes my hair forward pulling me up and against her, cheek to cheek. She encircles my head and shoulders with her arms.

We lay still for a time while she embraces me and I wonder if maybe she has dozed off. My erection presses across her pubic hair near her proffered clit, my legs still being between her legs, but I am harnessed in my briefs. She definitely feels me because she starts lightly rubbing herself against my hardness. She is moving her hips up and down by bending her back and rotating her pelvis in a humping motion. We are both slick as gel and would be fully engorged but for my briefs.

Her strokes get longer and during her backstroke she reduces the pressure between us. On one such stoke I raise my hips and push my shorts below my erection. With bare skin to skin she moans a satisfied uh-hunh and strokes faster rubbing her clit against me. With her hand she presses my member down against herself. My fluid adds some lubrication and suddenly she discharges, rubbing us both quickly with her hand. We relax in embrace for several minutes.

I raise my hips up and push my briefs away. I return downward at a lower angle so as to place the tip of my erection against her vagina. I then straighten my arms to raise my chest so I can look at her face. She has the angelic look of someone who is pleasantly dreaming. She is moaning a slow, rhythmatic uh-hunh, uh-hunh, uh-hunh and is gyrating her hips up and down to the same slow beat. As she moves upward to increase pressure at her prime point I push forward and in. I slip into her folds and press forcefully and she gasps, tightens and pulls her hips away from my invasion. Together we advance back to where I am barely touching against her barrier. As I push, she tightens then relaxes but doesn’t retreat. We lay still for a moment. I am at her maidenhead but without force against it. I look at her. Her eyes are closed and she looks completely contented.

I kiss her on her lips and she smiles up at me. I thrust strongly. She screams but quickly covers her mouth with her hand stifling most of the noise. We lay still another moment with me imbedded inside her. Her eyes are closed and are tearing at their outside corners. I kiss her forehead then her lips. She moves her hips withdrawing slightly from me and her body quivers. I pull back slightly and thrust fully. She moans and shakes, but less intensely than before. I begin stroking in and out and she is again moaning uh-hunh. She lifts her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. Suddenly she makes four or five quick thrusts up, then just pushes and her vagina milks me. I kept stroking, feeling a pressure building in my loins. She returns to my rhythm which is increasing in pace, with shorter strokes. She pushes up and milks me again, and I let go, grunting and unloading into her. She gasps and shakes, and then we lay still.

When I recover my awareness, she is softly purring again, like she is happily humming a merry melody to herself. I withdraw from her, and roll over on my side. She turns and we curl up together and fall asleep.

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