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Doctor’s Orders

They had called it the exam room, but it didn’t look like an ordinary doctor’s office. Instead of harsh, white tile and walls, there was subdued carpeting and dark colors, and it was larger than others she had been in. The exam–table?–looked like a luxury sofa but had medical-type supports and adjustments built in, and it was warm; it apparently had some kind of heater. The gown she was wearing was a basic hospital gown, open in the back, but they had given her a plush robe to wear. The whole experience seemed designed to be reassuring.

Which was a good thing. The fact was, she was nervous. Being here was a leap of faith, if not outright desperation. Her problems were…personal. She had tried to ignore them; they seemed so trivial. She had a good job, a budding career, her own place, not bad for being in the city for just over a year. No time for relationships, but that was okay. She was doing all right.

Except that, sometimes, she didn’t feel right down there, in her private parts. She had seen her regular doctor, and her GYN, and they had pronounced her a perfectly healthy young woman. Of course, she had hedged when telling them what was wrong, so maybe they didn’t fully understand. But that her private parts sometimes got wet, and felt somehow…empty…she couldn’t very well tell them that.

It was over dinner with an office colleague that she mentioned her problem. Her friend was sympathetic, but her eyes twinkled with mirth.

“I know just what you need,” she had said. “There’s a place here in the city that takes care of problems like yours. You should call them,” she said, handing over a business card.

“How do you know about them?” She looked at the gray, gold-embossed card. “Women’s Specialist,” it read, with a phone number. Tasteful, but it told her nothing.

“Oh, I use them sometimes, and, let me tell you, it’s totally worth it.”

She had made a joke, and let it go. But, a week later, she found herself looking at the card. She was unusually wet, and it felt like it wanted to be touched, or something. That didn’t make sense, did it? So finally, she had called. And now here she was.

When she arrived, the receptionist greeted her with a warm smile. She was shown to a small waiting room, and after a few minutes two attendants–both women in tailored medical scrubs, and both stunningly beautiful–came and brought her to the exam room. They were polite but didn’t make small talk and deflected her nervous questions. They were efficient, too. They had taken her to an attached dressing room and bathroom which was well appointed, with a tub, sauna, and Hollywood-style vanity. They had helped her change and, she now realized, taken her clothes. Then they left, saying, “The Doctor will be in soon.”

She didn’t wait long. A side door opened, and a man came in wearing casual business clothes and a white lab coat. He had brown hair and glasses, a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and he carried a medical chart.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m very happy you could make it. How can I help you?” His hand, when she shook it, was warm and strong. She felt a stirring in her problem area and shifted slightly.

“I…I don’t really know,” she said. “I’m active, and I eat right, and I have a good job. It’s just, sometimes, I feel…strange…down there.” She lowered her head, blushing furiously.

“I see. And you’ve been to regular doctors, who Anadolu Yakası Escort told you everything is fine, is that right?”

She nodded. “Regular doctors?” Then what sort of doctor was this?

“Let me examine you,” he said. She looked up a moment and nodded, quickly lowering her head again. “We will see if I can determine what is wrong.” He lay his hand lightly on her shoulder. It was a friendly, nonthreatening gesture, but it sent a shock–thrill?–through her. “Take off your robe, please.”

She shrugged out of the fluffy robe, now wearing only the thin, open-back gown. It was not cold in the room, but goosebumps had broken out all over her skin.

“I am going to look you over,” he said, placing his hands on her head. “Just relax.” He rubbed his hands in her hair. It was an exquisite, tingling sensation. He ran his hands over her ears, then her forehead. He came around to the front, raised her chin, and looked into her eyes. His were a soft brown, but they held an intense confidence that mesmerized her. He shone a small flashlight in her eyes, then ears. “Say ‘aah’, please.” He looked in her mouth briefly. “Thank you.”

“I am going to listen to your heart and lungs. Take some deep breaths, please.” He held a stethoscope to her back, then to her chest, but in such a way that he cupped each breast firmly through the gown. She had never seen a doctor do that before. He seemed so casual about it, but her nipples hardened in his palm. “Your heart sounds fine,” he said, “just a little fast. Your breathing is a little uneven, but that’s understandable, I think.” He quickly felt her belly through the robe and checked the pulse in her wrists.

“In fact, you seem perfectly healthy. I don’t think your…problem…is physical in nature.” He traced his finger down her cheek, over her lips, then down to her collarbone. She gasped at the sensation.

“Do you date much? Have a boyfriend, anything like that?”

“N-no,” she stammered. “I–I’ve been with a few boys, back home, but not…since I came here.”

He had moved behind her, cupped her chin from behind in his left hand, raising her head even higher, and traced his right fingers down her spine. The tingling was so intense; the strange sensation in her private parts was stronger, almost an ache. She shifted again. “And where is your problem?”

“It…it’s down there, in my private parts.”

“And what does it feel like?”

“Not pain, and not an itch, exactly, but it feels like, it needs to be touched, or something.”

“Does it ever get wet?”

“Yes…”

“And when it does, what do you do?”

“I don’t know. I just…wait for it to pass, I guess.”

“How does it feel now?”

“Throbbing. And very wet…down there.”

“Down there,” he repeated. “It is okay to call things by their names. It is called your pussy.”

Pussy. The word sent another thrill through her. She had heard it before, of course, but not in polite company. It sounded bold, almost vulgar, as though it were something to pet, to show off even. She stirred again.

“Lie back, please.” She did, and he spread her legs apart and raised her knees slightly. Then he folded the bottom of the gown back, exposing her below the waist. She gasped quietly. He ran his hands over her lower belly, then down her thighs. He brought one hand to the inside of one thigh and pressed the other flat just above her mound.

“Doctor, Kadıköy Escort I…ooh,” she trailed off as he brought his lower hand up to twirl her light brown pubic hair.

“You have very nice pubic hair, well-trimmed, but for the best results, it really should be removed. I will have my attendants handle that for you, to show you how to keep the area soft and sensitive for your treatments.”

Treatments? Her mind was a blur. His fingers were now stroking her lips lightly, setting fire to her whole lower belly.

“And so very wet, too,” he continued, spreading her lips slightly and dipping his middle finger into the pool–there was no other word for it–of wetness that had collected at the bottom of her slit.

“The boys you mentioned, back home, did they satisfy you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean. They were…all right…I guess…”

“I thought so. I know what’s wrong with this pussy. It’s not happy. Nobody is taking care of it. To stay happy, a pussy needs attention.” As he said this, he pressed his hand flat against her lips. She moaned. “But I can help you.”

She didn’t know what to do. She had never experienced anything like this…it was so powerful, so damn good. She moaned again as he stroked her lips. He spread them wider apart and used his fingers–wet with her own juices–to circle her clit. She cried out, and thrust her pelvis up, encouraging, almost begging, him to touch her harder. He did.

Holding her lips apart, he rubbed his fingers along each side of her clit, rubbing it between them, then circling it, pinching it, and again. By now it was swollen and so sensitive. He reversed his hand, placing his thumb on her clit and his fingers over her opening. Then, he slipped them inside.

It was like a bolt of lightning straight through her. Her pussy was tight but, as wet as she was, there was no resistance, and no resisting. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she raised her pelvis again.

“Yes, that is definitely the problem,” he said. “This pussy is lonely; it has been empty for too long. It’s needy.”

“Yesss,” was all she could moan, with her eyes half closed.

Without changing his rhythm, she sensed him changing position, moving from beside her to between her spread legs. She tried to think about how exposed–vulnerable–she was, but the thought barely penetrated the ecstasy in her head, and, to the extent that it did, it perversely made her more aroused. She felt brash, wanton; the pussy she had tried not to think about seemed to have taken over.

“To really be happy,” he now said, “a pussy needs more than just to be touched. It needs to be eaten.”

What did he just say? she thought in a panic. Her thoughts swirled away as, moving his thumb out of the way, and keeping his fingers buried in her slit, his tongue reached out and lapped over her clit. Her moans grew louder.

“Yes,” he said, “being eaten out–thoroughly–makes a pussy very happy.”

He now started to lick her clit steadily, with a mix of light, flicking motions and firmer strokes. Sometimes he would suck on it. As he did, he kept moving his fingers in and out of her. She was engulfed in waves of pleasure, her pussy was clenching tight around the fingers, and her juices were gushing over his hand. She moaned, her hands balled into fists. As the sensations strengthened, he suddenly straightened his fingers that were inside her, darting them higher İstanbul Escort into her slit, pressing upward into a spot she had never suspected was there.

“Oh my God!” she screamed as every muscle in her pelvis seemed to clench for a teetering moment, then the release of a thunderous orgasm–very possibly her first–broke over her. Without realizing she was doing it, she grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him harder against her as she rode the waves of pleasure. The doctor kept his attention on her reactions, timing his movements to the waves and gradually slowing to draw them out as finely as possible.

At last she subsided, her breath shuddering. “Oh. My. God,” she repeated. She sensed him rising, gently massaging her pussy to calm it.

“Very good. You should be feeling much better. Remember, to stay happy, a pussy must be eaten regularly. But there’s more. Your pussy was very tight. To stay limber, a pussy needs to be exercised and stretched. A dildo will work, but what it really takes is a cock…a large, rock-hard cock with a man who knows how to use it.” She had been only half listening; now she opened her eyes. The doctor was standing between her legs again, naked. She hadn’t heard him take off his clothes. He leaned forward and stroked her face, then moved his hand down to her breast. There was a strange look on his face–an incongruous mixture of hunger and dispassion. She looked down. His cock was standing straight out, strong and proud. He crawled forward, supporting himself on one arm and bringing the other under her neck to grab her hair. He touched the tip of his cock to her slit and smoothly began to enter her. Her pussy was tight–much tighter than it had been around his fingers–but still so wet, and she moaned again as he moved forward. He was right, his cock–of average length but with a girth that filled her completely–was rock-hard, and as he began to push forward she yielded to him.

He began slowly, moving a little bit in then backing out, then in again, each time advancing a little deeper. It was agony. Each time he pushed forward she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it, but when he pulled back she desperately wanted more. At last she felt him in her completely and he paused, all the way in, filling her, stretching her. Then he pulled back, and started rhythmically thrusting in and out, slowly getting faster.

She gasped and panted. He was fucking her–really fucking her–in a way she had never known with any other man…boy. Suddenly, the waves of pleasure grew stronger, her pussy clenched, and even as he gave a harsh groan and gripped her tighter, flooding her with his own release, she felt another orgasm wash over her.

He collapsed on top of her for a moment, his own chest heaving, neither of them moving. Then he got up and moved aside. She lay there, spent, her mind empty. Her pussy was dripping and, she sensed, would be not a little sore tomorrow, maybe longer, but it was satisfied.

After a short time, the female attendants who had greeted her came in the room. They helped her bathe–it was like a spa service–and she dressed. Then the attendants took her back to the waiting room. The doctor was there.

“You did very well,” he said, “I think you are going to be just fine. But remember what I said, you must exercise regularly. Here is your prescription.” He handed her an oblong box. It held a pink clitoral vibrator and a glass dildo. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. She looked up.

“Practice with them to learn what feels best for you. Use them together, or one at a time. Be creative, more is better. And I want you to come back here for frequent checkups.” He smiled.

“Doctor’s orders.”

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“I love you, Sophia Sanchez.”

Before the words even finished coming out of my mouth, I knew I had fucked up. I’ve known this girl for what, eight hours? And I’d already blown it. She touched my little dick once or twice, and I was already putty in her hands.

The worst part was that I meant it.

From the moment I saw her by the pool, I knew that I loved her. As soon as I stared into those beguiling brown eyes, it was over for me. She was the one. But now I had made a fool out of myself. The minute I choaked out that fateful phrase, things changed forever; the ball was in her court now.

Her face immediately withdrew from my mine. Sophia locked shocked, her mouth agape and her eyes as big as saucer plates. As her brown eyes stared into my blue ones, a brief moment of silence descended over us. That moment seemed to last a lifetime.

“I love you too, Luke.”

Instantly, she was all over me. And I was all over her. Sophia’s hands wrapped around my face and gripped my hair tight as her lips rushed to mine. I wrapped my long, sinewy arms around her back and pulled her tight, feeling the soft skin of her body pressed up against me. She felt so warm, so soft. I wanted to envelope her and hold her tight.

Sophia’s pert breasts met my bony chest as she wrapped her leg around my hip. Our tongues wrestled sloppily in each other’s mouths. The barriers between our bodies had disappeared, and the nightmare at the pool seemed like it was a million years away. My hips were moving with a mind of their own, repeatedly thrusting my hard little prong against the soft skin of her thigh. This was heaven.

After a kiss that seemed to last forever, Sophia withdrew her pale face and began to speak between uneven breaths, panting with a glorious combination of love and lust.

“I…I can’t believe this…this is moving so fast…” she mumbled between uneven breaths. “I just met you…I’ve…I’ve never even…been…with a guy before…”

“It’s okay. I’ve never been with a girl…” I replied truthfully. “But I want you to be my first Sophia…I want to get to know you…I want to know everything.”

“We don’t have to go to fast…” I spoke, worried that I was pressuring her. “We can do whatever you want.”

“Ok,” Sophia whispered.

“I want it all.”

Under the covers, her fingers teased my rock-hard nub. She didn’t seem nervous or scared. Against all odds, we had found each other. And we were ready to be each other’s firsts.

“There is something I’ve always wanted to try…” she said with a newfound confidence. A playful smile crept across her face, as a goofy one decorated mine.

Sophia placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me flat on my back, before throwing off the covers. My naked, four-inch cock jutted up into the air, pointing directly to the ceiling.

It was hard enough to chip granite.

As her hands pressed down on my chest, Sophia threw one of her legs over my hips and straddled my body. My eyes slowly worked their way up her petite build. The pale flesh of her thighs looked the color of snow when contrasted with her black thigh high socks. Nestled between those milky white thighs sat her pretty little pussy, shaved bald and soaking wet. Her lips were fat and luscious. My gaze lingered on the brown labia nestled below her mound.

My inexperienced gaze slowly followed the contours of her boyish hips up to her soft, milky white tummy. I stopped for a second to appreciate the little brown buttons on her barely-there breasts. At the end of their fantastic, my eyes found their home in hers. A seductive smile graced her delicate face. Slowly, but deliberately, she shifted her lithe, pale physique upwards until her pussy met my mouth.

I knew immediately what to do. I grabbed her hips and pulled her full bodyweight onto my face. My tongue went to work out of pure instinct, lapping up the musky juices dripping from her bald cunt. My upper lip found her clit, repeatedly stimulating her most private little button. I’d be remiss not to thank the porn industry for my technique, but my mouth was moving on instinct. Lapping up her juices had brought out something primal in me.

The lips on my face sucked hard on the lips of her pussy, creating a vacuum and exposing her little clit to my tongue. I flicked it repeatedly as Sophia screamed. She had gone wild; I could feel her hips shaking on my face. I reached up and grabbed her ribs, slowly dragging my fingers down her torso with a vise-like grip until they latched onto her hips.

I never wanted to breathe again.

I began to alternate between thrusting my tongue deep into Sophia’s fat pussy and dragging it side-to-side on her clit. Her slender thighs—wrapped firmly around my face—were quivering so fast they almost seemed to vibrate. Sophia clenched her hands around my head. We established a sort of rhythm; when my tongue entered her vagina, she would moan in a low, rumbling monotone, but when I began tonguing her clit Bostancı Escort her moans would rapidly escalate into screams of ecstasy.

I was good at this.

After a while, Sophia’s screams reached a crescendo, and her thighs loosened their vise-grip on my face. Her shoulders slumped forward as her eyes closed. She quickly propped her body up with her hands to prevent herself from falling face first on my bed. Sophia sat there, hunched over, her pussy still resting on my face.

“Fuck…”she mumbled, between heavy breaths. “You just ate my brains out.”

I felt proud; I had been able to give this gorgeous waif some small fraction of the pleasure she had given me. I may have a small dick, but if I can do this to her body, maybe I was still worth something as a man. But I had to know for sure. I had to know what I could do with my cock.

