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Surrey, England

June 8th, 1997

James rang the doorbell with both trepidation and excitement. He had never been to Sarah’s house before, and this felt like an inexplicably significant milestone in their unusual relationship, even if his attendance here was due to the continued, if rather belated exploration of his fantasy list.

The last several months had been busy for both of them: Sarah had been promoted at school and now had an entire language department to struggle with, and James’ second year at university had proven to be a challenging one. Whenever possible, the couple had made every effort to see each other, and in going against her original suggestion of leaving casual sex out of their relationship, Sarah had signalled her growing appreciation of James’ company by initiating sex with almost every meeting. He wouldn’t quite go as far as calling her his ‘girlfriend’, but they were definitely part-time lovers, albeit ones that never seemed to end up back at her place – it was always in his flat at Uni, or in the back of her car, or even at his parent’s house; never hers. Perhaps as a consequence of all this love-making, the fantasy lists had fallen by the wayside as the two of them seemed quite content to fulfil their lustier leanings with each other. But during their most recent rendezvous back in Edinburgh, they had got excited about the concept again, and Sarah seemed keen to revisit James’ list. Tonight was to be the night.

James had been warned that this latest machination was particularly susceptible to the fates, and that he shouldn’t get his hopes up for same kind of “majestic” set-up (Sarah’s words, not his) that transpired in the Scottish strip club last year. James didn’t care – he was ordered to bring an overnight bag, and if any part of Sarah’s plan went wrong, he was sure he’d be able to negotiate some kind of compensation in Sarah’s bedroom.

Sarah’s house, a quaint yet expansive and expensive-looking bungalow, was not what James expected. It was one of only a handful of dwellings dotted liberally down a long and winding country lane. A farm was located nearby as well as several areas of outstanding natural beauty that attracted weekend ramblers and dog walkers. James had visited the area several times himself, completely unaware that his old French teacher lived nearby. He struggled to understand how a teacher’s salary could allow her to live in such rural luxury.

The front door opened, and the cheeky, smirking face of his naughty companion greeted him.

“Good evening young man. How are we today?”

“We are ok. Not bad at all,” came James’ reply. “Am I going to get any inkling of what you’re up to tonight?”

Sarah ushered James inside.

“Very soon you will, yes.”

James wiped his feet on the welcome mat and gawped at his surroundings – an exquisitely decorated reception area full of homely charm but undisguisably expensive.

“Wow,” said James. “So how much do French teachers make, these days?”

“My parents left it to me,” Sarah conceded with a smile. “One of the few benefits of being an only child – when they pop their clogs you get everything!”

It was delivered with obvious black humour, but James still felt bad.

“Sorry,” he offered.

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago,” the welcome reassurance. “Now, let me give you the tour.”

Sarah ferried him from room to room with the briefest of descriptions for each.

“Toilet: use this one for number twos. Lounge: feel free to raid my video collection, but don’t look for any hidden porn because there isn’t any. Kitchen: fridge is full, so help yourself. Bathroom: pretty self-explanatory. My bedroom: you’ll sleep here tonight if all goes according to plan – or even if it doesn’t, I suppose. Master bedroom: this is where guests stay if I’m not sleeping with them.”

“Why don’t you make this one your bedroom? It’s massive!”

“Because I like cosy rooms to sleep in and this one’s too big. Besides, this one has huge French windows that lead out into the garden. Which will be very useful for tonight.”

James smiled with anticipation.

“And what’s happening tonight?” he asked coyly.

“I’m going out. And you’re house-sitting.”

“Oh.”

Sarah let the disappointment on his face register for a few more seconds before letting out a trademark cackle. She held out a hand and led him through the French windows and into the warmth of the summer evening.

The garden was small but spectacular, protected all around by lush trees and thick bushes, the lawn was unkempt but ruggedly beautiful. It was like an oasis of grass in the middle of a forest. And right at the end, a modern but cute-looking outhouse towards which Sarah was excitedly dragging her young friend.

