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I had worked in the same firm as Lisa for years, but never in the same department. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was cute and she was in great shape, especially for a woman in her 40’s. For a lack of a better term she had a reputation as being a bit of a slut, or perhaps a tease. She was married with kids, had some spats where she was separated, its all a bit convoluted.

Lisa seemed to always be having an apparent affair with men in the best position to advance her career, her boss, her boss’s boss, etc…

She also had another trait; she loved to talk about sex, and how depraved of it she was, how her husband never went down on her, and how she sucked the best cock.

She always seemed to be able to keeps several guys “on her hook”, and I thought for the most part she was just using them and that they would never get anything from her beyond her cock raising dialogue.

Perhaps my negativity towards her was based in part to the fact that she never seemed to be interested in me. She was into guys that only a momma could love? (Older, usually unattractive men)

One day after work I found myself making a brief appearance at happy hour, Lisa was of course no stranger to alcohol. She was beginning to slur slightly when I arrived, which was amazing because she could have only been there an hour. She had her typical fleet of horny men circled around her, the likely monetary sources to her alcohol consumption.

I had a long week and was enjoying a few cold ones with my office buddies. I must confess we all took turn glancing over at Lisa; she just has something about her. She was explaining how last night she had an orgasm in her sleep and than added what made it unusual was that she was dreaming about another woman. I have to admit she peaked my eavesdropping interest. She went on to say how she would love to have a woman, but didn’t know how to find the right lady to experiment with.

As the night went on Lisa and I actually engaged in some light hearted office type chit chat, meaningless shit, and than I decided to hit the road. As I leaned in to give her the customary female coworker kiss on the cheek she grabbed my inner thigh and softly ran her hand upward, stopping just short of my balls.

“Stay” she said, “This night still has some potential”

I was at a loss for words and had no reaction, as I write this I’m tempted to profess something else, but the reality was I was a little intimidated and basically dumbfounded. This type of thing is pretty foreign to me. So, I ultimately retreated to my car and went home. Of course for the remainder of the weekend she dominated my thoughts. I began to realize why guys clung to her.

I didn’t know what to expect come Monday, I anticipated that this alcohol induced indiscretion would likely be forgotten, but I was hoping/dreaming for just the opposite.

“Hey Lisa” I blurted at about 10:00 on Monday morning upon seeing her. She walked straight towards me and with a smile said:

“We’re still on for lunch today right?…Great than, I scheduled myself a break from 1:00 to 2:30…Later…” as she walked away, she took great care to wiggle her ass at me raising a few eyebrows in the area.

Lunch it was and we went out to chat, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being pursued by her and I wasn’t quite sure why so? Anyway my curiosity and appetite lead us to a socially acceptable noisy restaurant.

Once seated she inquired “I couldn’t help but notice a picture of a beautiful woman on your desk, is that your wife?”

“Yes, for 10 years now” I calmly responded as I began to see the intent behind her actions.

“She’s in great shape huh?” Lisa pondered with a smirk.

“Yes, the same size as when we got married” I proudly responded still feeling out the motive(s).

The conversation moved on going pleasantly, and than she began to reveal her thoughts.

“After seeing your wife’s picture, I began to wonder what you two look like fucking…sorry, I know that must seem weird, but with most couples that’s something that causes you to cringe if/when it pops into your mind. With you, it just gets me wet”

I was in shock again, but at least I knew what she was interested in, the two of us. For those that have never read any of my stories I will copy and paste in my wife Courtney’s physical description:

Courtney is a very pretty Puerto Rican and Irish girl who; I have found out, loves to be a very dirty girl. She is 5’4”, 120 lbs. with a perfect ass and exceptional tits. (They’re only an A cup but they are absolutely perfectly shaped with soft pink nipples that harden like pencil erasers on contact) She has long brown hair, soft brown eyes and all eyes gravitate to her when we go out, especially when she doesn’t wear a bra (which she never does).

Lisa discussed her sexuality in great depth, I have to say she has a liberated – no shame view of sex. She said that she had had women before, but never a couple, and she felt that Courtney and I would be in her words Şirinevler escort “Tasty”.

She ended the conversation with:

“Why don’t you and your wife talk it over and let me know if we could all get together sometime”

I didn’t have to ask Courtney anything, I knew the answer would be NO. I figured maybe I could soften her stance with time, so for the next few weeks Lisa and I conspired together for this our now common goal. I would get so turned on with formulating this idea into a reality that I was spending a good portion of my day trying to hide my erection from my coworkers.

During this time there was an occasion for the girls to meet socially, and they really hit it off, but Lisa never revealed her/our intentions.

The plan ultimately became that Courtney and I would go to Lisa’s house for a co-ed sex toy party, but it would be on the wrong day (my error). So it was set to be Sat. night, the day following the fabricated Friday night sex toy party. This would help mold Courtney’s mind set, at least till the point where the embarrassment of showing up on the wrong day set in. Courtney had been to a few of these parties in the past and she always came home horney as hell.

We arrived fashionable late at 8:15 and Courtney saw trouble right away.

“It seems were the first ones here, I don’t want to go in yet” She said uncomfortably.

“I’m sure some neighbors just walked over, let’s just go in” I said to encourage her and we walked forward to the door.

I rang the bell and Lisa played along by taking her time in getting to there.

“Hello” Lisa greeted us with a pretend look of confusion on her face. “I missed you guys at the party yesterday” she paused than added “Did you mix up the days? I’m sorry originally it was going to be today, but remember Jim and Fay couldn’t make it, so we switched it.”

“Oh my God” I responded. The nervousness and embarrassment was not all acting for me at this point. (the reality was making me stress)

“Come in, come in” Lisa politely opened the door. “I was just putting all the orders together, from yesterday that is”

Lisa went on to say “I used to do it where some woman would come to your house, but it was awkward, people felt like they had to buy stuff and were too embarrassed to order what they actually wanted, so I began to do the whole thing myself, the prices are lower this way and I do it co-ed, which makes it more interesting, sometimes it gets real interesting, but last night was a bore. Perhaps because I was so much looking forward to seeing the two of you”

“That’s so kind of you to say” Courtney responded, as she began to sip at a glass of red wine which Lisa had poured while talking.

All three of us sat on the couch as Lisa entertained with stories of past parties. She remised of women in their 50’s who had never had an orgasm, and women in their twenties who didn’t know where their clitoris was. As the wine flowed along with the conversation, I began to thumb the “toy catalog” allowing Courtney to view it along with me.

Courtney excused herself to the restroom, and in the moments of her absence Lisa whispered in my ear:

“Oh my God she is so fucking hot, could you fuck her here for me, I don’t care if she’s not into girls, I’d be happy just to watch.” She concluded while her hand deliberately brushed against the front of my pants. I was hard already, and she gave me a look of primal hunger, directly into my eyes.

Courtney was a little sloshed so I figured now or never, as she sat back down I caressed her back.

Lisa asked if she could show us some of the “really hot couple items” and before there was a response Lisa was rubbing a cock shaped realistic looking vibrator against Courtney’s arm.

Lisa went on:

“I’m telling you, once inside 5 maybe 10 seconds and you’re cumming, this thing is amazing, but it doesn’t have the taste and flavor of a real man…”

She ran the pink vibrating cock up to Courtney’s mouth and began to rub it gently across her full lips and asked:

“Do you feel the sensation?” “This one is special it has just the sensation I need, deep, but not numbing or ticklish”

As Lisa was turning this toy on Courtney’s mouth I began to rub her inner thigh, she was wearing a denim skirt over white cotton panties. As I began to run my hand up, she would clamp her legs together trapping my hands in disapproval. I persisted by taking the vibe from Lisa and placing it against her leg.

“Just feel it out for a second, just for a second – over your clothes” I said which a nervous shake in my voice.

Courtney responded by opening her legs, just slightly, but that was just the signal that Lisa and I were hoping for. I slowly ran this humming toy to the visibly moist front side of her panties targeting the slightly raised spot that I knew to be her ultra sensitive clit. (She has one that turns bright pink, when it fills and hardens to the size of a small pea.) I pressed the tip against the top Ataköy escort of her clit’s shaft, opening her slit, and than her legs opened wider. I wondered if she fully realized as she lay with her eyes closed that there was a woman just as aroused as me salivating at the sight of her barely clad pussy.

“Ahh” “It’s gonna make me cum” Courtney mumbled as this toy continued to pulse her mound with waves of pleasure.

I took a brief pause in the action to remove her undies, and she opened her eyes for a moment and than had a moment of embarrassment upon seeing Lisa again.

“It’s ok sweetie, just enjoy” Lisa assured her, while gently pressing her shoulders deeper into the couch. As I began to run the vibe on her exposed slit Lisa unbuttoned Courtney’s blouse, undoubtedly longing to see the beautiful nipples that I had described to her previously, in great detail. Within moments Courtney was clad only in her denim skirt which was pushed up to the point where it appeared to be a thick belt.

Courtney’s erect nipples were at full attention in the air conditioned environment and I’m sure that Lisa wanted to feel them on her tongue and in her mouth in the worst way, because I know I did too.

I gave Lisa a nod and the two us latched onto Courtney’s tits simultaneously, I don’t know if it was the shock of the two mouths on her, or if Lisa did a little love bite on her tasty nipple, but Courtney jerked back suddenly and Lisa reassured her with:

“Sweetie just enjoy, enjoy the pleasure…”

I kneeled down in front of her and slide her hips forward on the couch. I saw how wet she was and just had to taste her juice, the ultimate aphrodisiac. As I slurped away at her wide spread lips, she began to beg for my cock. The vibrator was humming on/in Lisa at this point and the intensity in the room was increasing exponentially.

I looked over at Lisa who was wearing a white push up bra and nothing else, and I decided to get her back into the fun.

Turning my head towards Lisa I said:

“Let’s fuck her, fuck her together”

Immediately Lisa came over and got on her hands and knees, her head between Courtney’s knees, taking over my pussy eating position, and I got behind Lisa lining my cock up against her thin glistening pussy lips. She was clean shaven and had a great ass. I couldn’t believe what I was seemingly allowed to do! Lisa instructed Courtney:

“The better your man fucks me, the better I lick you, ok?” Courtney just moaned in passive agreement.

As Lisa spread Courtney’s sweet pussy open for a licking with both hands, I pressed my throbbing cock into Lisa. Lisa gasped and said:

“He’s so fucking big! You take this giant cock inside you, here?” and she slid her tongue deeply into Courtney’s vagina forcefully, using her tongue like a cock of her own.

I was ready to cum, already and as I began to slow my pace Lisa asked:

“What you need to squirt your thing sweetie? Is that why you’re slowing down?”

I didn’t even respond and Lisa went on to say: “Go ahead, I want you to cum, I want you to cum inside of her!” Lisa than pulled forward letting my cock slide out of her, and than led me forward with my soaking dick in her hand, pulling on it. She than placed it to Courtney’s sweet ready pussy.

I began fucking Courtney now slick from two hot pussies and Lisa began to coach me:

“Cover her inside and out with your cum, soak her, hurry up do it before she comes too” I don’t know why but it seemed like something I wanted to do and I just let go and began to pump cum into Courtney like pumping water from a well, and following the persistent coaching from Lisa I withdrew my still pulsing dick and squirted cum all over the outside of Courtney’s pussy and on her asshole. There were strings of goo all over Lisa’s sofa too, but she was so turned on that she seemingly couldn’t have cared less.

No sooner had my last drop poured out and Lisa was back between Courtney’s legs eating up the mess! She ate it in a frenzy while updating Courtney on her every move, saying:

“I’m sucking it out of your vagina, mmm now off your clit, soo good, I love the taste of the two of you”

I watched her suck and eat out everything with the utmost efficiency, she worked her way down to Courtney’s ass hole and licked it clean, and she started to press her tongue into it. Lisa got Courtney’s undivided attention as her tongue dipped in and out of Courtney’s ass. Courtney wiggled and squirmed with the sensations, this coupled with Lisa’s left hand working Courtney’s clit faster and harder than I ever dared to myself would surely cause an orgasm and than it began…

Courtney muttered “Oh my God, Oh my God, No, No, No…” She twitched and gyrated in a tortured pleasure for what seemed to be minutes.

During this I just kept watching Lisa dig and probe Courtney’s ass. It seemed her tongue was in her several inches, I could see Courtney’s sphincter opened wide around the base of Lisa’s tongue, it was truly something Bakırköy escort amazing to see, and my cock once again an interested spectator stood at attention.

As Courtney’s orgasm began to subside I could see she was getting a rational perspective on what was going on, and she was perhaps loosing interest in having a strange woman’s tongue in her rectum. She squirmed back on the couch with a quivering “Thank You”

Lisa backed away, and I decided to repay her for the favor she gave Courtney, so I sat her down right next to a now dazed Courtney on the couch and began to eat Lisa’s pussy. It was surprisingly tasteless, but I was still making me horny as hell. Lisa has one of the best looking snatches I’d ever seen. She could have worked in porn with her body, she looked great naked and she really knows how to play things up.

“Hey sweetie are you ready to try some” Lisa asked Courtney as she caught Courtney glancing to see what I was doing. Lisa gave Courtney a gentle push forward and Courtney kneeled next to me on the floor.

As I continued to lick and suck on Lisa’s clit she spread her legs open wider letting Courtney see everything that was going on.

I encouraged her by adding “Honey why don’t you try it for a bit, this opportunity doesn’t come around too often, give it a try” With this she drew in closer, looking forward curiously. I said, “here let’s lick her clit together, it feels great on your tongue, lick it here…” and I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go to demonstrate.

Courtney began by getting her head in close and suddenly the limited space between Lisa’s legs became evident, so we took turns.

“What do you think?” I asked as she has a mouth full of pussy, and all a got back was a moist and muffled “hmm mmm”

Courtney was picking up pace, loosing some of her inhibitions when Lisa suggested something that blindsided me.

Lisa said “I have some lube in that cabinet, why don’t you stick that oversized shaft into you wife’s asshole for me” “I can tell from tonguing her that she’s no stranger to a good ass fucking!” “I think that would be just the thing to loosen her up, just what the Doctor ordered.” “I want to see her pretty face as she takes it hard and deep”

I was no stranger to fucking her there and have to admit it seemed like a great idea. I didn’t hear any objection, so I grabbed the lube and started spreading it on Courtney’s ass and my shaft. I just kept globing the stuff on until I was corrected.

“Just a dab will do you” Lisa blurted, almost laughing.

So I pushed down on Courtney’s hips aligning her ass to the slickened tip of my cock, and as I aimed and pressed with one hand, I softly rubbed at her soft lips and clit with my other. Slowly I pushed and paused watching the cause and effect reflected on how she was licking Lisa’s pussy. Lisa was looking down to see how she was reacting to the growing pressure against her little asshole.

As my cock suddenly took its course Courtney took in a deep breath, and paused, as did I. Once she gained comfort in being opened, she resumed slurping Lisa’s twat, and I pressed on further, inching my way deeper little by little.

I was in to the point where I was pulling her cheeks apart, getting deeper than ever before, it was amazing! Lisa had dirty talked the two of us into the hardest ass fucking session Courtney has ever endured, and she was taking it like a total whore!

Lisa who was orchestrating all activities better than a porn director had her pussy spread wide for me to see, than she began to slide deeper into the couch, bringing her hips closer to the forward edge, than I realized what she was up to when she made her next demand to Courtney:

“Nice licking, now why don’t you show me what I taught you about how to eat ass” “Go ahead and lick it…yeah right there…and when I tell you to, start fucking my ass with your tongue the same way he’s pumping yours…Do it, do it now! Eat me out you filthy whore…mmm deep, make me cum…”

As I watched my wife’s tongue disappear into Lisa’s ass, I began to spasm in eminent orgasm. I picked up my pace and began pounding into Courtney’s sweet ass with a rapid frenzied intensity. Within a moment I was pumping my full load into Courtney’s asshole, as my cock remained fixed deep between her reddened cheeks. I became a spectator again to the women performing before me while still attached in the most deviant of ways.

Lisa was next to cum, she was good at broadcasting her climax giving a play by play on what her body was doing and why:

“Yeah I’m rubbing my clit, rubbing it hard with you deep inside my asshole, pump me with your face, and make me cum, cum on your tongue” “I’m gonna cum so hard on you…mmm feel it, feel it now!” “NOW” “Taste me cumming”

I could see Courtney gasping for air as Lisa had her by the back of the head pulling her in tighter, it was intense! The action than ended almost abruptly with Lisa saying to me:

“Come on lets finish her off, this slut of yours has earned her reward.”

The activity ultimately played out by Lisa using the vibrator from earlier on Courtney. She just slid it over Courtney’s clit for a few seconds and than it was in her, and than just a few seconds later Courtney was cumming. It literally took less than a minute!

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Chapter 1

I first met Beth at the restaurant where we both worked. We were both seniors in high school, both enrolled in colleges, mine about two hundred miles away, Beth’s about one hundred and fifty miles from where we lived but the colleges were only about eighty miles distant from one another.

Any way, Beth and I really hit it off, neither one of us had dated a lot, we both sensed right off that our combined sexual experience wouldn’t make a decent paragraph.

I really fell for Beth, she was always so neat and fresh-looking. Kind of preppy with Izod polo shirts, plaid skirts, sweaters, the whole LL Bean look. And, she filled out these clothes very nicely, as well. She was slender, five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds, just a wonderful figure, a smile that lit up the room and auburn hair that had an amazing sheen. Oh, I was a goner.

We were both waiting tables, that scourge of a job so many high school and college kids get into to try to stash away some savings. Well, we were soon dating, then steadily, then an item. Beth had the use of one of her parent’s cars and she took me home each night after work, where we parked in my driveway and talked and talked for hours.

Slowly, we began to become more involved and began to kiss, then neck and make-out. We both seemed reluctant to risk having the other say, ‘no,’ so we only lightly steamed-up the windows.