Before she could fully collect herself, I reached up, grabbed Sophia by the ribs, and violently flipped her over onto her back. She let forth a high-pitched gasp as I lowered my body over hers and began kissing her neck. Her hands wrapped around my broad back.

I put my mouth so close to her ear that I could feel the warmth of my breath reverberating back at me.

“Do you want to do this?” I whispered to her softly. For a few seconds she just laid there, her life flashing before her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want…you.”

Now that Sophia had invited me into private part of her body, I was ready. She wanted me inside her. She wanted my little button dick, the source of so much agony in my life, inside her beautiful pussy. I had to know. I had to know if I could do it. I had to know whether it could make her happy.

After taking a moment to breathe, I wrapped my hands around Sophia’s ivory face and pushed my tongue down her throat. Her full lips pressed against mine as I brought my little dagger closer to her opening. I touched the tip of my cock against her lips. They felt so warm, so engorged with blood that I could feel her heart beating through her pussy.

We broke off our kiss as I pulled my face away. My gaze met hers, and there was a moment of understanding between us. We were both ready to do this. Then, ever so slowly, Sophia entwined her little fingers with my own. I squeezed her hand and began to sink my four inches of steel inside her.

Sophia inhaled sharply. I loved that. I loved that my cock, as small and insignificant as it was, could cause that reaction in her. There was hope for me, for us.

She was tight, or at least I think she was; I didn’t have too much experience in that area. Even my slim wand felt like it was making an impression, as her body offered some resistance. I was worried that my first sexual experience would end with the dreaded “is it in?” moment, but it never came. I was certainly far from stretching her to the max, but I felt relief that my thumbtack actually required some pressure to slide past her walls.

But even more than her physical reaction, I loved the feeling of her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. They gripped me, providing sensations I had never felt before. Fluids gushed from her gash, lubing my short shaft. My heart fluttered and my cock felt warm and tingly. This must be what heaven feels like.

One. I felt the first inch of my cock enter this princesses’ pussy.

Two. Half of my dick was inside of her now. Her grip grew slightly tighter on my hand.

Three. Sophia began to let out a soft moan.

Then, as soon as my cock passed its three quarters mark, Sophia began to squirm.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod” she mumbled to herself in that deep voice of hers “Ohmygoddddd fuck it feels so good….” Was she putting on a show for me, I wondered? Was this just to stroke my ego? Her hips began to writhe, and her legs—wrapped firmly around my waist—began to quake.

I felt the base of my cock press into her pussy. Sophia let out a quick, high pitched squeal as my pelvic area rubbed up against her engorged clit. I felt ripples of pleasure shoot through my nervous system, as if my cock was a conductor rod and I had just struck lightning.

“Aaaahhhhh!!” she exclaimed, half screaming and half inhaling.

This feeling, the feeling of being hilt-deep in my love’s pussy, set something off in me. I felt powerful. I felt masculine in a way that I generally don’t. And my body went wild. After first inserting my cock into her at such a languid pace, I pulled back fast. Shocked by the suddenness of my withdrawal, Sophia let forth a scream and wrapped her arms around my body. Since my cock was so pitifully sized, I basically had to pull it all the way out of her pussy before commencing my second stroke. I felt the moist air on my cockhead. Then, I thrust my dick into her body again, as hard and as fast as I could.

I went wild. Short, quick thrusts repeatedly pushed my cock past her lips and into her vagina, each thrust culminating with my pubic bone ramming her clit. Every time Ümraniye Escort I reached the hilt, I made sure to linger there for a second, rubbing the smooth skin of my pubic region against her little button, before pulling back and starting the process all over again.

Sophia was screaming. Her black fingernails dug into my bony ribcage, leaving long red scratches on my pale flesh. It hurt, but it made the joy of filling her with my cock that much better. I could feel her little feet flailing as they dangled in the air, held up by my bony hips.

Wham.

Wham.

Wham.

I repeatedly thrust myself into her, staring into her eyes the entire time. Whenever I reached the apex of my thrust, the entire bed shook and knocked into the wall behind it. Her mouth was agape, her eyes rolling back in her head. My short, quick strokes were bringing her so much pleasure. That last inch. That last inch was just enough.

She was loving this, I told myself. She was loving me. She was loving my cock.

I grabbed her wrists from around me and pinned them above her head. This caused Sophia’s back to arch, pushing her tiny tits up into the air. Her little brown nipples looked so sharp and tense cutting through the air. I continued fucking her little cunt in perfect rhythm. She looked so helpless, pinned there to my bed as I fucked her for the first time. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore; she was helpless against the pleasure that I was giving her.

After several minutes, our fucking reached a crescendo. Sophia began to scream; not little squeaks and moans like before, but really scream, starting from her diaphragm up through her lungs and through her lips. She was cumming, I thought to myself. I’m making this girl cum. I was so proud. My dick was making her so happy. And she deserved every bit of it.

I felt Sophia’s little pussy tighten around my cock, which spurred the same result in my huge, gangly body. I began to yell at the top of my lungs and squeezed her wrists tightly. “I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUUUUCHHHHH” I screamed as I bust my load inside of her. Hot ropes of cum filled her to the brim and began to run out of her body and coat my cock. I came so much that it was spilling out around my dick and covering my bedsheets.

We laid there, breathing heavily. I let go of Sophia’s wrists and she immediately wrapped her arms around me, as I did her. We just laid there together, me on top of her. I was still inside of her as I felt my cock slowly shrink down to its one-inch flaccid state.

“Fuck,” Sophia said, almost hyperventilating.

“I know….” I replied. “That was incredible.”

“Yes, but no…” she said with a knowing smirk, still out of breath. “We may need to get some Plan B…”

We both began to laugh. “I love you, Sophia,” I whispered as I kissed her on the lips.

“To the moon and back,” she said with a smile.

* * * * *

Sophia and I returned to my house around 11 pm, after a brief walk to the neighborhood drug store. She decided not to wear any panties under her short skirt during the trip; we both got a little bit of a thrill knowing that her pussy was exposed to the outside air.

We held hands the whole way there and back. I liked that.

I learned more about her along the way; she was raised by a single mother, just like me. She loved reading and writing and planned on majoring in English when she got to college. I quickly realized that she was very smart. She said that she would take the Plan B before bed tonight, because apparently it fucks up your stomach. And—I called it—she liked anime.

Alexandria was her best friend, although she didn’t have a whole lot of friends, mostly due to her shyness. Outside of Alexandria, most of her social interaction came over the internet and the occasional meeting of the school anime club. She was unsuccessful with guys as well; apparently, they found her plain and she found them intimidating. I could never imagine anyone thinking she was plain, but I could relate to her fear of the opposite sex.

Upon our arrival, we immediately returned to my bedroom, excited to spend more… “intimate time” with each other.

“Welcome back,” I said, gesturing towards the bed. I was so comfortable around her; it’s hard to believe that we had only met barely twelve hours ago.

“Hmmmm…I feel like you’re forgetting something…” she said with a wink. I was a bit confused. However, all of that confusion dissipated when she pressed her face against my chest and grabbed my crotch with a mischievous smile on her face.

“I wanna see it again,” she mumbled into my sternum.

Even through my shorts, the palm of her dainty little hand fully enveloped everything I had down there, cock and balls both. My mind flashed back to when Victoria grabbed my cold, shrunken genitals at the pool today. In that moment, I had felt small and weak. However, Sophia held my small parts with such a tenderness and appreciation, like she Ataşehir Escort was cradling a something valuable. Honestly, it made me feel sexy. This beautiful girl was actually asking to enjoy and explore my little penis.

“I like the sound of that,” I said, stripping off my clothes.

As I dropped my pants, Sophia jumped into my bed. And I do mean jumped. She wrapped herself in my covers and extended her arm out, gesturing to me with a “come hither” motion and an excited smile. God she was beautiful.

Now fully naked, with my hairless little button dick fully on display, I jumped into bed with her and pulled the covers over us. Sophia giggled rather girlishly as she began to pinch my soft nub with her fingers.

“I can feel it getting harder!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah, you have that effect on it,” I jokingly replied.

“Oh do I now??” she responded with a sarcastic tone. Under the blanket, Sophia shifted her hand from a two-finger grip to a full-palm one; my little dick fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. Despite her petite size and girlish features, there was something oddly maternal about Sophia.

“It’s a perfect fit,” she said proudly. “We were made for each other. I love you so much; I don’t care who else thinks its small.”

As soon as Sophia said the word “small,” my cock instantly tensed up to its full four-inch length. It was as hard as steel. I looked down at her face, nuzzled against my chest. At first, she looked at a little bit confused; why did it respond like that?, she probably wondered. Then, a look of surprise and understanding slowly crept across her face. Her big brown eyes seemed to suggest that she had just experienced a “lightbulb moment.” She turned her pale little face towards me and looked me in the eyes.

“You…like when I call it small, don’t you?” she asked, with a tone that signified equal parts curiosity and confusion.

I had never really thought about it before, but I kind of did. My heart began pounding again.

“Ummm….yeah? I guess,” I mumbled. “It’s kind of…freeing? I guess?”

“Like…I’ve always been so ashamed of it.” I began getting emotional. “It’s so small. I never felt like a real man…I put so much effort into hiding it. I’ve always been so scared of talking to girls, cuz…you know…I thought one day I would have to show it to them. And, like…they would laugh at it. I guess that part already happened earlier…” I explained, thinking back on our public humiliation.

Sophia never broke eye contact, and never stopped cradling my penis. The look in her eyes was one of intense empathy. Her hand clung tightly to my little prong, almost like she was its caretaker.

“I guess…on some level…it feels good being able to admit it, you know?” I looked into her eyes. I was beginning to tear up just a bit. “With somebody who won’t judge me. With you. I just feel so safe around you. I like that you can admit that it’s small—maybe even tease me a bit—and still want to be with me.”

Sophia looked emotional as well. “Of course I want to be with you!!” she said. “I really do love you, Luke. Honestly…its really brave of you to tell me this. You’re always so brave; I knew I loved you the second you saved me earlier today.”

A mischievous look danced across her eyes.

“In a weird way, your little baby penis brought us together.”

I was stunned; my heart skipped a beat. My little baby penis??? Oh God, it was all true. She was going to mock me; she didn’t respect me. She didn’t view me as a man. Was she going to reject me in my moment of vulnerability???

Then, I looked at her face.

She was grinning from ear to ear. Her huge brown eyes resembled a pair of full moons as they stared into mine with a look of intense lust.

Oh.

My.

God.

She was playing along. She was as turned on as I was.

“I mean, it is really small…” she said, trailing off with a huge grin on her face. “Don’t get me wrong; it’s sexy, but so delicate. Like…it’s non-threatening, you know?” she said, nodding her head and making an exaggerated parody of a ‘serious’ face.

Sophia was toying with my little cock as she spoke, touching it ever so lightly with her fingertips. She would gently tap the tip of her pointer finger against my rose-colored cockhead, causing the whole organ to twitch uncontrollably. As soon as it responded to her touch, she would pull back. The whole time, she stared at it with an evil grin on her face. My body was paralyzed as all of the nerve endings in my dick went wild. I was uncontrollably turned on.

“Honestly, its so sexy how….vulnerable you are like this,” Sophia said, still fondling my penis. “Like…it makes me feel so powerful, being able to control this big man just by playing with his little peepee…”

I let forth a deep moan, completely on instinct. Holy fuck. This was uncomfortably hot.

Sophia was just as turned on. Her whole body rose and fell every time her fingers traced up and down my shaft, as if her entire being was being channeled through her fingertips and into my cock. I could see her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy from under her short skirt.

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You’ve seen her. There is no doubt in my mind.

She has that smile. She radiates love into you. She lights up the room all around you. You can stare at her for hours, days, weeks, the rest of your life.

The best part is you can be a man or woman. There exists that one woman who just does it for you. You know it; I know it. And, this is the story about that woman.

The fate of Samy met my fate one evening in Columbia. Bogota to be precise, or at least as precise as I can be. I say this because what happened next definitely should not have. As we left together, our fates would become the others.

I wrangled the hiking adventure of a lifetime. With it came a lot of work. It’s not the hardest work when I get to hike great distances, but there is an air of danger when one starts in Columbia to hike northward. My assignment is follow as many asylum seekers as I can find. This means coyotes and drug runners, families and desperation.

But back to Samy. We met one night in a nondescript club. But, as I said before, she lit the room up. Her beautiful face captured me immediately, and I knew I had to talk to her.

I felt like I was floating in her direction. And then, the look. You know the one where your eyes meet. You can almost see each other no matter the distance. Her eyes welcomed me and I moved effortlessly in Samy’s direction. As I neared, her hands moved to her hips, but I kept my eyes intently upon hers.

“Hello.” I said, maintaining a respectful distance.

“Hello.” She replied, still moving to the beat.

“I am Zoo. Do you believe in fate?” I asked.

“Let’s talk Kartal Escort later. Now, let us dance.” Samy said, smiling.

And dance we did. I’m guessing we danced from anywhere between 6 and 10 songs, but this club music blends seamlessly, and quite frankly I would have danced twice that long.

We slowed, and some friends came over. They all smiled and talked Spanish, too quickly for me. I just smiled back as they huddled together.

Samy kept looking at me while her friends kept talking. Finally, she pulled me next to her.

“They want to make sure you are okay, and not some deranged manic.” Samy told me.

“No, I’m not a maniac. I’ll even leave if you vote me off the island.” I answered.

“We might vote, but I have the last vote that matters.” Samy said, laughing.

I take that as a good sign. We all huddle together, and then the girls walk off, leaving me arm in arm with Samy. She feels heavenly. Her broad shoulders are slightly muscular. The length of her thin, dark hair just barely touches my arm. She has a sweet, slightly sweaty smell, and totally sexy as hell. As we circle into each other’s arms, I stare deeply into her eyes, not needing to say a word.

Samy must have really strong legs because her lower body keeps moving, seemingly never tired of dancing.

“I would like to buy you a drink, and sit down for a few minutes.” I request.

I gather our drinks in my hands, and follow Samy to a tall table off the dance floor. There are tables all around, and yet I feel like we have just stepped onto our own island. We sit close together, and tip our glasses Yakacık Escort to each other.

“I have one small test.” Samy says. “Let’s see your intentions.”

“Well…”. I am interrupted by Samy as she moves her face close to mine. In my peripheral vision, I can see her drink set upon on the table. I stare into her eyes and feel that same hand on my right knee. I decide upon silence.

“Why do you have such a tight ass?” Samy inquires as she moves her hand to the side of my ass. Her fingers linger, and then grasps the beginnings of my ass.

“Thank you.” I respond. “I do a lot of hiking. In fact, I am about to leave on a very long hike.”

“You will leave Bogota?” Samy, asks, removing her smile.

“Well, my job involves a hike from Columbia to document migrants. It’s a humanitarian piece, and I often travel by foot to tell stories about people in harsh situations.” I tell her.

“I get the feeling I am not going to like the next part. But, I need to know. How long is this hike? And, will you return?” Samy looks concerned.

“I limit my assignments to 6 weeks. Now that I have met you, I will definitely be back. I don’t usually return to the same place very often because I try to move onto different assignments to ensure my work is unique and fresh.” I explain.

“I have a question now.” I state.

“Okay.” Comes the reply.

“May I kiss you?” I ask quickly.

Without answering, Samy moves quickly to my face. Her lips encase me in their softness. I feel her tongue, and I respond, just not too quickly. I don’t want this moment to end. Her breathing is smooth Kadıköy Escort and controlled. Her mouth tastes like my drink. Before I can order another, she pulls away.

“Let’s dance more.” She tells me, smiling.

I pull Samy to the dance floor, as tightly as possible. We move, face to face, never losing sight of each other’s eyes. I sure hope we don’t get kicked out as we begin moving together.