Inside was an intriguing set-up: a comfy chair faced the window, besides which was a mini fridge and a small table. And on the small table was a worn but expensive-looking pair of binoculars. James finally clocked the fantasy that Sarah was Pendik Escort trying to set up for him.

“Now, tonight I am meeting up with a very lovely friend who I haven’t been out with for ages. We’re going to go for a few drinks, catch up about old times, and she’s going to come back here slightly worse for wear and stay over for the night. And she is no doubt going to undress herself at some point, and due to a current lack of curtains in the guest bedroom, you are hopefully going to get a perfect view.”

James sat on the chair and noted the direct line of sight from his seat, through the window, to the back of Sarah’s house. He picked up the binoculars and realised with excitement not only that the apparatus gave him a generous magnification, but that the size of the French windows meant that hardly any of the guest room was obscured from his gaze. He could even make out the pattern on the bedroom pillows.

“By the time we get back it’ll be dark, and as long as you keep the light off in here she won’t be able to see you at all. Oh, and something else you might want to use to add to the experience.”

Sarah leaned down and flicked a switch somewhere. Suddenly James could hear the music that had been playing loudly inside the house. He looked down to where Sarah had been fiddling and saw a chunk of white plastic laced with LEDs sticking out of a socket.

“It’s a baby monitor. I’ve hidden the other one in the guest room so you can listen in.”

“Outstanding,” James complimented.

“Now you might not get to see anything for all I know, but I’ll try to engineer as many opportunities for you to perv over her as possible, okay?”

“Great.”

“I’ll call the house before we head home so you can set up in here. I’ll give you some spare keys as well. After you’ve had your fun you can head back into the house and spend the night with me. I’ll tell her you called in unexpectedly. Have you parked far enough down the road?”

“Yeah, nowhere near here.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to get ready. I’m meeting her in town. Taxi’s coming for me in an hour or so.”

Sarah led James back to the house and deposited him in the lounge with the TV remote control while she got ready. Sure enough, about an hour later there was a knock at the front door, and Sarah emerged from her bedroom in a cloud of perfume looking casual yet stunning in dark skinny jeans and a tight red cotton blouse that strained to contain her pneumatic bust. She greeted the taxi driver at the door before grabbing her bag and yelling a goodbye to James.

“Listen out for my call. Have a good evening and fingers crossed for later!”

A slam of the door, and James was finally alone.

He spent another hour watching TV before heading to the kitchen to make himself a ham sandwich. His growing excitement at his upcoming voyeurism was limiting his appetite somewhat, but he forced it down nonetheless before deciding to investigate Sarah’s house with more scrutiny. Although almost certainly an invasion of her privacy, James felt that his poking around would be in the spirit of Sarah’s mischievous endeavours. And so he started with her bedroom.

Still smelling sweetly from her preparations earlier, James was struck by how “girly” the room was. The pinks and soft toys seemed slightly at odds with her modern, forward-thinking attitude. The top of her chest of drawers contained items more reflective of the woman he knew: in amongst the standard white cotton panties were lacy French knickers, G-strings, and a massive blue dildo. James sniggered to himself as he ran his fingers up the textured shaft, and wondered how much use Sarah got out of it. Maybe he could ask her to use it on herself later? His cock began to harden at the thought.

A further rummage through her personal items turned up more fruity underwear, some sexy bras and, to James’ delight, a well worn and familiar set of handwritten notes folded twice into a tight square. Seeing his fantasy list for the first time in a year or so gave him a tingling sensation. As he unfolded the pages, he could see that Sarah had scrawled notes over them with red ink. Looking at the one fantasy Sarah had already fulfilled, James could see that they were ideas and suggestions – the notes next to ‘Fake Masseuse’ read:

‘Set up in outhouse? First aid room? Running club – Francesca, Emma, Martine?’

James’ eye darted to the bottom of the next page, and sure enough notes had been written next to the most pertinent fantasy:

‘Spy on a woman/women undressing and/or engaging in sexual activity:

‘Use guest room and outhouse? Karen, Michelle or Lucy? If Lucy, try seduction?’

