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The floor area reserved for hot oil massage was directly behind sakuras stool. The design had been artistically arranged to give the appearance of a small lily pond with ornamental koi swimming just below the surface. Sakura made no attempt to stop ayame and kaoru as they gently lifted her and carried her backwards to lie in the contours, her heart was still pounding from the overwhelming release of the orgasm chouko’s lips had deliciously transferred to her swollen clitoris and the cold tile simply made her arch her back and spread her thighs wide. She lay open and without shame, a small frame rapped in wanton bliss. Her nipples seemed to be bursting buds of desire pressing upwards for ever increasing attention and her stomach rippled in a tight almost painful rhythm.

Ayame and kaoru removed their yukata exposing thin hard bodies whose delicacy belied their strength. They knelt one on each side of sakura and poured warm oil onto her writhing form from beautifully crafted earthen ware bowls whose lustrous hue sparkled even in the dim light of the bath house.

From His vantage point Raion could clearly see the swollen lips of sakuras labia, the swelling had parted them sufficiently to expose the beautiful hood that adorned her mound and the projecting nub of the perfectly formed clitoris chouko had feasted on so recently. His minds eye followed the curve till He reached the tight puckering of her anal ring that He had joyously penetrated with a thrust of His finger on occasion.

Boss yamato was watching intently, His bulged eyes and round sly face reminded Raion of the American movie actor Peter Lorre whom He had often seen acting at the local cinema when He was young. Yamato drew a red patent leather ball gag from His kimono sleeve and placing the rubber bite piece in his mouth tightened the straps till they cut into his cheeks. He spread his knees wide allowing the silk kimono to fall open to the belly exposing his steel chastity caged penis. His face flushed with excitement but with no erection possible this only drove his state of ecstasy spiraling ever higher. His scrotum was tightly held in a form of screw clamp that at the same time widely separated the testicles whilst keeping the sac extra tight.

The two maiko had begun to gently run their hands up and down sakuras arms from wrist to pit and kept the limbs at the correct angle by offering one of their breasts for each of her hands to cup. Sakura had no qualms in fondling the firm mounds and began rolling the pert nipples decorating their center between her thumb and forefinger. For their part the maiko squatted deeper, opened their thighs wider and dribbled tears of pleasure from between their vaginal lips.

Kaoru and ayame leaned forward as one and each took one of sakuras hard nipples in their mouth. They bit gently, grazing the tender flesh with the edges of their teeth. Sakura gasped and throwing her head back pinched the maiko’s nipples hard. Chouko had been sitting on the stool opposite watching the performance. Her right hand had quickly slid between her thighs and the index finger was now slowly inscribing almanbahis adres circles around her swollen clitoris. Suddenly compelled she glided forward and slid her oiled body between sakuras spread knees. Position her left breast carefully she introduced her own erect nipple between sakuras soaked cleft and pressed inward and upward till the tip was lodged hard in sakuras hood. She pressed released then pressed again feeling the girl writhe beneath her even though pinioned by the maiko’s arms and flashing incisors.

“You need to show your pleasure more sakura. You must let the Daimyo know how your body, senses and mind are captivated by His touch. A man likes to hear the whimper of passion on a woman’s lips, closely followed by the scream of ecstasy.”

Moving ever upwards chouko’s lips found sakuras neck, soft and delicate caresses at first, but rapidly followed by harder inflamed kisses and small nips with her teeth leaving a trail of small red proofs of passion. The maiko’s tongues were dancing joyfully across her aureola bringing short excited gurgles of pleasure from sakuras throat. Chouko slid a finger deep into sakuras vaginal canal and bit hard on her bottom lip before sliding her tongue deep into her mouth. Without a thought sakura responded urgently lustily sucking on the penetrating dancing phalange.

Raion had first experienced a Kabuki performance at age six. Many of His Fathers peers considered this much too young an age to introduce a child to the imagery and confusion of the performances, considering that the nuances of language and gesture would be missed in one who’s journey of life was as yet short. Certainly the spectacle was overwhelming. The archaic language, dazzling costumes, the exaggerated make up and gesture all contrived to make an audiences eyes and ears react in a manner that was at once overpowered and yet conversely comforted.

“A religious experience for many.”

Raion tasted His Fathers words as he watched the expressions and body language of those around Him. Wonder certainly, awe definitely, but also a sense of belonging to something mysteriously magically never ending and beyond understanding.

This first tasted performance was of the famous ‘Yoshitsune and the Thousand Cherry Trees’ lasting five acts and with a sweeping plot of intrigue, revenge, combat, social status and eventual auspiciousness. Lasting from dawn till dusk this performance reflected the faster more fluid style of the original concept rather than the slow, almost mime version lately preferred.

Boss yamato had begun to literally foam at the mouth. With no other release of fluid possible the flood of his needed ejaculation was by necessity exiting his body orally. Raion perversely admired chouko’s control. The toy padlock fastening the chastity cage was no match for yamato’s physical strength and would with one twist have fallen in pieces to the floor. The constriction had to be uncomfortable, particularly with the urethral probe firmly embedded. Raion considered the complicated relationship that must exist between the husband and wife momentarily almanbahis yeni giriş then discarded the semantics as a surreal proposition that was uniquely configured and not worth particular contemplation. His decision was both profound and earthy being caused by another of chouko’s maiko kneeling between His thighs and beginning to unfasten the double tapes of His hakama. Fearing that refusal of this obviously prearranged service might be concluded as impolite He allowed the girl to draw the silk garment to the floor and spreading His kimono expose the target of her predetermined attention.

The passionate kiss with sakura at an end chouko positioned herself straddled across her chest. Reaching down she spread the swollen lips of her labia and began to slide her inner flesh up and down sakuras abdomen. The oil was slick between them but was of a type that heated through friction and sakura could clearly feel the imprint of chouko’s inner contours as they massaged her skin with an almost suction like firmness. Kaoru was attempting to place the complete length of her tongue within sakuras vagina, the tip amazingly managing to reach the urethra and was attempting to penetrate the tiny opening with great enthusiasm. Ayame had retrieved a large dildo from the recesses of the bath houses many pigeon holes and was licking it gleefully whilst her eyes fixed on sakura with a fanatical lust.

The evening following Raion’s first experience of kabuki had been as memorable as the performance itself. This was His first visit to Tokyo, the homogenous center of all that was traditional and modern in His homeland. The Shibashi Enbujo was in Ginza, a very upscale area full of stores, restaurants and of course theaters. Raion had been overwhelmed by the crowds of people in the streets as He and His Father walked to the performance and was amazed that even in the late evening when leaving the theater the area still buzzed with constant movement and a cacophony of noise.

“Father there are so many people. Has all of Japan come to visit today?”

“The world is getting smaller Raion and Japan is overflowing. See each individual leaf as it rustles and you will not be overshadowed by the tree. Focus on the form you can see clearly not on the one you can only imagine.”

Raion looked again and saw people, just people, men, women and children as occupied in their lives as He was in His own.

The maiko between Raion’s thighs had bought yamato to a point of almost complete collapse. This seemed rather mysterious at first but as she carefully raised Raion’s penis and eased Him forward on the low chair her technique proved abundantly explanatory. Rather than center her attentions of the shaft or head she began to caress Raion’s anal bud with light perfectly positioned licks, a delicate rimming that caused His penis to jerk in a dance of delight. Having lathed the area completely she turned her attention to His testicles, swirling them with her tongue before taking each in turn into her mouth and sucking with a sensitivity that showed restraint as well as constant practice. Interestingly almanbahis her eyes when possible were focused on the bosses face with a stare that could at only be described as humiliatingly teasing. Raion’s sac tightened under the divine suction and amazingly the girl managed to enclose both testes in her mouth and play them like a pair of benwa balls.

Sakura had never performed fellatio and she was unsure quite how to act when ayame offered the dildo tip to her pouting mouth. The obvious was accomplished quite easily by sakuras tongue snaking forth and rolling around the cleverly sculpted head and rim. The dildos girth was large and when ayame moved the tip between sakuras lips she found herself having to stretch her mouth to its widest. As it slid deeper she found her teeth grazed the surface and wondered if that was a pleasant experience for a flesh and blood member. Ayame began a slow rhythmic penetration of sakuras mouth, not deep enough to make her fear loss of breathe but far enough for the tip to cause her head to react as it reached the bottom of each stroke. Chouko’s eyes were closed tightly and a sublime smile painted across her face as the friction between sakura torso and her widely spread labia began to cause a ripple of release to reach her cervix. Kaoru was sucking and biting down on sakuras clitoris whilst thrusting three fingers deep into her inner core. Sakuras knees were drawn up to her chest either side of chouko who held them securely under her arms.

The train ride from Tokyo to their villages nearest station would take much of the night. The bullet train was still a thing of the future and railway travel was still a calm but slightly comfortable experience.