Then, one evening after work, we were parked in my driveway necking and she reached down, took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipple which I began rubbing and squeezing through all those layers of fabric. Oh, did I get hard.

She didn’t touch me where I was hoping she would and we just did basically the same thing, neck with a nice feel on the outside of her clothing. That was the rest of our summer together.

Then the fall came and we were off to college.

We talked a lot by phone and email and were able to see each other every three or four weeks and had become very close to each other, sharing our inner selves, our secrets and, yes, talking quite a lot about our love for each other and about sex.

During the first half of our freshman years, we didn’t up the ante much sexually, except that we were now naked above the waist with each other and I was delighted to have Beth’s beautiful breasts to pet and hold, to fondle and kiss and suck. Yes, there were nights when I could hardly walk but I was so happy and in love with both Beth and her breasts, that it was enough.

The big change in our relationship sexually really began with Lauren, Beth’s roommate. Now, before you start going, ‘aha, roommate, threesome, wild, kinky sex parties,’ you can slow way down.

No, Lauren and Beth had become good friends, they had a lot in common, but one thing they didn’t have in common was their sexual experience. Beth, as you know, has had her boobs kissed and sucked, Lauren, well, Lauren told Beth she all about her sexual experience and she was way ahead.

Lauren was very good looking with large breasts that always seemed to attract guys wanting to fuck her and she seemed to welcome most overtures.

Yes, she had paired up in multiples, once with three guys and she and another girl and, then, a rather long-term threesome with two guys. So, Lauren, as soon as she discovered Beth’s lack of experience, began coaching her on how to get an orgasm under just about any circumstance that might ever arise.

The two girls had many long talks about sex and Beth told me some of the details and I also came in for some kidding from Lauren with a never-ending series of ‘cock’ jokes always at my expense and fairly frequent tries to cop a feel of my dick. She was not shy.

After a while, her jokes and jibes became expected and her extreme openness about sex did have the effect of opening Beth and I to expanding our sexual repertoire.

We soon were naked except for our lower underwear and would hump each other to orgasm.

We had been giving each other orgasms this way for some time but I think we knew then that it was just a matter time before we gave each other our virginity.

During this time, Lauren was often out of the dorm, so Beth and I had lots of time together. But, we had also become much more comfortable even when she was there. I often just had my briefs on and the two girls often just wore bras and panties.

Then, Lauren started kidding us with virgin jokes all the time. She just kept it up trying to push us along to having sex. I do know that Beth and Lauren were talking very openly about how far we had gone and Lauren was giving lots and lots of advice.

One Friday after I got there, we had opened a large bottle of Chianti and proceeded to get a bit sloshed.

“Let’s play ‘Strip Poker,’ guys. You two being such virgins Şirinevler escort and all, we’ll keep our underwear on so you’re not scandalized by the ‘wicked’ Lauren.”

Rising to the taunt, we both agreed and she got the cards. In about an hour, I was in my briefs, trying to hold my legs just so to shield my very hard cock. Beth still had on her top, bra and panties, while Lauren was in her bra and panties. Now, her bra left nothing to my imagination, her nipples were easily visible through the sheer fabric.

So, since I was down to my last article of clothing, Beth said that we had played the last hand and tossed her cards into the middle between us.

But Lauren piped up with, “Well, since I’m not the virgin here, I guess I want to play the last hand,” so we did. And, Lauren lost. She snapped open the front of her bra and I gazed upon an absolutely stunning pair of quite large breasts. These were ‘Playboy’ breasts and had nipples poking out that just made me hungry for them. I know, I know, the girl I love is also sitting there and, yes, I love her with all my heart. But my eyes and my cock were riveted to Lauren’s stunning breasts.

“What do you think, Lewis? Nice?”

“Oh, Lauren, you could be in Playboy easily.”

“Well, Beth, how about you? I’ve shown Lewis mine, he’s already seen your’s before and you’ve told me how he loves to suck on them. Well, girl, how about it? It’s just Lewis.”

I looked at Beth and she was reaching behind and as I watched, her bra came off and her lovely breasts came out. Four beautiful breasts, was I in heaven.

Then Lauren stood up and pulled down her panties and stood in front of us wearing only her smile. She could be in Playboy. Nice, slim waist, hips that promised passion, and a perfect plump slit with just a slight glistening of moisture. I thought my dick would burst.

We just sat there dumfounded.

“Come on, you little virgins. Lewis, let’s see that cock of yours. Beth, isn’t it about time he saw all of you? I have and you’re really beautiful. Lewis loves you, honey, show him your body. He’d love to see your pussy.”

We still just sat there.

“Oh, you virgins, loosen up. Get naked, you have to begin sometime, show me that nice, virgin cock, Lewis, and I’ll show Beth how to make you spurt your cum out.”

To tell the truth, I would have done it but I was waiting on Beth to make a move and she didn’t.

“Well, guys. I’m having a little fun,” and she turned and went over to her bedside table and took out a dildo and came back over as she waved it back and forth. She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, spread her legs wide, presenting us with her open pussy, and slid the dildo into her mouth, then right up into her yawning pussy as she said to us, “Umm, this is how it’s done,” and pressed it in until it was almost all up inside her.

Then she began stroking it in and out, all the time looking right at the two of us. I couldn’t help it, I began rubbing the bulge in my briefs and Beth was staring mesmerized at Lauren masturbating for us.

“Mmm, oh, oh,” and Lauren began rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked herself with the dildo.

“Ew, yeah. Mmm, uh, uh, oh, oh, feels so good. Nice and deep, um, yeah,” as she stroked faster and faster, rubbing her clit round and round.

“Oh, YES, YES, UMMM, UUHN, uh, uh, uh, oh, mmm.”

She lay there for a few minutes slowly stroking in and out as we sat there stunned at what we had witnessed. Then, suddenly, she jumped up, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and said, “The place is yours, have fun,” and left.

As she pulled the door closed behind her, Beth looked at me and said, “Wow, that was something. Maybe she’s right,” and she pulled her panties down, then reached over and pulled mine off.

Beth jumped up over me and began kissing me running her tongue all around my mouth and her hands all around my body. I felt her grip my cock then pull up off my mouth and kiss my neck, then chest, working her way quickly down to my cock which she kissed the head of, then opened her lips and took it inside and began to suck me.

“Oh, Beth, oh, honey, mmm, that’s wonderful. Oh, you’re making me feel so good, so good.”

I was so wound-up by that point, I felt an orgasm rocketing up.

“OH, OH, BETH, OH, I’M…UUN, uuh, uh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much.”

She didn’t stop sucking me, so I coaxed her into a sixty-nine position tugging her leg up over me and she pressed down over me as I felt her wet pussy touch my mouth. Oh, wonderful, I thought, as I licked and kissed as I brought my hands up and began running my fingertips along the edges of her pussy.

Then, I pulled her pussy apart to lick up and down as it lay open over me. Beth began to moan rather loudly, something that was new between the Ataköy escort two of us, and she began moving her hips around obviously greatly enjoying what I was doing.

“OH, LEWIS, OH, OH, UUUH, uuuh, uh, oh, I am so happy, Lewis, that feels so good. I want us to do this lots and lots,” as she ground her wetness into my face.

“Oh, Lewis, I love you so much. Oh, so much.”

“I love you, too, Beth, I love you the most I possibly can. I want us to be together forever. You are so wonderful. I love everything there is about you. Oh, and your body. Oh, I want you so much now.”

“Mmm, you’re gonna get a lot of my body from now on, a lot.”

The rest of the weekend we gave each other oral sex numerous times and masturbated each other many times. Beth loves to jack me off and have my cum splatter all over her breasts, then rub her breasts all over my chest.

We also discussed intercourse, all the ins and outs, so to speak, what to use for protection, when we would do it, what we wanted to try, just lots of things. We would get some condoms for next weekend and on Monday, Beth would go to the clinic and get on the pill, we were ready.

Chapter 2

We talked all week about having sex, what we wanted to do, how we wanted the atmosphere and ambiance, everything. I took an earlier bus and as I got off, Beth was there with open arms. As we kissed, I became aware that something was missing…her bra.

“Bethie, you forgot your bra,” I whispered in her ear as we hugged. She let go, stood back and asked, “Like my new look?”

“What do you think?” I said, nodding down to the bulge in my pants. Ah, we were off to a perfect start.

When we got to her room, Lauren was there and she gave us both kisses and handed us a fancy bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses and told us to enjoy our weekend, she’d see Beth on Monday. She then leaned over to me and said, “Just take it nice and slow, Lewis. You know that but I’m just reminding you. I’ll be thinking of you two all weekend.”

Well, it looks like Lauren is in on our plans.

Beth had candles all set out and flowers. Her bed was covered with decorator pillows and towels and there was a nice aroma in the room. I put down my overnight bag with the new box of condoms lurking inside and she showed me the package of spermicide she had bought for a little extra protection. Good thinking.

We went for dinner at the college cafeteria and ate in a far corner to try to keep the evening’s romantic mood alive.

I got the champagne out of the fridge and opened it and we rather quickly sipped our way through half of it. The candles were lit, the music cued up and I slowly began unbuttoning Beth’s shirt as we kissed. I kissed downward along her shoulders and the top of her breasts, then on to her hard nipples.

Beth was busy taking my shirt off and began to caress my chest and back, then moved her hands up to my head and brought my head down further onto her breasts.

She reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans, then bent down and tugged them to the floor and helped me step out of them. I pulled Beth’s skirt and panties off, then she pulled down my briefs which were strained holding me in. As I tossed her panties aside, I felt their wetness and knew how much she was anticipating our lovemaking.

I lifted her up and placed her on the bed and lay down next to her as we continued kissing and feeling each other. I was enthralled sucking her nipples as she fondled my cock and I began kissing and licking my way down to her navel which I tongued, down her abdomen, then along her slit. She moaned and put her hands down to spread her labia and whispered, “Lick me inside, Lewis, eat me.”

I got down between her legs and licked and tongued her as she sat up holding herself open watching me. I looked up at her and she was smiling with a far-away look in her eyes.

“Oh, Lewis, oh, you make me so happy. That feels so good. Oh, I want to do you, please, I want to,” and she got up over me and took my dick in her hand and began licking circles all around the tip. Oh, I think Lauren has been coaching her. She then licked up and down the shaft and, as I watched, my cock disappeared completely in her mouth as she started sucking up and down.

“Oh, Beth, that feels so good, oh, so good. I really can’t wait. I want us to make love, oh, I want you so bad.”

She got up and said that we needed to get ready and she took the gel and put a plunger-full up into her as I rolled on my first condom.

We toasted each other with another sip of champagne and then I laid her back down and she spread her legs wide, pulled her knees up some and I got up between them and began to kiss her lips, neck, breasts and belly, then, Beth took hold of me and guided my dick to her opening. The gel was pretty slippery and, of Bakırköy escort course, she was very wet anyway, so when I pushed, the tip end of my cock went inside her with little resistance.

“Mmm, I feel you inside me. Just the end, right?”

“So far. Is it okay?”

“Oh, yes, just go ahead.”

I pushed in some more and went back and forth for several minutes and, soon, I was all the way inside.

“Well, that wasn’t bad,” she said, “Not like some girls have told me.”

I was now taking nice, long, slow strokes in and out and it felt wonderful. I have never, ever, felt anything this good.

“Oh, Lewis, I can’t believe how wonderful this feels. Oh, you just fill me up so good. Promise me you’ll love me and fuck me all of my life.”

“Oh, I do love you, I love you so much. This is a perfect way for us to love each other. I’m glad we waited but I’m glad we’re doing it.”

“Mmm, oh, Lauren was right, once you’ve done it, you’ll want to do it every possible moment after. I wanna see, see you going in and out of me,” and she sat up some and we worked around so she was sitting in my lap facing me and when we leaned back on our elbows, we could watch our fucking. There was some blood but she had put down some towels under the sheets.

“We’re no longer virgins, Lewis, we’re fucking and I love to watch you go in and out of me. Oh, it’s wonderful,” and she leaned forward and we kissed deeply.

“I know what I want,” she said, as she rolled over and got up and squatted over me.

“I want on top,” as she led me into her as she sat down over me. When she started moving up and down, I thought I might pass out it felt so good.

“Oh, Bethie, that is incredible. Nothing could ever feel better than this.”

“Mmm, I really like it, too. Lauren was right. She said she loves being on top and that I should try it. Oh, do you get up nice and deep inside me. It’s just a whole new feeling. Oh, Lewis.”

She would raise herself up to where my dick almost came out of her, almost out, then, slowly, oh so slowly lower herself back down taking me all the way inside her. It was heavenly. She just kept going slowly up and down, the feelings were fantastic. I could tell that I was getting near an orgasm.

“Hon, I’m really close. It just feels so good, I’m almost…OOH, OOH, uuh. uuh, oh, Beth, oh, honey, I love you so much. So much,” and I pulled her down to kiss her over and over.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“No, but that’s okay. Don’t worry. Let’s just enjoy each other’s bodies. Maybe you should put on a new condom,” so she got up off me and I pulled off the old condom and rolled on a new one.

She got back over me and lowered down, then reached back and held me as she pressed down. I did slowly slide up into her and then she started rocking back and forth once again. I had cummed not long before but it still felt just about as good as the first time.

“Mmm, do you feel good. This is so good.”

Then, she pushed hard down pressing me as far inside her as I could go, and began to twist her hips around grinding down on me. Probably more advice from Lauren, the expert.

“Feel good?”

“Oh, Beth, yes, oh, yes, it sure does. Wonderful. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“Good, good, I love making you cum. Feels good when you do, huh?”

“Especially when I’m deep inside you like this. I’m not far off.”

“Mmm, just go ahead, I want you to. I want you to be happy.”

“Oh, I’ve never thought I’d ever be this happy. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much. Oh, oh, UUN, uuh, uuh, uuh, oh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much,” and she dropped forward over me and covered my face with kisses. She was crying.

“Beth, honey, what’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just so happy, that’s all, just hold me, Lewis, just hold me tight. I’m so happy.”

We lay there for some time, my cock still inside her, a bit less erect than before but still feeling very good. She got off me and I pulled off the condom and we lay there naked in each other’s arms and lovingly and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

We woke dreamily Sunday morning about nine and lay there holding each other, kissing, petting, fondling. Then a mad dash to each respective bathroom for a quick clean-up and returned to her room.

“Look what was in the girl’s bathroom with our name on it,” she said, holding a fresh bottle of champagne and a beautiful bowl of fresh strawberries.

“The note says, ‘Congrats, Love, Lauren.’ Isn’t she sweet?”

I put the wine to chill in the fridge and we went back to bed knowing I had to be at the bus station for the three o’clock bus back to my college.

The champagne, all the strawberries and three condoms were all utilized in the remaining hours of our time together.

Beth didn’t have an orgasm the first weekend but as she was kissing me goodbye at the station, she pulled my hand up under her skirt, pressed it to her bare, wet pussy and said, “I’ll see you next weekend, remember, you owe me an orgasm.” I came back the next weekend and she did have an orgasm. And three more as a bonus.

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“Who can explain the Avogadro Constant to me?” asked Professor Schilling, as she set down her notes and scanned the class for volunteers.

Jay bit his lip and raised his hand, and braced for the inevitable wisecrack.

Sure enough, it came. “Jay!” exclaimed the professor. “It’s a miracle!”

“Never mind, then,” Jay said, putting his hand down and doing his best to ignore the titters from elsewhere in the room. Worst of all, he feared he might have heard Kathy’s laugh among them. But he didn’t dare look back to the corner where his lab partner always sat with her pal Jen to see if they were joining in the gaiety at his expense.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jay,” Professor Schilling said. When the laughing didn’t stop with her apology, she added, “That’s enough!” in a firmer voice. “I’m glad you’re trying harder to participate, Jay. You’re right, I shouldn’t pick on you for that. Now, can you explain the Avogadro Constant?”

Jay forced a smile through his irritation; he did appreciate the apology, after all. “The amount of…sorry, I did study this last night, but I had to read it about five times to make any sense of it…the amount of molecules per mole?”

“Close,” the professor said. “Not necessarily molecules, and it’s in the amount of substance in one mole, but you’ve got the right idea. Those of you who were laughing just now, did you know that?”

Silence. Jay’s annoyance turned to bittersweet satisfaction.

“That’s what I thought,” she continued. “We’re going to be working with it on Wednesday and most of your next problem set will involve it, so I suggest you all follow Jay’s lead and try to make some sense of it between now and then, understood?” With that she gave the entire class her patented don’t-you-dare-disappoint-me look. She then dismissed the class, but added, “Jay, can I have a moment before you go?”

“Of course,” Jay said. He turned to his friend Bill and shrugged.

“I’ll wait for you out in the hall, guy,” Bill said.

Jay nodded and finally dared a look in Kathy’s direction, and was thrilled to see she was already looking at him. She grinned and gave him a triumphant thumbs-up as she and Jen filed out of the room with the others. Bill followed, gazing longingly after Jen as always.

“Jay, I just wanted to apologize again,” Professor Schilling said as soon as they were alone. “I know class participation doesn’t come naturally to you. Good for you for trying.”

“Thanks,” Jay said. “I have to admit you had me feeling damned if I do, damned if I don’t for a minute there.”

“Damned if you don’t? Have I ever given you a hard time about not participating, Jay?”

“Yes,” Jay said with a look that was bolder than he felt. “Well, it wasn’t you, it was Professor Blake, that time last semester when he came by during class and got in my face…’Jay, shhhh, quiet down!’ But you did agree with him. You said, ‘Yep, we can never shut him up!'”

“I’m sorry, Jay, I don’t remember that, but I believe you,” Professor Schilling said. “But I am sorry if you felt picked on.”

“Honestly, I’m used to it,” Jay said. “All through high school, just about all my teachers gave me a hard time about not talking more. You’re the first one ever to apologize, though, so thanks for that.”

“You’re a good student,” she replied. “Lots of improvement since last fall. Don’t let an arrogant jerk like me convince you otherwise just because you’re shy, okay?” She offered a conciliatory smile, which he couldn’t help returning.