That last note was intriguing, but James didn’t dare imagine what it might mean in case his expectations were over-inflated. Besides, he didn’t even know who Sarah would be bringing back home tonight.

It took all his willpower, but James decided it would be best if he resisted looking at Sarah’s notes for the so-far unfulfilled fantasies – Kurtköy Escort the surprise was part of the joy. He replaced the list, and the various pieces of lingerie he had been examining, and headed into the guest room.

It was a large and welcoming room, still well-lit despite the rapidly receding sunlight. James examined the contents if the room and was drawn to a full length mirror shoved up against the side of a wall. Knowing women’s penchant for assessing themselves when given the opportunity, James felt it could be repositioned so that if Sarah’s guest were to examine herself, she would be facing the French windows rather than turned away from them. He also took the bedside lamp and repositioned it on the dresser rather than the bedside table – James didn’t want his subject to be able to turn the lights out while buried under her bed sheets. It was while unplugging the lamp that James saw the baby monitor in a socket underneath the bed – unless someone wanted to return the lamp to its original position, no one would know it was there. James felt it was an acceptable risk – she was more likely to take a few steps out of bed to turn a light off than mess around with cables. Satisfied with his adjustments, James returned to the kitchen to get a beer.

It was around 10.00 when the phone rang. James was suddenly nervous about picking up someone else’s phone – what if it wasn’t Sarah? Thankfully, the voice on the end of the line was reassuringly familiar:

“Heading back soon,” Sarah whispered with more than a little inebriation. “Ordering a taxi now. Get in position. And don’t cum too many times – I want some attention later too.”

And with that, she hung up. James couldn’t be happier. Regardless of how much voyeurism in which he would be able to indulge, Sarah Parsons wanted him. And that made him feel good (and hard).

James made his way to the outhouse and settled into his seat, replacing his nearly spent beer with one from the mini-fridge. He had left the guest room light on and checked his view. The binoculars were outstanding, and the difference between looking into the well-lit room at night compared to earlier in the day was staggering. James really could see everything.

About 20 minutes passed before James noticed any activity. Another light went on in the house – they were home! James suddenly realised that there was no sound! He reached down and switched on the baby monitor. Predictably he only heard white noise – the range of the microphone meant that he’d only be able to hear chatter in and around the guest room. He didn’t have to wait long. Within seconds the door burst open and a duet of naughty giggles filled James’ ears.

Sarah entered the room first, as saucy and mischievous as she had looked leaving the house, her hair now a lot more tousled. Following swiftly behind her was another vision of beauty. Average height with long, wavy flame-red hair and pale skin, she looked like a mythical creature. Her lips were deep red with lipstick, and her tight black t-shirt showed off her ample yet pert bosom. A pair of skinny jeans similar to Sarah’s finished off the casual yet alluring outfit. She had incredibly slim legs with a gap between the tops of her thighs and her crotch that only the most toned of women could achieve. James wasn’t great at deducing ages, but she was clearly younger than her host.

“Your room, my dear,” said Sarah.

“Lovely,” replied the mystery red-head with a slight northern twang in her accent. She then noticed the French doors. “Don’t you have any curtains in here?”

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot they were getting dry-cleaned. But you don’t need to worry, the garden’s completely secluded. No one around for miles. I get naked in here all the time.”

“I bet you do…”

“Speaking of which, can you try on this bikini while I remember?”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, I’ll forget otherwise, and you can put it in your bag if it suits you.”

Sarah left the room to get the item of clothing that James knew was designed to give him the best chance of seeing her friend naked. Meanwhile, the flame-haired beauty checked out her accommodation for the night, bouncing in the bed to test the mattress’ firmness. As she did, her breasts jiggled, and James stiffened at the thought of them bring revealed to him so soon. He reached down to adjust the growing erection in his trousers, and was frustrated to note that the weight of the binoculars made it almost impossible to hold then steady one handed – wanking whilst spying would be difficult.