“Kabuki literally means to be unusual, out of the ordinary. There was a time when anyone who dressed flamboyantly and walked with a conspicuous swaggering air would be called kabukimono. The fascination with the bizarre is not a modern phenomenon only. Japanese culture may seem very controlled and bland but theatricality has always been accepted as the reverse of our coinage.”

Raion drank in His Fathers words like a sponge absorbing every drop of water possible. He never failed to feel awe at the depth of knowledge or the simplicity of language that was used to explain the most obscure seeming points.

“Whether traditionalist or modern, seemingly ordinary or bizarre people always act, always have a reverse side that if not visible is still clearly definable. Accept the obvious but never allow under currents beneath the surface to surprise you. All life is kabuki, beware the actors who do not wear the expected costumes in order to make it easy to disguise their true character.”

Sakura climaxed just as the dildo was deepest in her mouth. Its withdrawal was followed by a cry of such pure ecstasy it spread through symbiosis to chouko as well as both ayame and kaoru whom had been feverishly masturbating whilst working on sakura. The cry was louder than any she had let forth before. The noise had shape, the shape a form and the form was pleasure and release personified.

“Such a beautiful cry sakura. Such a magnificent pillowing. That is how to ensure your partners utter abandonment.”

Chouko whispered the words to sakura between deep abandoned kisses her breathe so short that the two sentences seemed to take an age to escape her swollen lips.

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It’s amazing to me how quickly people change. After my full frontal nudity fondling video was posted online most people I went to school with dropped it after only the first day back. There were plenty of sideways glances, whistles, texts, Facebook comments, etc. There were even a few people that genuinely wanted to know if I was “doing okay”. Some of them were even guys! I was surprised at the response. But by Tuesday it was already old news and life went on as usual.

I managed to get the video removed from most of the sites it was posted on and the ones I couldn’t remove were obscure anyway.

Jill and I graduated, I’m happy to say, and continued dating. Unfortunately for me she still wasn’t ready to have sex, which I understood and respected. Thankfully, however, our heavy fondling and making out was going nicely. More than once, by the time we finished I had pretty much “glued” my jeans to my leg if you know what I mean, but hey, I’m a guy.

Jill got a job working at a place for children with autism and I continued my horrible job. College was on the horizon for both of us, but there was money to be saved first.

I maintained my swimming and started getting more serious about working out and eating right. I did make sure that whenever I would lie out by the pool that I didn’t fall asleep and that the gate was locked before I went in.

I have no idea what happened to Martha Jensen, I heard that she moved out of state for college and the state is better off without her. Jen Tyler, on the other hand, is a skid-mark on the underwear of life and can’t be gotten rid of. Jill and I would often bump into her around town and she always pretended like we were old pals, even though we only graduated a few months ago and we always hated each other. Jen was a stuck up slut that got everything she wanted in life. One time we saw her crossing the street and Jill joked about running her over, but I think somewhere in the back of her mind she actually considered it—that’s my girl!

I started making a habit of walking to and from the bathroom in my underwear and I was even caught a few times by my Mom or sister. They never said anything, but it still gave me a weird feeling being seen like that.

On one occasion my sister Cindy followed me into my room and started talking to me. I tried to be casual but then I started to get embarrassed and a little hard so I had to cover up. I think she knew what was happening, but she didn’t say anything. After everything that happened to me, I was still shy as all hell and the more time went by, the more I seemed to revert to my extreme shyness.

This story gets interesting in August so let’s jump ahead shall we?

Jill came to dinner one day.

“So I need some ideas for raising money. We are having a friendly competition to raise money for autism awareness. They’re putting on a mental health carnival and each place has it’s own table. We are trying to figure out what we can do to raise more than the other tables. Bob Rafelson, I think his name is—he’s some rich guy and he’s agreed to match the table that raises the most money times four.

“So what are your ideas?” Mom asked.

“Well, that’s the problem we don’t have any good ideas. We do have access to a dunk booth, but those are lame and they don’t raise that much money. I wanted to do something cool, but I can’t think of anything.” Jill looked down at her food dejected.

“How about a Karaoke contest?” Mom said.

I laughed. “Karaoke? How about something not so old fashioned like square dancing!”

“Don’t make fun of me!” She scolded.

“See that’s the problem, there’s nothing good to do at a carnival. Oh and to make it worse guess who is at one of the tables? Jen Tyler! And you know she’ll do something perfect that wins and we’ll get thrown in the mud as usual.”

“Okay, this just got personal.” Cindy said. “We have to beat this chick!”

“So think, what can we do?” Jill begged.

There was nothing but silence, only the sound of forks hitting plates and chewing for a long moment.

Cindy finally spoke up, “The dunk booth isn’t a bad idea, you just need someone famous to dunk. Someone that will draw a crowd.”

“I called Justin Beiber, but he hasn’t called back yet.” Jill joked.

Cindy smiled a devilish smile. “What about somebody a little more local. A pseudo-celebrity, someone like, oh say, The Naked Swimmer!”

I flushed. I hadn’t heard that name in a few months and I wasn’t prepared for it.

“Cindy!” Mom came to my defense.

“What? It’s a good idea; it even involves swimming sort of. That first video is still on Youtube and it’s close to 126,000 views last I checked.”

“How often do you check?” I asked in horror.

“Every now and then. What? You have a cute butt and it’s funny. All the girls at work like it. They think you’re sexy. They would come and pay to see you get wet. They’re always asking me if they can meet you.”

“Mom!” I used my only defense.

To my horror my Mom was smiling to herself.

“Tell her to stop! She shouldn’t be looking at that!”

“Oh Mark, what’s almanbahis adres the big deal, she’s already seen it. Besides, your butt is pretty cute if I do say so.”

The three of them started laughing hysterically. I was red as an apple, but there was nothing I could do. I sat there and shook my head. My Mom touched my arm.

“I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t laugh.”

“No go ahead, it’s funny, it’s great.” This just made them laugh harder. “They aren’t going to let you advertise it with anything naked in the title anyway,” I added.

“Well, you don’t make a Naked Swimmer banner. You just spread the word privately. You can sign autographs for extra money, maybe we can grab a still from the video that doesn’t show too much and print them up. Charge $10 for an autograph. This is a good idea, Mark.” Cindy was enjoying this idea just a little too much.

Then Jill piped in, “We can keep the pictures low profile and just give them to the people that ask” she said.

I was once again shocked. “So now you’re on board with this?” I couldn’t believe it.

“If you want to, it’s really not a bad idea. And it is for the kids.” She flashed that look at me that melts my heart every single time.

I looked over at my Mom for advice.

“Well?” I asked her.

“It is for a good cause, if you’re comfortable with it, why not? After all, most people will just be dunking you, they won’t know who you are, and if some of them do maybe it will draw more money.”

I looked at all of them realizing they didn’t know what they were asking me. They clearly didn’t appreciate just how shy I really am. In light of past events I don’t blame them, but still!

“Anything for you Jill.” I gave in.

They all applauded.

A week went by and Jill talked to her supervisor. They had agreed to it. I couldn’t believe they went along with this. It was almost like hiring a porn star! But whatever, it’s for the kids.

One day when I came home from work Jill was in my sister’s room. I pushed the door open to see what they were doing. They were both sitting at the computer and playing my nude swim meet video over and over. It’s a strange feeling to walk into your sister’s room and see her and your girlfriend looking at a full screen image of your own naked body. They both turned and laughed when I walked into the room.

Cindy looked at me, “Hey you’re just in time. What do you think . . . this one . . .”

She clicked a still they had captured showing me looking embarrassed and covering myself while still showing my bare profile.

” . . . or this one . . .”

She opened another one that showed me from the front covering myself but showing some pubes.

” . . .or this one . . .”

She opened another one of when I first came out of the pool. There I was standing straight up body facing the camera with my head turned to the side, my arms at my side water dripping off my shining skin and showing full frontal nudity.

“Come on!” I yelled. “Get that off the screen!”

They both laughed.

“Jill says this one shows too much penis, but I don’t think so. I think this will be a BIG seller! Especially if we do this . . .”

She clicked a button and the picture enlarged. She kept it up until my penis filled the screen.

All I could do was sit there and look at my dick filling her computer screen while the two girls looked right at it in front of me laughing.

“I hope you’re enjoying this.”

“Okay, okay, I think we embarrassed him enough.” Jill finally came to my defense and my sister closed the picture.

“The first one is the one we’ll use.” I said. “And I’m only doing this because I love you.” I told Jill and she smiled. That smile made everything better.

“I love you too. I’m sorry we laughed, but it’s just . . . funny.”

“I know, I know.”