“Aw…thanks, Ms. Schilling.” He thought of adding that Kathy deserved credit for most of the improvement, but opted not to. She probably knew that already anyway.

Out in the hall, Bill had positioned himself at a safe distance from Jen when he saw her waiting outside the women’s restroom. Pretending to read the bulletin board, he was innocuous enough to go unnoticed but close enough to overhear the conversation that resumed when Kathy came out of the bathroom. “So did you teach Jay about the what’s-his-name constant?” Jen asked her.

“No!” Kathy’s pride in her lab partner was evident. “I mean, I know what the Avogadro Constant is, but I didn’t tell him. I haven’t even talked to him since last week’s lab! He’s really improved a lot. Every week it feels more like we’re a team instead of me supporting him, you know?”

“No doubt he just couldn’t stand getting his ass kicked by a girl,” Jen said, as they both headed for the exit. Bill, despite his offer to wait for Jay, followed at an inconspicuous distance and tuned in to every word about his old friend.

“He’s not like that, Jen,” Kathy said. “Honestly, I was expecting that at first, last fall when he didn’t know anything about chem. But he never gave me a hard time about it no matter how on the ball I was and how clueless he was. I do think he started studying harder because of that, but I don’t think he was jealous.”

“Kathy, no offense, but you’re awfully naïve about men,” Jen said. “They hate it when we’re smarter than they are! Etiler escort Why do you think you never get a date?”

“Because I’m too busy and I don’t want to go out and get drunk on the weekend anyway?” Kathy asked. “And Jay doesn’t hate me. He was thrilled when I aced the final last term. He only got a B on it, but he was happy with that. And I was happy for him — he worked awfully hard for it.”

“God, listen to you, girl!” Jen said. “You sound just like the princesses in those Laura Stanford novels you love so much!”

“That’s Laura Stewart, and she doesn’t write about princesses, Jen!”

“Whatever,” Jen said. “I don’t get you sometimes, Kathy. I love you, but I don’t get you. You’re a genius in this science stuff the rest of us barely understand, kicking everyone’s ass in chem, but you love these silly romance novels that are probably aimed at housewives who can barely read!”

“We all have our guilty pleasures,” Kathy said. “Laura Stewart is mine. She gets me where it matters most.” Right between my legs, she added silently. Jen would never understand. No one who got dates as easily as she did would understand. Once again Kathy was tempted to spill the beans to Jen about what she so often got up to with her Laura Stewart novels when she had their room to herself, but once again cooler heads prevailed.

“Right,” Jen acknowledged, “In any case, I know men, Kathy. Just wait, sooner or later he’s either going to blow you off or try to get in your pants. Or maybe both.”

Bill had heard enough for now. The very idea that Jay would ever make a pass at anyone made him want to laugh out loud, and then Jen would know he’d been eavesdropping on her. So as the two women stepped out into the early spring afternoon, he lingered just inside the doors and looked back to see if Jay had made his escape. He had, and was catching up on Bill now.

Bill supposed he ought to apologize for not waiting. But he didn’t. Instead he said, “So, called on the carpet, Jay?”

“Only for an apology for making fun of me,” Jay said proudly. “Anytime you want to do that, I’m all ears.” Bill had been Jay’s best friend since the eighth grade, but he had also been a steady source of obnoxious comments about Jay’s shyness.

“Apology for what, making fun of you for crawling out of your shell for once?” Bill said. “You’ve got a long way to go before that’s gonna stop, guy. At least with as long as I’ve known you, Mister Blushing Flower!”

“Fuck you very much, and thanks for waiting.”

“I had a good excuse for not waiting,” Bill said. He pointed ahead at Jen and Kathy, who were now well out of earshot on their way back to their dorm. “Got a date with Jen!”

“Really?” Jay looked so happy for his friend that Bill almost felt guilty. Jay could be just as gullible as he was shy. “Congratulations, man.”

“Thank you. That does mean you’ll have to find something else to do next Saturday than hang on me all night, though.”

“Maybe I’ll ask Kathy out,” Jay said. “We could even double date.”

“Jen won’t want the two of you hanging on with us, guy!” Bill protested. “Besides, no way it could ever happen between the two of you. She’s shyer than you and that’s awful damn shy, my friend! I don’t see how you could ever even have a conversation, you’d probably both just sit there cowering in opposite corners.”

“Still waters run deep,” Jay protested. “And it’d sure be nice to be with someone who knows what it’s like to put up with stupid comments like that. You think I can just choose not to be shy?”

“Ain’t gonna happen, Jay. Besides, you think a girl like that would put out?”

“Oh, grow up,” Jay grumbled, his goodwill from his little victory in class now dissipating. “We’re not high school kids anymore, and I’m not the kind of guy who’s only after one thing.”

“You’re not the kind of guy who’d ever say so, I’ll give you that.”

“Whatever. Anyway, if you asked Jen out and she said yes, how come you’re not up there chatting her up now?”

“I would be, but some other guys overheard us talking and started in with ‘Billy’s got a girlfriend.’ Like you said, this isn’t high school.”

“What do you care about that?” Jay asked. “Don’t you want everyone to think she is your girlfriend?”

“I didn’t like what they were implying. Anyway, I’m gonna hit the gym, all right?” He flexed a muscle. “I told you I’m going out for football next semester, right?”

“Hope you’re going there to practice throwing the ball, then, Bill. You’re way too small to be anything but a quarterback.”

“Who asked you? Listen, don’t be a fool and ask Kathy out, huh? You and her, you’re way too much alike. And frankly, I don’t want you hanging around while Jen and I are trying to be a couple of adults getting to know one another better.”

Jay shook his head and said nothing else as they parted ways. Bill may have been a smartass, but he had known Jay a long time — the only one on their campus who had gone to high school with him Beşiktaş escort — and Jay had long since accepted that kind of loyalty was worth its salt.

On the other side of campus, Jen had at least stopped berating Kathy as they got back to their room. “No hard feelings about me coming home drunk Saturday night, I hope?”

“I told you, I didn’t even notice,” Kathy said. “I was already asleep, remember?”

“Course you were. I just felt guilty about it because I know that’s not your scene, Kathy. It’s just that Brett kept me out a little too late Thursday night — I kept telling him I still had to do my bio lab report for Friday afternoon and write a five-page paper for poli-sci but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, you know how men are — and then Friday was such a day from hell. I spent the whole day in my pajamas and no bra, typing up a storm and then running around to get it all printed out and submitted. No time to even call Brett, but that was all he deserved after keeping me out Thursday night anyway.” As they stepped into their room, Kathy shut the door behind them and Jen tossed her backpack triumphantly onto her bed. She gathered up some other books off her desk. “Sorry to ditch you here, dear, but I’m going to head off to the library before Brett turns up. I don’t want another Friday like that!”

“No problem,” Kathy said. “I’ve got plenty of studying to do anyway.”

“I so envy you, being able to study right here with everything going on,” Jen said. She took one last admiring look at her brilliant roommate, dressed fetchingly by her standards in tight jeans and a ruffly floral top, her frizzy brown hair looking almost out of control yet endearing in its own way, and those silly thick glasses barely balancing on her nose. Must do something about that, really, for her own good. “Want to go for makeovers in town on Thursday?” she asked.

“I’m busy all day Thursday,” Kathy said. “But don’t let me stop you.”

“Friday, then?”

“Friday is your hell day, isn’t it?”

“Not if Brett leaves me alone Thursday night.”

“He won’t, Jen, you know that!”

Jen laughed. “Eh, you’re right. But we ought to do it one of these days, okay?”

“We’ll see, Jen. I’ve got to get to work, okay?”

“Yeah, me too. If Brett comes by, could you tell him I’ll call him tonight?”

“Of course.” Kathy sat down on her bed and opened her chemistry book to a random page, hoping her friend would take the hint.

At long last, she did. “See you for dinner?” Jen said as she opened the door.

“Of course,” Kathy said without looking up.

Once she heard the door click, Kathy heaved a sigh of relief and got up to lock it (which Jen never did). After a look out the peephole confirmed that Jen wasn’t coming back for the time being, Kathy pulled down the window shades and unbuttoned her jeans.

Bill was probably right about Kathy, Jay admitted to himself as he climbed the stairs back at his dorm. Kathy was brilliant and patient, a great lab partner, and she’d inspired Jay to improve his chem grade from barely passing to a solid B last fall — he intended to pull an A this time around, one way or another — but he was just her lab partner. And just what would she think of him if he asked her out after all she’d done to help him — that he was only using her or worse? No, all that would come of it was destroying the nice memories they’d already made studying together. Jay wasn’t going to let that happen!

And yet, they did get along so well! Always so fetching in her colorful skirts and tops, always ready with a smile and an encouraging word when he finally wrapped his mind around something or other in chem lab, never giving him a hard time about his lack of the gift of gab, and so very down to earth in a way hardly anyone else he’d met on campus was. Though he’d never even hugged her in real life, he hadn’t been able to resist imagining them in bed time and again lately, and he had no doubt it would be pure and beautiful.

It was never to be, like Bill had said. And so when Jay arrived at his room and found his roommate gone, he told himself he shouldn’t give in. Even as he locked the door and unbuckled his pants and set his hard cock free, he told himself to think of some other woman to imagine. But it was no use. There was Kathy yet again, in a frilly dress and watching with an intense smile as he lifted it up and caressed her breasts, belly, sides and…he couldn’t bring himself to use the word. But he imagined how it felt all the same, warm and wet and welcoming and ever so responsive as he caressed her into a whirlwind of pleasure. Once again she lay back on her bed and beckoned to him, and enveloped him in a heavenly feminine embrace, and exhaled one appreciative “ooohhhhh” after another as they made love in slow motion. Once again he could envision her beautiful face lost in the throes of wonderful sensation as she came.

And once again Jay came for real at that moment.

As he opened his eyes and Taksim escort folded up the tissue he’d come in, he already felt his resolve slipping. What did Bill know?!

But Jay didn’t want Kathy thinking he was only after sex or after an A in chemistry. As he zipped his jeans back up, Jay made a resolution. Somehow — he didn’t yet know how — he would shore up his own grade enough to impress Kathy. Then it would be safe to ask her out!

Sooner or later, Jen would probably find out what Kathy did nearly every time she had the room to herself. Kathy knew that all too well. She wouldn’t mind that, she was quite sure, but she could do without the inevitable barrage of comments about how she ought to just find a boyfriend if she was that horny, and who knew she was in touch with herself at all when she didn’t even like guys seeing her in her bathrobe?

Kathy had nothing against guys seeing her in her bathrobe in reality. Like a lot of things her roommate thought about her, she wasn’t sure where Jen had gotten that idea. But she had, and she never shut up about it.

Now, though, wasn’t the time to worry about Jen. With some precious time to herself, Kathy was free to slip her panties off and let her imagination run wild. Having known for years that she wasn’t a classical beauty and would never be the life of the party, she had long since learned to handle her own smoldering desires. If no man worth his salt was ever going to be interested in a nerd like her in real life, there were opportunities aplenty in her imagination.

Jay had set her heart aflutter in class with his almost-correct answer and standing up to the professor’s nonsense — Kathy was so proud of him for coming so far so fast! But she couldn’t lust after him — she just couldn’t. The way he always treated her in lab, polite and funny and a perfect gentleman but always at arm’s length, he obviously thought she was just a nerd. So as she lay back on her bed with the latest Laura Stewart book in one hand and the other teasing her pussy, Kathy cast her imagination into greener pastures.

Thanks to a floormate’s offhand mention at lunchtime of going for a swim later on, the opportunity that had been tickling Kathy’s fancy all afternoon was with Greg, the lifeguard at the town pool back home. His sandy blond hair and rippling chest wrapped tightly in a pool-issue tank top had always been appealing, but it was those wonderfully tight swim trunks that had melted her every time, leaving nothing whatsoever to the imagination. Many a summer’s afternoon back home had seen Kathy rubbing herself into a tizzy as she imagined helping Greg out of those trunks, cradling his hard cock ever so gently in her hands, rubbing it against her pussy lips…sometimes even taking him inside her. More often as she’d grown older, she had included that.

Today was no exception. No matter how bookish and nerdy she was in real life, Kathy had no difficulty in imagining herself as a sensuous treasure who could work handsome Greg into a tizzy with her passionate lovemaking, and once again she did. Having relieved him of his bikini briefs, she now felt her own clothing dissolve and his strong but gentle hands all over her body and she gave in to the passionate groans she so longed to offer up to someone in real life. Gazing into his eyes with nothing but confidence in her body and her technique, she ground him into an orgasm that had him wailing in the loveliest way.

That was all Kathy needed for the real thing to happen to her. Though she was well-versed in keeping it quiet, this time she did let out a satisfied grunt. That brought her rubbing to a stop, and for a moment she lay silent with two fingers buried in her vagina, terrified that she’d been overheard. Once she was satisfied that her secret was safe, Kathy felt a wave of resentment — just what was the harm if anyone did know she masturbated?

Absolutely nothing, of course. But it would bring about more judgmental ribbing from Jen and her other friends. Kathy didn’t need that, thank you very much. Somewhere on this campus, there was bound to be a guy who’d be delighted with her just as she was, glasses and lack of the gift of gab and all, but she didn’t need anyone pushing her to find him.

I don’t need anyone judging me for this, either, she thought, giving her pussy a final caress before getting back to studying. That moan had felt good — why feel guilty about it? From now on, she vowed, no more trying to hide her pleasure on these studybreaks!

By the time dinner rolled around, Jay had forgiven Bill for his nonsense but had not lost his newfound resolve to ask Kathy out sometime. As he walked to the dining hall, he was almost looking forward to Bill’s latest puffed-up baloney about becoming a football hero. But he was more concerned with how he was going to impress Kathy.

Jay didn’t see Bill in the dining hall anywhere. But he did see Dennis, the weird senior from the other end of his floor, sitting alone as usual. The only student Jay had met thus far who made him feel like a regular chatterbox, Dennis never spoke unless spoken to. But he’d always been nice enough when Jay had talked to him or (more often) seen anyone else do so. A chem major, if Jay remembered correctly, and all at once he had a plan.

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All during high school I pursued a beautiful, but overprotected Catholic girl who really had little or no romantic interest in me. This situation provided me with little opportunity to experience the kinds of sexual encounters I fantasized about, thus I was still rather naïve and inexperienced when the same beautiful girl was leaving my life for good several years after high school. We had kept in touch and even dated occasionally and at the age of 23 she was moving to the West Coast to study alternative medicine. We were enjoying a last date together and I pleaded my case to allow me one opportunity to consummate the great passion I had for her. Bridget fended off my advances, even when I suggested what I hoped was an irresistible offer to perform oral sex on her. I really thought she might find this prospect as great a temptation as I did, and I kind of figured if she didn’t have to do anything but enjoy, then maybe she would go along. But this too met with her gentle, but unwavering refusal.

As I was prepared to leave, feeling frustrated and defeated, she stood with me in the entry hall of her old downtown apartment and we shared a long smoldering kiss. As our lips parted I whispered one more time how desperately I needed to make love with her, taste her, lick her. She lay her head on my shoulder and sighed sadly. “You have shown me more love and gentleness than any man I’ve known, more than I’ve deserved, and I wish I could have returned it. But you’ve never really understood me.” She paused to study my expression from the fathomless depths of her wide brown eyes. “Has it ever occurred to you that I may not be the delicate, innocent child you imagine me to be? That I don’t want that? That I don’t want you begging to serve me?” She noted my hurt expression and quickly added, “No, I guess it wouldn’t. And yet, all that loyalty and love should not be completely unrewarded.” She kissed me quickly, then laughed softly and whispered, “I can’t give you what you’re asking for, but I think maybe I can do something you’ll like.”

Bridget teasingly unbuttoned my shirt, slid her fingers down my chest and began tugging at my belt. At this point I should probably explain that I had had one previous, rather disastrous romantic relationship, predictably with another young Catholic girl who, after much persuading, finally allowed me to perform cunnilingus on her but refused all other forms of sexual contact. After seeing me naked and aroused on one occasion, she proclaimed that I was abnormally well endowed and would cause her physical pain (and permanent harm) if she were to have sex with me. She succeeded in convincing me that I was something of a freak. For these reasons I was very self-conscious about my size, and totally unprepared for Bridget’s intentions.

Bridget fumbled my belt open and tugged down my fly. She kissed me and probed my mouth with her tongue while pushing my pants off my hips. My erection tented my black boxer shorts and throbbed against her belly. She gave a sexy laugh and whispered, “I think you like it already.” I would have been in paradise if she had grabbed on to my cock with her delicate hand and jerked me off, and I really was hoping for and expecting nothing more when she began to tug on the waistband of my shorts. I helped her push my shorts down and my fully rigid erection sprang upward. Bridget stared down at it for several long seconds and I heard her whisper under her breath, “Oh God!” She brushed her fingertips along the top of my shaft and lightly caressed the head making me throb harder than I already was. “It’s really huge,” she said wistfully.

“I guess,” I muttered. “Sorry,” I added, thinking her reaction would be similar to my previous girlfriend’s.

“Sorry? Why?” she asked, still lightly stroking her fingers along the length of the topside of my shaft. She ran her tongue up the side of my neck and whispered in my ear “I think it’s hot. You’re so hard. And so big.” Bridget slipped from my arms, gently kissed her way down my chest, and crouched in front of me. My bobbing erection brushed the warm skin of her cheek and she looked up at me to whisper, “I always wondered what it would be like to suck a really big one.” I stared incredulously and stupidly murmured “What?” She gave a sultry laugh and asked “Can I suck it?” and not waiting for an answer she began wetly kissing the head of my dick as she massaged my thighs with her hands. I thought I would blow my load the instant she began to circle the throbbing end of my cock with her soft pink tongue, but I closed my eyes and fought back the rushing in my loins. The sensations only increased and opening my eyes I looked down to see that Bridget had parted her lips and was shallowly admitting the flared crown of Etiler escort my erection into her hot mouth. She heard my heavy breathing and slipped my dick out her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft. She did this for several minutes, staring into my eyes while massaging my cock with her tongue and bathing the head in her warm saliva. “What do you like?” she moaned. Having no experience I also had no answer but to groan in agonized pleasure as she again opened her mouth and let the head sink past her lips.