Sarah re-entered the room with a small black bikini set and threw it into the bed.

“It’s too small for me, but it might be perfect for you. See what you think. I’ll get us some wine. “

She vacated the room again and left the mystery girl alone to hold up and examine the skimpy outfit left for her. James’ mouth was dry with anticipation, his cock throbbing with expectation. He desperately wanted to touch it, but his grip remained firmly around his spy glasses Ümraniye Escort and the view they afforded.

The girl nonchalantly threw the bikini back on the bed before reaching down and peeling off her tight t-shirt, throwing it on the chair by the dresser. The resonating thud of James’ heartbeat was causing his view to judder as she immediately reached around her back to unclasping her smooth black bra. Infuriatingly, she chose this moment to face directly away from the window towards the bed. The bra came loose and was flung at the dresser chair before, much to James’ relief and appreciation, she turned to sit on the end of the bed, unknowingly displaying her stunning tits in all their glory.

Slightly smaller than Sarah’s, but certainly a generous c-cup, they had a sensuous shape that struck James as looking heavy yet perky both at the same time. Unlike the pendulous boobs of Sarah and Emma, this girl’s tits didn’t hang from her chest at all, but seemed to protrude proudly despite their apparent heft – perfect globes of flesh only subtly pulled by gravity. James estimated that they might actually extend outwards just as far as they did downwards. Porcelain pale like the rest of her skin, they were finished with flat-looking nipples that sat within large, deep pink, almost red areolas. They pointed directly forward, like a couple of rose tinted targets.

Sat on the bed, the girl struggled out of her skinny jeans, an effort that caused her breasts to shake and bounce. James let out an audible groan as he watched them dance across her chest. They were utterly captivating; instead of swinging, they actually kind of waved in front of her.

Free from the restrictive denim, the girl stood, again turning her back to the window as she shuffled out of her modest-looking black knickers. Her ass was tiny, and James noted how top-heavy her proportions were – all that hair and those ample tits balanced on a tiny waist and pin-like legs.

She reached down onto the bed and tried on the bikini top, turning to examine the result in the full-length mirror that James had re-positioned. He mentally congratulated himself as he got visual confirmation that her flowing red locks were her natural colour, a thin strip of red hair pointing the way to her delicate crotch.

Having been temporarily denied sight of her awesome breasts, James sacrificed a wobble-free view to unzip his fly and allow himself a well-deserved squeeze of his maddening erection. His cock responded with a copious pump of pre-cum that moistened his briefs.

By the time James had steadied his view with both hands, the girl had tried on the bikini bottoms and was admiring herself in the mirror, posing at various angles. She even checked how revealing the outfit would be when she leant over. The answer, much to James’ increasing delight, was ‘very’. Over the baby com, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” said the girl.

Sarah entered carrying a silk bath robe and gasped at her friend.

“Wow, Lucy, that looks amazing,” she beamed.

‘Lucy?’ thought James. ‘That sounded familiar.’

“The cups are a bit too big though,” said Lucy. “Shame, because it is really nice…”

“You look gorgeous. Alison doesn’t know what she’s missing,” said Sarah.

“Yeah, well. Her loss.”

James’ interest was immediately piqued, and as he watched Sarah hand her friend the dressing gown and leave the room again, he started to connect the dots, recalling what Sarah had scribbled on his list. James sighed as he ogled Lucy unclasping the bikini top and slipping her gorgeous tits out of the fabric. Was Sarah planning on doing what she had written in her notes? Was he going to see more than this impromptu strip show?

A now naked Lucy examined herself in the mirror, eyeing herself with self-critical disdain.

“Oh Lucy, you’ve got nothing to be worried about,” James whispered to himself.

He again switched to ‘shaky vision’ so that a free hand could stroke the oozing erection in his pants.

“Are you going to touch those tits for me,” he continued. “Go on, give them a little grab for me.”