I move my hands all over Samy as much as possible. I need to feel her. I need to know her entire body. The music gives me license to explore. From the back of her head, down her back, my hand traces her backside. As I reach her ass, Samy grabs my hand and plants it firmly on her ass. She then lets go of my hand, and grabs my ass just as tightly. We begin grinding together. I stare into her eyes, and she leans her head back allowing her hair to flow freely behind her.

With my other hand, I pull the top of her shorts, and run a finger up her stomach and between her breasts. I stop at her mouth, reach for her hair, and bring Samy’s head toward me. Moving my hand to the side of her face, we meet and kiss again. With my arm between us, I can distinctly feel her tits and then catch the sight of her hardening nipples through her shirt. The camisole under her shirt, now soaked in sweat, is unable to hide Samy’s delicious curves.

Unable to control myself, I move my hand from Samy’s face to her shoulder. With my palm flat against her skin, I move my hand south against her chest, stopping to grasp her right breast. She fits perfectly in my hand. A slight smile comes across Samy’s face. I continue moving my hand to her back, and we embrace in another long kiss.

“So, do you have any plans for the next 6 weeks?” I ask, as I pull Samy off the dance floor.

“Well, I think I may quit my job tomorrow.” Samy replies with a smile.

I like where this is going…

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So tonight I finish dinner and go for a walk. Yay me trying to be all healthy. I have my earbuds in listening to some sexy audio by Gael. I’m walking around the neighborhood listening to Gael groan, moan, compliment and talk dirty as hell.

Damn I’m getting so fucking hot and it isn’t from the exercise. My breathing has been speeding up along with the dampness between my legs. Another growl and my pussy clenches. Damn that man and his sexy mouth.

As I walk, I see several men at different houses. Some young and some older. A few sitting and taking in the afternoon as the sun begins to fade. They glance at me as I walk by.

I actually have to walk right by 3 or 4 men who are either working at the edge of their yards or walking in the opposite direction. Part of me wonders if they can hear what I do. I do have the volume up pretty high. Are they as turned on as I am? Panting and sexy laughter in my ears keep amping up my libido (which honestly doesn’t need help these days).

I imagine myself fucking each of the men. What would they be like? Are they long? Maybe wide? Mmmmm! Will they take control of me and fuck me good? Hell my pussy’s good and wet now. I can feel a bit of my juices slide down my inner thigh.

As I go to cross a street, I look back to make sure no cars are coming. No cars but two younger men are walking together my way up the sidewalk.

A slightly frightened thrill races through my body. I imagine it’s the feel prey gets when it realizes it has been targeted. My pulse speeds up a bit more and I bite my lower lip in indecision.

I have to keep walking but Gael has given my libido a kick start. I put a lot of extra swing in my hips and make sure I’m breathing a bit louder. I know what heavy breathing does to me. I can only hope it turns these guys on too.

I glance behind me and see the men pulling closer. I can’t stop my smirk as I speed up a bit (hips still swinging). Do I have the nerve to check this fantasy off my wish list? Two men at once. Mmmm!

As I glance back, I notice the blonde has taken his shirt off and damn! He sees me eyeing him, licks his lips and grins. Fuck, he looks like a wolf getting ready to pounce on his prey.

About this time there’s a lot of heavy breathing and groans from my earbuds as Gael shoots his load. Oh fuck! I have to pause for a second as my cunt clenches in reaction. I almost trip (real smooth, I know).

Damn I’m close to cumming myself just listening and playing my naughty game with the men behind me. I peek back only to notice the blonde has disappeared but the man with dark hair seems to be tracking me without gaining on me too much.

The hard look on his face makes me a bit nervous but god I’m so turned on as well. Belatedly I realize it’s starting to get dark. Mmmmm Perfect. I turn back around only to slam into the blonde. “Oh shit!” I yell. “Damn it you’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack.” I reprimand pulling my earbuds out.

Both men are laughing at this point. Right about then I hear moaning sounds from my dangling earbuds. “What’re you listening to?” the darker man asks. Before I can reply he grabs an earbud and puts it up to his ear. First his eyes go wide. Then they turn dark and hungry looking. “You got to check out her preferred listening.” he says to his friend. His eyes don’t leave me.

I glance at the blonde as he puts the other earbud to his ear. His wolf like grin only gets broader. He licks his lips again. I’m pretty sure I just felt more of my juices drip down my leg. “This what you want? Want us to make your wet pussy cum hard?”

I can only nod before they each grab a hand and start walking me behind a nearby house. There’s a pickup truck parked around back. Blonde drops the gate and sits down.

The darker of the two guides me toward his friend. He crowds me from behind. His hard cock snug against my ass. “You want us to be vocal too? Huh baby? What do you say?”

It seems I’ve lost my ability to string words together. My mind is flying so fast in my head. I finally get a breathy “yes” out.

By this time, I can feel the heat in my cheeks and upper chest from my arousal. My tits are almost bouncing with the pants I can’t seem to control.

Control? Why did I ever think I had any over this situation? Shit. I can’t even stop my legs from trembling.

Blondie grabs my hips and pulls me roughly into Anadolu Yakası Escort him. A hard cock presses against my aching clit. His legs on either side of mine squeeze for just a second before he seems to make up his mind.

His lips slowly lower toward my ear. A shiver runs down my spine. “My friend and I were talking as we followed you. We were admiring your curves. Most women our age are too small. We’ve both been craving a bit…more.”

In my other ear comes the darker man’s rumbling voice. “Once we spotted that fine ass, I knew I wanted to sink my cock deep.” At this point, I’m lucky they’re holding me up. A shiver runs through my whole body.

“You gonna let us in sexy lady? Or do we need to take what we’ve been drooling over for our last mile?” Blondie asks and begins kissing my neck.

I am not one to pass on such a treat (thus the curves). I glance slowly between the men before I whisper “Take it.” With this I break away and begin jogging off.

Before I know it, I have two arms around me and a big sexy body forcing mine to the ground. He cushions my fall with his strong arms and legs. Blondie flips me over and holds my hands above my head. His friend grabs my wrists and pins them to the ground.

“Why’re you running sexy? We just want to take care of you.” Blondie starts kissing my neck. He licks on my neck from shoulder to ear. “Now we have to take this sexy body and make it ours.” he says.

His hands pull my tank top below my heaving tits. My nipples are hard as diamonds. He takes one into his mouth while he barely grazes the other with his knuckles.

The darker friend begins talking more. “Do you like how he’s sucking those soft and perky titties? I want a taste myself. I want to lick and suck on them. Mmmmm!” He trails off as he begins kissing my neck and shoulders, moving toward the nipple not in his friend’s mouth.

“Fuck!” I moan as their wet tongues and mouths bathe my nipples. One tongue traces my right nipple and begins lapping it like a cat. I can feel the texture and wetness of his tongue. It sends a jolt to my core which in turn makes me wetter.

The left nipple is nipped lightly between Blondie’s teeth. My hips arch off the ground. My pussy clenching as they continue. I’m squirming under Blondie. I can feel his hard wide cock rubbing my legs as I fight to stay still.

Shit. I give up. There’s no way out of this, even if I wanted one. I relax and give myself to them.

My right nipple pops out of the darker man’s mouth. It’s red from the attention and his stubble. “As much as I love those beautiful tits, I’m really wanting to taste her cunt. I bet she’s wet as hell right now. I want to taste her. Hold her still for me.”

Blondie switches places with his friend. He sits behind me and flips me over. “You heard him. On your hands and knees. Spread your fucking legs!”

I do as told. I feel my shorts being lowered down my legs. I see them tossed aside.

“Oh fuck, her pussy is sopping wet man. Look at this shit.” the darker man says as he slides his fingers up my slit from my clit to my dripping pussy. He holds them up showing his friend his coated fingers. Then he sticks them in his mouth as he slurps me down.

His tongue takes the same trip his fingers just did. He slurps and moves his tongue to gather as much of the juices as he can. He licks and sucks on my pussy lips before using his fingers to open me up wider. His tongue diving into my soaked pussy and driving me insane. “Damn, you’re delicious.” he groans.

Blondie starts talking in my ear. “You’re such a slut for us. You try to run but you want us so bad my friend’s face is covered in your pussy juices. You want us to use that slutty pussy and make you cum all over us.” He pauses to lay my head on the bulge in his shorts. “Are you ready to cum on his tongue? Do it! Cum for us.” he demands.

I rub my cheeks over his hard dick like a cat. I want nothing more than his throbbing member in my mouth as his friend continues driving my pussy to the edge. I beg “Please put your cock in my mouth. Feed it to me. I need something to stop me from screaming. Shit! Please!”

Blondie watches my eyes as I follow the slow movement of his zipper lowering. Oh fuck! He’s so fucking big! My eyes go wide and I glance up at him. He has that predatory smirk on again.

My mouth waters. He grabs my Pendik Escort hair and pushes my mouth onto the head of that thick cock. My whole body is shaking. “You’re going to swallow my dick. Don’t touch it with your hands though slut. Just take it down. I’ll help you.”

He starts guiding me with his hand. His fingers are threaded through my hair and tugging just hard enough to cause tension at the roots. He pushes me down on his cock gagging me. Spit runs out my mouth and down the sides of his cock toward his tight balls. My head is pulled back until he pops out.

His friend’s tongue has me on the edge. “I’m gonna cum. Please fuck my face. Make me take that cock!” I plead.

He slams his dick into my throat. That and the tongue & fingers fucking my pussy pushes me over. My body convulses with my orgasm. My throat tightening on his cock. My pussy gripping the fingers knuckle deep inside me. Blondie pulls out and gets my attention.

“What a good girl! Look at his face. You’re dripping off his chin. You can help him with that.” They switch places again.

As I start to look over my shoulder, my dark friend grabs my head making me look at him. “You’ve made a delicious mess on my face. Now I want you to clean it up. Get to work baby.” He kisses me deep. His tongue invading my mouth.

I thought I’d be upset to taste myself on him but the opposite seems to be true. I taste pretty damn good. It turns me on smelling my arousal right in my face and tasting it on his tongue and lips.

I begin open mouth kisses on his jaw behind his right ear. I follow that strong jaw down to his chin licking and kissing as I go.

I feel Blondie begin to touch me from behind. First, his tongue laps me making sure not to miss a spot of my sensitive pussy. He’s drinking me and slurping making very sexy sounds. My clit is pulsing as his mouth closes over it and sucks.

“Oh fuck! Please. God please!” escapes my mouth before Blondie comes up for air.

“Man, you need to plug her mouth before someone decides to head this way. Normally I’d enjoy her shouts but I want time to finish this.” Blondie licks his lips and looks at me. “You ready for my fat cock in this sweet pussy baby? Of course you are. So hot and wet. I can’t wait to feel you cum all over this big dick.”

While Blondie is talking, his dark friend pulls his dick out and begins slowly rubbing it from root to tip and back. Damn it looks good and hard. I’ve lucked out with these two. I lick my lips and he laughs.

When he talks it comes out almost as a growl. “You really are our little slut. One cock isn’t enough to satisfy that pretty mouth. If you lick it and suck my balls really well, I’ll let you take this dick to the root if you can do it.” I moan terribly turned on by his tone and words.

Blondie is running his dick up and down my slit as I begin licking his friend’s dick. God I hope he quits teasing me soon. I need his cock deep and hard.

I lick around the head and make my way down one side. I switch up licking and kissing my way back up. Taking his dick in hand and pumping, I lick all over his tight balls. As I start taking his sack into my mouth his groans get louder. I use my tongue running it over him and licking as my hand continues to pump.

Finally my dark friend tugs me away. “Good job baby. You ready to make room for this cock?” I open my mouth sticking my tongue out slightly. “I love that slutty mouth. Let me show you how much.”

At once the two enter me. One dick to the back of my throat. The other ramming into my pussy. I try to shout but my mouth is full. That fat cock keeping me from hollering my pleasure for everyone to hear.

Yes! Oh fuck it feels so good. Blondie is pumping his hard cock in and out. My pussy so wet it’s making slurpy noises with each stroke. The dick in my mouth gags me and I look up as spit runs down my chin.

“Fuck baby you look so good with my cock deep in your mouth and your eyes tearing up. That’s a good little slut sucking and getting fucked at the same time. Gag for me again baby.” The cock slides into my throat and I begin gagging again. “Yeah baby take that dick down deep.”

They’re like machines pounding into me. Driving my body toward another release. I’m right there but can’t seem to let go. Blondie starts rubbing a finger over my asshole. I stiffen not sure what the fuck to think.

“Baby, Kurtköy Escort I’ll make you fly. I just need you to push against my finger. I know our dirty slut will love my finger pounding her ass. Come on baby, relax into it.” Blondie gathers juices from my pussy and uses it to slip the tip of his finger in my ass.

I’m moaning like crazy with a cock in my mouth, one in my pussy and a finger entering from behind. Rather than pain, it’s just what I need. It feels so fucking good. My body starts jerking and trembling. My pussy spasming over and over as Blondie continues to dive into it. Both men are trying to stifle their moans and grunts.

I begin sucking even harder as I try to keep from screaming my pleasure. My fucking body is tingling all over. I can feel it from the roots of my hair down to my toes that are curled tightly under.

My dark haired lover’s grunting gets louder. It’s so fucking sexy. He sounds both powerful and delicate at the same time. “Fuck baby, get ready. My cum’s gonna fill that throat soon! Oh, fuck yeah! Damn such a sexy, wet fucking mouth! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKK!”

I feel that hard wet dick draw up and begin to twitch. The cum is jetting out into my mouth with so much force that it leaks from my lips and runs down my chin. I swallow as much as I can not wanting to waste a bit. Sucking and swallowing the salty flavor deep into my body.

The jets of cum in my mouth and the cock pummeling me from behind set me off again. My body quaking between these two strong young men. His dick pops out of my mouth and I lower my head to the ground.

Blondie is punishing my ass. Jack hammering into my abused & well used pussy. He’s worked 3 fingers into my ass. I whimper into the grass. “Now I’m gonna take this ass.” Blondie says. “Don’t worry baby. I got plenty of lube from this sopping pussy. You’re so fucking wet!”

He slows down and pulls out of my pussy. I feel so empty. I moan to show my displeasure. “Please. Fuck please. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.” I’m inconsolable until I feel the head of Blondie’s dick pressing slowly into my ass. “Yyyyyeeeessss! Feels so good! More, please I need your cock. Please!”

Slowly he pushes his way into the hilt. I feel his balls lightly tapping my clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive I cry out. It throbs along with the beat of my heart.

I look over to see my dark haired friend stroking his cock as he watches the huge dick pulling slowly out of my ass. Oh fuck! His cock is back in action.

Blondie grabs my hair and pulls my head back. My back arches and my tits thrust outward. I’m amazed at how wonderful it feels to have that big powerful cock stretching out my ass. It’s such a different feeling but damn it feels good.

Tall, dark and handsome uses his hand on my throat to push my body upright. My back is now against Blondie’s hard chest that’s dripping with sweat.

My dark haired friend comes up in front of me and rubs his cock up and down my slit. He pauses to show extra care to my pussy. Slowly rubbing back and forth. It slips over my clit and lubes up in anticipation.

Slowly that hard cock pushes into me. Blondie has gone totally still behind me. His dick lodged in my ass. His hands come around to pinch my nipples. I squirm and they moan. One in each ear.

I’m stuffed full of the men’s two huge cocks. My body is hypersensitive. I can hear them groaning and talking to me but at this point I’m having a hard time keeping up with who says what. My body is aching deliciously. I feel as if I’m so close to cumming again.

“You’re so tight and hot baby.”

“You’re wet pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. Fuck I can’t hold out long.”

I feel my clit start to tighten. My body is on the edge. The men are taking turns leaving and returning to my body. Thrusting and retreating in rhythm with each other. As my body starts to lock down on their pumping cocks, I feel a rush of liquid.

“Oh shit baby! Fuck! You’re squeezing so tight and cumming all over our cocks! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“You just squirted all over our dicks baby! Such…a good… FUCK… Girl!”

Both men start pounding into me in erratic ways. They’re no longer in sync. Faster and faster. I’m building up again. Shit, shit I don’t know if I can handle “Fuck yeah!” I yell as my body shatters and begins to shake.