Her teeth grazed the shaft as she pressed forward and several inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. The knot holding her silky brown tresses fell loose and her hair spilled around her face and shoulders as she bobbed her mouth up and down my dick making it glisten with her wetness. My excitement surpassed mere arousal and I watched transfixed as she orally ingested more and more of my turgid pole. I felt my dick bump against the opening of her throat and she emitted a gurgling moan and slipped her mouth off my cock. A thick string of glistening saliva connected her lower lip to my throbbing organ and her lips were wet with spit and my oozing precum. She stroked my slippery tool with both hands and looking up at me said, “I never did this with one so big. Am I doing okay?”

“Oh god, you have to ask? Fantastic!” I answered, and repeating her question I asked, “What do you like?”

“Hmmmm. I love getting it in my mouth.” she purred. “I like a guy to put me in my place, and do it to me. You know. . . . . . fuck my mouth?” She paused and gently bit her lower lip while studiously assessing my organ. “But I’m not sure my mouth is big enough for you,” she said uncertainly and coyly added, “Wanna try? You wanna fuck my mouth?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. My angel liked to be fucked in her mouth; was asking me to fuck her mouth. I found I was staring down at her in disbelief. “Still think I’m so innocent?” she teased and began to rub the sloppy end of my organ around her lips and cheeks. “Mmmmm, come on!” she taunted. “Fuck me!” I reached down and grasped the root of my dick with my right hand. I pushed Bridget’s hair from her face so I could watch her and she moaned “Oh yeah” as I gathered up a handful of her hair in my left hand and guided my twitching pole toward her open mouth. I pushed the helmet between her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accept my girth. Her tongue danced around the head until I pressed deeper in and began to slowly piston back and forth inside her mouth stretching her lips wider. I pulled free and saliva dribbled out of her open lips. “Like that?” I asked. “MmmHmm,” she moaned. “Fuck my mouth just like that!” I stuffed my cock back in her wet mouth and pumped the head between her lips. Bridget took her hands from my thighs and gazed innocently up into my eyes while I plugged her sweet lips full of my throbbing maleness. She reached behind her neck and untied the slender straps holding up the front of her low-cut dress and pushed the soft fabric away from her small, firm breasts. She cupped a breast in each hand and fondled her hardened nipples as I continued to pump her face with mounting intensity.

I stroked faster and deeper. The harder I fucked her face the more Bridget moaned. I pulled out and she gasped for breath but reached instantly for my sloppy pole. Saliva dripped from her parted lips and my glistening shaft, coating the soft skin between her petite breasts. Levering my cock up against my belly, she kissed the tip and slid her lips down the shaft and swirled her tongue around my tightening balls. “Do you like me sucking your cock?” she gasped and pounced on my stalk again, forcing the head to the back of her mouth. She strained forward and I felt the crown press into the opening of her throat. Bridget gurgled incoherently as she slipped the thick, wet end of my prick in and out of her tender throat. She backed off slightly for a second and sucked air in around the meat filling her mouth and then again forced it back into her throat. She managed to impale herself around all but two or three inches at the root of my staff before she had to relent or gag. A heavy wad of saliva spilled from her open lips as she pulled my cock out of her mouth.

She gazed at my thoroughly spit-soaked and reddened erection for a moment, then studiously licked and sucked the head before treating me to several long, slow stokes, stuffing the head down her throat and engulfing more than half my length on each stroke. Finally she paused and I noticed that she had slipped a hand under her skirt. She closed her eyes and held my cockhead tightly between her lips while she shuddered and quietly climaxed. After a moment she opened Beşiktaş escort her eyes and released my cock. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, “Sucking always gets me so hot. What makes you cum?”

I was almost too stunned to speak. Nothing in my experience had prepared me for this moment. “Uh, yeah. Okay,” I muttered stupidly. “Okay, what?” she laughed. “Usually a guy cums as soon as I do deepthroat. I hope you don’t want that. You’re just too big for me to really deepthroat all the way.”

“No.” I said. “It’s great; what you were doing. I just didn’t know you wanted me to cum.”

“Isn’t that what this is all about?” she asked innocently. She opened her mouth and sucked me quickly and shallowly for a few moments and then added, “Cum for me.” She resumed sucking, focusing her attention on exerting pressure with her lips and creating suction with her cheeks. She would pause and run her tongue over the sensitive glans just under the tip and then stroke me deeply in and out of her mouth. Knowing she wanted me to cum seemed to release some inner reservation and I felt cum begin to boil up into my shaft. Bridget seemed to sense it too. My cock grew even harder as she held her mouth wide open urging me to plunge it into her wet throat. I was holding her hair back and cradling the back of her head with both hands as I deeply fucked her, the flared helmet popping in and out of her throat with a liquid smack and her mouth quivering when I suddenly reached the point of no return. “I’m cumming!” I moaned. With a spasm of lust my bulging testicles blasted a thick wad of scalding semen against the back of her throat. Bridget suddenly backed off and slipped my spasming penis out of her mouth, wrapped her delicate fingers around my bucking shaft and held the head a fraction of an inch before her lips jacking me off in her face. A second immense wad of semen exploded from my engorged prick. It burst against her slightly parted lips, splashing into her hot mouth, and was immediately followed by two more thick gobs that splattered her right cheek, streaked her dark hair and spotted her forehead. The following squirt missed her face and struck the wall behind her head with an audible splat. She gagged slightly and coughed, cum and saliva dribbling out of her mouth as more of my fresh semen blasted against her neck and squirted over her parted lips. Then she rubbed her face against the twitching flesh of my cock and smeared the last several wads all over her lips, nose and chin.

Cum smeared her startled face and open lips as she looked up at me in surprise. “You cum big too!” she giggled. She reached up to encircle my still twitching shaft with her soft fingers. As it began to soften slightly she popped it back into her mouth and deeply sucked it, making me groan and jerk my hips. Pausing for a second she looked up at me. Freshly blasted semen dripped from her lips and oozed between her tits. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the sloppy end of my organ, swirling her tongue under the sensitive tip making the shaft twitch and jump. She giggled again and leaned back on her heels. My cock hung thick, glistening and half-limp before her open lips, strings of slippery ejaculate and saliva connecting my throbbing penis to her messy mouth.

Bridget glanced down and exclaimed “Ooooo! My dress!” and quickly stood up to step out of the soft fabric bunched around her waist. She held her dress carefully away from her body with one hand as she stood before me. Splattered cum and saliva clung to her firm breasts and erect nipples, smeared down her abdomen towards her navel. A gooey mess of slippery gobs clung to her chin, her lips, her right cheek and across her nose. For a moment she allowed me to gaze at her perfect form clad only in very skimpy white string bikini panties, white heels, a gold choker necklace, and the results of my lust. Then she whispered, “I’ll be right back” and slipped away toward her bedroom.

I watched her move away, my head still swimming in an erotic fog. Slowly I gathered my wits enough to pull up my pants and move back into her living room to sit on the couch. In a few minutes Bridget came back to join me. She had pulled on a tiny, cropped white tee shirt that barely covered her pert breasts but left her flat belly and scantily clad bottom otherwise exposed. She had tied her hair back with a white satin ribbon and washed the slippery mess off her face. She had left on her white-heeled sandals. She kissed me deeply as she snuggled in next to me on the couch. My shirt was still open and she lightly caressed my skin and shyly whispered, “I hope you don’t think I’m a slut now. I don’t normally let a guy cum all over my face, you know.” She lightly caressed my tingling organ through the Taksim escort fabric of my pants with the palm of her small hand. She paused and looked down at her hand cradling my balls and bit her lower lip seductively. “You’re getting all aroused again already aren’t you,” she laughed. She traced her fingertips lightly up and down my shaft as it stiffened and lifted the front of my trousers. “You’re really an amazing size,” she whispered. “How big is it anyway?” she asked impertinently.

“I don’t know,” I offered disingenuously.

“Oh come on,” she taunted. “Every guy has measured it. You might as well tell me. I already know it’s huge.” Somehow it seemed juvenile to admit to measuring myself, even though I had, especially after my first girlfriend’s neurotic reaction. I persisted in my denial.

“Then I’ll just have to do it myself,” she announced jumping off the couch. She skipped away and quickly returned with a seamstress’ measuring tape. The thought of her handling my cock again, and what that might lead to, outweighed any reservations I felt about her proposal, so that when she sweetly asked “May I?” I quickly answered “Help yourself.”

I was about three-quarters erect as Bridget knelt between my legs and tugged open my pants. “Oh my!” she said as she wrapped her hand around the stalk and pumped it slowly. She kissed it softly and licked around the head. “Jawbreaker,” she joked, but presently she popped the head back into her mouth and sucked until I was fully hard again. With a mischievous grin she picked up her measuring tape and stretched it out. “Let’s see,” she said in a mock serious tone, “if I measure along the side like this I get about, oh, ten inches long. And here,” she said wrapping the tape around the shaft just below the flared head, “about seven inches around. You oughta be in the movies,” she teased. She slowly pumped her hands up and down the length of my shaft. “What am I gonna do with you now?” she asked rhetorically. She answered her own question by stuffing her mouth full of my revived hardness and enthusiastically pumping her lips up and down the length of it. She rubbed her fingers over my bare chest as she sucked with an intense voraciousness. I tried to squirm around and reached for her enticing bottom, slipping a hand into her skimpy panties. She took her mouth off my cock long enough to say, “Mm Mm. Only my mouth,” and reached back to pull my hand out of her panties.

I was fully excited and settled back to enjoy what she would allow. Because had brought me to such a violent orgasm so recently, I stayed rigidly erect without nearing release. She worked on me intently for ten or fifteen minutes, rarely taking my turgid post from between her lips. Finally she paused and looked me intently in the eye. “My jaw is really getting tired!” she confessed. “Are you finished? Or are you holding back?”

“Holding back a little,” I admitted. “You said you didn’t like it on your face.”

“You’re sweet,” she said with a smile. “But do whatever you like.” Bridget put her mouth back on my penis and resumed pistoning the slick shaft in and out. Repeating her earlier performance she forced her throat down over the bulbous crown and this time rapidly bobbed her head up and down fucking me with the muscles of her throat. I instinctively reached out and pulled up her t-shirt. She began to moan as she allowed me to fondle her petite, firm breasts and stiff nipples. My cock plunging in and out of her throat turned her moans into oddly erotic liquid osculations. Suddenly my hips thrust up off the cushion and I began to spasm deep in her throat. She continued to briskly bob her head for another few seconds, then slowly withdrew my shaft until just the tip was between her lips. As I continued to climax she slowly sucked up and down the length of my shaft alternately taking the spewing end into her throat and then almost letting it slip free as slick rivulets of semen and salvia oozed around the seal of her pumping lips. When the geyser of semen abated she slipped her mouth free for a moment to swallow once then returned to slowly and thoroughly swallowing my softening member.

At last she let my corpulent tool slip from her lips. She snuggled up next to me on the couch and let me play with her nipples as the spilled semen cooled and dried on my shaft and balls. “I hope you’re finished now,” she said. “I don’t think my jaw can take any more.” I kissed her messy mouth and held her close. We continued to kiss gently and passionately. Gradually we both became quiet. We slept curled together on her couch for several hours. When I awoke she was climbing off the couch. We talked then for some time. She told me that she had enjoyed being with me, but she was still committed to her decision to leave me. She said that some day I would make some lucky girl very happy.

We shared a last kiss and although we kept in touch by phone call and letter for some time thereafter, I never again experienced the pleasure of Bridget’s unexpected oral lust.

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Saturday

Dawn came, and I don’t think she had moved a bit during the night. Her first orgasm had been that draining. I stirred a bit and went to the bathroom for the morning rituals of washing and teeth brushing. When I sat on the bed to dress, Abbie stirred and rolled over sleepily. “Morning,” she grinned. “I’ve never slept so well. Is it always like that?” she asked.

“Actually, no, that was about as intense as any I have seen, not that I have seen hundreds or anything. You were lucky- it was just the right combination of circumstances- situation, anticipation, partner, buildup- they just combined to make your first orgasm with a partner spectacular. You have set the bar high to start so you will have to work hard to get there again. Now get up and let’s get on the lake before it gets too windy,” I smiled at her.

“I need to go back to my room and shower and get some clothes. Give me a half hour or so,” she said as she slipped on her night wear.

I went down to the lobby and got us both a cup of coffee and went to her room to leave her cup there. She had just finished drying off from her shower, emerging wrapped in a towel. “Thanks” she said, “you are making my dream come true one step at a time, and I think its best that way. I’ll really have a great memory from this weekend.”

All I could do is smile and say, “That will be true for me too.” I slipped out to get our gear ready. A few minutes later she knocked on the door. She was wearing a really tiny bikini the showed off her tight athletic body.

“I have a problem,” pointing to the thong and the curly bush that extended on either side of it. “Can you help me get this trimmed so I can wear this bikini? I always wanted to wear something sexy like this so I bought it for this weekend.”

“Looks like a major trim is in order I said. Let me see what tools we have.” I rummaged through my suitcase and found a mustache trimmer, rather like a small hair clipper. “This should do for a start. We can finish off with a razor. Do you have some skin lotion?

She came back with the lotion, and I untied her bikini and her lie on the bed on a towel, propped up by the pillows. I plugged in the trimmer and began cutting back her bush, the golden curls tumbling onto the towel.

The vibrations were obviously arousing her as I could watch her labia swell and her clit come out of its hood. She was soaking wet too. I avoided any sexual contact which served only to tease her more.

“Ok, done with the clippers. Go wash yourself and then use some of my shaving cream. We’ll finish in the bathroom.” I ran a sink of hot water and had her sit on the toilet seat, legs splayed. I carefully removed the stubble with a couple of disposable razors, leaving a small patch above her clit so she was not totally bare.

I finished shaving, rinsed her with completely with a clean washcloth and told her to go back on the bed for the next step. Abbie looked at me quizzically, but obeyed. She lay on the bed, again propped up by the pillows as I carefully rubbed the skin lotion on the tender skin to protect it.

When I finished, I looked at her and said, “You are crazy if you think staring at your pussy from six inches away for the last half hour didn’t have any effect on me. Now ‘s the time for your next lesson.”

I knelt on the floor next to the bed and leaned over and ran my tongue slowly from bottom to top of her aroused slit, ending with a swipe at her clit. That brought a tremor and a moan continued tonguing her pussy and alternately flitting my tongue rapidly over her clit. She was writhing and moaning. I reached a finger inside and stroked her G-spot as I flicked her clit and she shuddered in a minor orgasm as I could feel her muscles clench my finger.

I licked down to her asshole and flitted around the puckered opening. With a finger wet with her juices I slipped it into her ass, feeling her arch and shudder in response. Ass and pussy filled with fingers, and my tongue working hard on pussy and clit, it was just a matter of time.

The pattern started again, the moans and undulations, random spasms, incoherent grunts urging me on. I waited for what I thought was the right moment and wrapped my lips around Abbie’s clit and sucked hard. That sent her over the edge, the scream, pussy and asshole clenching my fingers spasmodically. She stiffened and soon went limp, and fainted.

I crawled up the bed to hold her as she quickly revived and gave her a deep kiss transferring her juices to her mouth. “I taste pretty good, don’t I?” she grinned coquettishly. “I have to admit I planned the whole shaving scene when I bought that bikini. I thought if nothing else would get you interested in having sex with me that would. I think it worked out just fine, don’t you?”

“Fine for you, but I still need some relief,” looking at my rock hard cock standing straight up. “We could go right to the main event, but I have an idea that can raise the anticipation even Etiler escort more. Do you masturbate?”

Abbie blushed, “No, my mother told me it was evil and sinful and I should never touch myself there. I know other girls did it, but I never have. I think it’s time I find out what that’s about too.”

“I like the way you think- try it and decide for yourself. A lot of people think it’s a real turn on to watch their partners masturbate. Let’s give it a try. You touch yourself where it makes you feel best and I’ll do the same. We can describe to each other what turns us on watching each other.”

I stood up and grabbed my cock and started stroking it slowly. “I love looking at your body, your tits with their pink nipples that get so hard and stand out when they get pinched or sucked.

“I love the ridges in your stomach, but I really like that pretty pink pussy, how the lips swell and get red, and your clit pops out of its hood. I love to see you pinch your nipples, and slide your hand up and down your slit, smearing the juices all over and making your bald pussy glisten. Yeah, put a finger deep inside, pull it out, and stroke your clit- that gets me hot”

Abbie’s hands were all over herself, rubbing, pinching, teasing, caressing. She began to arch her hips to meet her teasing fingers. “I love your big cock with the veins standing out and pulsing. I love your big body and your muscles. All the girls on the team would sneak peeks at your thighs and butt- they are so big and defined.

“Some would tease each other about how wide they would have to spread their legs so you could fit between them- I never was in those conversations, but I’m the one who will finally find out. I can see the precum oozing out and your cock is getting slick with it. Your chest is getting red and I can see your hand moving faster. Are you getting close? Wait for me, I’m getting closer.”

Abbie’s hands and hips were in a rhythm that grew faster with each minute. She was being overtaken with sensations and her words became grunts and moans and little exclamations. It was a incredible picture of concentration by this sexy beautiful young woman breaking out her parental confines.

Her breathing became ragged and here movements more irregular. Mine were too. I was concentrating on the look of her face as different sensations came and went. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and stumbled a step closer to Abbie lying on the bed. Just as her body stiffened and she cried out “Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!”