The following night was the carnival and I showed up right on time. I took my position on the tank and nobody came. A lot of people walked past, a few kids gave it a shot—five bucks for three throws. I remained perfectly dry. The real action didn’t start until later. That’s when my sister’s work friends showed up.

There were a lot of whistles and propositions. I smiled and tried not to look bothered. One of them kept commenting on how red my face was and I finally got into the spirit.

“Well, why don’t you cool me off then!” I yelled.

She tried several times and eventually succeeded. The water was ice; it nearly took my breath away. The women all cheered.

“Now that’s how I like to see him!”

“Look how that shirt clings to his young hard flesh!”

“Yeah, baby flex, show us those muscles”

I climbed back up and they continued. It seemed like every time I just started drying off, I got dunked again.

“Yeah, keep him wet!”

“Why don’t you take your shirt off for us, Swimmer!”

There was much laughter at my expense, but I knew it would be like that. One of them asked if I had a girlfriend and I happily replied that I did and she was the most amazing girl I ever met. There was a collective “AWE” from all the almanbahis giriş ladies, followed by the sound of the release being hit and I was underwater again!

Once they were out of money, one of them asked “Why don’t you come down here and autograph some photos for us?” They all cheered.

Jill pulled out a folder of the photos and they each took one. I was surprised. I had to endure the humiliation of all these women, many of them pretty hot, commenting on a photograph that pretty much showed off my entire body except the part I managed to barely cover. They told me how they enjoyed looking at my “form” many times online. This was rough, but I think my ever-increasing ego saw me through it.

“We just made a fortune, I can’t believe it!” Jill jumped up and down. “Oh, I’m so happy.”

I smiled and kissed her.

Just then an older woman came over to us.

“Excuse me, those ladies just told me you’re The Naked Swimmer?”

I slumped and looked at Jill. She looked back at me and smirked. I regained composure and feigned pride and said, “That’s me.”

She looked closely at my face and said, “Wow, it is you! I’ll be right back.”

Jill and I looked at each other and watched the woman scurry off.

About five minutes later she returned with a host of other women, some younger some older but all with devilish smiles.

“We came here to dunk The Naked Swimmer!” one of them exclaimed.

“Step right up and give it a try!” I said starting to get into character, although I didn’t really like being called that.

Dollars started being dropped by the handful and some of them had pretty good aim. One time after being dunked, when I came back out of the water, I heard one girl say, “Oh, I was hoping he’d come out naked like in the video.” That was followed by many catcalls. My heart started beating quicker at that. The idea that all these women were familiar with my nudity freaked me out and excited me.

I spent the next hour with a bigger and bigger crowd, I was more popular than I ever could have thought. We were making money hand over fist selling balls to throw and pictures. Pretty soon Jill had run out of photos to autograph and the women in the crowd were growing restless.

One thing I have learned is that when a bunch of women get together they have a tendency to become animals—much more than guys. The requests for my nudity in person grew. The first woman who arrived that started this whole crowd approached me again. She pulled me aside after a quick break.

“You know young man, if you really want to raise money, I know the guy running this carnival. I could get him to let us stay here tonight after close and maybe we can raise the stakes?” She said with a wink.

I laughed very nervously and told her “Ah, no thanks.”

I resumed my place over the tank and couldn’t get my mind back in the game.

Until I looked up and saw Jen walk over. I motioned to Jill and they saw each other at the same time. I saw them talk to each other, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Jill seemed upset and Jen was gloating.

The crowd started to thin a little and I took another break. I went over to Jill.

“So what did miss perfect have to say?”

“Well, it looks like her reign will continue. She’s raised a lot more than we have. She’s running some stupid shell game and people love it. Probably because they can look down her shirt while they play. She sucks.”

Oh no, here we go again. Jill had that sad look that I simply can’t stand. “How much do we have to raise?”

“About $500 in the next ten minutes.” She said.

I looked around for the answer. There’s no way.

“There’s no way we can do it. Well, we tried I guess. You were great, Mark I really appreciate what you’re doing, I know it’s rough for you.”

My heart broke for her. I wanted to rip the earth in half just for some justice.

Then it happened. I saw that lady again.

“Excuse me, Mrs.?” I yelled. She smiled and waved and walked over to me.

“How did you do tonight?”

“Not as good as we could. Is that offer still standing to raise the stakes?”

She smiled, “What do you have in mind?”

“A wager. We need to raise $500 before we leave.”

“$500? That’s a lot of dough Jack!” She said.

“It will be worth it. Try to get as many of those women back here after the place closes and tell them it will be worth their time and bring money!” I said with a wink.

The old lady liked the sound of this. “You got it.” She hustled off.

“What are you doing?” Jill asked.

“Something stupid as usual.” I took a deep breath; those old butterflies found their home in my stomach again.

Then everything got worse.

“Honey!” My Mom yelled. I looked over and saw her waving at me. She came over with about fifteen of her friends.

“Oh no, not now!”

She arrived. “How’s it going?” she asked

“What are you doing here?” I was horrified.

“I wanted to help out, but we’re running really late. Did you raise enough money?”

“No, but I thought of a way that we can, but I almanbahis yeni giriş can’t do it if you’re here.”

“Why not?” she asked.

As if to answer her question an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

“Folks we’d like to thank you for coming and helping out with these special causes tonight and the park will be closing so please everyone make your way to the exits. There is, however, a special private fundraiser going on over by the dunk tank, I’m afraid its adults only, and featuring a local Internet celebrity, The Naked Swimmer! So get your wallets out and head on over there. Everyone else please head to the exists and Thank You very much for your kindness and generosity tonight.”

My Mom looked at me with wide eyes. “What did you do?”

“I can’t. Just please let me do what I have to. I can’t back out now. Just please go home.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mark. I want to know what this is all about.”

She looked at Jill and Jill just shrugged. “I don’t know.”

An enormous crowd gathered around almost entirely made of women. There must have been one hundred people there. Unfortunately one of them was also my sister and all of her friends. Everyone was buzzing asking each other what the story was. I took one last look at my Mom, one glance at my sister, and a long hard look at Jill.

“This is for a good cause.” I told my Mother and took my place on the dunk tank. I grabbed the microphone and tried to speak through a very dry mouth. My hands were shaking wildly. I was more nervous than I have ever been in my entire life.

“Hi everyone. We were trying to raise the most money for our charity and we failed. Or I guess I failed. So . . . I had an idea. One that many of you have already suggested.”

My voice was cracking and shaking like crazy.

“So here’s the deal. We need to raise another $500 tonight. So, I’m going to make you an offer I hope now that it’s an offer you can refuse.” I looked at my Mother. She had an expression of being very skeptical of what I was about to say, but there was also trust in her eyes.

“I’m auctioning off myself! If we can raise $500 right now, then every time I’m dunked, I’ll remove an article of clothing and I’m only wearing three things so that shouldn’t take too long!”

There was an audible gasp followed by cheers. My sister’s jaw dropped and her friends all laughed and clapped.

“Once I’m naked, and it probably won’t be long . . .”

“The water’s not that cold!” someone yelled to more laughter.

“Once I’m naked you can take a photo of me and you for twenty dollars.”

“Naked?” someone else asked.

“Full frontal.” The crowd went wild. The old lady came over and took the microphone.

“I just want to say, I know many of the police here as well as the mayor and I think they will be happy to look the other way for this special fundraiser.”

I didn’t even think of that, it was probably my only out. Oh well, looks like this is going to happen.

My Mom then walked over and took the microphone, I was terrified at what she was about to say, but I also secretly hoped she would put an end to this and get me out of here.

“I just want to tell everyone that I am his mother. I love my son and over the years I have seen him grow into a fine young man. He is a man with honor and a sense of right and wrong that astounds me.”

She looked at me; “I support you in anything you do. And I have never been more proud of you then in this very moment. I know how hard this is for you.”

“But will he get it hard for us?” Some woman yelled—more laughter!

My Mom looked me up and down, “Now let’s raise some cash and strip this boy naked!”

My stomach dropped out; I couldn’t believe it. I was frozen in that moment; the place erupted in applause, whistles, hoots, and hollers! I stood there helpless as people lined up to drop money into the pot, my sister ran over to help Jill and my Mom count it all. Before the crowd was anywhere near finished donating money Jill smiled and yelled, “We’re there! Get up on that tank!”

I took my position, before long I was enveloped in water.

My Shirt came off.

A few throws later I was back in the drink.

My shorts came off. I was left in my white boxers.

I sat on the wooden sitting board and waited, it wouldn’t be long. My heart was pounding, I felt dizzy, and I felt like the world was on its side.

Everyone was screaming and cheering.

An autistic girl of maybe twenty was up next. I knew this would be it. It was just how this should end. She threw and missed, people cheered her on like she was in the Super Bowl. Second throw a miss. She wound up took aim for her last throw. Hell, even I was starting to root for her. She threw the ball and at first I could swear she missed, but then I heard the release trip. I dropped into the water.