This throws both men over the edge. They yell out their completion while shooting hot streams of cum both into my convulsing pussy and my pulsing asshole.

We’re completely spent. Blondie grabs a quilt out of his truck and throws it over us. I fall asleep to the heartbeat in my ear and the warm bodies on either side of mine.

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I suppose it’s natural for all mothers to worry how their children will cope at university – mine was no exception. Even though I’d always been a very independent child, Mum somehow doubted my ability to survive in one of the most civilised cities in England. She was convinced I’d starve, freeze or otherwise blunder my way into catastrophe within a week of arriving in Cambridge.

So, at the end of June, she’d worked out a three-month plan to ‘domesticate’ me – teaching me how to cook, wash, clean and iron (not that I was lacking in any of those skills) and trying to keep me away from any farm duties. We’d struck a compromise deal, whereby I’d cook the evening meal for the family on the days when I was working the early shift at the Campsite (maybe two or three times a week) and I’d make a half-arsed attempt at doing my own laundry (at least some of the time). Recovering from my injuries after the attack had called a temporary halt to Mum’s scheming, but I was pressed back to my chores as soon as I returned to work.

I enjoyed cooking. I hadn’t been a novice at the start of the summer by any means, but having a regular commitment of preparing a meal for my parents (sometimes joined by my girlfriend) had given me an opportunity to hone my abilities and to experiment a little. As working at the Campsite and then at the Stables had turned to routine, I found (to my mother’s delight) an opportunity for creative expression in my food. Dad was less thrilled; he was a man of simple tastes and preferred the traditional carb-laden British stodge to the more exotic dishes that I placed in front of him.

But despite my ‘newfound’ culinary prowess, Mum somehow still doubted the remainder of my domestic skills. We’d very nearly come to blows the weekend before I was due to leave, when she’d accused me of intending to go to university with only two pairs of jeans and a few faded t-shirts. She’d dragged me up to Kingston for a six-hour shopping marathon, to make sure I was “fully ready for the winter” (whatever the fuck that meant). I was met with a withering stare when I protested that I was sure they had clothes shops in Cambridge and that I could buy what I required when the need arose.

Mum’s machinations aside, it had been a very quiet few weeks; all my friends (including Amy) had left for uni in mid-September and their departures had been followed by a flurry of photos on social media as they threw themselves headlong into the excesses of Freshers’ Week. Everyone was drinking, dancing, partying – except me; my life was on hold as I waited for my term to begin.

I say ‘all my friends’, but there had been one exception – that was Billy; his term at Durham didn’t start quite as late as mine, but he’d left for the north of England at least a week after everyone else.

I’d been unsure what to do about Billy ever since the attack. Clearly Amy and I owed him a great debt of gratitude for what he’d done that night, but it wasn’t as simple as pretending we were suddenly best friends. Apart from having been at the same school for the previous seven years, seemingly we had nothing in common. I was apprehensive about going for a drink or a meal with him – what would we talk about after the first ten minutes of banal pleasantries?

By chance, Jackie (my boss at the Stables) was the one to provide the solution; as a birthday treat, her husband had bought her tickets for the theatre, but the date ended up clashing with a hospital appointment for her mother and so she offered them to me instead. Had my girlfriend been around, we’d have undoubtedly gone together but, to my cynical mind, this was a perfect way spend the time I owed Billy, without having to converse.

We met outside the auditorium with about fifteen minutes to curtain up and went straight through to take our seats. He was a little nervous and we’d exhausted the small talk on our preparations for uni by the time the house lights dimmed. I was steeling myself for more awkward chat as the evening progressed.

Despite my misgivings, the evening was a great success. There were two one-act plays on the billing – both comedies – well acted with witty scripts. We were both roaring with laughter within minutes and, by the intermission, Billy was a completely changed person – fully relaxed and enjoying himself. The conversation between us flowed easily, so easily in fact that the two of us decided to grab a quick drink together before getting the train home.

The other person I’d met up with, was Charlie. I’d worked with him up at the Campsite, but he’d stayed on into September when I’d switched over to the Stables. He was also a Cambridge undergraduate, studying engineering, and would be going into his second year as I started my first. We’d talked quite a bit about what to expect and he’d put some of my anxieties to rest. If everyone at Cambridge was like Charlie, I was going to get on just fine.

I dawdled through the farmyard, saying goodbye to the animals for the last time. I wouldn’t see them again until early December – that seemed a very long way away. I glanced at my watch; it was Bostancı Escort about quarter past three. Mum had ordered me home from the Stables for half past, so that she could supervise my packing for uni. I was dreading the next few hours – I could see the two of us quickly falling out. Still, I thought, it would distract me from thinking about the court proceedings.

I rounded the corner of the barn. There were two cars parked in front of the farmhouse. I’d been expecting Mum to be home from her work already, but alongside her vehicle was the black Audi belonging to my girlfriend’s mother.

I froze. Jenny wasn’t supposed to be here until early evening. Why was she here now? Had something gone wrong in court?

I opened the gate into the garden, heading for the back door. I peered through the window, expecting to see two people sitting at the table, but the kitchen was empty. Had Mum taken her into the sitting room, I wondered. I crept round to the side of the house. The window was ajar – I’d be able to hear what they were saying. Feeling a little guilty, I slid down beneath it, straining to listen in.

“Jake’ll be so relieved,” Mum was saying. “He was really worried about having to appear as a witness. That’ll be a big weight off his shoulders.”

“I think it would have been a surprise if Richard had pleaded ‘not guilty’,” Jenny replied. “But there was always the chance that he’d try to contest the charge. It wouldn’t have been fair to Jake to tell him that a ‘guilty’ plea was a foregone conclusion.”

“And the other case, the student in the nightclub?” Mum asked.

“So he’s pleaded ‘not guilty’ for that one,” Jenny replied. “To both charges – the sexual assault and actual bodily harm.”

“‘Not guilty’ to both?” Mum asked incredulously. I couldn’t believe it either.

“I know,” the lawyer answered. “If I’d have been his defence barrister, I’d have advised a ‘guilty’ plea to the ABH. But from his point of view, pleading ‘not guilty’ to the sexual assault is probably the right move; the prosecution will have a tough time proving the motive.”

“So Richard’s gone back to the Young Offenders’ Institution?”

“Yes,” Jenny replied. “The trial won’t be until January, so technically he’ll still be on remand. He won’t be sentenced for Jake’s case until then.”

There was a silence as Jenny’s news sank in. All I could hear was my heart thumping in my chest.

“Does Amy know?” asked Mum.

“Not yet. She’s got lectures this afternoon. I’m going to phone her this evening. She doesn’t know the hearing was this morning.”

“Oh,” Mum said. There was another pause. “You know Jake’s going to see her tomorrow, on his way to Cambridge?”

“Yes, I did know that – it’ll be good for them to see each other,” Jenny replied. There was a pause. “And you’re going to take all his stuff up on Sunday?”

“Yes, Alan and I both wanted to see where he’d be living. And there wouldn’t be room in the car for the three of us. We’re going to head off tomorrow afternoon and then stay with some friends half-way.”

“Oh that’s nice,” Jenny replied. “Is he nervous about going up?”

“I don’t think so. I can normally tell if he’s worried, but he doesn’t seem to be. One of the other lads up at the Campsite is there already – he’ll be a second year I think, so Jake’ll know at least one person. They went for a drink together last week. And then his College has given him a student mentor and they’ve been in touch on Facebook. But I think he’s just impatient to get there now; he’s been kicking his heels round here for three weeks and seeing photos of everyone else enjoying themselves!”

There was the sound of tea being stirred.

“And how’s Amy finding London?” Mum asked.

“I think she’s settling in quite well. It’s a big change for her living in a city, but she’s finding her feet and she seems to be making friends.”

“Have you seen her since she moved in?”

“No, not since we took her up,” Jenny replied. “I was hoping she’d come home for a couple of days during Reading Week – the end of October, but she’s got designs on going to Cambridge instead!”

The two women suppressed an embarrassed laugh.

“That’ll be around Jake’s birthday,” Mum observed.

There was a slightly awkward pause. I was about to slip round to the kitchen to noisily announce my return from the Stables, when Jenny spoke again.

“I know it’s difficult working things long-distance,” she said quietly, “but I hope they stay together. Jake’s been so good for Amy, she’s really become so confident over the last six months. He’s such a responsible young man, you must be so proud of him!”

“Oh thank you,” replied Mum. “Yes I am really proud of him. And we love Amy too – she was very shy when we first met her, but we’ve always known how bright she is and she’s got such a wonderful bubbly personality!”

I felt myself blushing, but didn’t really want to hear any more. It was fine for our mothers to gossip about our relationship in private, but I didn’t want to listen to their speculation. Amy and I would Anadolu Yakası Escort work things through ourselves.

I made my way round to the back of the house, feeling the relief already sinking in as I prepared my surprised response to the news about Ritchie. I opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.

“I’m back!” I called.

–

I met Amy outside the exit from King’s Cross tube station in central London.

“Hello lovely!” she cried as she threw her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss on the lips.

“I brought you these,” I said, presenting her with a bouquet of red roses.

“Oh Jake, they’re beautiful!” she smiled excitedly. She hugged me tightly again.

She looked up at me.

“You’ve had a haircut,” she said dismayed.

“Sorry,” I replied. “Mum insisted. Apparently I wouldn’t be able to find a barber’s in Cambridge!”

“But your beautiful golden curls – they’re gone!”

“Don’t worry, they’ll regrow,” I replied, laughing.

We took the bus up to her halls of residence. Amy chatted all the way – she was bright, lively and the most confident I think I’d ever seen her. I’d been a little concerned over the summer that London would be too big for her, that she’d be overwhelmed by the city, but three weeks in, she was thriving.

She’d been assigned accommodation in an apartment with five other female students, all first years, about fifteen or so minutes by tube from the main campus. Each of the girls had their own bedroom, but the bathroom and kitchen were shared between six. On the ground floor of the block, there was a canteen which served breakfast and supper (although not lunch) and there were some communal facilities, including a laundry room, for the three hundred or so residents.

“The food’s not very good,” my girlfriend confided as we took the elevator up to her floor.

Amy’s bedroom was a little smaller than I’d expected, and not just because she’d crammed it full of the stuff she’d brought from home. The bed was along the left-hand wall, and beyond that a washbasin. The desk was next to the window, which looked out over a central courtyard. There was a very small chest of drawers, a wardrobe and two chairs – but that was it. By the time I set up my air mattress on the floor, there’d be almost no carpet visible.

I set my bags down and draped my coat over one of the chairs, then turned to embrace my girlfriend. Amy wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly.

“Oh Jake, I’ve missed you so much!” she cried.

“I’ve missed you too,” I replied, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

She slid her hands down my back and grasped my buttocks with both hands.

“I love this bottom so much,” she smiled.

I bent down and cupped her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly. Amy moaned a little into my mouth as I slid my tongue passionately over hers

We broke apart and stared joyously into each other’s eyes.

“Did you bring your costume for tonight?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s here. I hope it’s OK,” I replied.

I reached behind me for my holdall, pulled out the top hat and placed it on my head.

“I found a green waistcoat and then there’s a cravat to wear with one of my white shirts,” I explained, showing her the various garments. “Oh and I made a cloak – I bought the material from a charity shop.”

I looked anxiously at her, seeking her approval. This was my first student party and I wasn’t really sure how elaborate the costumes would be.

Amy nodded enthusiastically. “That’s perfect; I think you’ll make a great Wizard!” She hugged me again.

Her eyes fell to the bouquet of roses that she’d laid on the bed. “I ought to get these in water,” she said thoughtfully. “I’ll have to go and hunt in the kitchen for something. I don’t have a vase.”

“Should I come too?” I asked as she picked up the flowers and walked towards the door.

“No, it’s OK,” she said. “I’ll only be a minute. I think there’s a jug I can use.”

The door closed behind her.

I walked over to her desk and peered into the courtyard below. Amy was lucky that her room wasn’t on the side of the building that overlooked the road, but I imagined it could still get quite noisy at night.

My eyes fell to the row of cards on the windowsill. One was from me, the card I’d given her after she’d received her exam results. The next two were from her family (one of which was a home-made one from the twins). Then there was a fourth at the end of the row, with a picture of two horses on the front – horses I thought I recognised.

I felt a momentary twinge of guilt as I picked up the card to see who’d sent it.

“Dear Amy,” it read.

“I wanted to write to wish you all the very best as you start your undergraduate course and to thank you for all that you’ve done at the Stables this summer. It has been a joy to watch you grow and I have received so many wonderful comments from customers about you – the children love you!

“As you know, it’s been a difficult few weeks for me Ataşehir Escort after my mother’s stroke. I did think about closing down the Riding School for a couple of weeks, while I focused on sorting out her affairs, but I was so fortunate that you were able to take charge and to run everything in such a capable way. Not only were we able to honour almost all of our existing bookings, but we accepted many new ones as well. That is testament not only to your hard work, but also your incredible natural abilities. There are very few teenagers who would be able to step forward in the way that you did.

“For you also, this has not been the easiest of summers. I know there were times when you found it hard to face the world – I would have in the same situation. But you came through all the challenges with your head held high, stronger and more confident than ever before.

“You are an exceptional young woman, loved and respected by everyone who meets you and I know that you will be an excellent undergraduate student. Please do come back and visit us when you get back from university in December and know that there will always be a job for you here whenever you need it.

“With much love and my very best wishes, Jackie.”

I felt a lump in my throat. Jackie was right – my girlfriend had changed so much in the preceding six months. I was so proud of her.

I put the card back down on the windowsill, not wanting to be caught prying – Amy wouldn’t be gone much longer.

As I turned around, I caught sight of a framed, black-and-white picture, on top of the chest of drawers. I hadn’t noticed it before; it was hidden from the entrance to the room by the wardrobe. It was a photo of a young man, stripped to the waist and wearing what looked like jodhpurs, captured in the act of forking a pile of straw, seemingly oblivious to the camera. The background was dark, it was clearly taken in a barn somewhere, but the strong light shining from the left side caught the muscles on his chest and arms perfectly – it must have taken forever to set up the shot.

I picked up the frame. I was beginning to feel a little jealous – the photo was tasteful enough, but I was a little offended that my girlfriend felt the need to keep an image of a semi-naked man in full view of her bed – what did he have that I didn’t?

I peered at the lad; he was looking down and his face was partly in shadow, you couldn’t really see his features. His hair was light and curly, and he seemed to be a similar height to me, but a heavier build.

He did look a bit like me – maybe that was it; Amy had found a picture that she could pretend was of her boyfriend – that was alright wasn’t it?

I peered closer; the boy’s torso was angled away from the photographer, presenting his left arm to the camera. I did a double take: There was a faint line running down his bicep, slightly curved at the bottom – it was the same shape as my scar. Was that me? No, it couldn’t be! But it was! When had she taken it?

I heard the sound of the door opening and I looked up sharply. Amy was entering the room, carrying the roses in a makeshift vase.

“I had to cut up an old plastic bottle from the recycling,” she was saying. “I’ll get something better later on, but this’ll do for now. These look beautiful!”

She looked up at me and saw the photo in my hand. The colour drained from her cheeks; the look on her face was obvious – she hadn’t meant for me to find it.

“Is this me?” I asked gently, tilting the frame towards her.

She nodded, unhappily, looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry Jake, I just needed a reminder of you – of your body.” She shook her head. “I’ll throw it away, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken it.”

“No, I love that you’ve got this,” I said softly. “I really do. And it’s an amazing photo.”

“You do?” she asked hesitantly.

I nodded. “But when did you take it? It’s at the Stables right?”

Amy blushed. “It was the first day you worked with me. You’d got back from taking those students out for a hack. I put the horses away and I came back to give you a hand to finish mucking out. But there was a crack in the wall and I peeked through and I saw you and I watched you for a bit and then I thought maybe I could take a photo with my phone and, well, I did.”