I spurted jets of come over her belly and tits grunting “Aaaagh Uuunn! Uunnn!” I flopped on the bed beside her, and watched her rub cum on her nipples and then put the finger in her mouth. We just smiled at each other as we came back down to normal. We probably laid there for a half an hour just basking in the experience with each other.

Wordlessly I got up and took her hand to lead her to the shower. Under the hot water we washed each other gently and thoroughly, getting to know every wrinkle, ripple, curve, and feature of each other’s form. It was intimate and personal, but we were too tired for it to be sexual. We dried each other off and left the bathroom to dress.

Abbie found the tiny bikini that had started it all and put it on. It was perfect for her, and she was a tiny goddess .She found a t-shirt of mine and used it as a cover- it went almost to her knees. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt.

By now it was nearing lunch and since we had no breakfast we were famished. Off to the diner for lunch. Abbie would alternately tease me with a glimpse of leg or bikini covered breast and then modestly try to pull the t-shirt down her legs so she would appear immodest.

It was hard to miss the irony, so I pointed out my observation to her and told her this was a resort town. People had seen a lot more blatant displays than her bikini, and with her looks she was a treat for anyone to look at. After that, she relaxed and concentrated on finishing lunch.

We walked straight to the dock and put the canoe in the water. We threw our gear bag with water and sunscreen into the canoe and paddles out a quarter of a mile or so. The plan became to just drift, get some sun, and enjoy the light breeze that dimpled the lake’s surface.

Off came our T-shirts and on went the sunscreen. We oiled each other’s backs and stretched out in the bottom of the canoe. We dozed and enjoyed the sun’s warmth. After an hour or so we had drifted close to one of several small islands in the lake. This one had a little beach maybe ten feet wide so I paddled us onto the beach.

We put a couple of towels on the sand, but before lying down and decided to go for a dip in the clear lake water. I swam out a couple hundred yards but Abbie was not as good a simmer so she stayed close to the beach. The water was cool but comfortable and I swam back to beach. I flopped on a towel beside Abbie and soon the air and sun Beşiktaş escort had dried us, and we both fell asleep.

I awoke sometime later to the sensation of little hands applying sunscreen to my chest. The water had washed off my sunscreen to some degree so I was getting a bit pink. To save me from disaster she got me oiled up. She had bigger plans for me than to nurse my sunburn on a Saturday night.

She pushed at me to get me to roll over so she could do my chest. When I did I just scooped her up and held her to me and gave her a hard kiss, which she returned vigorously grabbed her at the hips and began bench pressing her which brought a squeal of surprise and then laughter. Every time I lowered her she would strain to give me a kiss so I would of course slow down to tease her.

We tired of this game and decided to canoe around the lake before going in. The distance was about three miles around, but with the light wind and no current we should finish in an hour or so. We established a rhythm paddling, and chatted about her ambitions and concerns about medical school, and I answered her questions about my work on aircraft software, and my plans and ambitions.

She asked about girlfriends, and I answered truthfully that I had a favorite girlfriend but nothing at the commitment level yet, though I felt that was coming soon, I just did not know with whom. She seemed satisfied with that.

Abbie asked me if I dated much while I was teaching, and again truthfully I said no. Since I was not a native of the area I just did not know that many attractive single women. I told her about dating an elementary teacher who was divorcing her husband, but that she treated me like her third graders, and I felt like I should be treated at least like a 10th grader, which got a laugh.

She asked about dating students, and I told her I was attracted to several but never dated anyone until they had gone away to college. She said she had heard of my seeing Pam for a while and Karen a couple of times, and I acknowledged that, and that nothing came of it.

Abbie then told me of some of the girls that had crushes on me. A couple of names surprised me. Kara, the tall dark haired head cheer leader, who of course was dating the quarterback, had told Abbie that the she thought I was really hot, and wished she could play on my teams rather than be a cheerleader.

She also said Mrs. Sams told her that she thought I was good lucking guy and smart too. She said she wished she had met me before she met her husband. Mrs. Sams was a young English teacher, lean frame with oversized breasts that distracted from the delicate features of her beautiful face. I was friendly with her in the faculty room but did not even really flirt with her.

Her husband traveled a lot so she had a lot of time on her hands. I imagine that her youth and healthy interest in men left her yearning for more attention. Had I known, I might have been friendlier with her, but I’d already been shot at by a jealous boyfriend once and that was enough. That Mrs. Sams would make this comment to one of her students, albeit a very trustworthy one, surprised me the most.

By now we were rounding a rocky point and the dock was a half mile or less away. Somehow we both realized that we were heading towards a decision point that would affect us both a lot.

Whatever form of inaudible communication raises the tension between two people had made a full power broadcast to us both. We were suddenly both nervous and our paddling became out of synch. Abbie noticed too and called over her shoulder, “We’re headed for a big evening. You really have been a lot of fun and a great teacher. I’m really glad we made this trip. I’m starting to wish it was longer.”

I had no response to that. I was a bit confused since I had begun to really know and like Abbie, but I just couldn’t see a future together. After all, I was 28 and she was 21- a huge age difference I thought.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” I asked hoping to change the subject.

“A picnic. I want a picnic with champagne. Can we get something and roast it on the grill?” she responded eagerly, “Like we’re camping.”

“That’s a great idea, let’s get cleaned up and head to the store and pick up what we need.”

We glided into the dock and secured the canoe and headed back to the lodge. Abbie’s arm slid around my waist and my arm draped over her shoulder. We had to look like a happy young couple. I wish I had a picture.

We showered together, and we took care to wash each other thoroughly from head to toe, though it was a lot more efficient for me to wash my own hair, she was too short to reach the top of my head and it was difficult for me to lean over in the small shower.

We dressed casually. Abbie wore a white button down cotton blouse that fit loosely which allowed her to wear no bra. I knew, and she knew, but it was far from immodest, and besides, it made Taksim escort her feel sexy and a bit naughty. She had a pair of tight tan shorts that hugged her tight butt perfectly.

We drove to the store since we would have something of a load to carry. The store was small but well stocked for the small community, and had a lot of local produce. We collected the makings for our camping picnic and headed back.

The lodge had a little picnic area with a couple of tables, a gas grill, and a cold water sink on a homemade concrete counter. We spread a disposable tablecloth on one of the picnic tables and started preparing our simple dinner of salad, fresh bread, and chicken while the grill was heating.

I put two chicken breasts on the grill and let them roast slowly while we opened a bottle of wine- all I remember was it was cold, white, and cheap- I did not know a lot about wine yet. We sipped our wine and enjoyed the beautiful outdoor setting, and chatted idly as we waited for the chicken to be ready. By the time the chicken was done the smells of it cooking had us both practically drooling in anticipation.

We finished the wine as we ate dinner, our hunger satisfied without leaving us stuffed. The wine had relaxed us, but not so much that we had no energy. We cleaned up our dinner and stowed everything no longer needed into a bag to be carried to the car. The sun was behind the hills so the air was cooling and the light was fading slowly.

Time for desert. We took the pint of fresh strawberries and the bottle of champagne out of the cooler. Abbie was beaming, “I saw a movie once that had a scene with a lot of people outdoors in England, all wearing very formal clothes from the 1800s but they were having a picnic in the country and were drinking champagne from crystal glasses. It looked really sophisticated. From then on I decided I would someday have a champagne picnic in the country, but without the stuffy clothes. It’s just a little thing, but I’m glad we could do it.”

With something of a flourish I popped the champagne cork, launching it high in the air, and champagne flowing rapidly out of the bottle. We quickly caught it in our crystal glasses- tumblers liberated from our bathroom. We toasted each other, and took a sip. It was cold and the bubbles tickled our noses.

I took the biggest ripest strawberry from the box and fed it to Abbie, who bit into it with a tiny stream of juice running down her chin. We sat down, and she snuggled into me and we fed each other strawberries as we sipped the champagne.

It was getting dark so we packed up to go back to the room, but not without Abbie putting down her glass and standing on the bench of the picnic table, putting her arms around me, and giving me the most ardent and passionate kiss she could muster. I responded in kind and held her to me, her stiff nipples poking through her blouse into my chest.

When we got to our rooms, we put way our picnic items except for the champagne. Another toast, “to my beautiful friend Abbie!” She smiled and responded, “To my soon to be lover.” If there had been any doubt of her intentions to proceed to her objective that was gone now.

I wanted to make it lovely and memorable for her so she would enjoy sex in the future without any apprehensions about discomfort. Our glasses were put on the counter, and we kissed again, longer, and our hands roamed each other’s now familiar bodies. Her neck, her back, her butt, her breasts all felt my caresses. Her hands roamed too, but with a little less range than mine she had limited reach.

I took a step towards the bed with her, and we separated enough so that I could undress her starting with her blouse, a button at a time kissing each newly exposed area of skin, lavishing her nipples and breasts when they were finally exposed. By the time her blouse was off her nipples were stiff, her upper chest rosy from excitement, and her eyes half closed in pleasure.

I picked her up and set her gently on the bed and unbuttoned her shorts and kissed them off her legs an inch at a time. When I got back to her panties they were wet and pungent with the aroma of her arousal. Now nude and ready to go she moved quickly to sit up and tear at my clothes. It was rather funny when she tried to pull t-shirt over my head- she just couldn’t reach. That only frustrated her more and she growled, “You better help me get that off you or I’ll rip it off!” I had no doubt she meant it so I slipped it off for her.

She was immediately at my shorts unbuttoning and unzipping, yanking them down my legs. Next came my underwear, followed immediately by her shall hands fondling my cock and her mouth slipping over the head of my cock starting the classic bobbing motion. I stopped her, as I did not need any more encouragement to get harder. Besides this was about her tonight.

We lay next to each other on the bed and kissed passionately. I began a lingual exploration of her body, her throat, under hear ear, her breasts and nipples, belly button down to her dainty feet. I sucked on her toes one by one and then kissed my way up the inside of her leg and all around her smooth mound. It too had blossomed pink and her labia were engorged and spread open.

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Please be aware that this tale includes bodily functions, so if that’s not your thing…

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Phil had plenty of time that day to get everything prepared. He stopped off at the supermarket and selected ingredients for their meal, plus a few other things. Then headed back home, to give the house a good tidy and put clean linen on the bed.

Later in the afternoon, he prepared the food as far as possible. He had thought carefully about the meal, which he wanted to be flavoursome and interesting, but quick to prepare, as he didn’t want to spend half the evening cooking. Above, it needed to be light – a big, stodgy meal could be a bit of a passion-killer.

So he settled for a smoked salmon starter, lemon pepper chicken breast strips with rice and a rocket side, with pears poached in red wine for dessert. With a bottle of Prosecco and some Buds chilling in the fridge, he was all set.

When he had shaved and showered, he changed into a casual shirt and jeans, then set the table, ready for Debbie’s imminent arrival. He just had time to draw the curtains in the lounge, switch on the table lamps and put music on before he heard a knock on the door. He hurried to open it and here she was, with a beaming smile, clutching a small overnight bag and a bottle of white wine.

‘Come on in,’ he said, closing the door behind her. She put the wine and her bag down, then reached up and gave him a hug and a long kiss. Phil held her at arm’s length and appreciatively looked her up and down. She looked absolutely lovely… her hair was shining, and her make-up looked perfect. She was wearing a colourful cotton peasant skirt and sandals, with a simple white top with a scooped neck. The bumps of her nipples suggested that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘Wow, you look gorgeous! Can we just skip dinner and go straight to bed?’ he asked, laughing.

‘Plenty of time for that later,’ she replied, smiling. He dropped her bag into the bedroom, then they headed to the kitchen, where the dining table was set at one end.

‘Sit yourself down, while I get you a drink,’ he said, giving her another kiss. After putting her wine into the fridge, he opened the Prosecco and poured two glasses.

‘Welcome!’ he said, simply, raising his glass to hers. They chatted for a few minutes, then Phil brought the starters out of the fridge. ‘I didn’t think to ask about your likes and dislikes, so I hope you’ll be ok with what I’ve done,’ he said.

‘Phil, I’m a single mum. A takeaway is a treat for me, so I’m happy to eat anything!’

Phil put the chicken and rice on to cook, then they tucked into their starters, sipping the ice-cold Prosecco. The main course was soon ready, so he topped up their glasses and served up.

‘Gosh, that looks lovely! Thank you so much,’ she said, smiling brightly at him.

The main course was soon devoured, and Phil served up the poached pears with a spoonful of vanilla ice cream.

‘You’re spoiling me!’ Debbie said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.

‘My pleasure,’ said Phil. He genuinely enjoyed cooking a nice meal – especially for someone as lovely as her. When they had finished, Phil poured the last of the Prosecco and gathered up the plates.

‘Let me wash up, please,’ said Debbie, heading for the sink. As a single dad with a mortgage, Phil’s budget hadn’t extended to a dishwasher.

‘Ok, we can do it together,’ he agreed. There were only a few things and it wouldn’t take long. While she was standing at the sink, he moved behind her and held her round her tiny waist. He nuzzled his face into her hair and kissed her neck. She sighed, moving her head over to welcome his kiss.

After they had cleared up, they took a glass of wine through to the lounge and settled on the sofa. They started chatting about all kinds of things, holding hands, and kissing all the while. They both felt completely as ease in each other’s company and before long, the conversation drifted round to sex.

‘That was so erotic last night, you know,’ Phil said, softly. ‘You really are a proper little tiger, aren’t you?’ he added, grinning.

Debbie replied, ‘Mmm, but it takes the right person to bring it out. You are a good lover and you made me feel amazing. I’m not even going to ask how you learned to do all those things, because I probably wouldn’t like the answer!’

‘Much the same goes for you,’ Phil answered. ‘You are amazing in bed, so sensual and exciting. I don’t want to know about your previous relationships, really… we’re in the here and now and we should just enjoy that, without complicating it.’

‘I’ll drink to that!’ said Debbie, raising her glass.

Changing the subject slightly, Phil said, ‘By the way, I bought a couple of things today. I got some pads which go under the bedsheet. They’re meant for kids who might wet the bed, but they might help with, er, your little condition! Otherwise, we’re going to end up with a mountain of soggy towels to wash!’

Debbie giggled. ‘What else?’ Bostancı Escort she asked.

‘These,’ said Phil, reaching down beside the sofa. ‘I couldn’t get nipple clamps at short notice, but I thought these might work.’

He showed her a couple of plastic clothes pegs. They had a fairly strong spring but were fitted with soft rubber pads where they pressed together. Debbie took one and closed it over a finger. She gasped slightly and said ‘Oh, wow! We’ll give them a try later, for sure!’

Then she added, ‘While we’re being candid… and I do feel I can talk openly to you, which is nice… I know you want to try anal with me, which is fine, but there is something else I would like to try.’

‘Go on,’ said Phil. ‘I’m willing to try anything within reason, at least once!’

‘Well, I read about this in Cosmo,’ Debbie explained. ‘Basically, the man puts his penis into the woman’s vagina and pees. Apparently, it’s amazing for the woman, because it feels like he’s coming for ages, but much more powerful than usual.’

Phil thought for a moment, then replied, ‘It sounds like a really erotic idea, but it must be really difficult to do. For the man, I mean. The thing is, when I’ve got an erection, it’s nigh on impossible to pee. Even after sex, I must wait for 10 minutes or so, before I can go. And I’d have to be hard, to be able to get my cock inside you. I’m more than willing try, but just don’t know if I’ll be able.’

Debbie looked a little disappointed. Phil realised he’d slightly dashed her hopes of fulfilling her fantasy, so suggested, ‘How about if I switch from drinking wine, to beer? That stuff goes through me really quickly, so I’ll let you know when I’m bursting… how’s that?’ Debbie agreed that it sounded like a plan.

‘While we’re on that sort of subject…’ Phil said. ‘You know, last night, you thought you were peeing when you were having sex, but actually you weren’t?’ Debbie nodded. ‘Well, I’d like you to try actually peeing while I’m inside you! I was thinking, it would be amazing if you were on top, then I would feel your piss running all over my cock and balls. But I reckon it would be interesting if I were on top, as well.’

Debbie’s eyes widened. ‘I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of pee play… it sounds a bit taboo, but exciting at the same time! Can we try all those things?’ she asked, her face a picture of excitement.

‘Let me fetch some cold beers!’ said Phil, with a wink and headed for the kitchen.

Over the course of several beers, they were both starting to feel a lot more relaxed, and Phil guessed it wouldn’t be long before his bladder would be full to bursting.

‘How are we going to try this, then?’ asked Phil. ‘The thing is, I need to be just hard enough for me to be able to get inside you, but if I’m too turned on, I won’t be able to go. You take your knickers off and I’ll get some towels.’

Debbie stood up, reached under her skirt, and pulled off her panties. Then, as an afterthought, slipped off her skirt as well. She didn’t want that getting soaked! She was still standing there, gently rubbing her finger up and down her wet slit, when Phil arrived back with a bundle of towels.

‘Fuck, Debbie!’ he said when he saw her.

‘Yes Phil, fuck Debbie. That sounds good!’ she replied, with a mischievous grin.

He quickly stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, then spread the towels out on the leather sofa and motioned to her to come and sit down. He arranged her so her bottom was on the edge of the sofa. The sofa was quite low which was convenient because it meant that when Phil was kneeling in front of her, his cock was just about level with her pussy.

The pressure in his bladder was becoming almost unbearable. At the same time his cock was becoming harder. Moving forward, he pressed into her wet folds and was soon sliding inside her. His natural inclination was to start a steady thrusting movement, but he resisted that and let it lay in there motionless. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, but he tried to ignore the exquisite sensations and started to squeeze his bladder muscles. She lifted her legs to open herself up and give him easier access, and to reduce the wonderful pressure of her pussy around his cock.

Phil deliberately tried to think of mundane things, to take his mind off the physical delights he was experiencing, and his cock softened slightly, but remained securely in her pussy. He then pushed even harder and began to feel his piss starting to travel through the tubes inside him. It went against all his natural instincts, which were not to piss in these circumstances!