For a moment, I was alone. There was no glass just a box; nobody could see me underwater. It was quiet but with a muffled roar outside in the world of oxygen. I reached down and pulled my boxers off. I started to push myself up, then hesitated. I had to work up the courage. My head surfaced and the roar of the audience was deafening. I reset the sitting board and put my hands on it. I lifted one leg up on it and looked out. My Mom was covering her mouth trying not to laugh; my sister was wide-eyed and excited for me.

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I’ll never forget the day my husband came home to me. He is in the Army and had been in Korea for a year on a hardship tour. It was the most difficult time of my life. The whole time he was gone it was like a part of me was missing. In truth something was missing…my heart. We’ve been together for seven years now, married for three, and it seems that we are both halves of the same whole. I came alive again the moment I saw him walking through the airport terminal towards me. This was before the heightened security after the September 11th attacks, but since it was 11:30 at night, no one was allowed in the terminal. He had eyes only for me that night. As soon as he stepped through the gate I was in his arms, vowing never to let go again. He had to let go of me only to greet his family, but I was never more than an arms length away from him at any time. Most of the time at the airport was a blur, as was the ride home in the back of my father-in-law’s truck. I remember our hands wandering, but not being obvious because of his father in the front seat.

After we arrived home, his mother wanted to see him, naturally, so we had to wait even longer to do what we both needed to do. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, his mother went to bed and we were alone at last.

I don’t remember who made the first move, all I remember is being in his arms, hugging, kissing, touching the places on him that I had been denied. And his hands weren’t idle either. He knows just where to touch me, when, how hard or soft. I can’t explain it; it is very rare that I need to tell him what to do. At first I was shy, after all it had been a year since he had seen me, even though he is my husband. It felt like it was our first time all over again. He sat down on the couch and had me straddle his lap. As he started to unbutton my blouse, the shyness really kicked in. I wasn’t sure if he would still be attracted to me. That was when he pushed his hips up to mine, and all doubts were erased.

“Did you miss me?” he whispered huskily, as he pressed himself to me again.

I groaned. “You know I did” I replied before claiming his mouth again. “Did you miss me?” I asked him

“What do you think?” he said, as he finished off the last button, claiming my breasts at last. He knows how sensitive they are, he’s been able to make me cum just by teasing my nipples. We kissed hungrily, not being able to get enough of each other. But a growing awareness of where we were started to form in my mind, and I think he realized it at the same time. “Let’s go upstairs”. Let me tell you. That was the longest trip up the stairs I have ever made. We had to stop every few steps, just to touch, to make sure that this wasn’t another fantasy of ours.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally made it to our room. Ever the gentleman, he let me go in first, then he shut the door, locking it so our son wouldn’t disturb us in the morning. To this day, I don’t remember removing my clothes, or his for that matter. I just remember us coming together on the bed, hugging each other so tight, like we were never going to let go. Tears started to form in my almanbahis eyes. I couldn’t believe that he was actually there with me. He just held me tighter, letting me cry it out, speaking the soothing words that I needed to hear from him, that he loved me, and missed me, and that he would never leave me again. He started placing kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, but when he reached my mouth, the kisses became hotter, more passionate. He slowly kissed his way down to my neck, taking a slight detour to the spot just behind my ear, the one he knows will make me melt. By the time he got to my breasts, I felt like I was on fire, I wanted to skip all the foreplay and go at it, but he would have nothing of it.

“Let me tease you” he whispered against my breast. Now there was no way I could resist him, I never could. I just nodded and he clamped his mouth over my nipple, making me shoot off the bed. I was so lost in the pleasure that he was giving me, I didn’t notice his hand slowly working its way down my body, towards that special spot. He paused, noticing that I had shaved. He groaned, and then slipped his hand between my thighs. Just a light touch and I exploded, my first orgasm from someone other than myself in over a year. But he wouldn’t let up. His caresses became bolder, more demanding. I was not above begging at this point.

“Put your fingers inside me” I pleaded, writhing on the bed.

“No, there is only one thing that you’ll get inside you tonight” he grinned down at me, “Besides, I’m not done teasing you yet”.

“Dammit, I’ll do it myself if I have to”. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he took my hands and pinned them above my head, so I couldn’t touch myself.

“Baby, do you still have that scarf?” I shook my head. “Damn, I guess we will just have to get a new one.” He used one hand to keep my hands pinned about my head, and the other kept teasing me, circling my clit, but never coming in contact with it. My moaning was getting louder. “Sshhh… baby, you’ll wake up the boy.”

“Then do something to keep me quiet.” His mouth swooped down to cover mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He was never really into French kissing, and he hasn’t had a lot of practice, but to me he is a natural. I let out a little sigh, kissing him back with my whole being. After a few minutes of intense kisses, I broke it, feeling light headed.

“Sweetie…I need you.” He still said no, so I wrenched my hands out from his grip, and rolled away from him.

“Where ya goin, hon?” he asked. I didn’t say anything, and I made him roll onto his back. I kept looking into his eyes, and when it dawned on him what I had in mind, the look he got was indescribable. I slowly leaned over, leaving light kisses on his body as I worked my way down. Once I got to my goal, I kneeled between his knees, stretching up for one last kiss from my love. “Oh, god, baby….don’t tease me…just do it.”

“Do what, dear?” I said with a grin. I settled myself between his legs once more, caressing and kissing the area around his penis. He was squirming, trying to get me to take it in my mouth, but I can tease too. almanbahis adres As I exhaled on the tip, his buried his hands in my hair, and practically forced my mouth down. I didn’t fight him, that was what I had been waiting for. Slowly I sank my mouth down over his shaft, taking in as much as I could, putting pressure on it with my tongue as I rose back up. He stopped me right away.

“I can’t take it…I want you too much.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked sweetly. He rolled me off of him and reached over for a condom. He was so frustrated, that he was having trouble opening it. I took that opportunity to grab hold of his dick, slowly rubbing it. He stopped fumbling with the foil packet, and closed his eyes with a look of pleasure drifting across his face. “You’re gonna have to stop, dear, if you want me to last,” he whispered.

“I’m just trying to keep you in the mood. But if you really want me to stop I will.” As I said that I dipped my head down for one last lick. He rolled on the rubber, pushing me on my back and entering me in one quick thrust. “Oh, god, I missed you…” I said.

“Sshhh…you talk too much.” He tilted his head down and kissed me. We laid there like that for a few minutes, just kissing each other. Then he started to move. Our lovemaking started out slow, we wanted to make it last as long as possible, but the pent up frustrations from the past year got the better of us. We started moving against each other harder and faster, until he stopped. “I want you on top of me” he rasped. Not one to complain, I rolled over with him until I was on top, in what I believe is a favorite for both of us. Now he has never really told me, but the fact that that’s how we usually end up leads me to believe he loves it as much as I do.

I started to move my hips slowly, back and forth. He buried his hands in my hair, pulling my head down to kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth as he thrust up into me. I moaned into his mouth, moving against him a little harder. As I sat back up, his hands moved from my hair to my breasts, softly caressing at first, then as my sighs started getting louder, the pressure on my breasts increased. He started pinching my nipples, harder and harder, making my sighs turn to moans. I leaned down, kissing him on his neck, his ear, anywhere I could think of. It had been so long since we had been together, I had to keep reassuring myself that he wasn’t an illusion, all the while I was moving my hips, stroking myself against him. He slowed me for a second, only to move us both up on the bed, so he was in more of a sitting position. I grinned at him. I knew what he was doing. He knew it was the best way to make me cum more than once. He took my hands and placed them against the wall above my head. He put his hands on my hips, and I started to move again, using the wall to help force myself down on him, taking him inside me as deep as I could.

“I missed you”, I whispered . He pulled me down for a kiss and took one of his hands from my hips to play with my clit. “Oh god….” As soon as he touched me, all logical thought was gone. Everything, every thought, every feeling almanbahis giriş was centered on the pleasure that my husband was giving me. He started to kiss my breast, taking the nipple in his mouth, causing me to cry out. As he covered my mouth with his other hand, I took one of his fingers in my mouth, lightly licking it, in the same way I had licked his dick. This caused him to press down on my clit, making me press down harder, my hips stroking against him faster, trying to cum. The feeling was getting so intense, I felt like I was going to explode. “I’m getting close” I rasped.

“Cum for me” he breathed in my ear. “I need you to cum.” He went back to my nipple, licking and sucking at the hard bud that had formed. It felt like little electric shocks were running through my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, he switched breasts and started his attack on the other one. That put me over the edge.

“Oh, yes, baby…I’m cumming,” I moaned. All the pressure that had been building up let loose all at once, exploding in me like dynamite. I had never cum so hard in my life. I actually saw stars as the orgasm ripped through my body.