She placed the flowers on the desk behind me and put one arm round me.

“I love that you’ve got this,” I said again. I kissed her on the top of her head.

We looked together at the photo for a few seconds, then I set it down on the chest of drawers.

I turned. Amy was looking up at me anxiously, searching my face for signs of disapproval, desperate to believe my reactions were true.

I was flattered, of course I was flattered, but Amy hadn’t stuck the photo in a frame to massage my ego.

We’d been separated for three weeks. Yes, we’d talked every night by video call, but in my naivety, I’d assumed that would be enough while she settled into her new life.

But it wasn’t enough – for either of us, not by a long chalk. The first thing she’d done when we’d reached the privacy of her room was to squeeze my butt. And then, when she’d been trying to explain the photo, she’d said she wanted to be reminded of my body. That’s what had been missing – the physicality of our relationship – and now I realised how much I’d missed it too.

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A little background first is in order I think just bear with me through the little pitty party please.. or move on.. I am 23 years old, around 6’7 when I stand up straight, typically only about 6’3 because I tend to hunch to try to hide and because I’m shy and my back hurts. I have AP Scoliosis and a Caephosis of The Spine which earned me the nickname “Turtle” my last year of high school before I quit. I have dark brown hair, dark green eyes, wear glasses on occasion though I’m actually supposed to wear them all the time and I weight about 250 pounds with what looks like a beer gut and man boobs but its actually where my stomach is pushed out where my lower back arches backwards really far.. My stomach is actually flush with my ribs.. I was put down all my life from the idiots at school to my own cousins and eventually my sister. My dad was away a lot TDY for the military and would come home to fights that had been raging and end up beating me for even touching my sister after she had been beating me for months.

My so called friend would also use me as they saw fit and even beat me up to try to make themselves more popular if they thought it’d work. I’ve been used and abused since 5 years old and so now I am very shy and don’t know how to make friends and have abandonment and trust issues.. Ok enough of the poor me background..

This is a “what if” basically one of my fantasies about my first time, because at 23 I’ve only ever been with one girl, didn’t even really date her, just met her and then started kissing shortly after because that’s what she wanted to do. I was with her off and on for 4 weeks and took care of her needs as much as possible thinking it’d make her want to keep me around or maybe return the favour.. After about 30 orgasms in 5 sessions.. she dumped me without having ever stroked me to orgasm or given me a bj or anything.. I had to beg even to get her to look at me or touch me through my pants… anyways here we go..

One day, I was in Roseville, trying to get a job at the Discovery Store, and was turned down in an on the spot interview. It was the same old story as any other time I tried for a job. “What have you been doing for the past two years since you were laid off from your previous employer? I’m sorry you just don’t have enough work experience, come back when you get some and we will see what we can do.” After that, I was really down and felt stupid for even trying and for just how nervous I got during the confrontation, so I wasn’t watching where I was walking, just the three feet of floor in front of my size fifteen Converse All Stars I wear to interviews. As I was walking out to the parking lot I actually, physically, ran into a woman and knocked her flat on her ass and sent her bags and their contents everywhere. I was so shocked and an emotional wreck anyways that it took me a full minute to realize what happened. By then she was up and seriously pissed as well as slightly hurt. It was the first thing that I noticed, not how she looked or even that it was a she, just that it was someone I had hurt. I immediately apologized, and quickly set about picking up her things while trying not to look at her.

When I was finally at the last bag, she must have had ten bags, I froze, noticing what the contents of her last parcel were… It was a Victoria’s Secret bag and I had just stepped on one of her panty sets.. I stood there half bent over, unknowingly giving her a good view of my butt in my slack-like cargo pants.. I just couldn’t move, there was no way I could pick up the little frilly materials that made up what I would consider her most intimate items, well next to her collection of sex toys I’m sure she owned.. It was also the first time I realized she was female.. I stood up, shaking like a leaf and not even remotely able to look at her, I just slowly backed away from the bag and tried my best to apologize once again but my voice squeaked and cracked like a pubescent teenage guy, which elicited the cutes giggle I’ve ever heard from a grown woman.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you’ve never seen a girl’s negligee before. You picked up the rest of the things you made me drop, it’s only fair you pick that one up too.” I heard, she had the most amazing voice I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing and it sent chills down my spine, and oddly enough, for the first time in my life, made my dick start to harden, which only fueled my confusion.

Once again I looked at the skimpy garments on the ground and turned away unable to bring myself to do it. “Ai, Aiee” I squeaked and tried again. “I’m sorry I knocked you down. I wasn’t paying attention to who was in front of me, I was just trying to get out of here and to my car as quickly as I could, I just want to go home and forget I even came here.” I commented, probably sharing more than I should have, as I have then tendency to do when I’m nervous.

“That doesn’t change anything, you still knocked me down, hurt my ass, and made my shit go everywhere, and look! You ruined this pair of panties! Those were my favourite ones, and the only pair they had my size! What are you going to do to repay me for them? See these? Look Şerifali Escort at me when I’m talking to you.. LOOK!” she shoved the panties right in my face, forcing me to acknowledge her and the panties in question, and making me blush and harden even more. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven….” She trailed off looking me right in the face as I looked off into nothingness off my right shoulder. I don’t know why but when I get nervous I always turn to the right, I guess its to try to shield my good ear (I have over 60% hearing loss in my left ear)

“Oh… my… fucking… god… No fucking way… Are you serious?!”

I looked at her for the first time, right in her face and saw the questioning look, but in a split second I also saw just how unbelievably gorgeous this woman was. Long dark hair, ice blue eyes that I have to admit weren’t too appealing at that moment, and the most perfect compaction that I could only dream of having.. To put it simply, even only looking at her face, I knew this woman was way beyond my league, not that I was actually thinking about trying to ask her out or anything, it was jus the automatic guy thought I guess.. No that’s not true, most guys wouldn’t be in that situation, they’d be trying to pick her up and making some rude comments about her undies by then.

I was awakened from my seemingly momentary but actually couple minutes of thought by her, “hello, Earth to big guy, you in there? I’m the one that got knocked on my ass and you are spacing off like you had a concussion.”

“Wha? Huh? Oh yeah, I’m sorry, what were you saying?” came my reply, I truly was out of it. Cute giggle again, “You really were spacing off weren’t you?”

In a very rare completely subconscious moment where the stars aligned and I said the right thing I replied “No I wasn’t spacing out, I was just thinking how your eyes rival the bluest of skies and how anyone would be so very lucky to get to gaze into them everyday of his or her life.”

Now it was her turn to blush and be speechless, as well as my own because I couldn’t believe I actually said that. We stood there for what felt like hours but really was all of thirty seconds before. “Wow! So, there is some suave, romantic, poetic features hiding in the overly shy, tall, incredibly cute guy, that’s afraid to even pick up a girls underwear. Speaking of which, what are we going to do about these.. I could have you pay for them..” she trailed off seemingly trying to think of the best way to make the situation out to her benefit.

“I really am sorry I ran into you, and I’m sorry for ruining your, um, panties, but I can’t pay you for them. I don’t have any money, I was here trying to get a job and they rejected me again and…” I stared down once more hurting again, tears starting to well up once more, “I’m sorry, I need to go.” So I turned and left but before I could get anywhere, “Hey wait up big guy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be such a bitch, I just get really aggressive when I hurt.”

“I know the feeling. I’ve actually punched brick walls when I got hurt. I am sorry, are you ok? I didn’t hurt you too badly did I? How’s your… *gulp” I stammered, staring at her amazingly cute round ass for the first time, innocent by intent, but now meaning something far different as I subconsciously wondered what it’d feel like in my hands or naked in my lap or… I snapped to feeling the sudden moisture in my pants and the now painfull, and painfully obvious, hard-on pushing the front of my pants out. I quickly tugged down the front of my shirt trying to cover it but she ad already noticed and her hormones were now firing on all cylinders and making her se me in another light as well.

“You know what, forget it, it doesn’t matter, its just a flimsy, overpriced, piece of material anyways.. I’m Diane.” She offered her hand to me out of the blue making me look up from her ass that I was still staring at even though I meant to look away. I slowly looked up, checking her out, though once again not meaning to, noticing her fit body, amazing though not overly large breasts, and the fact that I could actually look at her eyes and her mine without me bending over or her craning to look at me. The thought went through my head but.. “Wow, she’s tall”

“Excuse me?” she said looking me in the eyes.

“What? Oh, um.” I blushed “I was just thinking that you are pretty tall, I’m not used to being able to look women in the eyes without really looking down on them.. You must be, what, 5, 10?”

“Hehe, 5 11 actually, I know the feeling, typically guys are only as tall as me or shorter, and all my girl friends are way shorter at like 5 foot.. it sucks. It must be hard for you to date girls that are so much shorter. Always having to sit down, bend over, or pick them up if you want to kiss them.. Guess it’d be great for bj’s though, you’d just have to stand there and let them do it.” With that she looked up and noticed just how uncomfortable I was which reminded her of her earlier observation and thought, before my bulge distracted her.. “Oh hey, you never did say answer me about why you were so shy, and you didn’t Göztepe Escort tell me what your name was when I introduced myself and that’s just rude.”

“Two things, firstly you never actually asked me why I was shy, you just went off about “no way, oh my fucking god, you cant be serious..” however you did it. Secondly, My name is Justin, though everyone calls me Otis, don’t ask it’s a long story, but I do go by Otis, and yes, I know, “like the cute little puppy in that movie.” So don’t go there.” I snickered..

“Hell no, pugs are ugly, but you are cute so I don’t see the connection other than the name.” she laughed and I noticed her very slowly checking out my entir body and saw her bite her lower lip, for the first time I could see a woman actually was interested in me and attracted to me..

“You really think I’m cute? I’m sorry to say but I think you hit your head and not just your ass. Nurse, I think she needs a checkup from the neck-up ASAP, ding, Doctor to surgery please, doctor to surgery..” She lost it and started laughing her ass off.

In a fit of giggles, “what the hell was that? That was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time, where did it come from?”

“Sorry, my parents and sister call me Batty sometimes.” I offered.

“Batty? Why the hell would they call you Batty other than your minds probably got a bunch of bats in it..?”

“Oh its for Batty Koda, you know, Robin Williams’ character in Fern Gully. Remember, bzzt wrong channel.. Where he was always on the wrong channel and his mind wouldn’t work right, it’s also where I got the checkup from the neck-up thing.” I explained seeing the connection that no-one else could, as usual.

“Oh yeah, I remember that movie, I think I have it on VHS somewhere still. That was his element, he was right at home in that movie, total improv, well kind of. Hey I just had an idea, I know how you can pay me back for the panties, and you won’t even have to pay at all, no money. All you have to do is come with me, *giggle* and just hang out with me for a while and keep me company, I will even let you pick where we go. How’s that? Sound good to you?”

She had this mischievous look on her face that I could se she was trying to hide, and what was with that giggle? No way could she be trying to get me to fuck her, no way would a chick like her want me.. “Ok sure, I guess, where do you want to go, what do you want to do?”

“Nope, I said you get to chose, and not just home to get laid either. haha.. ( followed by a really quiet “mmmm” so quiet I thought I imagined it) So where to?”

“What kind of things do you like to do?” I asked really not sure what to do, thinking to myself, is she asking me out or is this really just to pay off the panties?

“Like I said, its up to you to pick, I’m up (quick glance to my crotch) for anything, you name it. except for sex.” With that she gave me what can only be described as a shit eating grin.

“Well, there is one thing Id really like to do, as long as I don’t make too much of an ass of myself, but I can’t afford it, and I can’t go home to get the clothes for it..” I thought out loud again.. I really need to stop doing that..

“What do you need for it? If its not too expensive I will pay for it, you will just owe me more time with me to pay me back, hmm and maybe a nice backrub too.. I bet your big hands would be great for giving a backrub, nice and strong but probably gentle too..” She really surprised me with that one and once again I was dumbfounded and wondering if I was just too dense and she really was trying to tell me the only thing she really wanted was me inside of her. I crossed that out of my mind. A 5’11 probably large C, small D cup, beauty like her (no clue really I just know they look nice and fit her body perfectly) couldn’t possibly want that from a big ogre like me.

“How about we go Ice Skating, its cold, but I’ve only been once and I love hockey, I’ve always wanted to skate since I first saw the Mighty Ducks as a kid, it’s why the Ducks are my favorite NHL Team. Hence why I said wed need the right clothes and stuff, and I’m not sure they’d have size 15 skates to rent.”

“Wow! Ice skating! That’d be so fun! I’ve never been ice skating on a date before, this will be a first. I haven’t skated in years, I hope I don’t fall on my ass too much though, you already made is sore, yeah lets go buy some warm clothes and see if we can buy some skates, I am not wearing rentals.. eww gross.” I had to laugh at her, now that she was relaxing, and not being so proper she was really showing she was a normal girl, a very beautiful one, but still normal and a bit of a dork. I could seriously fall for a woman like this. Completely not realizing she said it was a date..

An hour and a half later we were in a local shop, we had already went and bought sweat pants, hoodies, gloves, extra socks, a beany for her, which she looked amazingly cute and innocent in, and an overcoat for me. I couldn’t believe it, she had to have spent close to two hundred dollars on me and 200 on her, she must be made of money, and now, she just bought her own Ümraniye Escort ice skates to the tune of 250 dollars and was encouraging me to get my own pair of hockey skates hat are over 400 dollars.. Well after some arguments and some issues with sizing I finally decided to give in and let her buy me whatever she wanted. So I got a black pair of size 15 skates, black and blue hockey “shooters” gloves and a warm jersey that was devoid of any team affiliation, just black. Twenty minutes later we were in the rink both trying not to make asses of ourselves while little five year olds zoomed around like they were flying. We both had to laugh when one decided to skate between my legs, which is quite a feat seeings how I only have a 30 inch inseam.

So there I stood, or skated at a new height of probably six foot eleven thanks to the padded, strapped jacket Diane insisted I get o help protect me back WHEN I fell, and it turns out, when she pulled me down when she fell. I was amazed, once I got over my initial cold issues, and fear of being see and laughed at, I was great at skating and within thirty minutes on the ice, I was skating literal circles and figure 8s around her and getting more confident by the second, that is until Id get too close, she’d grab me and it was like Jack and Jill without the hill and we were on frozen water..

We really didn’t talk much while on the ice, just laughed and I just enjoyed myself, honestly forgetting about her and just doing sprints up and down the ice at one point and doing Norwegian circles and everything else I could think of. Before I knew it, 5 hours had passed and she slowly skated up to me and told me it was time to go, it was dark and she was hungry.

“How the hell did you skate like that? I thought you said you only skated once, cant stand on blades, and the last time you skated was for seconds in middle school?” she was a little perturbed with my sudden talent.

“I don’t know, once I got comfortable, it just was natural.. Maybe it’s partly because I’m part Norse, it could be in my blood, who knows. All I know is I love skating and just wish I had a stick, puck, goal, and space to shoot without hurting those kids.. They were fun, challenging me to races and loops and stuff, one even called me big brother, it was so cute.” I relived, the little girl that called me “Big Bwother” actually about made me cry and made me want to pick her up and hug her for it, it was so sweet.

Diane saw the look on my face and decided to tease me a bit. “Oh big bwother, you alweady have a stick to play wif, all guys do. ‘Cept its more fun to have a cute little girl like me play wif it.. Do you want me to play with your big hard stick big bwother? It is hard isn’t it big bwother? Oh wow, that must hurt big bwother, can I kiss it and make you feel better?” She really got to me, and she rubbed me up and down through my three layers of clothes while sitting on the bench next to the lockers with kids running around and I was so hard it seriously did hurt and I was leaking precum like crazy.

“Enough of the “big bwother” its not right, and I thought you said you didn’t want sex, that you were hungry and wanted a back rub.” I gasped as she gave me a squeeze.

“Big bwother is so hard, he needs his cute little sister to give it a kis and make the pain go away.” She teased “Enough of the big bwother shi… Oh fuck!” She moved her hand inside my pants and inside my boxer briefs and it was cold as ice, yet it only made me harder..