He felt the hot liquid boring up his shaft, opening up the tube. He pushed down harder, forcing it on its way, when it suddenly burst out of the tip. The floodgates had opened, and with a massive sigh of relief, he felt the contents of his bladder jetting out, deep inside her.

Debbie gasped as she felt his hot jet hit her cervix and vaginal walls. Anadolu Yakası Escort The sensations Phil felt, were equally amazing. His cock was plugging the entrance to her pussy, so her cunt was expanding to accommodate the massive volume of piss. The flow kept going and before long, he could hardly feel the walls of her pussy. It was like having his cock in a small cavern, filled with warm liquid.

Then suddenly, the pressure became too much, and the pent-up urine forced its way past his cock and ejected out of her pussy with a tremendous gush, propelled by her contracting pussy walls.

‘Ohhhhh, my god!!’ exclaimed Debbie, her eyes wild. ‘That was fucking amazing! I’ve never felt anything like it!’

Phil’s cock had suddenly gone rock hard again. He was feeling extremely turned on by the eroticism of what they had just done together and started to thrust into her. But oddly, she felt quite dry inside… wet, but in a kind of dry, instead of slippery way.

The towels she was sitting on were absolutely soaked. Phil slipped out of her and she eased herself up off the towels, so he could gather them up. He used one of the few remaining dry bits to wipe her legs and pussy.

He dumped the wet towels in the bathroom, then came back and sat beside her. ‘Was that as good as you expected, then?’ he asked.

‘Ohh, far better!’ she sighed. It was like you were pumping gallons inside me. It was stretching my insides and I felt so full! Then when it all burst out, it felt incredible.’

‘Now,’ she said. ‘I’m feeling incredibly full. I haven’t been yet you know! Should we go in the bathroom?’

‘We can go into the bedroom,’ he answered. ‘I put a couple of those pads on the bed!’

Phil clambered onto the bed. Debbie opened her bag and rummaged around, then produced a small bottle of liquid. She opened the lid and poured a few drops onto her fingers, which she then rubbed all over her pussy opening. She then rubbed some more over Phil’s cock, which was rapidly hardening again.

‘Lay on your back,’ she instructed. ‘And be quick, I’m absolutely bursting!’

Phil complied and stroked his cock as she positioned herself above him and gently slid her now-tight pussy down over his swollen prick. She winced slightly as it went into her, then remained motionless, as if absorbing it into her. Phil kept quite still, letting her take the lead.

Her breathing was shallow as she worked her muscles… he could feel her pussy gripping and relaxing as she tried to open her bladder. Suddenly, he could feel warm liquid. A trickle at first, it quickly became a flood as a powerful jet shot out of her, squirting all over his cock and balls and pouring over his stomach and down his sides.

Debbie’s eyelids were fluttering as the relief of the release, coupled with the ecstasy of having a hard cock inside her, overwhelmed her. Her flow finally stopped, and Phil felt her pelvic floor muscles grip his cock, as she squeezed out the last drops.

‘Ohh, that was something really special,’ he murmured. ‘Did you like doing that?’

He reached up and pinched her nipples as she squirmed her hips, grinding her pussy on his cock. ‘I forgot to bring the clothes pegs, though, sorry.’

‘I can’t describe it,’ she said, still moaning as she gently moved on his stiff cock. ‘The sensations were just amazing, emptying myself all over you, just felt so naughty, but so erotic, too! You can put the pegs on my nips later!’

He reached up and pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. ‘Tell you what, let’s go and have a quick rinse off, then put some dry stuff on the bed. Then we can have some more fun!’

With that, she slid up off him and climbed off the bed. He quickly pulled the sheet and pad off the bed and was relieved to see that the mattress was still dry. They headed to the bathroom, where they spent an enjoyable ten minutes under the warm shower water, sensually running soapy hands over the other’s body and kissing under the waterfall. Phil loved the way her nipples perked while they showered, and he delighted in sucking on them as he ran his hands over her gorgeous arse cheeks and ran his finger from her pussy hole to her anus. Both were feeling thoroughly aroused by the time they switched off the water and stepped out.

Phil managed to find a last couple of dry towels in the airing cupboard, and they helped each other to dry, but the house was pleasantly warm, so they were comfortable being completely naked. While Debbie was drying her hair off, Phil put a fresh pad and top sheet onto the bed, so it was ready for whatever might follow.

‘I brought a couple of toys with me,’ Debbie confided. Going into her bag, she produced a butt plug and a wand vibrator. ‘I thought these might come in handy,’ she said, grinning.

Taking the butt plug, which was quite large, and made of pink silicone, she smeared a little of the lube over it, then knelt on the bed and bent over. Checking that he was watching closely, Ataşehir Escort she pressed the pointed tip against her anus and pressed. The tip slid in quite easily and placing a couple of fingers on the flat base, applied pressure until her anus accepted the intrusion and widened enough to allow the bulbous swelling to enter. Suddenly, it disappeared inside, just leaving the base, with a glowing blue LED showing. She worked it in and out a bit to make sure it was fully embedded, then handed Phil a small remote-control unit. ‘You’re in charge, now!’ she said, smiling broadly.

Phil pressed a button on the remote, kicking the toy into action. Debbie jumped as the sensations hit her. ‘Go careful with that,’ she said. ‘It’s very intense!’ Phil clicked it off.

‘Shall I tell you what I’d really like?’ she asked.

‘Go on,’ said Phil.

‘I’d love you to lick me, like you did last night, but while I’ve got this in my bum. You can play with the remote while you’re doing it,’ she said, grinning and wiggling her gorgeous little butt from side to side. He took hold of the base of the plug and gave it a gentle pull, so that the wider part stretched her anus, before pressing it back in.

‘Mmm,’ she said, ‘then you can give my arse a good fucking!’

‘That sounds like far too good an offer to turn down,’ said Phil, licking his lips at the tantalising prospect of tasting her delicious juices again, and of getting his cock buried into her tight little brown hole. ‘The bed or sofa?’ he asked.

‘Here is fine,’ she replied, ‘but will you get the pegs, please? I want you to try those on me!’

When he returned from the lounge, Debbie was reclining on the bed, propped up on the pillows, with one knee raised and was gently teasing her nipples. Phil lay beside her and traced his fingers down her chest, and over her breast, before drawing a circle around her nipple with his finger. He couldn’t resist taking it into his mouth, to suck and lick it, whilst running his hand down her soft body to her hip and along her thigh.

Moving down her body till his face was level with her pussy, he stretched out his arms to embrace her upper body and draw her towards him. She raised her other knee to open herself for him. Phil gazed down on her pussy with the utmost pleasure and desire. She was so perfectly formed; her inner lips were just peeking out from her outer pussy lips and were showing traces of moisture.

Moving his hands down, he used his thumbs to part her pussy lips open, exposing the pink inner flesh and the crinkling of her opening. His thumbs moved up, stretching her skin slightly, so that the little folds of skin around her clit moved back, exposing her little bud.

Moving his head down, he put his tongue out and rolled it over her clit. Debbie gave an involuntary gasp and pushed her hips upwards as he pushed his tongue into her wet hole, then ran it up again, over her peehole and back to her clit. Reaching beside him, he clicked the button on the remote. She gave a little quiver, in response to the tingling in her arse.

Phil could feel her juices starting to trickle down and lapped them from her hole, probing his tongue deep inside her, before giving his full attention to her clit, making faster and faster movements with his tongue. As he increased the speed and pressure, she held the back of his head and pressed his face into her wet gash.

In a repetition of the movement had had made the previous night, he scooped his hands under her rounded buttocks and hoisted her upwards, so that her whole bodyweight was supported by his forearms, with his elbows on the mattress. Her pussy was opened up, with her upper body angled backwards and her legs almost dangling.

Phil had a lovely view of the base of the butt plug poking out of her arse, as he leaned forward to tongue her again. As he pushed his tongue into her, he could feel the tingling vibrations emanating from the plug, as it whirred away inside her bum hole.

Debbie started to writhe her hips as he ran his tongue harder and harder over her clit. He found that she loved this increased pressure. Coupled with the tingling from the plug her arousal was building very quickly. Phil could taste her getting wetter and wetter. She was clearly on the brink of her orgasm. Suddenly she bucked her hips up, her body tensed, and she started quivering as the waves of her climax washed over her. A small flood of juice ran into Phil’s mouth, which he swallowed down greedily.

Phil eased her back down onto the mattress and now his hands were free, clicked the button on the remote again, which changed the speed and intensity of the vibrations pulsing into Debbie’s rectum. She gasped in response and Phil reached up and gave her nipples an aggressive twisting pinch. Her body arched off the bed before flopping back down again. He then rammed two fingers into her now-sopping pussy and pressed his thumb onto her swollen clit. Twisting and rotating his fingers, he worked them in and out of her, as she bucked in response.

Then, with his other hand, he picked up one of the clothes pegs and squeezed it, so the jaws opened. Carefully positioning the pads either side of her right nipple, he gently allowed it to close, pinching and flattening the nipple as it clamped down.

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I was so nervous, sitting there in my skirt and blouse, Phillip’s hand running up my thigh in an effort to both taunt and comfort me. I was terrified and he knew it, the slight grin on his face verifying it whenever I happened to find the courage to look up. I didn’t want to be here, to be doing this, but at the same time I could feel the moisture leak from my lower lips and begin to soak my panties. I’m sure he knew as well. He always did.

As the nurse called my name, I didn’t want to stand. My knees were weak, my stomach turning. Nevertheless, you rose first, pulling me up by my hand and leading me through the door and into the more clinical side of the office. It always smelled like alcohol in those places, I realized. Alcohol and something else. I never could distinguish that other, underlying odor. Iodine? No, maybe the gloves or some other disinfectant that merely added to the alcohol.

“Alright, let’s just get your weight really fast,” the nurse said, bringing me out of my short attempt at distraction.

I did not have a bag with me, all of my essential items for the day safely tucked away in Phillip’s wallet. I say nothing then as I slipped off my shoes effortlessly, immediately standing on the digital scale. I looked down absently, catching “128” flash.

“Alright, you can step down now.” I did, slipping on my shoes once more and following the nurse and Phillip until we reach the exam room at the end of the hall. “Just slip into the gown on the table and the doctor will be with you in just a few,” she said brightly, opening the door and making Maltepe Escort a slight gesture with her clipboard before depositing it into a slot near the sill. She smiled but it looks less than genuine. She probably says the same thing 80 times a day, if not more. She disappears almost immediately, leaving me to prepare for my fate.

Phillip closed the door behind us, his hands immediately going to my shoulders.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his fingers playing up the side of my neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’ll be right here with you.”

“I know, I’m just…” I could barely speak, my knees quivering and my throat wanting to close. “No one has ever… Not besides you.”

“I know.” He kissed the back of my hair, his fingers going to the buttons of my blouse and slowly moving down. “Turn around for me.” I did as he asked, my face burning red as he unbuttons my garment and pulls it free from my body. He then takes a moment to stare at my chest, only to almost immediately remove my bra. I make the instinctive move to cover myself, but he stops me.

“No,” he grumbles. “I’ve told you before I won’t have you covered up.”

I let my hands drop, thoroughly mortified that he is seeing me this way.

“Nikki,” he whispers, not finishing his initial thought and choosing instead to allow his voice to trail off. I knew I could aggravate him without meaning to. He was the first man I was with, the only man. He was the dominant to my submissive, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t annoy him with my almost painful shyness. Anadolu Yakası Escort I couldn’t look up, instead choosing to allow my dark hair to continue masking my face from his view as I hung my head.

He finally sighed loudly, a sort of acceptance in the sound. “Let’s finish getting you ready.”

In a matter of seconds he had removed my skirt and panties, taking care to fold all of my garments neatly and place them on a nearby chair. He took my shoes, placing them under the same piece of furniture. Only then did he help me into the exam gown and then onto the table.

We sat there in silence, not saying a word, me not looking up.

Finally a knock sounded on the door and before I could speak, Phillip casually said to come in. I managed to look up then, catching the older gentlemen closing the door and walking towards me with his hand outstretched.

I took his offered hand, my mind registering that his name was Dr. Gray, but little else made its way into my brain. His voice was calming, genuine, but I could only think that in a moment, this man would be touching me in ways I would rather avoid. He briefly greeted Phillip as well, but he seemed to pay little, if any, attention to him.

“So, I see from your chart that this is your first time having a pelvic exam, Ms. McDermott.” He phrased it as a statement, but some part of me took it as a question.

“Yes sir,” I said quietly, still looking down.

“Mind if I ask why you waited so long?” he asked, moving a few things around on a tray before returning to the side Ümraniye Escort of the table. “You really shouldn’t wait until your mid 20s to start taking control of your health.”

I swallowed, embarrassed. “I’ve never had any issues in that department, sir.”

“I’m sure you haven’t, but with the diseases today one can never be too careful.” He took my chin and told me to look up. He was very straight faced, quickly shining a light into my gray eyes.

“I… I…”

“She hasn’t had to worry about that,” Phillip chimed in. “She was a virgin until a month ago.”

I felt my face burn, my skin feeling as if I were about to burst into flames if not worse. I briefly caught the doctor’s expression and it bordered on something akin to serious doubt. I didn’t know if I should find that flattering, or insulting.

“Well,” he began after regaining his composure. “Let’s move on.”

He listened to my heart, my lungs, asking me about my asthma and if I had experienced any troubles. I answered in the negative, feeling slightly more calm after Phillip’s embarrassing statement a moment prior.

“Alright, I think we should begin the breast exam.” He seemed to pause for a moment, looking in Phillip’s direction. When Phillip didn’t respond, he turned back to me. “If you can just drop the top of your gown for me, Ms. McDermott.”

I reached up, my fingers shaking. I grasp the thin cloth and pull it down, knowing my skin is red and that my nipples are already erect from the cold room coupled with my anxiety level. It takes me almost an entire minute to work the thing down my body, almost as if part of me was fighting the action and hoping that somehow I could find a way out of this.

Eventually, I accomplish the task, sitting there with my breasts exposed for both Phillip and the doctor.

To Be Continued…

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Shanti was one of the few women in his life whom Kamesh did not deliberately set out to seduce.Their affair was surprisingly spontaneous and, later, it seemed remarkable that it had not happened sooner.She was a born slut who fucked men at her convenience and need, a contemporary.

It was in the midst of a particularly brutal divorce wrangle, piquantly on a charge of adultery, that they became lovers.He was at her house late that night, working over the papers for the next day’s trial. She lived alone in a sprawling old top-floor flat in a quiet, tree-shaded lane in a suburban neighbourhood once affluent and prestigious, now slowly going to seed.

She had one husband who was more a man-servant, impotent Sridhar.

It was a two-bedroom apartment with a large terrace and and the doors of the bedroom were wide open.

A fan whirred overhead. Kamesh sat in a comfortable wicker armchair, papers on his lap, files scattered over the floor, his half-moon glasses on his nose, utterly absorbed. Shanti sat cross-legged on the bed, checking cases from a huge pile of books at the foot of the bed.

She glanced up at him, and her heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, with that hard, yet gentle face, those sharp, piercing, yet infinitely tender, dark brown eyes, the square jaw, the hard nose, the lean looks, the immensely powerful body. She took in the breadth of his shoulders, the astoundingly savage V of his torso, the strength in his arms and legs. Her body tingled as she stripped him mentally. His shirt was open low now and she noticed that his chest was broad and hard and deeply cleaved and quite hairless.

His hips were high, the waist narrow, and she noticed, looking down the V of his shirt, that his belly was hairless too, and hard as a washboard. There was not a roll of fat in it as he bent over the papers on his lap. She could even see his small, dark, prominent nipples, stretched wide apart on either side of his massive chest. Feeling intensely horny, she returned to her books.

A few weeks earlier, she had jettisoned her last lover, a sturdy eighteen-year old with unusually impressive sexual skills, when he proposed marriage. She wanted no such ties in her life, not yet anyway. In her typically gentle fashion, she fucked the youth relentlessly till he was drained and then quietly ended the relationship.

He left with a smile, no regrets and a standing over to return to her bed whenever he liked.

Since then, she had fucked her father in law Arjun and his brother Ramesh, to sate her powerful sexual appetite.

They were good, but she craved variety; someone younger, stronger, better.

Desperate, she had taken two of the sons of Ramesh, Barman and Chandru, as lovers. They fucked her superbly, but their visits were far too irregular to be satisfactory. Kamesh finished with the papers. He stacked them neatly and, tying them into their folder, tossed it aside with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily.

“Okay, that’s it. Enough.” he muttered.

She shut her book in relief. She hadn’t his capacity or endurance. She smiled at him.

“Thank god,” she said.

“What for?”

“I thought you’d never finish.”

“I haven’t,” he chuckled. “Just wait till tomorrow!”

He rose to go and she had to quell her disappointment. She got up off the bed.

“Okay, *ciao* love, see you tomorrow,” he murmured.

“Kamesh. Wait.”

She put her hand on his arm and he turned. Her face was turned up to his, and their eyes locked. He felt a sudden jolt hit him as he looked at her. She was quite lovely. Her hair was dark and silky with a superb sweep and a wave, parted slightly to one side, framing her firm-chinned, oval face. Her nose was a tad beaky, but on her it was perfect. Her lips were full, yet delicate, and she had a bright, alluring smile. Her eyes were dark, lined delicately with *kajal*. She had a good line to her jaw. Her skin was tawny, like wheat, and she had a few delectable beauty spots on one side, and an inter interesting little scar near her left eye.

Her fingers and toes were shapely.

Her body was short and slight, yet slender and well-filled. Her breasts were high and firm, the belly tender and flat, though not hard, the hips nicely widened, the legs and arms smooth. She was wearing a simple *churidar* and *kurta* outfit of some semi-synthetic material that clung to her curves like film.

Their eyes locked. They were standing very close. Her lips parted slightly. He could see the white of her perfect teeth. She felt her body flush with excitement.