As I started coming down, my hips slowed, but never stopped. My body was still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He still hadn’t cum yet, and in his mind I wasn’t done yet. He took his hand off my clit because it was just way too sensitive and put both hands back on my hips. He claimed my mouth again, guiding my hips back and forth. Even thought I had just had a really big orgasm, I could feel the tension forming again. As he guided my hips, I pressed down, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone. I took his face in my hands to kiss him, but he put them back on the wall. “I like it this way” he said huskily. “I want you to cum with me”. With that he kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth, mine sliding against it. Our bodies were straining against each other, both set on one goal. We moved against each other, faster and faster, as the feeling inside us built up, until it washed over both of us.

“I love you” we whispered in unison. “I’m gonna cum” he moaned.

“I wanna hear you” I told him. His hands made my hips move faster, his hips thrusting up into me, his dick sliding in and out. I knew he was getting close. I reached down and started playing with my own clit, bringing myself to the same peak that he was reaching. “Oh…yes…yeeesssss….baby, I’m cumming” I groan, as another orgasm flows through me.

“Ahhh…yeaaaa”, he cries with one final thrust into me. I keep my hips moving slowly, making sure that every last shot is milked out of him.

As our bodies calm down, the love inside us swells, and our kisses are once again gentle. I climbed off of him, and laid down next to him. After a minute or so he excused himself, to go dispose of the condom. When he came back, he got in bed with me, drawing me close to him. I put my head on his shoulder and my arm around him. He just held me, kissing my forehead every once in a while. It wasn’t long after that when sleep began to take over. We murmured words of love to each other, and drifted off to sleep, both fully satisfied and happy that we were together again. We were complete again at last.

This is dedicated to my husband, the man I love, admire and worship, the one who has more control over my body than I do. He is my hero and my best friend. I love you, Babe.

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I’ve never been one to take risks. I was a student at a local college, to keep from traveling to far from the things that I knew, that I was comfortable with. I stayed in a part-time job that I didn’t particularly like just because I knew what to do. I played it safe, and I found it disgusting. I was a twenty year old woman who hadn’t really lived. I never figured that I lacked anything….. I’m 5’5 with blonde hair and green eyes, an athletic body from the sports that I would play. I didn’t see myself lacking anything that people would be attracted to. The only problem I seemed to have was that I didn’t know what to do with what I had, and most times I was just too scared to try.

At the last stop before the highway the bus stopped to pick up the last passengers that the remaining seats would allow. I had hoped that I wouldn’t be getting a seat partner for the 45 minute trip to school, but I could see someone walking towards the back, towards my seat. I pushed my backpack onto the floor, freeing the seat next to me. I sat considering the hideous traits my seat-mate would have; too much perfume, not enough, smelling like an ashtray… the list was endless. But, this time, instead of an over-scented middle-aged woman who could have comfortably taken both of the seats with her size, I was rewarded. He was in his twenties, somewhere in the middle, an alterna-looking guy, that look that made me want to continue staring. He took the seat next to mine and pulled his backpack onto his lap. I tried no to be too obvious as I slid my gaze sideways to check him out. Deciding that I had definitely been rewarded I turned to look out the window. He tried to make himself more comfortable and ended up jostling me in the process. His “sorry” was accompanied with a glorious smile.

He had a British accent. I love guys with accents.

I returned his smile as I told him that it wasn’t a problem, the seating set-up gave you no choice but to get up-close-and-personal with your neighbor.

I wouldn’t mind getting up-close-and-personal with him.

I turned away again, looking out the window and hoping that the traffic wouldn’t make me late for my first class. He was shifting around in his seat again and I didn’t bother to look over. Just as he had stopped moving, I felt something come to rest on my leg, just above my knee. I figured that it was part of his backpack, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. After a moment the pressure moved a little farther up my leg. I still didn’t pay any attention to it. I considered getting him to move his bag, but after a moment, I got used to the pressure. The pressure on my leg shifted again, this time sliding towards my inner thigh. I started paying attention. When almanbahis giriş I looked I didn’t see part of his backpack, but I did see his hand curved around my thigh, his fingers resting on my inner thigh. I looked up and came gaze-to-gaze with his green eyes. Even with his creepy tendency to hit on strangers, he was really hot. I guess I gave him a look questioning what he was doing because he answered.

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“So, just any leg will do?” I asked.

“No, there has to be more than the leg that I’m interested in.”

“I see.”

I turned away, back to the window. I hadn’t told him to move his hand, and he hadn’t. I stared blindly out the window, trying to figure out what to do next. If I had to be honest with myself I would have to admit that I liked how his hand on my leg made me feel. The fact that he was a stranger, tied in with the fact we were on a crowded bus made the sensations even stronger. I began to imagine where else his hands could go, all the while, no one around us would know what was going on. There was still a half an hour before my stop, maybe even longer if traffic was bad. A lot could happen in half an hour. I decided, although probably against my better judgment, that I wouldn’t mind seeing where this would go. I figured, since he hadn’t moved his hand since I mentioned it, that I would have to give him some kind of go-ahead signal. Having little to lose, and possibly a lot to gain, I put my hand, atop his, holding it against my thigh. I slid a look in his direction and found him watching me. I unconsciously began stroking the back of his hand with my thumb. His hand inched farther up my leg, it was now a mere inch or two from the zipper of my jeans.

Its now that I would have to admit that the entire situation was incredibly erotic, and was invoking some responses from my body. All of my muscles were taught, waiting to see what was going to happen, and I was growing damp at the thought of what could come.

I was now really curious as to how far he would take this. I nudged his hand with mine, just slightly, and it slid a mere whisper from where I wanted it. I unconsciously squirmed in my seat, trying to tell him how it felt, how I wanted more, all without words. He understood. His hand slid from underneath mine, and covered my now damp core through my jeans. I swallowed my gasp as I clenched and unclenched my fingers into fists. When I looked at him I encountered his satisfied smile. Not wanting to be the only one giving a piece of themselves in this endeavor, I dropped my hand onto his thigh, a mere inch from his visibly straining cock. His eyes shuttered for a moment, and I could tell that he was interested in almanbahis yeni giriş more too. I slid my hand the remaining inch and encompassed as much of him as I could.

He had a lot to offer.

I couldn’t help but move my hand a little in an attempt to discover more of him. His reaction to my exploration was to press and grind his hand on my pubic bone through my jeans, causing me to gasp. With the gasp I returned to the reality that I had completely forgotten. I was sitting on a public bus, surrounded by people with a stranger’s hand doing wonderful things to me. What was I doing? I went to pull my hand away from him, to push his hand away from me.

“Don’t” He whispered.

I stopped and looked at him. He was totally focused on my hand atop his straining cock.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I told him.

“Why? Doesn’t this feel good?” He ground his hand against me.

“Yes.” I gasped. “But the people.”

“They don’t know, they can’t see, you just have to be quiet.”

“ What are we doing?” I tried in vain to reality back to the situation.

“Trust me.” He told me.

“Trust you? I don’t even know you.”

“But you know this.” He rubbed me through my jeans again.

I had difficulty thinking of another reason for him to stop. I no longer cared about being late for class, or the bus full of people on it. I had a hard time thinking past what his hand was doing to me. His hand moved to the zipper of my jeans, slowly and quietly undoing it. I tried to form the words, to tell him to stop, but I ached to feel his hand even closer. I pushed my hips forward, straining towards his hand. He placed his hand over the open zipper and pushed my hips back into the seat.

“You have to be quiet.” He told me.

I hadn’t realized that I had been making a sound.

He slid his hand down inside my jeans, cupping me. If I had had a rational thought, I would have been embarrassed by how wet I was. I was sure that he could tell how aroused I was. As his fingers began rubbing over my clit that he had so deftly found, I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. My eyes had fallen shut, and I was completely focused on the sensations that he was invoking. When his fingers sought and found their goal underneath my underwear, my hips jerked. His fingers, now without the fabric barrier slid smoothly.

My hand had stopped moving atop his cock and I didn’t care, I was focused completely on his fingers. They slid smoothly. His fingers teased my labia, rubbing back and forth, slowly, then faster. My hips were moving unconsciously along with his fingers, trying to encourage him to go further. He took my unconscious hint and slid his index almanbahis finger into me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He held his finger still inside me for a moment, then began moving it. He would withdraw it completely before plunging it back in; over and over. I couldn’t keep my hips from bucking against his hand, and I didn’t care. Then suddenly there was a second finger inside me, two moving together. I clamped my inner muscles around his fingers, trying to get them to stop moving long enough to focus on the growing sensations that his fingers were causing. His fingers continued their relentless assault.