“I said I was hungry but I didn’t say for food, I’m thirsty too and by the feel of it you’ve got more than enough meat to satisfy my hunger and more than enough liquid to satisfy my thirst. Come on, lets get out of here. You owe me for all the shit I bought you and seeing you skate around with so much confidence and hearing all the women talking about how sexy and tall you are and how they’d love to suck your cock while you skated and then have you fuck them till they can’t stand has my little kitty (she said little kitty with that same innocent little girl voice as big bwother) absolutely drenched and dying to be stuffed.. Now lets get out of here so I can give you head in the car.” With that she pulled her now soaked hand out of my pants, looked at it, then me, then while looking me in the eyes licked her palm clean of my juices and said “like going without water for a week and then only having a cup, that only made my thirst grow.. lets go NOW!”

I went to leave like I was but she got an evil smile and said I could only wear one pair of pants out, that it was too hot outside and Id die dressed as warm as I would.. I knew she just wanted my bulge o be visible to all the women but I had no choice so I stripped down to just one pair of sweats, put everything in my bag, put on my shoes and tried to head out as quickly as I could with my sports bag leading the way to hide me. She wouldn’t have it though and pulled the bag behind me in effect cutting off the use of my left arm as a shield as well, and then latched onto my right arm and walked me out like a prisoner to a cop car, allowing everyone to look as long as they wanted, and me to get so red it wasn’t even funny.. Especially when one little girl asked her mommy what I was hiding in my pants and her mommy said the greatest meat on earth.. which her daughter had to ask why I had meat in my pants but luckily we got out the door before I could be forced to explain..

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Kyle is putting his books away in anticipation of the bell ringing. He’s a good student but…he’s just anxious. Even though he’s 18, he’s transfered to a new city where his dad had to move. New school, new people…the classwork is the easy part. He puts a mechanical pencil to his paper, just to pretend he’s working. The teacher takes notice that the classroom is preparing to depart, and a little perturbed, she says “alright, you’re all excited for the weekend I know. We’ll go ahead and end class a few minutes early.” The students begin to gather their materials.

Normally Kyle is the first out the door, but then he saw Morgan. It was nothing unseal for Kyle to get crushes. He wasn’t a bad looking kid; 5’9”, black hair, deep brown eyes, a pretty decent physique. He just didn’t stand out. He was smart, kind, and funny. It was just that first step that proved an impossible hurdle. Morgan was his crush of the month; a girl to fantasize about throughout boring classes and lonely nights. Morgan was 18, about 5’7” with long flowing dirty blonde hair, glasses, and a girl next door look.

She was at her desk as Kyle was trying to not stare and…he couldn’t believe what he saw. Morgan bent down to put her books in her backpack and Kyle could see right down her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra! She didn’t have big breasts particularly, but they were big enough to justify wearing a bra. What were they, Kyle thought to himself, 34 Bs? He didn’t know, but he gasped, trying not to obviously stare. He was convinced she’d look up and see him staring at him, she would yell, he’d be expelled, and yet he could not look away. That 3 second span seemed to last a lifetime, as a movie that would play over and over again.

Kyle instantly had an erection, and there’s nothing he could do to placate it. Luckily this was the last class of the day. He hopped on the bus, found an empty seat, and sat by himself, waiting to get home. The 14 minute bus ride seemed an eternity, and as soon as he got home, he said hello to his Dad, ran to his room, locked the door, unzipped his pants, and furiously masturbated to the thought of Morgan’s small, perky nipples suspended in his view. Kyle started sweating a bit, grunted, and grabbed a towel from last night’s shower. He threw the towel over his computer chair and came hard, shooting load after load of hot cum on the towel. He stood for a minute with his cock in his hand, replaying the events of the day over in his head.

For once, it wasn’t enough for him to simply masturbate and be satisfied physically. Kyle was a virgin. A year or so ago, one of his female friends who he crushed for, Tiffany, decided without much cause that she would give him a blowjob, and Kyle’s mediocre crush on her, quite obviously, grew. She was the first to suck him off, and yet when she was done, she just said “I just wanted to make you cum, ya know, for fun!” Within a week she was dating another guy. He was happy to get the blowjob but he didn’t get the girl.

After dinner, Kyle goes into his room and gets on his favorite chatroom. He wishes he could be as outgoing to girls in his classes like he can on here. He signs on as KyleDriver. Fairly clever, even if a bit contrived. He would try and satisfy his social needs, and many times his lusts as well, on the Internet. He strolled through teen chatrooms, unsatisfied with the slutty kinds. He soon found himself a smart girl, MaybeImAmazed. A Beatles fan? Who knows, it doesn’t matter. She’s smart, funny, and seems to have a hidden wild side, Kyle thought. After the talked for awhile about interests, family, and other small talk, things got interesting.

KyleDriver: So whats on your mind tonight?

MaybeImAmazed: heh… not much good im sure.

KyleDriver: Meaning bad I hope?

MaybeImAmazed: …is that ok?

Kyle Driver: Of course. I mean, you’re not one of the completely slutty girls in here and I know that so its ok to have a bad side.

MaybeImAmazed: well, maybe deep down I have a little bit of a slutty side :-p

KyleDriver: Oh Yeah?

KyleDriver: Prove it.

MaybeImAmazed: hmmmmmmm.

*MaybeImAmazed is inviting you to view webcam*

Kyle is surprised and accepts the invitation to see a sexy, slender girl on cam. Unfortunately her face is off screen, probably by design, but Kyle is happy to check out her body. Just then, she lifts her shirt up to reveal no bra is on, only her supple, small but firm breasts. With one hand she holds her shirt up, and with the other, she tweaks her nipple a bit, then lowers her shirt back down.

KyleDriver: Wow

MaybeImAmazed: *giggles* you like that hmm

KyleDriver: Wow

MaybeImAmazed: heehee. Im not a slut!!! i dont do this often at all I just…you seem fun and sweet

KyleDriver: No its ok I mean, you’re just gorgeous.

MaybeImAmazed: thanks sweetie

KyleDriver: l’ll go on cam too.

Kyle quickly primps himself and makes sure he’s looking nice. He fixes his hair and puts on a nicer shirt. He sends his cam to the girl, who accepts.

KyleDriver: Ataşehir Escort Ok, fair is fair.

Kyle playfully lifts his shirt up, tweaks his nipple, and rubs them.

MaybeImAmazed: lol!! nice chest though…yum

KyleDriver: Thanks…haha just being silly.

MaybeImAmazed: Take it off!!

KyleDriver: Really? Ok..

Kyle peels his shirt off and sits in front of the cam shirtless, runs over and locks his bedroom door, then sits back down.

MaybeImAmazed: Woo woo!!!

KyleDriver: Normally I’d get a few bucks for that.

MaybeImAmazed: too bad. All I have is this

The girl takes off her shirt again, revealing her bare breasts. This time she begins my covering them with her bare arm and just barely revealing her nipple, being coy and playful with Kyle.

KyleDriver: Mmmmm…that’s much better than a few bucks.

MaybeImAmazed: I thought youd like this better.

KyleDriver: Forgive me for staring

MaybeImAmazed: I didnt take my shirt off so you could look away

KyleDriver: Any chance I could see your face?

MaybeImAmazed: Im sorry hun I just don’t feel comfortable doing that right away, one time someone I knew was on and…yeh maybe later?

KyleDriver: Oh yeah, I mean no, no problem. That’s ok. ?

MaybeImAmazed: Youre adorable. and sexy. You must have girls crawling all over you

KyleDriver: Hah, thanks but not exactly

MaybeImAmazed: can I ask a personal question

KyleDriver: Shoot.

MaybeImAmazed: Are you a virgin

KyleDriver: uhh..yeh

MaybeImAmazed: Heehee…thats ok! I like that..i am too.

KyleDriver: Oh ok…well good

MaybeImAmazed: but I might not be if you were here 😉

KyleDriver: damn…youre turning me on so much

MaybeImAmazed: prove it. ?

KyleDriver: Huh?

MaybeImAmazed: Show me.

KyleDriver: …oohhh. Ook.ok.

Kyle immediately gets a rush of adrenaline, and his heart starts pounding. He has nothing to be ashamed of in his pants, but he immediately gets nervous. His horniness wins over the nervousness though, and he stands up and unbuttons his pants.

MaybeImAmazed: Bow chicka wow wow…

KyleDriver: lol shush

Kyle unzips his pants and pulls them off, revealing his blue boxers. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side. His erection is visible through the cam, and the girl starts to rub her breasts as she watches him strip. Turned on by her, he grabs his cock through the boxers and rubs on it a bit, then grabbing his waistband and pulling them down slowly. The base of his dick comes out, and the boxers slide down his shaft. As it reaches the end his cock springs back as his boxers fall to the floor.

MaybeImAmazed: heehee bouncy…mmm that looks so good…

KyleDriver: is it big enough for ya?

MaybeImAmazed: I think its perfect sized for my mouth hehe

KyleDriver: oh yeh? Prove THAT!

The girl gets up and comes back with a pink vibrating dildo.

KyleDriver: wowie

MaybeImAmazed: Youre thicker than this guy here but I think it fits

The girl puts the dildo in her mouth and licks it, taking it further in her mouth. Kyle’s dick swells up even more, and he tries to rub it secretly. Kyle sits down on his chair and repositions the cam to where she can see his engorged member better.

MaybeImAmazed: oohhh im getting horny baby

KyleDriver: Me too…obviously.

MaybeImAmazed: I cant take it anymore

The girl stands up and unbuttons her pants and unzips them, pulling them off with her panties at the same time. She stood there naked for Kyle, who could have came just be looking at her. She shaved her pussy smooth, and Kyle could see the little slit as she turned her body around. A firm, small ass with just enough curves, a smooth, toned body…what more could he want? The girl sits down on the computer chair and repositions the camera to show her body, but still not her face. Kyle hoped to get a look, but he was more fixated on the pussy for now.

KyleDriver: omg what a body baby…unbelievable

MaybeImAmazed: I want you soo bad.

The girl begins to rub on her pussy as Kyle strokes his cock, the two just in sync with one another. She takes the dildo and licks it again, slowly sliding it in herself as she tickles her clit. Kyle gets his bottle of lube and moistens it, stroking his fully extended cock as he stifles his moans. At one point, the girl takes her cam and zooms it in further, giving Kyle the most up close view of a pussy he’s ever seen. That was enough for him…with a few more powerful strokes, he shoots a waterfall of cum as powerful as he ever has all over his body, even up to his chin and shoulder before the cum trickles down his body, pooling at the base of his cock. Watching that display clearly sends her into a tizzy, as she begins to fuck herself harder with the dildo, pulsing her body and writhing in pleasure from her own orgasm.

KyleDriver: that was the best orgasm ive ever had

KyleDriver: you Kadıköy Escort ok?

MaybeImAmazed: yeehh…omg

KyleDriver: That was amazing

MaybeImAmazed: ooh yes we have to do that more often

KyleDriver: Its a date.

The two said their pleasantries, promised to do that again very soon, and signed off. Kyle still was exhilarated by it. Even though it was online, even though he’d received an actual blowjob before, this was by far the best sexual contact he’d ever had with another. In one way, it satisfied him like nothing ever had, but in another, it left him hungry for more.

The next day, he moved through his other four classes; the school features 4 classes one day and a different 4 another, and alternates. No Morgan today, which was a bummer, but Kyle didn’t really mind. He was focused on the webcam girl and wanted to race home to see if she’d get online. He ate dinner that night voraciously just to get to his computer faster. His parents asked him if he wanted to get ice cream with them, and he declined, even though he really did want some. He waited and waited…and waited and waited…and she never came online. He chatted with a few other girls but he just resented them for not being who he was looking for. His cock was throbbing while waiting but he never masturbated, he needed her. He went to bed pent up, not able to find her who pleased him so much.

He woke up a little less excited today, bummed about his missed encounter. After his first class, he remembered he at least got to see Morgan. That would be nice. On the way to class, Kyle spots his former crush Tiffany making out with some new guy down the hall. He decides to go a different way to his class to avoid that uncomfortable moment. As he’s approaching the stairs, he sees her, now separated from her lip wrestling partner. He tries to avoid eye contact with her, but she spots him and says hi. Sensing his uneasiness, she says “hey, what, are you mad at me?”

“N..no no. Sorry I just have a lot on my mind. How are you?” Kyle replies.

“I’m great.” she says matter-of-factly, as if to rub it in his face.

“That’s good Tiff, I just was…” Kyle started before Tiffany interrupted.

“Amber! Hey babe!” Tiffany exclaimed as she ran after her friend. Kyle was perturbed but had no reaction. His face was flushed, and he only wanted to finish this day. He sat down in class, almost forgetting about Morgan being there. Today, he almost didn’t want her to be, he was in no mood to act the part. Sure enough, when he entered the class, she was there. He sits two seats behind her as always, just out of chance. The guy in front of Kyle wasn’t there though, as the class started.

It’s a good thing Morgan was there after all, the class was boring. The teacher came in and sipped on her coffee mug in between long diatribes about the New Deal. Halfway through the class, the teacher changed things up.

“Okay, I can tell you’re all loving these lectures, but lets change things up a bit. I want to break you into groups and let you do the research. You’ll work in rows here, and I’ll assign you each a specific section.”

Kyle quickly realized that with the absent boy, he and Morgan were the only ones in their own row. He looked ahead and waited to see what would happen as the students begrudgingly converged. Finally Morgan stood with her backpack and moved back a seat. Kyle began a cacophony of thoughts, was she being shy? Did she not want to work with him? Did he do something? She half-smiled at him and showed him the paper.

“Umm. Okay, the Civilian Conservation Corps is ours,” Morgan said.

“…oh, Oh! Okay…sure no problem,” Kyle finally responded. That smile, was she into him? Was she just humoring him? What was going on? Why couldn’t she be more direct…like…the cam girl. Ahh, but this is real life, Kyle thought. “So..uhh…it was started in 1933…” Kyle began as the two worked on the information together. Time passed slowly as they did, and Kyle overanalyzed every move that she made. Sometime later, she looked up at him.

“So, I think we’re done then. I think we’re the first ones to finish,” Morgan stated.

“Thanks to you,” Kyle said.

“Heh, I don’t know about that,” Morgan replied, “you’re pretty good at this.”

The teacher chimed in right after that, saying “alright class, that’s enough for today, you can finish up next time.” Morgan gathered her books, as did Kyle, who was taking his time.

“So…” Kyle began, “weekend coming up, you have any plans?” Morgan coyly smiled, the shy girl brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, I have a few things I want to do, but it depends,” Morgan said as she walked out of the room side by side with Kyle.

“Depends on what?” Kyle asked. Morgan didn’t answer right away, but walked down an old hallway of the school rarely used anymore. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Kyle had no idea why, but he wasn’t about to ask. He was just thinking about her soft hands as she led him into an empty classroom and…mmmphh…she Bostancı Escort kisses him and presses him against the wall hard, savoring his lips. Kyle is speechless after the kiss, so she speaks first.

“Depends on what my Kyle Driver is doing,” Morgan stated, biting her lip. Kyle’s face immediately turned to surprise.

“You’re a…you…Maybe I’m..” Kyle says.

“Amazed?” Morgan responds, smirking at him. “Yes…I have had my eye on you for a long time…I like you. I…hope you like me.”

“Are you kidding?” Kyle grabs her and kisses her again deeply, wrapping his arms around her.

“Lets get out of here,” Morgan suggests.

“What, just leave altogether?”

“Yeah…lets go to my house.” Morgan grabs his hand again, leading him out the back exit and to her car. “I live close.”

“Will we get in trouble?” Kyle asked.

Morgan walks up to her driver’s side door, opens it, and looks right at him. “I hope so.” Kyle gets in the car and has trouble coming up with words. Morgan quickly drives off the lot, heading into the residential area neighboring the school.

“How did you know that was me online?” Kyle asked.