His head bent to hers. Her lips parted, and he felt her breath warm and sweet on his face. Their lips met, brushed, fleeting, then met again, in a long, delicate kiss. He drew her lip between his and sucked and gently she slid her tongue out between his lips, probing his mouth. Her arms wound about his thick shoulders, fingers entwining in his hair. Her body smelled musky with the sweat of the day, his was tacky and manly.

His hands slid Manavgat Escort Bayan up from her waist to her breasts. He felt them swell and grow hot and turgid in his hands. He squeezed gently, rolling the fleshy mounds in his hands, and her nipples, stubby and hard, popped out hard through the thin cloth. He realised that she didn’t have a bra on. He flipped open the buttons of her *kurta*. They went down low, almost to her waist and he pulled it wide. Her breasts were perfect: large and firm, with a nice thrust and slope and a good cleavage. He slid his hands under her blouse and she arched her head, eyes fluttering shut, gasping softly as his expert hands caressed her nipples.

“Shanti …”

“What,” she murmured.

“Tell me …”

“What?”

“Is this …”

She understood the unasked question, and debated whether to answer, not knowing what his reaction might be. Finally, she shook her head, looking him straight in the eye.

“No,” she said softly, “it’s not my first time …”

He arched an eyebrow in genuine surprise, and she smiled.

“Good,” he murmured, smiling. “That’s a relief.”

Kamesh’s lips met hers. She flicked open the buttons of his shirt, caressing his wonderful, hard, smooth, deeply muscled chest and belly, wondering what his prick would be like. He tugged at the draw cord of her *churidar* and it puddled about her feet with a sigh. She had nothing on beneath. He cupped her cunt, her fuzz neatly trimmed and found her already damp with excitement. His hands returned to her breasts, already swollen, the nipples hard in his fingers.

He kissed her face and tongued her ear gently. She murmured in pleasure. He lifted her *kurta* and drew it off her head. She kissed him again, her tongue hungry in his mouth. He caressed her soft mound, wetting his fingers in her juices and caressing her breasts. She shivered in pleasure. They moved to the bed and his lips trickled down her throat to her chest.

Shanti whimpered as he lapped at her rigid nipple. Her fingers twined in his hair. Her nipple was erect and it quivered in his lips. He fondled her other breasts, gently teasing the first, making her groan softly.

He squeezed her breasts together. His tongue flickered across one nipple, then the other, then the first again. Slowly, he drew the luscious mound into his mouth and sucked on it, teething the nipple, rasping it against his teeth and palate, flicking one with his tongue, the other with his fingers. He moved to the other and she groaned loudly, her body hot, her pulse racing, her face arched back, a vision of lust.

He slid lower and instantly, her legs spread open for him. He dragged his tongue down her belly, through her navel, nuzzling her pubis, her thighs, sliding down her legs to her feet, sucking onher toes, licking her soles, sliding up again. Shanti gasped and thrust her moist cunt up, the cunt-lips unfurled, her clitoris gorged and stiff. He pushed his face between her thighs.

Shanti hissed as his hot breath seared into her cunt, and then whimpered and gasped as his tongue followed, flickering like fire in her cunt, flicking her clitoris this way and that, his lips pressing in to suck her clitoris. He nibbled it gently and her hips jerked up savagely, her hands on his head, pinning him to her musky loins, her cunt juices streaming now . Her head jerked from side to side, and she panted and gasped with lust.

“Ohhhhh Kamesh yes … OHHhh uhhhh OHHH yes yes yes ohhh god yes ohhhhh uhhh OHHH!” she moaned.

He stopped suddenly, just short of her orgasm. He turned her over onto her front and bent over her, kissing the nape of her neck, nuzzling her sweet smelling, silky hair, teasing the gold chain around her neck, trickling his tongue down her spine and the curve of her hips and buttocks, teething them, prising them apart to rim her dank, puckered anus with his tongue. Shanti gasped and he thrust his hands under her chest, crushing her swollen breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples quivered in his fingers.

Kamesh paused to admire the delectable curve of her naked body as she lay on her front before him, her slender legs spread wide, her face on its side on the pillow, eyes closed, hands hugging the pillow. Her silken hair was awry now. He bent his face and she shivered in delight as his tongue slid over her naked heels and soles and toes again, his lips parting to gently suck on them.

Slowly, he rose up higher, his tongue slithering up one naked leg, his fingers tracing the line of the other, teasing the backs of her knees. He rose higher still, over the backs of her slim thighs and they shook at his touch. He kissed her buttocks, and her hips quivered under him, as his fingers fondled her inner thighs tenderly. Gently, he parted her buttocks.

“Kamesh … please … go on…” she muttered, deeply aroused.

Smiling to himself, he prised them open further and she gasped, her head rising, mouth parting in a wide ‘O’ of delight as his tongue flickered gently against her anus, probing Manavgat Escort the dank, puckered flesh. He slid his fingers and hands under her thighs. Her hips jerked up, her thighs spreading. Panting with excitement, she plunged a hand between her legs and spread her cunt-lips wide for him with her fingers.

“Kamesh … tongue-fuck me again,” she gasped.

Chuckling, he slid his head lower and she gasped, crying out as he pushed his tongue up into her wide, gaping cunt once more. He rolled his tongue inside her cunt and her finger arched up between his lips, flickering between his mouth and her cunt, his tongue dancing around her finger and her cunt, her finger rolling inside her cunt, her hips grinding round and round. She gasped, veering towards a climax.

He stopped her short again. He ripped off his trousers, taking his cock in his hand. He began to masturbate quickly, and she looked over her shoulder at him and gasped at the size of his gargantuan penis. His cock became hard and stiff, hungry for her. He bent over her,deciding that if she had been fucked before he could as well fuck her from behind right way, take her nice and slow and deep. He pressed his cock against her buttocks, sliding it lower, and her fingers curled about it with the confidence of an able lover.

“Ohmygod!” she gasped.

“Seen bigger?” he chuckled.

“Only …only in a dream … Oh God Kamesh … I want it … I want it inside me!”

He drew her hips higher. Holding his erect tool in his hand, he slowly squeezed his huge cock-head into her. She gasped, rising onto her forearms, hands clenching the counterpane, then ducked her hand between her legs to spread her cunt-lips wider apart.

“More …” she gasped, “Put it all in, Kamesh … I want all of you in there … God … Kamesh, please … hurry … fuck me … quickly …. shove it in OH uhh OH uhh Oh yes Oh god yes Oh yes oh god oh god OH GOD OHHHHHuhhhhhhh YES YESYESYES!”

Grinning in delight, his mind soaring, he skewered her cunt slowly, thrusting his cock slowly into her, the thick-veined, hairy shaft rasping against her inflamed clitoris, pranging her belly deeply, making her shudder and moan and cry out at the enormity of it inside her. She thought it would surely tear her in two and come ripping out of her throat .

Kneeling behind her, he waited till she caught her breath. His huge cock was embedded deep in her cunt, and its incredible heat made her cunt boil, her body flame with lust. She moaned. Her head sank between her arms, then rose in ecstasy, her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip. Her hips began to move, slowly at first, round and round, churning her cunt with his huge pestle, then faster and faster, and back and forth. She rocked on all fours, jerking her cunt up and down on his lance with shuddering cries, pulling up till only the top of the big cock-head was inside her,then pushing heavily down again. Faster and faster she went, moaning and keening desperately. Finally, he began to move, sliding his hips back and forth in a heavy, steady, demanding rhythm, forcing his penis as deep into her cunt as he could, moving faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping loudly against her buttocks, his head arching in delight. She was good, very good, her cunt hot and wet and tight as a drum.

“Ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH uhh OHHHH uh OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHH!” she went.

He paused and held her still and she waited as he spread his legs and pushed her down onto her front, her face on side on the pillow. He rose over her, knees astride her buttocks.

“Oh god Kamesh … fuckme…” she gasped, her mouth open. “Keep fucking me!”

He began to move again. His body corded with strain, his belly drew in. Hands on her buttocks, he stroked smoothly in and out of her cunt, keeping her pinned beneath him. Faster and faster he went, till his cock was running in and out of her like a piston, pumping furiously up and down and in and out, the huge cock thrusting in, jerking out, thrusting in, jerking out, pile-driving, glistening, dark, hot, throbbing, squelching and rasping into her cunt.

Shanti moaned deliriously.

She orgasmed, mewing and crying out, spasming and jerking, clawing at the counterpane. He continued to ram-fuck her from behind, plunging more and more deeply into her, his hips pounding against her buttocks. He sensed the end of the orgasm and slid smoothly out of her.

“C’mon bitch … now gimme some head,” he grunted.

Panting, hot, streaming with sweat, still deeply aroused, Shanti turned and bent before him as he knelt on the bed. Kamesh watched as she took his cock lovingly in her hand and began to jerk him.

She bent forward, parting her lips to swirl her tongue over his cock-head. He jerked her head forward and she took him deep into her mouth. He gasped. Her face distended, cheeks hollowed, she began to suck him hungrily, her head bobbing rapidly back and forth, up and down his sticky shaft, licking it, kissing it, sucking the cock-head and shaft deeply, lingering Escort Manavgat his balls, suckling them one by one, caressing her face with it, all the while fondling her own breasts. He felt his spoot roil up hot and he groaned, fucking her face with delight, moving her head back and forth to suit his pleasure.

“Come on, cunt … on your back!” he commanded.

She went down onto her back and once again he took her, this time leaning over her, his hands bending her thighs up, her knees hooked over his shoulders. She reached down to guide his cock into her cunt. He went into her smoothly, quickly, fast, running his lance into her in one skewering thrust. Shanti cried out, the

breath driven from her body and arched hard under him, his balls thumping against her buttocks, her body folded up in half.

He fucked her hard, pumping his hips up and down, his buttocks rising and falling furiously, rapidly, his huge cock sliding in deep.

“Yes yes Ohhhh god yes fuck me … fuck me … fuck me Kamesh ohhhh yes!” she cried.

“God ohhhh god ohhhhh yeh ohhhh uhhh OHHHHH yeh yeh YEHHHH uhhhh OHHh god yes!” he responded.

Her body jerked and rocked under his, their bodies hot, streaming with sweat, the fires rising in their loins, commingling, his huge cock rasping into her, squelching in,stretching her cunt-lips to their fullest, filling her to the brim. Her hands were on her jiggling breasts, squeezing and rolling them in an erotic frenzy, and she cried out for more, her voice rising in pitch and volume, her hips bucking at his, her cunt spasming and clamping hot and tight on his enormous dick, his huge cock rasping against her gorged clitoris, pounding and stroking in and out like a mechanised trip hammer, till she exploded once more, and then again and yet again. At last, he skewered her deeply and lingered, quivering inside her, his hips twitching and thrusting at her cunt, his cock throbbing and burning fiercely inside her sodden cunt.

He flung his head back and growled like an animal and she felt the quicksilver slugs of his spoot spurting into her in a hot, endless flood.

Gasping, his magnificent body streaming with sweat, Kamesh slid down onto Shanti, his enormous cock still inside her. She realised with a start that it was still rock-hard. She felt it throb and quiver inside her, felt the ooze of more jizz. She moaned her surprise and pleasure, tonguing his ear lasciviously, grinding her breasts under his hard chest.

“Fuck me again, lover … fuck me again,” she murmured hoarse voiced.

“With pleasure,” he chuckled.

He swung over onto his back and took her on top of him, straddling his lap, her knees bent and folded under her buttocks, her cunt impaled deeply on his pole. He kissed her slowly, fondling her heavy, turgid breasts, examining their superb contours with his expert fingers, marveling at their perfection. The gold chain with its pearl pendant swung against his chin. She rose, her hips grinding heavily against his and pressed her breast to his lips.

“Suck it … suck it Kamesh,” she moaned.

He flipped his tongue at the rigid nipple, making her gasp, her head snapping up, mouth open in delight as he flicked the nut hard breast tip. He scraped it across his teeth and gums, across the roof of his mouth, pinching and tweaking and twirling the other nipple, squeezing and kneading the fleshy mounds.

She began to move in excitement, rocking back and forth, up and down, her breasts and the gold chain jiggling heavily, her cunt rising and falling on his cock, going up a good eight inches, then slowly slithering down deep again, impaling itself on his penis.

Kamesh held her hips and began to move her up and down in a steady rhythm, lifting her high, easing her down, his own hips moving now in a motion that matched hers, his hips rising as hers fell.

“Ohhhhhh uhhh Ohhhh Kamesh Kamesh Kamesh Kamesh yes … ohhh god yes yes yes … ohhh uhhhh ohh ma uhhhh Ahhhh uhh Ahhhh uhhh Ohhh uhhhh yes ohhh yes ohhh uhh ohhhh yes that’s it … ohhh god yes … do it Kamesh … do it … mmm, yes ohhh uhhh ohhh yes!”

Her head was tilted back, her face a vision of lust, her lips parted, the nostrils flared, the perfect teeth bared. She hissed as he slid his fingers under her buttocks, a thick finger pressing insistently at her anus. She yielded and cried out as it slid in slowly, wriggling and jerking inside her.

“C’mon bitch … take it … mmm, yeh … ohhh yes take it slut take it all … ohhh god yeh … take it … take my cock, cunt … take it … ohhhh yeh Mmmm yes … god, yes …!” he gasped in unfaked delight.

He took control now, and began to move with her, bucking up heavily under her, tossing her on his lap, heaving with his powerful hips and loins.

She cried out as his cock pranged deep into her, her hands on her breasts, at her cunt-lips, flicking her clitoris, reaching back to cup and squeeze his balls, then going back to her breasts to crush and maul and knead the fleshy mounds in frenzied excitement, her head whipping from side to side, her lovely hair tossing wildly, the gold chain slapping and thumping on her chest, her body shining with sweat as she cried out louder and louder, exploding at last in a shattering orgasm, her cunt spasming uncontrollably on his enormous battering ram.

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When my wife and I were separated we had began to once again see one another but hadn’t made that commitment yet.

She asked me “Do you want to go with me to a college party some of her co-workers were attending?”

I said “yes.”

She said “We are not together so what ever happens with you or me is fine, ok?”

I agreed

I picked her up and we went to a townhouse off campus where the party was in full swing just like college kids do.

I was a bit older than them but also noticed no one cared and even some girls were flirting with me. Guess being older does help sometimes.

We started drinking beer and she danced with me and a lot of different guys, the music was loud and even saw her smoking some weed with a group of people.

She was at one time drinking a beer bong and getting it all over her at the same time so she was plastered as hell.

A lot of the guys talked to me and was amazed that she and I came together yet we were separated. It was a weird time but yet fun as well. I walked around a lot talking, dancing with some sweet young girls and was having a fine time myself.

A guy came up to me and said “Hey, we know you two are married and yet apart right now so if I made out with your wife would that be okay with you?”

I thought about it and said “Well since you put it that way, sure why not.”

He left me and walked up to my wife took her hand and led her upstairs to where I assumed bedrooms were located.

After about 20 minutes I had to go to the bathroom and went upstairs and opened a door thinking it was the bathroom.

The room was dimly lit but I could see the guy standing beside the bed and my wife sitting on the bed. He had his erect cock out and she was holding the shaft as she was sucking it like only she can.

She always likes to hold it, lick the underside length, let her tongue lick the pre-cum before she takes it all in.

He Manavgat Escort Bayan motioned me to close the door which I did and watched as she was sucking this strangers cock. It was amazing to watch this but I was turned on by the sight of it.

She continued sucking him and he was holding her hair as he face fucked her. She was moaning and he then twitched and spewed cum in her mouth. She was eagerly swallowing it as his cock drained and went soft. She swallowed again and licked it until it was all the way soft.

I slowly exited the room and he followed me.

He said she was so drunk and high she didn’t even notice me. He said she was laying on the bed when he left.

The guy said “If you don’t mind I think she’ll have more fun as the night goes on, wanna watch?”

I said “hell yes. You go ahead and do what you guys want as long as she wants to also.”

He went downstairs and I stood there, a minute of so later another young man came up.

He said “Jim told me about speaking to you, just follow me in and she’ll never see you.”

I did and sure enough she was laying down and didn’t see me.

He went to the side of the bed and said “Hi Susan, Jim said you can really suck a cock, wanna another one?”.

She moaned out “Oh Yes please let me suck you.”

He smiled in the dim light and unsnapped his jeans, lowered his underwear exposing one heck of a erect cock. I bet it was 2″ in diameter and 10″ long.

She saw it and took hold of it. She moaned even more deeply as she took it in her mouth. She proceeded to give him one hell of a blow job.

He did pull her tee shirt over her head and unhook her bra as she sucked him. His hands were squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she sucked ever more deeply.

After a few minutes he also increased his tempo of the face fuck and spurted his cum in her mouth. It was so much Manavgat Escort she couldn’t swallow it all as it seeped from her mouth.

She again laid back. He re-clothed himself, smiled at me and left. I remained standing in the shadows waiting for what was next.

I few minutes later a guy and girl came in the room.

She asked Susan “can I taste your pussy?”

Susan didn’t hesitate in answering “yes.”

The girl unsnapped Susan’s jeans and pulled them and her panties off. She then spread Susan’s legs and got between them.

I knew as soon as the girls tongue touched Susan’s clit. She moaned deeply and pushed her pussy into the girls face.

Susan grabbed out for the guy and he dropped his jeans and underwear and stood beside the bed.

Susan reached out to grab his cock and then put her mouth on it. She took it deep inside her mouth as she sucked his cock all the while being eaten. This went on for quite a few minutes until he increased his face fucking tempo.

He yelled “I’m Cumming” and filled Susan’s mouth with his cum.

Susan apparently also reached her climax as she pushed one last time into the girls face.

Susan laid back on the bed breathing very hard as I saw her massaging her own breasts.

As the couple left with smiles the girl even said “You taste good honey”.

A few more minutes passed and a young Spanish man entered, he looked at my nude wife and asked “Are you having a good time?”.

She replied slowly “Yes.”

He then said “Well you’re going to like this then.”