I almost drew blood as I bit my lip to keep from making a noise. I suppressed even the smallest of moans. My eyes were still clamped shut, to better focus on the sensations that he was causing….. well that and than I could block out the fact the I was on a bus surrounded by strangers on the verge of a mind-altering orgasm. All the while his fingers continued their teasing forays. Two fingers turned into three as he slid another finger inside me and it was all I could do to keep from groaning. I felt so full, but not full enough, if that is even possible. I ground my hips down onto his hand, trying in vain to push his fingers deeper, farther. I needed more. I could feel the edges of reality slowly pull away, and I let them. I pushed against his hand harder, and harder, his fingers moving faster and faster. Then tension in my body increased and I knew that in no time I was going to cum.

His fingers continued their relentless pumping, in and out and in and out, and faster and faster. Suddenly as his fingers plunged in again he pinched my clit. That was all it took, and my senses were reeling. I had to bite down on my lip hard, and muffle any other sound with my hand as I came in a blinding rush.

I can honestly say, looking back, I think that I might have blacked out. When my eyes blinked open I found him looking quite satisfied with what he had accomplished. I wasn’t complaining. His hand was still under my panties. He tweaked my clit before removing it, sending aftershocks through my body. Remembering where I was I hastily redid my pants and tried not to look as if I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm. I looked out the window to gather my bearings when I noticed where I was.

My stop was the next one. I pulled the bell, picked up my bag, and turned to him.

“This is where I get off.”

“I noticed.”

“This is my stop.”

“But things aren’t finished here.”

I glanced down to his groin and saw the evidence of his arousal.

“I’d love to help you, but I’ve got class.”

I stepped over his legs into the aisle. Before I headed to the front I turned to him.

“I take the same bus every morning, maybe I can help you tomorrow.”

I turned and got off the bus as it stopped. As the bus pulled away from the curb I couldn’t help but smile. Yep, I had definitely been rewarded in the seat neighbor category.

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I’ve mentioned in a previous story how Kim had incredible sexual energy and how she opened me up to a wide variety of new experiences. Monique was one of her friends who added to one of the many dimensions of our relationship. Let me tell you what happened.

Monique lived in the Southwest and was having some challenges in her life. Kim was one of those friends she called to vent to, and perhaps get some sound advice. After several conversations over a few weeks, Kim persuaded Monique to come and visit and bring her son for the trip. Kim and Monique had sons who were close in age and the idea was that some adult and kid interaction would be good for everyone. Sounded like a good idea.

And over the next couple of weeks plane tickets were purchased and plans were made. Monique and her son would stay at Kim’s house and Kim would take a few days off from work so they could all spend time together. Certainly, Kim wanted to spend some time alone with Monique and so Kim asked, or better said, “persuaded me,” to be with the kids on one or two evenings while they went out. Knowing how giving Kim could be “very giving,” I agreed and also pushed to see if perhaps a threesome might be a possibility. Kim smiled and said she would think about it and talk to Monique.

Conversations continued. I’m not sure what was said, but I had a sense that Kim was setting the stage for something when Monique was in town. I knew not to ask. I put it out there. Kim knew what I wanted, and it didn’t need to be said again. Perhaps Kim was interested in the idea too and so I let things evolve.

One evening, a few days before Monique arrived, they were talking on the phone (speaker phone) while I was at Kim’s home, and I heard Kim tell Monique how much she loves my cock. Monique said, “Let me see.”

Kim said, “Hold on and I’ll take a photo for you.”

Kim called Escort me over and told me to take out my cock because she wanted to send Monique a photo. I complied, but I wasn’t hard. And Kim told Monique as much.

“Suck his dick now.” She said. And so right then, Kim started taking direction from Monique.

“Lick his balls.” She said. “Make him hard and let me see what you’ve been fucking every night.”

Quickly I was hard. I removed Kim’s shirt (she wasn’t wearing a bra.) And I put my cock between Kim’s glorious 36DD tits. She took a photo and sent it to Monique.

“Nice tits” was the first thing Monique said. “I’d love to feel those and suck on them, while getting fucked by that dick.”

For the next 20-30 minutes, Monique directed us (I completely lost track of time and space.) She had me sucking on Kim’s tits and licking her cunt for most of the call. I fucked Kim while Monique told me to pound her harder. Eventually, after Kim came, Monique told me to stand over Kim’s face and jerk off until I came. Kim was holding my balls with one hand and had her phone in the other hand to take a picture of me stroking while holding my balls. I blew all over Kim’s face and she sent a few more pictures to Monique.

I asked if we would be able to do more in person when she arrived. “Maybe.” She said. At least I knew the possibility existed. I asked Monique to send us a photo. She did, after some persuading. Topless only. Monique had a few extra pounds and wasn’t too comfortable about it, but Kim told her how much I love big tits and so Monique sent a shot of her natural 38DDs. Kim said that each of us would suck on one of them when she arrived. Monique loved the idea as she had never done that before.

Monique excused herself and said she was going to get herself off while thinking about what just happened on the phone. None of Escort Bayan us had done anything like that before. We all had something to consider as Monique and her son would be there in just a few short days. For days my mind raced with all the possibilities of what might occur.

Monique and her son arrived a few days later. We all hung out and had dinner. I excused myself and let them all be for the next few days. Saturday afternoon came and it was my turn to step up. I spent all afternoon and evening with the boys while the girls did their thing. A spa day. Dinner. Dancing. Drinking. They got home around 1am. The boys had been in bed and asleep since 10. I fell asleep on the couch wondering when the girls might come home and what might happen. I was hard on and off all evening thinking about the possibilities. My balls started to ache, and I needed to have a release, but was going to wait and see what would happen when they came home.

When the girls finally came home, they looked stunning. Still all dolled up and both of them showing off their tits. They were a little buzzed and judging by the way they were touching each other, they were up for some fun. I joined in and started feeling Monique’s tits. Kim stared to unbutton my jeans and take them off. There we all were, standing in Kim’s dark living room with only the tv on to light the room. My hands on Monique’s tits. Gently removing them from her dress to be able to take one in my mouth. Me standing there half naked with cock at full attention and Kim stroking me while Monique watched.

“We have to be quiet.” Kim said. “We don’t want the boys waking up and seeing this.” Obviously, we all agreed, but were horny as fuck and needed to cum soon.

Kim made me sit back down and whispered something into Monique’s ear. The next thing I saw was both of then on their knees Bayan Escort in front of me with the front of their dresses open. Four glorious tits for me to feel. And then four hands and two hot mouths on my cock and balls.

For at least 10 minutes they alternated sucking my cock and my nuts, taking turns. Eventually I couldn’t hold it anymore and told them I was close. Kim got her phone and told me to jerk off and blow all over Monique’s tits and that she would take a picture. I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. It was so wet from having them suck me off. Kim told Monique to get a good grip on my balls and squeeze until I came. My nuts had already been aching for hours and this was going to take it to another level.

The sensation of pain from Monique’s fist around my delicate balls and my hand pumping my wet cock was overwhelming and I quickly covered her tits in cum. Monique didn’t release my nuts until Kim pulled her hand away. The pain and pleasure was fucking amazing. Kim got some photos and started to rub cum all over Monique’s chest and suck her nipples. It was fucking hot seeing this and I wanted so much more, but it wasn’t meant to be that night.

The girls went to bed. The same bed. I found out in the morning that they played with each other and had their own experiences. Kim said she would tell me about it someday.

It was an evening to remember for all of us. I was hoping to get another shot with Monique before she left to fly back home. It never happened, but I have amazing memories of that trip.

Kim and Monique never shared any of those photos with me. I only have those amazing memories.

Long after Kim and I broke up, I connected with Monique on social media. We exchanged some notes and she admitted how much she loved my cock and cumming all over her tits. She told me that if she ever came out to my city again without her son, that we could spend the entire weekend in bed doing anything I wanted.

That hasn’t happened yet but is good to know for some future memorable encounter. Wherever you are and whatever you are doing Monique, I wish you well.

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My Love, I want you to sit in front of your computer and bring up a picture, a visual piece, like a pussy only not the full face and body, just knees bent and legs open. Long beautiful elegant fingers spreading the lips just lightly.

Imagine I came in and am sitting on this desk fully clothed but your chair that your in has arms so I place the toes of my high heeled black leather, ankle wrap around, pointy tips on each side of you. You sit back and smile and I lean back smiling too.

I lift my thin black silky dress and you see my panties are missing and the glistening of my wetness already noticeable. You see the tip of a black corset that the stockings are attached to also. I lift my dress up with both hands on each side up and over my head and reveal a leather corset with a waist that’s only a few inches wide and my nipples are standing tall and erect as they are jutting out of the top.

You lean up but I’m here to play with you and I use my pointy shoes to keep you where you are. I see a noticeably growing cock needing Escort bayan out of his pants and I ask you to unzip as my lips are licking the length of my smile as you zip down and the head has made its way out of your boxers and you also have some glistening begging to be there for a good reason.