Morgan makes a wide left turn into her driveway and parks. “I didn’t at first,” Morgan explains. “but when you gave me your e-mail address I googled it and there you were. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.” Morgan gets out of the car, looks Kyle’s way and smiles. She leads him up to the front door and unlocks it. They enter the house, and Morgan tells Kyle to wait there. She walks in and throws her backpack over the couch. She walks down the hallway, shouting for potential family members. There’s no answer, and she comes back out to the front door, where Kyle was patiently waiting.

“So, uhh, all clear?” Kyle asks. Morgan walks up to him and kisses him deeply, running her hands down his body.

“Mhmm. Come with me.” Morgan grabs his hand yet again, leading him back to her room. She locks the door behind him, and grabs his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. “Nothing I haven’t seen, right?” She says, winking at him. She kisses his shoulder and pecs as he runs his hands through her hair, still in relative shock over the situation that has unfolded today. That amazing body was Morgan’s, those pert breasts, the smooth skin…oh, the smooth little pussy…all in front of him. “Mmmm…I want you Kyle,” Morgan chirps, snapping Kyle back into the moment. She kisses his lips deeply and unzips his pants, moaning deep.

She reaches into his pants and fishes for his cock, meanwhile Kyle begins to feel he can unleash his passion. He tugs on her shirt and kisses and sucks on her neck, eliciting moans as she finds his throbbing member. She squeezes his rock hard cock and he moans back, in pure heaven. She smirks at him and sinks to her knees. Kyle’s heart jumps to his throat as he knows what is coming.

Morgan licks the tip of his cock, seeing it jump and twitch. She unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. Her eagerness turning him on even more, he looks down and plays with her hair as she licks his shaft, looking up in his eyes. She bends his cock up to his bellybutton and licks at the base, moving to each one of his balls and licking, taking them in her mouth and lightly sucking. “Ohh baby…mmm,” Kyle moans, as the warm and wet feel of her mouth get him worked up.

She licks the tip again, and looking up into his eyes, takes the shaft into her mouth, going deep down to his balls. Kyle moans so loud it startles him, but Morgan just giggles and moves her head up and down on his cock. She begins to suck on it, feeling his cock pulse in her mouth. Just then, she pulls back and peels off her shirt and unhooks her bra, revealing her supple breasts. They’re bigger in person than they seemed, Kyle thinks, and he stares down at her firm breasts. He almost forgets about the blowjob until she inhales his dick once again, rubbing her right breast and squeezing her own nipple as she sucks him down.

He stares down his body at the lovely girl with his cock in her mouth as she sucks harder and faster now. He feels like if he allowed himself to, he could cum at any time. He brushes her cheek and says “baby, stand up.” He wasn’t ready to cum yet, he wanted to experience more of her. He kissed her deeply and moved his hands to her pants. She gasps as he unbuttons her pants and unzips them, kneeling down and sliding them off. Kneeled on the ground, he’s inches away from her smooth thighs and just a bit further up, her shaved pussy. He begins kissing her legs and she giggles, then walks over to the bed and sits down.

Smirking, Morgan gives him a come hither signal, and Kyle begins walking over. “Ahh ahh, no boxers,” Morgan states. Kyle smiles and removes his boxers and socks, standing there naked in front of this sexy young girl. He walks over to Morgan, who is now only in her cute pink panties, sitting on the edge of her bed. He kisses her deeply while rubbing her thighs, and he kisses down her body. He caresses her breasts as he’s been longing to do, softly nibbling her nipples. Morgan’s face becomes flushed as she moans; her nipples have been sensitive as long as she can remember. Kyle spends a few minutes kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her breasts before moving down past her tummy, her hips, and down to her thighs.

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It was the first weekend back at University after the Christmas break. The new semester had begun mid-week, so there really wasn’t much studying yet and the week had a bit of frosh week feel. There were welcome back events going most of the week and on the Friday me and some friends went to a dance hosted by one of the student dorms.

The dance was held at the campus cafeteria and for the most part it was a pretty lame event. There was hardly anyone there when we arrived and it never got much better. Being university aged guys, the key mission on any given night was to try to meet girls and this event didn’t seem to offer much promise.

There was one girl there that knew I could pick up, but it wouldn’t have been a good idea. We had hooked up a few times the previous semester and it was clear that we didn’t have the same understanding on what those hook-ups meant. Her name was Lisa, and while she was fun I just wasn’t interested in a steady relationship, or at least not one with her. When my cock called the shots, I was particularly charmed by her willingness to sleep with me, but her growing tendency to see our pairings as a budding relationship was a problem.

I tried sending her the same signals that girls often effectively sent to me when they weren’t interested. I tried not returning calls and I tried to ditch her whenever she managed to track me down. I guess there’s one critical element of their dissuasion that I kept leaving out: Every so often I still slept with her.

When she started introducing me as her boyfriend though, I realized that I’d have to do something more drastic to end things. I’d never dumped anyone before, but over the holidays I’d come to the conclusion that I’d have to let her know that we were breaking up. I felt bad about having to it, but I was also a little annoyed to be put in this position by a girl who I never really considered my girlfriend.

Eventually she came over to join me and my friends at the dance. She was friendly as always, but I tried to give her a cool reception which went completely unnoticed. In exclusionary tones I talked about how my friends and I were probably going to leave and go somewhere else.

Undiscouraged, she’d responded with inclusive remarks like, “Where are we going to go?” and “When are we leaving?”

Not wanting to deal with an evening ending break up on a night out, I figured I’d just bide my time. In the meantime I took Lisa’s arrival as my cue to head downstairs and use the washroom as at least a short term escape.

As I headed down the lower hallway towards the washrooms, I noticed a cute girl that I didn’t recognize heading back the other way.

After a few drinks I can be a little bold and I held out my hand as she was about to pass and said, “Hi! Sorry, but I just wanted to say hello.”

“Hi,” she said back with a slight hint of misgivings.

Without much more thought I said, “You’re just so cute I had to stop and say hi.”

While my approach was hardy original or clever, like so much in life, rewards don’t go looking for the most deserving. She did stop to talk and for the most part I continued with my complimentary assault. Though at first she seemed a little wary of my routine, I felt a promising seed had been planted. One question in my mind was whether or not she would be staying around at this dance. Since my friends and I were thinking of leaving I was wondering if it was time to reevaluate our plans.

“Are you going to be sticking around here very long?” I asked.

“I think so,” she replied. “I’m actually just here visiting, but as far as I know this is it for the night.”

We’d actually spent a fair amount a time talking and eventually realizing I didn’t want her to feel trapped by the washrooms with me I said, “Maybe I should let you get back upstairs to your friends.”

“I think you’re probably right,” she agreed.

“Hopefully we’ll bump into each other again upstairs and talk a bit more.”

“Sure, that sounds good,” she agreed.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Tori,” she said, smiling back as she walked away.

I did see her upstairs, but we never really got around to talking up there. We didn’t speak again until I bumped into her on another trip to the washroom. By this time I was a little drunker and ready to be even more forward. I invited her to leave with me and go back to my place.

“Sorry, I can’t,” she said.

Undeterred, I painted a suggestive picture designed to show her how much I wanted her and how much she would enjoy the night.

She was firm though, tonight would be impossible. Then she added, “There’s a party tomorrow that I’m going to. I just can’t tonight, but if you want to meet up at the party, maybe then we could see about making plans.”

“That sounds great, but I still want you tonight too,” I said.

“I just can’t tonight, but I’ll be at a party tomorrow. It’s on Emerson.”

“Emerson!” I said. “My friends on Emerson are having a party tomorrow too. I bet we’re going Maltepe Escort to the same place.”

“What’s your fiend’s name?” she asked.

“Pete,” I told her.

“He’s one of my brother’s roommates,” she said. “That’s why I can’t go with you tonight. I don’t want my brother to know. I’m staying at his place tonight, but since so many people might be crashing there tomorrow, I’ll be staying with a couple of his friends.”

“So you must be Dan’s little sister. Hmmm, if you don’t want him to know, don’t you think he’ll find out if you don’t actually stay with his friends?” I pondered.

“Don’t worry, I think it will alright. I think they know you, I’m supposed to be staying with Annie and Steph and they said they would cover for me.”

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I knew them both and I was wondering what sort of plan Tori had been making with them. “Interesting,” I commented. Then with a smile I asked, “Do they know what you might be up to instead?”

“They might have an idea,” she commented with a smile of her own.

“Uh-oh!” I said with trepidation.

“Don’t worry, they didn’t say anything bad and now I know your name too.”

“Really!” I said with surprise. “What did they say?”

“I can’t tell you that,” she teased.

I pressed for more information, but Tori wouldn’t say anymore.

After I got back upstairs my friends and I left for the school bar. Other than being tracked down by the girl I’d been ‘seeing’ there wasn’t much more to the night.

The next night at the party Tori looked great. She looked even better than the night before, but I might have been influence by the knowledge of what we’d be doing later. Despite our plans though, we didn’t really spend all that much time together at the party. We’d bump into each other intermittently over the night, briefly talk and flirt about our plans for later, but not much more. It was all part of what was our growing secret.

I did manage to learn that Tori just started CEGEP back in Montreal. CEGEP is a junior college system unique to the Province of Quebec that follows high school. Under this system, high school in Quebec finishes at least a year earlier than most other jurisdictions, which meant that Tori could have been as young as seventeen. At first Tori wouldn’t tell me her age either, but I finally got it out of her that she had just turned eighteen the month before. While what makes for a significant age difference in love seems to expand with age, in my early twenties a four years would have seemed a huge gap. Of course when it comes to lust, acceptable age differences are much more elastic at all stages of life.

Meanwhile, the girl that I’d been seeing was also at the party and I knew that I’d have to deal with her if I was going to take Tori back to my place.

The moment came when she introduced me once again as her boyfriend. It was the catalyst I needed to ask her outside for a definitive talk.

I used all the clichés that sounded so empty when I’d heard them directed towards me: ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’; ‘I just like you more as a friend.’; and ‘I just don’t think we’re looking for the same thing.’

With the deed finally done, I was looking forward to release from the stress of having to execute a breakup. The only problem was that the more the night wore on, the guiltier I felt. I was feeling more and more like a shit for dumping a nice, though somewhat clueless girl, so I could secretly screw a friend’s little sister.

This wouldn’t be the first time I did something shitty to Dan either. Once my friend Pete and I were back at their place having a few beers after the bar closed, when Dan and few others came back to the house too. One of the people with Dan was a girl I’d been with before who just happened to be one of the best fucks I’d ever had. No sooner had she sat beside me, than we were talking about going back to my place.

It turned out Dan considered her to be his girlfriend and he was pretty upset. When she and I were back at my place, she told me that not only had she and Dan never been together, but she didn’t even realize that he was interested in her.

In retrospect, I’d say Dan had an even more expansive view of what constituted a relationship than the girl that I had just dumped. Still it became a point of friction that took some time to smooth over.

I’m generally a pretty happy drunk, but between the guilt of dumping the girl I’d been seeing and the trepidation of upsetting Dan if he found out I’d despoiled his little sister, I began feeling a little morose about my plans.

I was out back having a cigarette and a bit of an internal debate with myself when Tori found me and wrapped her arms around me.

“So when do you want to go?” she asked.

By then my guilt had built and to the surprise of us both I said, “Tori, I don’t think I can do it.”

“What?” she asked incredulously.

“Look, I’m just feeling too shitty,” I said. “I know you didn’t know this, but I just broke up with someone tonight and Anadolu Yakası Escort your brother’s a friend. I don’t think I want to do this behind his back.”

Tori was more upset than I thought she would be. In fact, the girl I broke up with earlier in the night had taken things better. Tori was young and her reaction was really underscoring the fact. It was almost like a tantrum. It was as if I was making her go to bed before she wanted to when actually the opposite was true: I wasn’t trying to make her go to bed at all.

“I’m really sorry, Tori. Your brother’s a nice guy and he’s already mad at me for stealing a girl he liked. I hang out here a lot and I don’t want things to awkward with him.”

“I don’t care about Dan,” she pouted. “I can do what I want!”

“That’s fine” I said, “but I care and I don’t want to upset him.”

“I promise!” she said. “He’ll never find out. Please, I’ll do anything you want!”

This last comment made my dick twitch and in offset my resolve began to soften. Her desperation seemed a little unhinged and I found that I liked it.

“You’ll do anything?” I asked as I wavered.

“Yes! Please, please,” she pleaded.

There was a school playground across the street, I pointing to it and asked, “Would you like to show me? We could go over there so you could suck my cock.”

“Alright,” she said. Then she added, “After, will we go to your place?”

“If we go to my place, you promise that you’ll do whatever I want, right?” I asked to confirm.

“I will,” She said.

“No matter what it is I want to do you’re going to do it?”

“Yes!”

“You say that now, but what if I ask you to do something you don’t want to do? Are going to keep your promise?”

“Yes,” She said again.

I pulled her hand to my growing bulge and said, “Make your promise of what I can do to you.”

“You can fuck me and I’ll suck your cock…”

Interrupting I said, “I know that! Is there anything I can’t do?”

“No, there’s nothing you can’t do,” she pledged. “I promise to do whatever you want.”

Since we didn’t want to be spotted together I pointed across the street to the school yard, to where the school fence turned behind some trees. “See where the fence turns?” I asked. “I’ll be right around the corner over there.”

Then giving Tori the night’s first set of instructions I told her to go back in the house for a few minutes and then to follow me over.

I lit a cigarette while I waited and kept watch between the trees for her. Tori didn’t wait long at house. I saw her tits bounce in her loose fitting shirt as she bounded down the steps from the back door. Before I lost sight of her along the fence line, I could see her arranging her clothes and her hair as she walked. Like anyone full with anticipation, she wanted to look her best. I though she looked amazingly hot.

Tori was about 5’4″ with thick brown hair, fair skin and big happy looking brown eyes. Her body was deliciously ample without being fat in the way only a teenage girl can manage. She had grown shapely, but carried the softening remnants of baby fat. She had the look that begins when a girl reaches the end of her physical development, but the right to vote and an adult metabolism had yet to have been consummated. She had on faded jeans and a loose fitting gray sweater that served to display the round fullness of her breasts. I could barely wait to have her.

As Tori walked around the corner I began to make myself comfortable leaning back against the fence. Holding the cigarette between my lips to free my hands, I undid my belt and pulled down zipper to give Tori free access. She smiled as she approached, but she was also looking a little nervous.

Eyeing the head of my cock sticking out the top of my underwear she asked, “So what do you want me to do?”

Not answering I pulled Tori toward me. I pressed her body against mine, leaving her face nowhere to go but up to mine. With the exposed head of cock sticking against the middle of her stomach we kissed for the first time. It would be a night of first for Tori, in fact more firsts for her than I’d yet realized.

As we kissed I moved my cigarette to the hand behind Tori’s back and used my free hand to guide her hand to my cock. Tori took hold and she tucked her head down into my chest for a better view. She let out a little squeak that I took for anticipation before looking back up to me.

“I think it’s time for you to get to work,” I said.

“I’m ready,” she told me and with the guiding push of my hand Lori began to lower herself down in to her knees.

Tori slowly stroked the length of my cock from the tip right down to the base of the shaft. Her face looked to be in deep study, fixated as her hand methodically squeezed and stroked my cock. When she pushed her hand tight against the base of my cock she would hold it there tight, staring at the clear dabs of per-cum that oozed from its eye.

“Lick it off,” I told her.

Obeying, Ümraniye Escort Tori bent my straining cock down level to her face, leaned in and ran her tongue over the very tip. She gathered the building mass of fluid across her taste buds, before it dripped away. Then as she pulled back a string of my juice quickly starched from her lips back to my cock. When it snapped apart Tori had a little giggle and sheepishly wiped her chin.

“Taste good?” I asked.

“Um-hmm,” she cooed.

“Good,” I said reassuringly. Then I took one more drag of my cigarette before flicking it away and guided Tori’s head back towards my cock. Tori’s mouth opened and the head of my cock slide in, wrapped by her soft lips.