He came to the bed and she reached for him but he stopped her. She looked quizzical as him and he reached down to turn her onto her stomach. He said sternly, “get on your elbows and knees”.

She instantly obeyed. Her wet pussy was very evident and her asshole was expanded from the tongue lashing she had gotten.

He asked her “do you Escort Manavgat like to be fucked in the ass?”

She said “well I have a few times with my husband but not a lot.”

He leaned down and said “well you are gonna be fucked there now.”

He stroked her ass cheeks making her hips move and her moan to his touch. His fingers slid along her ass crack and on down to her rosebud and teased it.

She was loving it and pushed backwards to his finger. He saw some lotion on the night stand and disrobed, squirted some on her asshole and fingered her asshole some more. She was really loving it now and I was also.

He looked back and smiled at me. I motioned him to go ahead. He got behind her, repositioned her so I could see better and touched the head of his cock to her asshole. She sort of squealed at that feeling.

He then slowly entered her asshole with his erect cock and she was pushing back to him so as to make it go in quicker. Then he just jammed it in her ass making her cum at the suddenness of it.

She was going nuts and fucking his cock with her ass as he was enjoying the action also. They fucked one another for quite a while and I know she came several more times. I know that climaxing face she has.

His cock was sliding in deep and almost out of her and then back in, repeating it over and over.

Suddenly he said “Baby I am going to fill your ass with my cum.”

She replied “fuck my ass dammit, fuck it, fuck it hard.”

He tensed and I assumed he was filling her ass because he was moaning and stiffened up. After he calmed down his cock plopped out of her releasing a load of cum with it.

She collapsed on the bed, face down and said “Oh god that was good.”

He grinned and said “well the guys downstairs told me that a hot horny woman was up here ready to fuck anyway I wanted.”

She looked at him as he put his clothes on and then looked my way and replied “well I guess there is, right Honey?”

I said “do you want to stop?”

She smiled again and said “only if you want me to?”

I said “No way, you get all you want baby.”

She smiled and fingered her wet cum filled pussy as she said, “Well bring em on!”

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I saw you first when I worked in that little restaurant you love so much. The one with the white tea-light candles in glass holders, and with ever changing fresh flowers on each table. The napkins folded into fans on crisp white table cloths. And, more importantly, where I was a waitress and saw you bring in endless numbers of pretty girls in short skirts with long, brown, tanned legs. I remember judging each one as the skirts got shorter and the breasts got bigger, while I was a young undeveloped girl, never going to be noticed by a powerful man like you, able to control every situation, and everyone around you though you were only 22 yourself.

You made my head spin so much it was hard for me to work around you. Knowing I was little or nothing to you, other than a serving girl, made it relatively easy to cover my mistakes. Powerful as you are, you were also forgiving, and the countless slip-ups I made…calling you “madam” by accident, and dropping cutlery, tripping up…were all acquiesced with a heart-melting smile. It was too much to handle for an 18-year old fresher.

University was three years of pure sexual discovery, ranging from wild, passionate flings with strong-bodied sports teams, to loving sex session with compassionate art students. Each relationship and each person I slept with gave me more knowledge as to what men liked, what I wanted and how to pleasure myself to maximum effect. All the while I never forgot how your presence had made me feel in that little restaurant back home and on the lonelier nights I revisited the past remembering that cheeky grin and the wanting look that one night.

Between all the sex I had actually worked hard on my course at university and graduated with a first. More than that, I had become a woman during my university years attracting appreciative stares from older men wherever I went. Though it wasn’t hard, I’d landed a job as a secretary and I knew just how to dress so I could impress the men I worked with. It was necessary to assert myself sexually to become an equal in the male dominated business world as the only woman in the office.

After a year of flirting with men in the office and generally sailing through my career, the company was taken over by a large conglomerate corporation. There was to be a new management team and many job changes.

I couldn’t believe the day you walked into the office with a group of other men and introduced yourself as the new boss. I nearly fell off my chair and the old familiar feeling travelled down to my pussy, re-awakening feelings I had all but forgotten. Sweeping the room with your piercing blue eyes, you settled on the only woman present, me. I felt dizzy with anticipation. I remember very little other than the fact you asked my name and offered me a job as your personal assistant. The contract would be drawn up today and sent home with me to sign effective immediately. It was a shock but after consideration was probably inevitable as I clearly stood out.

I dressed carefully each day in pencil skirts and heels. The higher the better, extending the length of my legs, which I carefully crossed at the ankle, my desk turned towards your door, normally open for communication purposes giving me perfect opportunity to admire your strength and beauty. I found myself looking at you, biting my lip, daydreaming about one day walking in and shutting your door, finally having your hands touch me. The thought gave me a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

The pencil skirt, suspenders, silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the black trim of my bra, each chosen to appear effortlessly sexy. I could see they attracted your gaze from time to time and I made every move carefully, showing just enough leg or walking out of your office with a slight swing of my hips. The conversation between us becomes loaded with sexual tension and each time our fingers brush exchanging files or papers it feels electric.

I get called in for a weekly update. I’ve dressed in a tight, little pencil skirt, purple silk shirt and blazer, with sweet little stilettos giving a softer edge to the business dress I have to wear. I sit on the edge of the chair opposite you at your desk, my foot brushing your leg slightly as I reposition my feet. This time, although it is noticed by you I is unashamed and I fix you with a challenging stare willing you to make a move.

You don’t. Disappointed, I listen to the weekly update and plans for the coming week with my usually efficiency, taking notes.

You finish speaking and I turn to walk from the room but turn at the last moment giving you a longing look, subconsciously stroking the neckline of my blouse, brushing my breasts knowing my nipples are hard underneath and that I’m incredibly turned on. You seem to make no move and don’t even lift your head.

I turn away, no words are said but I hear footsteps behind me and suddenly a hand covering each breast from behind. I freeze as you fingers squeeze against my hot breasts. I Alanya Escort Bayan savour the touch; the sin is amazing. I feel a push into my back, you’re hard and the sensation provokes a small moan of pleasure. I know I want you but the idea of this being in work plays on my mind. And yet your confidence reassures me.

I start to get butterflies…we could get caught.

Rubbing your cock against my smooth behind, you smile as my nipples harden even more under your touch. I notice you slowly start to undo my buttons on my blouse…opening the first, the next, gently to the last then slipping one hand towards my breast, pinching my hard perfect nipple. With a rush of desire I turn to face you, flushed, biting my lip. I guide you other hand to the hem of my skirt, brushing it up the inside of my stockings towards the silk and lace of my soaking knickers.

I pull away, suddenly conscious that this is inappropriate, though I know I really don’t want to stop. Our eyes meet and the passion is undeniable. You grab my hand and pull me so our faces are inches apart and you whisper softly in my ear…”nobody will ever know”. That tips me over the edge and I push my lips to yours. You respond with such force I stumble backwards but you wrap one strong arm around my waist to steady me. I feel one gentle finger tracing the edge of my underwear…i want you to touch me, I want you to taste me, make me moan, make me come.

I undo the zip of my skirt letting it fall to the ground and brush the blouse from my shoulders. I stand adorned in black lace, the knickers gleaming from how wet I am. Your mouth falls open slightly in delight as your hand traces down my hot thighs and stockings, running down my smooth legs to my stilettos. As you start kissing me down my body and across the top of my thighs, grabbing my bum to feel the burning heat from my core, I let out a sigh of pleasure. You pull down my soaking knickers looking up at me but my eyes are closed and my head has fallen back in ecstasy. You slide them down past my ankles and run your hands back up over my thighs feeling my body tremble at your touch.

Standing back up, you push me towards the wall and slip one leg between mine kicking my feet apart. My stockings accentuate my thighs but not for long as you take one in between your teeth and pull it to my ankle. I kick off my shoes as you take the other stocking off. I can feel your tongue brushing against my leg and nearly buckle from the pleasure and you haven’t even begun to touch me yet.

The pressure from your tongue slowly travels up the inside of my leg stopping at the top of my thigh just before my dripping wet, burning sex. I want you to lick me and suck me. I put my hand to your hair and try to pull you the last inch towards my pussy but you’re stronger than me and resist, amused by my need for you.

“Take off your bra”, you command. Suddenly I am nervous but am obedient. “Good girl, now, go to the desk and sit with your legs apart, I want to see you”. Again I obey and sit, the sun glinting between my open legs on my moist, wet pussy. You stand and stare unashamedly and I become more turn on knowing you want me, you find me irresistible.

You walk towards me and my breath quickens. Kneeling down in front of me, you dip your strong tongue into my wanting pool of excitement. You follow the curve of my lips up to my clitoris and another shiver of pleasure runs down my spine. Long slow licks between my pussy and my clit start me quivering. I want you to taste me as I come into your mouth. Sensing I’m about to come you clamp your lips onto my exposed clitoris and suck softly, teasingly. I shudder and orgasm hard. All the waiting and teasing made it too easy.

But you’re not done. “Stand up and bend over the desk”. I do as commanded and hear you undo your belt buckle, take off your jacket and undo your shirt before taking off your shoes and socks and dropping your trousers and boxers to the floor. After kicking them out of the way you run a finger down my spine making my breath quicken once again. I turn round to see you taking your long, hard, perfect cock in one hand and using slow strokes to pleasure yourself. The look of pleasure on your face is hot and I reach down to my own clitoris brushing past my boobs and my hard nipples showing how horny I’ve become.

My pussy is still dripping wet and throbbing from the pleasure you afforded me. My fingers are instantly soaked as I push one, two, deep inside myself. You notice what I’m doing and slap my hand away before spanking me, softly at first, making my cheeks red before laying into my ass making me scream. But I enjoy it. I push my hips backwards towards you, inviting you to enter me.

The first entry makes me gasp; you’re so hard and thick. You drive into me, deep, pulling my hair making me buck on your cock. As always you’re controlled and controlling me. You take long, deep strokes. I’m desperate for you to lose all that control, to come inside me.

Your Alanya Escort pace gets faster and I hear you start to breathe deeply but all of a sudden you pull out. I moan with disappointment but you turn me over and suck my nipples softly seeing a small smile on my face.

My legs wrap themselves around your waist and pull you towards me as I lie back on your desk. Using one hand I guide you back into me using my leg muscles to thrust you deeper into me. My sex starts to drip and spasm in delight and your face contorts as you lose control inside me. The last few thrusts are hard and deep, pulling me onto you, your hands on my shoulders. Finally, with the last throb of my pussy I feel you shoot your hot, sweet seed into me, your cock twitching against me, my all controlling boss finally not in the driving seat. You half-collapse forward panting before straightening up and pulling out of me.

As our juices mix and flood out of me, you dress quickly and clean me up before helping me back into my clothes.

I am disappointed and a little hurt at your abruptness. I pick up some papers from your desk and start to leave the room in a daze but you stop me grabbing my free hand and pulling me back. You whisper again, “your review meeting is tomorrow and I have a surprise for you, I don’t want you to wear underwear, 10am”.

Patting my bum, I turn just in time for you to wink at me. I smile, satisfied, and walk out of your office, wordlessly as always, already wet at the prospect of tomorrow.

I’d only been a secretary for three weeks now, so a review meeting was out of the blue but that wink had conveyed a lot more than a review. For the rest of the day I’m dazed, unable to concentrate. The thought of you fills my head and I even catch myself shuddering. Once again those fantasies are returning.

I go home unable to get my key in the door, desperate to get in so I can get out of my wet knickers. They’re still soaking from sex earlier and the thoughts I’ve been having since. I go to my bedroom and undress quickly trying to get the thought of your hard cock pushing into me, out of my head.

It’s not working. I lie back on my sheets and my hand wanders to my bare breasts, the soft skin tingling under my own touch. I cup one of my breasts closing my fingers over the top and squeezing gently. The nipple stiffens under the palm of my hand so I take it between my thumb and finger, pinching and twisting it. I know I’m wet and it takes every ounce of self control not to let my hands slip towards my aching pussy. I grab both of my breasts squeezing hard and rubbing my nipples in circles feeling them hard under my fingertips.

I can’t stand it any longer. Licking one finger I allow myself a little pleasure, laying that finger on top of my clit applying a little pressure, enough to make me push my hips forward. I slide my finger down towards the pool of wetness that has formed and dip my finger in, breathing deep as I tease myself, thinking of how I know you’d take control and do the same thing, teasing me till I’m on edge.

Sliding my fingers back up to my clit I make little circles, no pressure but brushing the swollen tip with my finger. I can hear my breaths quickening, the mere thought of you pushing me closer to orgasm.

I take the nub of my clit between my fingers, massaging the inner clit, slow, sensual. Thinking of you pulling me towards you with your strong grip, kissing my neck, nibbling softly on my ear lobes sending shivers down my spine, making me thrust my hips towards you. All the power from you at work everyday makes me wet and now its got me so close to coming. I can’t stand it any longer. I plunge two fingers deep inside myself and instantly feel my pussy spasm and tighten around my fingers, pulsing out a strong orgasm.

I feel sleepy and relaxed as my pussy finally comes down from its high. I slip into an easy sleep, sighing with pleasure at finally getting what i’d wanted since I was just 16. I wake only when my alarm sounds the next morning. My heart is racing as I dress without underwear of any form just as you’d instructed me to.

I walk into the office confident today will leave me satisfied again. I sit at my desk feigning work, waiting for you to walk through the door. It gets to eleven and you still haven’t arrived. I panic unexpectedly, not for your safety, or the good of the company, but for the ache in my clit as always before expecting great sex.

Fortunately, I had become confident at work, being the only woman, that slipping into my private bathroom with a handbag attracted little attention, and so I’d started bringing a vibrator to work. Today I was in need. Frustrated by the wait I walked off towards the back corridor, but hear a door and an unmistakable voice. I turn to see you enter. You scan the room for me, confused at not seeing me at my desk. Fixing your dangerous eyes on me eventually you look more confused. Daringly, I take out the vibrator concealed Escort Alanya in my handbag, stroke the top edge and put it back away.

The beckon that comes from you after is commanding and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. Dropping my head a little in submission, I follow you to your office. You’ve held the door open for me and you shut it with some force as I enter after you. I stay facing away from you, embarrassed to turn and meet the anger I expect in your eyes.

On the contrary, I feel a strong hand at my neck pushing me to the floor. I comply and drop to my knees not sure what is really happening. You walk to stand in front of me and it dawns on me that the thought of me pleasuring myself has excited you. Your crotch at perfect eye level, I lean forward and trace the outline of your cock with one perfectly manicured finger. You take one step back and whisper in my ear, “no hands”. I’d always been one to accept a challenge and looked up to meet your gaze before pulling you forward with more force than you realised I had.

Taking your trouser zip in my mouth, I pull it down releasing your cock slightly from straining against the material of your trousers. The button slips away easily with a little persuasion from a well practised tongue, letting your trousers fall. Another glance up proves that you’re suitably impressed at my talent.

Having done the main bit so quickly, I decided to take my time with your crisp clean Calvin Klein’s. Nibbling gently up your long, hard shaft, I hear you let out a long breath which makes my mind race, knowing even the gentlest touch is giving you pleasure. Again using my teeth, I pull your boxers, first over your bulging dick, brushing the material down the length to your balls, then each side, taking my time, ensuring any material comes into contact with your bare skin, causing shivers to run over your body. At your knees, I let them drop and you step out of them, kicking them behind the door effectively preventing any entry from unexpected guests.

You walk towards your leather chair and sit down leisurely…a silent invitation for me to follow. You’ve slyly taken off your shirt and your muscular back is more than enough invitation for me.

I kneel slowly at your feet presuming you enjoy the control and having an obedient woman at your feet. However, it seems you can’t wait and your strong hand pushes the back of my head down onto your cock nearly choking me. But I recover quickly and suck with the supreme dedication of a well practised woman.

I use the pressure of my tongue to create extra sensations while my lips are wrapped tight around your shaft. I suck softly wanting you to enjoy every moment of it; I want you to have all the bliss I can afford you. Sucking to the top of your dick, I flick my tongue around the head and trace a circle around it feeling it pulse against my tongue. I catch your eye before I suck back down your cock, and you lean back, comfortable and incredibly horny. I start to move up and down sucking harder pushing you to the back of my throat as far as possible. I forget completely where I am and give you my all.

That is, until you grab the back of my head and pull me away. I’m confused, you’d started to thrust and I was convinced you were close to coming. I wanted to satisfy you. But it’s not over I realise as I’m pulled roughly to my feet and pushed back to sit on the desk by your powerful hands. You grab my bag and retrieve the contents that I tried to tease you with earlier. You switch it on to a gentle vibrate and hold it against my clitoris.

It’s not enough to get me off but it hasn’t half started my pussy dripping on to your desk. I’ve grabbed hold of the side of your desk, squeezing hard, determined not to let you see how amazing it feels. But you can see the gleam of liquid and for a second our eyes connect. U pull me towards you and kiss me for the first time deep, needing me, pulling at my clothes. I hear a button hit the floor and pull back to remove the rest of my top safely as I have nothing else to wear.

Once naked I gently straddle you teasing your cock with the opening to my pussy, letting you feel me dripping on your cock. But once again you want to be in control and push down on my shoulders so you’re completely inside me. The moan I let out must have been loud enough for other people in the office to hear but I couldn’t help it. Your dick filled every inch of me and I needed it inside me so much. I bounce up and down on your cock my breasts in front of your face. You can’t take your eyes off them.

The pace gets quicker, your cock sliding in and out of me easily creating tingles I’ve never had before I can feel your balls slapping against my bum. My breath quickens, the moans get louder, I look down and you’re breathing as deep as me trying to keep that cool, calm control. I start to roll my body changing direction slightly on your cock, changing rhythm, making it feel different, new, fun. You grab my hips helping me move smoother and getting deeper. The slow build up begins for both of us with the change, it feels so good.

I can’t keep it up for long, this movement needs control and I want to lose it. I push towards you, closer, deeper, faster. Building up to climax quicker with the harder fuck.

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