This sight turns me on all of a sudden and I ask you to lick me, you lean forward and do so, spreading my lips lightly to tweak my clit and you take it in your mouth, its jutting out for more. I just needed that electricity to hit me once and as I settle you back and I ask you to take your cock in your hand and lightly stroke.

You do but I can tell you need more this isn’t enough. I oblige by getting down and on my knees and take you fully in my mouth alternating licking from base to top, from top to base to your balls, licking the insides of where your leg meets. You like what you see as I am kneeling down, my back is cinched as tight as a few inches wide and my ass is full and inviting.

I get back up because Escort were getting too close. I have you stand and pull your pants all the way down past your knees, shoes stay on, tie still tied but shirt unbuttoned the rest of the way, and I love your skin needing to see as much as I can. I ask you to stand up and turn your back to me, standing and spreading your legs enough so that as I kneel in behind you my tongue licks up your legs, licking around your balls and up the middle to your ass, licking and swirling my tongue around your ass hole.

I pull out a vibrator and ask if I may use it on you but at this point I already have it on and it’s against your skin. My mouth has you wet just right and on low speed I run this against your balls and the middle between that and your ass hole. My other hand runs up between your legs and take a hold of your cock, stroking up and stoking down, vibrator feeling good calming and I put it next to your ass and slide the very tip in, its slender, my favorite one too.

Tip Bayan Escort slides in and I lay the rest more towards the middle again watching the sensation take you to another level. Your hands are gripping the desk and your eyes are closed giving in to whatever I want to do. But I stay this way, stroking for a little while letting the buzz make you wonder what if. I stop abruptly and tell you to turn around, you do and your face is flushed, you were enjoying this and coming way to close to what you want.

I slow this down by taking you back in my mouth, I’m horny as hell and am losing a little control myself so I have you sit back down and I kneel in front of you and ask you to stroke but slow, “stroke yourself my love”. As I am kneeling in front of you and lean back on my heels as I turn the vibrator on and rub it on the outside of my clit which takes less than a second to hit orgasm, legs and knees spread open and head back, both hands spreading my pussy wanting you to see the muscles of my orgasm moving. I’m holding the vibrator until I am done and my own juices pour out.

I look at you and you are jacking off, stroking in rhythm. Your rhythm has sped up and it’s so damn sexy I go to my knees begging you to cum all over my face and chest. And yes, you certainly oblige me.

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It was a warm day, maybe the last warm day of the year, Lucy wore her black pin striped suit, with her red blouse it had subtle ruffles down the front, the buttons were minuscule, the skirt of this suit was shorter then she normal would wear but she looked and felt good, her hair was brushed till it shone, laying flat against her head, long and straight, the copper high lights glinted in the sunshine.

Lucy made her way to the waterfront, the breeze off of the lake was colder but the sun warmed her, not many people were walking, it was quiet, apart from the noise of the geese, gagaling and chatting to each other, and the sound of the waves as they rolled in and drifted back. Lucy watched the water, sitting on a bench; she crossed her legs, dangling her foot, clad in its red spiked heels. Lucy looked very put together, a smart business woman, taking time out of her busy day to watch the water.

Lucy did not feel like a smart business woman, her mind was racing, going over things, thinking about what she was doing with her life, which direction would it be going. The sun was blocked out by a man, she looked up and smiled, he took a seat next to her, pulling her close, he looked around to make sure no one was around and pulled her into his arms, running his hand over her hair, they kisses a slow kiss, full of longing and need, his tongue flicking Escort bayan into her mouth, sensuous, her hands ran down his back pulling him to her, their body’s clinging to each other, they pulled apart and started talking, watching the water and the birds, enjoying the last of the summer warmth soon to be gone and replaced by snow and cold.

They stood up he took Lucy’s hand and led her along the path, they knew where there was a secret path that meandered away from the main one and where they could be private. The trees were beginning to shed there leaves, some were bare, but it was still concealed, they fell into each others arms again, this time there kiss was hungry and passionate, probing, Lucy felt desperate she wanted him so much, her hands went down to his ass pulling him to her, he pulled back and undid her jacket, lifting up her blouse, and pulling down her bra exposing her breasts to the air, he nuzzled her moaning as he took her breasts and rubbed them over his face, taking each nipple and sucking it then nibbling then biting. Lucy moaned her hands unzipping his pants and letting his magnificent cock free.

Lucy just wanted that cock in her mouth, but he had other ideas, his hand went down to lift her skirt, exposing her naked ass, he slapped her ass sharply as his mouth sucked her nipples, then he rubbed it, his Escort hand wandered around to her mound, he let his fingers drift between her legs, feeling how hot and wet she was, Lucy let out a moan of delight as his fingers played with her wet pussy lips, running up and over her clit, wetting her clit then going back and dipping deep into her pussy, Lucy was so open and excited, his fingers were working magic on her, rubbing her clit she was so close, “Oh God Oh God” she whispered into his ear as her body began to respond, making her jerk and shudder, her wet juices wetting his hand making it sodden, he kept her orgasm going, making her shudder against him, his mouth sucking her breasts as she moaned and convulsed. He began to bring her back down, slowly.

Lucy pulled back, letting his hand slip from between her wet thighs, then she knelt down, her skirt still up over her hips, her naked ass exposed, and she took him into her mouth, he held her head and thrust her forward till his cock was jammed deep into her throat making her gag, Lucy tried to pull back but his hand was firm, she sucked on him, her wet mouth hot from tea she had been drinking, he moaned the feeling of her hot mouth on his cock was driving him insane, he was licking his fingers tasting her cum on his hand, he let her come off him then he rammed her head forward again, Bayan Escort so he filled her mouth, then pulled her head back to the very tip of his cock, then rammed her forward again, the feeling of her mouth on his cock was ecstatic, her mouth worked him like a violin, making him pulse, and ache, the taste of her pussy juices from his fingers and the feeling of her eating his cock was amazing, she kept taking him deep into her mouth then out again her hands cupping his balls and as she pulled out stroking his cock, she was going faster now, in and out of her mouth, he watched his cock filling her again and again, he was so ready to explode.

“You want my cum?” he said to her, and with her mouth full of his cock she said “yes cum for me, let me drink your cum, let me taste you.” It only took those words for him to shoot his load into her mouth, she sucked and drank and sucked pulling every last drop from him, drinking him, the feelings were fantastic, he grunted and moaned as he shot into her mouth. She licked and cleaned him up making sure there was nothing left. He pulled her up to him holding her close, they straightened their clothes, she pulled out a brush and brushed her long hair, they walked together, holding hands, lazily, back to the bench, they sat for a while, watching the waves as they battered the rocks, birds wheeling over head.

They kissed a long kiss, comfortable in each others company, they parted ways, he off to his life she back to hers. There was never enough time to be together, no safe places to be in each others arms. That is the nature of the beast Lucy thought.

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Baklava, tuzlu ve tatlı karışımının mükemmel bir örneğini sunar. İnce yufka tabakalarının çıtırlığı, içindeki ceviz veya fıstıkla buluşarak lezzetli baklava bir denge oluşturur. Şurup ise bu tatlının tamamlayıcısıdır. Tatlıyı baklava siparişi özel kılan unsurlardan biri de keskin gaziantep baklavası kenarlarından dolayı her lokma baklava tadını yoğun bir şekilde sunmasıdır.Baklava, özel günlerde veya tatil kutlamalarında sıklıkla sunulan bir tatlıdır. Misafirlerle paylaşmanın ve sevdiklerinize hediye etmenin güzel bir yoludur. Ayrıca, çeşitli boyutlarda ve şekillerde yapılabilir, bu nedenle farklı sunum seçenekleri sunar.

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This story is a continuation of a wife who has a one night stand with a mysterious man and the implications it has on her life…

The hotel room phone rang. My eyes open slightly. My mind was still dazed as I looked at the clock.

6:00 AM

My flight would leave in two hours. I lifted my tired body out of bed. I was nude; a bit tired, but not hung over. I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the lights. I was taken aback by the woman standing before me in the mirror: my long blonde hair was a complete mess, my still-perky breasts hung well but the nipples were red and raw. My eyes trailed down by body to my sex. My little bald pussy was swollen.

Freshly used. Aching.

I looked back at my face in the mirror and noticed, for the first time, the crusty dried residue of my lover’s semen. I reached up and touched it. Crusty cum covered the entire left side of my face into my hair. I suddenly felt humiliated. I had given myself to a complete stranger. I let him fuck me however he wanted. He used me, and then marked me as his slut by cumming all over my wanting face. I didn’t even know his name.

My mind immediately thought of my husband. He was home waiting for me. Completely unaware of the dirty slut I had become.