Tori didn’t resist my hand on her head, guiding her mouth back and forth along my shaft. She would choke a bit from time to time when my cock plunged too deep, but she never pulled away. A few times after gagging though, I’d feel Tori’s teeth on my cock. Her mouth would involuntarily close with her teeth impeding my next thrust into her throat.

I don’t like to complain about things when I’m having my cock sucked, because even a bad blow job is still pretty good. The only exception might be an excessively toothy blow job. I wouldn’t say that Tori’s occasional bites would have crossed that threshold though, especially considering they appeared triggered by my indiscriminate thrusts into the back of her throat. Still I felt because of the promise Tori had made that I didn’t really have any obligation to show restraint and I also had more licence than usual to direct her efforts.

“Careful with your teeth,” I said. “No biting.”

At which point Tori pulled away from my cock, brought her hands to her face and in a weak voice said, “Sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

I hadn’t realized, since she seemed so determined to hook up. “Don’t worry you’re doing great, it’s just that penises are sensitive to teeth,” I reassured her. “Later you can bite me anywhere else, no problem.”

Again I grabbed the back of Tori’s head and positioned it so she’d know it was time to get back to work. Moving her hands from her face she looked at the cock and for a moment looking a little lost she raised her eyes to mine.

Looking back down I reassured her, “Get used to it Tori, this just the start for you tonight.”

Then holding her head I pushed my cock against her face. Maybe she’d never sucked a cock before, but that didn’t mean that I should leave her with any continuing deficiencies. I wanted her to feel the touch of my cock all over her face. Then I told her, “Try sucking my balls.”

Dutifully Tori reached up with a hand to steady them and started licking. I slowly stroked my cock while Tori ran her tongue over my sack. She gave my scrotum gentle kisses before taking turns enveloping each of my balls.

Noticing that Tori was getting a little uncomfortable on her knees I suggested we relocate to the steps leading up to the school’s back door. As I walk to the stairs I said to Tori, “So are you ready to swallow cum tonight too?”

“Yes, I want to try that too.” If Tori ever seemed like she’d had a moment of doubt, it had passed.

I sat down, reclining back while Tori sat a couple of steps below, leaning in to suck my cock. I wriggled my pants down a little further to help give her better access. This time I sat back to see what Tori could do on her own and I found that I really liked the way she made me feel. She gave a really sloppy blow job and her saliva was running all over my cock. It might have been unseasonably warm for January, but it was still crisp and her mouth was making my exposed skin feel warm. Tori couldn’t take me too deep, but for a novice she had me really enjoying the feel of her hot wet mouth. When she’d release my cock to lick my balls I could see the steam rising off my cock into the cool air.

When I was in university it seemed that I was always drunk when I had sex and it was no different with Tori. When drunk, I pretty much found that no matter how good the blow job was, I either had to fuck a girl’s mouth or jerk off to cum. Most often it was a combination of both that got me off. As much as I was turned on watching this first time teen work on my cock, I knew that she wouldn’t be able to get me off without my help either. When I couldn’t take putting off the sight of my cum in her mouth any longer I said to her, “I want you to sit up here, so I can fuck your mouth.”

“Alright,” Tori answered as she absently wiped a bit of blow job drool from her mouth.

Tori moved up on the top steps and I moved down to stand a step below her. Tori was short enough that this was the perfect height to line up my cock with her mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands I pushed my cock into her mouth and slowly started fucking her. I tried not to drive past her comfort depth too often, but it’s not something that can be completely resisted.

Tori was a good girl too, because while she choked and would feebly push back against my hips, she never bit me again.

Finally with Tori’s eyes watering I was getting close. I pulled out and started jerking off in her face.

“Have you ever watched a guy jerk off before?” I grunted.

“No, not really,” Tori whispered as she caught her breath.

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Some personal details (names, etc) have been changed at the discretion of the author to protect those involved.

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At the ripe old age of eighteen, I never realized how naive I was. That is until I met Mr. Antonio.

Oh, it all started out so innocently. My mother became best friends with his wife and worked for the well-known Antonio family in their establishments. It wasn’t long before I was asked to watch Mr. Antonio’s young son, Ben. Soon, it seemed, we were part of the family. What a powerful family it was. When you were ‘in’ with the Antonio family, you were protected.

Mr. and Mrs. Antonio spent many hours in their numerous restaurants and bars, so I would end up watching Ben pretty late. At the time, I didn’t have a vehicle, so one of Ben’s parents would kindly drive me home.

As I said, it all started out innocently. When Mr. Antonio drove me home, he would tell me stories to make me laugh. That in itself was extremely gratifying. I absolutely loved being made to laugh. In his mid-thirties, Mr. Antonio was your typical tall, dark, and handsome Italian man and, I will admit, I was very much in awe of him.

I never thought anything of our long drives back to my house, I just enjoyed the time I spent with him. They say hindsight is 20/20, and I suppose that must be true, because looking back, I can see how our drives subtly changed. During our conversations, he would casually touch my hand.. my arm.. my knee. Having known the family for so long, I didn’t think anything of it when his touch would linger.. when his fingers would softly rub across my skin.

Soon enough, I was thinking something of it.

The first time he touched my bare thigh, I was a wee bit startled. When I climbed into his low-riding sports car, my skirt slid up a little high on my legs, exposing skin that rarely saw the light Anadolu Yakası Escort of day, except when I wore a bathing suit. After shifting gears, he casually placed his hand on my bare leg, slowly rubbing his fingers across my skin. “Your skin is so soft, Shi.”

“Um…Thanks, Mr. Antonio..?” I managed to squeak out. My mind was racing. This was uncharted territory for me. My eyes shifted to his face…his eyes were still on the road. Maybe he had forgotten where his hand rested…? His fingers started to move again, even as he continued telling me about his day. His hand firmly squeezed the inside of my thigh. Well, then… I guess he hadn’t forgotten where his hand was.

His touch was causing my flesh to tingle and I could hear my heart pounding. I took several deep breaths, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

His hand gently, but firmly, pulled my knees farther apart, then continued sliding to the top of my inner thigh, touching the edge of my panties. My suddenly damp panties. Oh, God, what if he noticed?

“I can smell your arousal, Shi. You can’t hide that from me.”

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. He had noticed. What was I supposed to do? My thighs clamped together, trapping his hand between them.

His fingers grasped my puss firmly, almost painfully. “Open your legs. Now.”

I did the only thing I could do. I opened my legs.

“That’s my good girl.” His fingers rubbed my clit through my panties. “That feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

I bit my lip as I glanced over at him through my lashes, not knowing how to answer him.

His fingers squeezed my tender flesh again. “Doesn’t it.” This time it wasn’t a question.

“Yes, sir.” I whispered. It was true. I liked what he was doing to me.

“Good.” Suddenly, he pulled the car off the road. Looking around, I saw we were at Tryst Falls Park (a very appropriate name, I can tell you). Kadıköy Escort Having parked, he turned towards me. “Have you ever been kissed, Shi?”

I shook my head ‘no’.. thought about it.. then nodded ‘yes’.

“Who did you kiss?”

“Jason.”

“My half-brother? Just kissed, right?” I nodded vigorously. He looked slightly triumphant. His other hand grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He nuzzled his face against my long auburn hair and inhaled. “You smell so sweet, Shi. My half-brother’s too young. I know he’s close to your age, but I can show you so much more than he ever will. I’m going to kiss you now.”

He wasn’t asking permission, but I nodded anyway. His mouth followed a trail from my ear to my waiting lips. This wasn’t the slightly innocent kiss I had shared with his brother. This one took my breath away. It was forceful. Powerful. Dominant. It made my thighs clasp around his hand again. The pressure of his fingers felt so good against my sensitive clit.

His mouth continued to ravage mine. His hand that had been grasping my neck grabbed my hand and pulled it into his lap. “Touch me.” he whispered.

My hand shyly rubbed the ridge of his erection through his slacks. Breaking the kiss and reclining back in his seat, he quickly unfastened his pants and released his cock. Again taking hold of my hand, he wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft, showing me how he liked to be touched. His other hand continued its movements against my puss, fingers sliding under the edge of my panties. “You’re so wet, baby girl.” One finger slid slightly inside me. “Put your mouth on my cock.”

My eyes flew to his face then down to the cock I held in my hand. “My mouth?”

“Put your lips around my cock, baby girl. Now.”

Leaning over, avoiding the stick shift, I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and slowly took the head inside. Ataşehir Escort I didn’t know what to do, so I waited for further instructions. “Take it as deep as you can, baby. Move your tongue around, just be careful with your teeth.”

His hand grasped me by the back of my neck again, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little, but continued to maneuver my tongue as he had instructed. His hand guided my head up and down. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it. Your mouth feels so good. Take it. Make me cum. Moan for me, baby girl.”

I moaned deep in my throat. He thrust his hips up towards me as his thumb rubbed my clit faster. Something was building inside me. One finger slipped inside my puss. He rubbed against a spot that made me want something more. Then suddenly, it was there. What felt like a small explosion inside me. I moaned even more against his cock. “That’s it. Oh, yeah, I’m coming. Swallow it down, baby.”

I felt his cock throb inside my mouth and then his cum at the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still slipped out of my mouth, running down my chin. His cock slipped out of my mouth. Reaching into the console, he handed me a napkin and I cleaned myself up. I seriously couldn’t believe what had just happened. What had just happened?

He put his seat upright and refastened his slacks. “That was very good. You’re a very fast learner.”

“Thank you, Mr. Antonio.” I looked down and straightened my skirt.

He started the car and pulled back onto the road. He continued the story he had been telling me before our little detour and we arrived at my house quickly. In the driveway, he put the car in park and turned towards me, looking straight into my eyes. “This cannot get out, Shianne. Is that understood? This has to stay between you and me. No one can know. Ever.”

“Yes, sir.” My eyes left his. I grabbed the handle on the door. “Um…thank you for the ride, Mr. Antonio.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shi.”

And I did. From that day until my mom and I moved out of that town, every time Mr. Antonio drove me home, I was allowed to suck his cock. I never did tell anyone about this….

Until now.

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Exactly one week later I got another phone call from Rina. “You come. Fix. “was all she said.

“Listen you crazy bitch,” I began

“You come. Fix” she repeated. And then she hung up.

“She’s fucking’ nuts if she thinks I’m going back over there for a repeat performance of last week.” I thought to my self.

But as I drove around I got to thinking about Benji’s big hard cock and what a total sissy cocksucking fag I had become. After all isn’t it the duty of a sissy to take care of any and all sexual requests from his master. And make no mistakes about it Benji had become my master. All he had to do was grab his crotch and I was instantly on my knees reaching out to unzip his pants, knowing that I would not get up until Benji’s load of cum was safe in my stomach.

Needless to say, I went back to the motel and it was pretty much a repeat performance of the previous week. About the only differences were that Benji fucked me for a little longer period of time and this time my little clitty got hard. And, oh yeah, this time Benji reached down and untied the string about half way through the session. I didn’t even try to get up and leave.

Let me say right here that in my cocksucking episodes with Benji, my little clitty was always hard. Benji would always leave me with a hard clitty and the taste of his cum in my mouth. Any relief I got I would have to take care of myself, later. One time, after Benji face fucked me, I pulled my little thing out and started to jerk on it. Benji got mad as hell and started yelling at me to stop. He made me get up and leave. Getting ass fucked took some time to get used to.

Now while I’m on the subject of relief, let me take a minute to explain my position on my own chastity and denial.

I can only jack-off when it involves Benji. He has to be the object of my desire. If I am only thinking of him but can’t Kadıköy Escort see him then I can jack my self off. But only by holding onto my nuts. Never by holding my little clitty. And only left handed. I managed to do this one time, years ago before I knew Benji. So I know it’s possible to do this but that time was right handed.

So far, I have not managed this feat left handed.

Next, I can jack my little thing with my left hand if I am looking at a picture of Benji. Fortunately I did manage to get picture of Benji one day when I took my camera with me to the motel. I was able to get a picture of him through the back window of my truck when he wasn’t looking

Next I can jack-off all I want if I can see Benji in person. Unfortunately Benji doesn’t give a thought to my sexual state of mind. So the chances of that happening are pretty slim. I did drive by the motel one day and stopped out on the side of the service road to see if I could get a glimpse of him. I saw him briefly coming in and out of rooms as he did his housekeeping routines. I pulled my little clitty out of my jeans and panties and tried to get myself off. Unfortunately the glimpses of him were not long enough for me to achieve an orgasm. As long as I could see him I could jack. But when he went back into a room I would have to stop.

So really all I have is a picture of Benji to which I can climax.

So, with all that in mind it is easy to see how I found my self half kneeling, half lying across the bed in Benji’s bed room the next three Thursdays, getting my ass pounded and my knees rubbed raw.

I did wise up though. I have started to work on my ass with my dildo and I always take care to insert my butt plug on Wednesday night before I go to bed. I stop at a convenient rest room to remove it when I get Rina’s call on Thursday afternoon.

Rina doesn’t even involve Ataşehir Escort herself any more since I no longer scream. Her only contribution is the familiar “You come. Fix.”

I thought that I had every thing under control when two weeks ago I got the “You come. Fix.” phone call.

Since I now tend to keep my Thursday afternoons open, it was only a short time before I was pulling into the parking lot of the motel. As I walked up to the door of Benji’s and Rina’s apartment, the door opened and Rina beckoned me in. I entered and immediately followed Rina back to the bedroom. I had a surprise for them. As I began stripping my clothes off, I watched closely at the looks that came over their faces as it became apparent that I now had on a matching black bra and panty set. Moreover, on Wednesday night I had carefully shaved my legs and pubic area. Rina and Benji looked at each other and gave each other a sly smile. Then Rina motioned for me to remove my panties. After I did so, she produced another string and over my protests that it was unnecessary, she proceeded to tie me to the bed rail by my testicles again. Rina left the room at that point, leaving only bra clad me and fully naked Benji.

Benji then greased up his big cock and proceeded to guide it up my backside. Just as he hit bottom Benji said something and the bathroom door opened up. There was the motel manager, naked as a newborn, holding a digital camera. He began snapping pictures as Benji hammered away at my fuck hole. I guess he took around thirty to forty pictures of me and Benji from all angles. He steadfastly ignored all of my protestations. After getting all of the pictures he wanted, he then called out to Rina who then came back to the closed bedroom door and opened it wide enough to stick her hand through the door. The manager then put the camera in Rina’s hand and the door closed.

The Maltepe Escort manager then came around to the other side of the bed and lay down on it on his left side with his crotch right next to my face. That’s when I got a good look at his equipment.

Although he is a taller and stockier built man than Benji, his cock is just as big as Benji’s.

He began rubbing it on my face and around my lips and before too long my lips parted and that cock was knocking on the back my throat. I began licking and sucking on his hard cock as he tried to get it deeper into my mouth. I was resisting as best I could but Benji was not helping any at all.

Benji’s hard pounding of my backdoor pussy was causing my whole body to bounce back and forth.

I tried to resist, but they figured out what was happening and they were soon timing their thrusts so that both of them were going in at the same time. I had nowhere to go. The cock my mouth soon found its way down my throat and what a grand time he had with that. Yes I gagged and choked and couldn’t breathe. And I’m sure I turned purple in the face, but he would always withdraw enough to allow me to catch my breath and then he would go at me again. The one time I almost passed out was when he came down my throat. He was so far down my throat that his pubic hair was tickling my nose. As he came for what seemed like hours but was probably only about thirty seconds I could feel on my lips the loads of cum as they pulsed through his cock on their way to my belly.

He then pulled back just leaving the head of his big tool in my mouth. A small amount of cum continued to leak out of the hole into my mouth. I was still choking and didn’t notice it at first but as my thoughts became clear I soon was nursing at the little taste of cum that was dribbling onto my tongue. This was the first taste of cum I had in over six weeks and I was happy to get it.

You know what they say “Once a cum-slut, always a cum-slut.”

Benji, mean while continued to pound on my backside and as I nursed on the soft cock in my mouth, Benji, finally unloaded his nuts deep inside my bowels.

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