Craig was always good to me. But our sex life had become stale. We would only make love a couple times a month. It was often over minutes after we started, leaving me unsatisfied. I frequently had to use a toy, after he had finished, in order to climax.

Last night was different.

That mysterious man was completely in control. He put me on my knees, fucked my face, then stretched my pussy. He made me scream and beg for more. He showed me exactly how much of a slut I could be.

And, I loved almanbahis yeni giriş it.

As I recalled the previous night’s events in my mind, I felt my body begin to respond. My breasts became sensitive. I watched myself in the mirror, as if I was a voyeur watching a sexy exhibitionist play.

My well-manicured fingers slid up my body. My dark red nails gently scraping up my tummy under my breasts. I cupped both of my C-cup tits, squeezing the slightly. The contrast between the soft white flesh that had gone protected from the sun and my well-tanned skin made me giggle. My lover the previous night had not even bothered to remove my bra.

My fingertips found my nipples, pinching them simultaneously. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You dirty little slut.” I whispered to myself.

My knees weakened as I pulled and pinched my nipples. They were long and pointy, like pencil erasers. Most boys I had been with, loved to play and suck on them. I had even cum once from just having my tits played with. It was a long time ago, with a distant lover.

My pussy began to moisten as I played with my tits. I squeezed them roughly and pulled on the nipples, elongating them. I lifted my right breast upward as far as it could go as I leaned my head down looking at the woman in the mirror. My long tongue stretched, the tip finally just flicking my erect nipple.

“Oh, god.” I exclaimed.

Goosebumps covered my body as the realization of who the slut in the mirror was came to me. My pussy was flowing. I needed release. I needed to cum. I reached down and slid two fingers into my pussy. I was already soaked.

I slid them out and brought my well-lubricated fingers to my left nipple, almanbahis giriş swirling my juices over it. I wished there was a sexy man to lick it clean.

I brought my fingers back down my body and inside my dripping folds again. I began to tremble as I slowly slid the index and middle finger of my left hand in and out while my right hand still cupped my breast. I squeezed and pinched my right nipple.

“Didn’t get enough last night, slut?” I taunted myself in the mirror.

I watched as my fingers slid in and out of my meaty bald cunt. I always had a bit more vulva than other girls. My husband used to love to suck on my outer lips. Pull them with his mouth, even nibble on them, but not anymore. I loved the way it looked as I slid my fingers in and out, the pussy lips almost grabbing at my fingers.

My legs were becoming weak. Spread slightly in front of the mirror. I stopped.

Pulling my fingers from my pussy I noticed the glistening moisture dribbling down my inner thighs. I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth, smiling at the slut in the mirror. I slid them in, over my tongue and lips, sucking hard as I did. I then slid them out, putting on a pornographic show for myself. I began to give my fingers head.

I delighted in my taste. I tasted sweet and clean despite the late night fucking. I pushed my fingers as far as they would go, tickling the back of my throat, but not far enough to gag. I loved the soft, wet feeling of my lips against my fingers as I slid them in and out and imagined how good it must feel for man to have his cock here.

I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, and found myself panting.

“That’s what you like, isn’t it? You want all of your dirty little holes filled.”

I lifted my left leg almanbahis adres and placed it on the toilet seat. Staring at myself in the mirror, my swollen, wet pussy opened. My left leg at a right angle, I slid my hands down my body. My left hand slid over my ass, my fingers teasing the crack of my ass, over my little puckered hole and finally accessing my wet hole from behind. I slid two fingers back in and began to fuck myself.

My breathing quickened as I began to rub small circles over my swollen clitoris.

I moaned a long, slow moan, staring at myself in the mirror.

“That’s it, pump that pussy, you filthy whore.”

My dirty talk only turned me on more as I watched myself. A droplet of sweat fell from face, landing between my cleavage. My right hand was now rocketing in small circles. My clit throbbing. I pushed the two fingers from my left hand as deep as they could go.

I moaned louder, staring at the flowing pussy in the mirror. My fingers pumped in and out as my right hand worked my clit. Faster and faster I rubbed. My pussy made nasty wet sloshing noises. I could feel the cum building deep inside me. I was ready to explode.

My body shook in violent spasms. I bucked and convulsed as I moaned and cried out.

“Fuck….”

I felt my sudden release, almost like I had to pee. I continued to pump my fingers in and out. I felt a sudden flow against my hand as I came. Moving my hand away I began to squirt. Stream after stream of clear fluid erupted from my aching pussy, covering the bathroom floor. My heart raced as I came, over and over.

I stared at the stranger in the mirror. I had never been an exhibitionist. I had never even been terribly naughty; yet here I was, with dried cum on my face, standing in a puddle of my own cum, panting. I truly was transforming into a dirty slut. What had that strange man done to me.

As I slowly came back down I realized I needed to clean up to make my flight. My husband would be waiting. I wondered to myself if he would like to new me. Was there a new me?

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I had special plans for my wife this afternoon, so I left work early to prepare. As soon as I got to the house, I prepared the bed. I pulled the sheet and comforter to the end of the bed, and piled a couple of pillows in the middle. I got our toy box out of the closet, and selected a few of my favorites…the long, soft ropes, my smallest butt plug, our flogger, and my wife’s favorite vibrator. I also got the lube out and set everything on the bedside table.

My wife called to let me know she was on the way home from work, and I suggested that she grab a bite to eat on the way home, but to hurry, as I had a surprise for her. About a half-hour later, I heard her pull into the garage. I met her at the door, doing the usual how-was-your-day-welcome-home-kiss routine. She asked about her surprise, and I told her she’d have to wait for a few minutes.

I instructed her to go to the guest bathroom and get undressed. I also said that it would be a while until she would get another chance, so she should pee while she was at it. She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She returned about five minutes later, completely nude. I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom.

I helped her onto our king-sized almanbahis bed, but had her lay on her stomach across the pillows in the middle of the bed, her head on one side of the bed and her feet hanging off the other side. I took the ropes and put each of her hands through a loop, wrapping one rope around the headboard and one around the footboard. I had her get up on her knees, took the excess rope and tied the ends around her knees, keeping them pulled up toward her chest.

As I looked at her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, I could see moisture already appearing on her smooth, shaved slit. Apparently she liked what I was doing so far. I began to give her a massage, starting with her shoulders and working down to her ass. She gave small moans of pleasure, and I knew that she was really enjoying the attention.

Once I had her very relaxed, I took a small amount of lube and got her puckered asshole very slick, readying it for the butt plug. I applied more lube to the plug itself and slowly inserted it, causing a long, low moan to escape my wife’s lips. She had never been into anal play, and this was the first time she ever had a plug inside her. However, the moaning and wiggling told me almanbahis adres that she liked the new sensation.

Next, I picked up the flogger and lightly began gunning the strands up and down her back, occasionally giving a soft swat. The effect of this was immediate, as my wife began to moan sensually and wiggled her cute little ass with every swat. I could see a huge smile on her face, so I picked up the intensity. I varied the speed, power, and location of the swats I gave with the flogger, and slowly red marks began to appear across her back, ass, and thighs.

By this time, my wife’s pleasurable moans had turned into full blown cries of pleasure with each smack of the flogger. Her pussy was now dripping with moisture, begging to be attended to. Who was I to deny more pleasure? I began to rub her wet mound with my palm, getting it very wet. I picked up my wife’s vibrator, and used to moisture on my hand to prepare the vibe for insertion.

As my wife’s ass was still stuck in the air, it was easy to position the vibrator at her entrance. I slowly pushed the vibe into my wife’s dripping pussy, eliciting another long, deep moan. I pumped the vibrator in and out of my wife several times almanbahis giriş before turning on the vibration, causing a scream of pleasure. At this point, I left the vibe buried in my wife, and retreated quietly, enjoying the sight on my wife, tied up and helpless, orgasm approaching. As I watched, I quietly removed my clothing.

I could tell that she was getting close, as I could see her pussy clenching and unclenching the vibrator buried insider her, and decided that it was time for a good, old-fashioned fucking. I resumed pumping the vibrator in my wife’s pussy with one hand as I untied her with the other. Soon she was free from her restraints and I rolled her over onto her back, withdrawing the vibrator.

Her protests were quickly replaced with cries of pleasure as I buried my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and basically giving her whole pussy a good tongue-lashing. It took barely thirty seconds before she let out a cry of release, and I was rewarded with a flood of her delicious cum. I quickly stood up and plunged my cock into her, fucking with wild abandon. I could feel the butt-plug inside of her, and this made her feel incredibly tight.

A few too-short minutes later, I came with a roar and collapsed on top of my wife, both of our bodies twitching with post-orgasm bliss. After a few minutes, I turned my wife on her side, removed the butt-plug and then lay back down beside her. We pulled the covers up, and drifted off into sleep.

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