Alas, his wishes went unfulfilled as with a final huff, Lucy wrapped herself tightly in the silk robe she had been given. James suddenly became concerned that she would head off to the lounge and not be seen again until bedtime. Sarah, however, was way ahead of him. Before Lucy had even left the reflection of the mirror, another knock echoed through via the baby monitor.

“Come in,” said Lucy.

Sarah entered with a tap of her bottom against the door, a large glass of red wine in each hand. She planted herself at the end of the guest bed and offered a glass. Lucy took the invitation and sat down next to her, taking the glass and a generous swig.

“Right, you’ve kept me waiting all night,” said Lucy. “Are you going to finally tell me what this thing you want to ask is?”

Sarah suddenly looked embarrassed and shy. If it was an act it was a convincing one.

“You know, I’m not sure I do. It’s really… Forget about it Luce, it’s a bit… No. Don’t worry.”

Lucy shifted closer to Sarah, which annoyingly caused James’ view of her to be partially blocked by the window frame. She rubbed her friend’s thigh with encouragement.

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It was getting late and Sarah was frantically trying on different outfits in her bedroom. She kept tossing clothes to the corner of the room and cursing not finding anything suitable.

She had been looking forwards to this night for weeks because she would be soon arriving at her best friend, Amy’s house, for a Halloween party. Amy’s parents were much more liberal than Sarah’s and had said that boys could attend the event, but they had to go home by midnight and were not allowed alcohol or drugs.

Sarah had to find the perfect outfit because she would be competing for attention from other girls there, but she didn’t want to appear as though she was desperate. She was 18 years old and proud of her C-cup breasts, although in some bras she thought that her breasts were slightly larger than a C. This meant though that finding an outfit was particularly difficult.

She tried on tops with plunging fronts, that if she were to move just a little too sharply, her nipples could be slightly exposed or even a whole breast. Yet, she didn’t want to appear prudish.

Finally, after around an hour she decided upon a green flimsy top to match her short black skirt. Although the top was skimpy, Sarah decided not to wear a bra because it wasn’t see-through and she knew that she would get the most attention when the boys noticed her breasts bouncing around under the material as she danced or moved around.

Her dad dropped her off at Amy’s at 7pm and even though she thought that she was late, it turned out that she was one of the first to arrive. Amy answered the door herself and happily greeted Sarah,

“Hi, you look wonderful. I love your top.” Sarah knew that this meant that Amy was jealous. Amy too had perfectly shaped breasts, but hers were a B-cup and Sarah could see that she was wearing a bra under her tight white T-shirt. On numerous occasions Sarah had told Amy not to wear a bra at a party because the boys would be unable to look away, but Amy was far too self-conscious despite being painfully beautiful. It wasn’t that the girls were interested in each others breasts, but there were times when it was unavoidable not to take a glace at the competition (especially in the gym changing room).

“Are your parents in?” Sarah enquired, still stood on the doorstep.

“Oh, you just missed them. They’re going to the movies and then for a meal so we’re good to have fun until at least 11.” Amy smiled and ushered Sarah in to her house where 2 people from her class were already sheepishly chatting amongst themselves.

Around 20 minutes passed until the doorbell rang again. Up until that point Amy had been desperately trying to get the party going and break the ice amongst the 4 people who had turned up. Amy ran to the door and welcomed in 2 people who Sarah had never seen before. She assumed that they went to a different college and were just friends of Amy.

One was a girl who had ignored the rule, which Sarah had adhered to, of not looking desperate by wearing an almost non-existent top that accentuated her ample breasts and a tiny skirt that rested high against her tanned thighs.

She was accompanied by an unbearably handsome boy who wore a top that showed off his toned stomach and large arms. Sarah hoped that the two new guests weren’t a couple because she really liked what she saw in the athletic build of the boy.

Amy was clearly disappointed that only 5 people had shown up to her party, but she accepted that the date had clashed with some major sports event that was taking place in the town centre. It cheered her up to think that more people would have turned up if she hadn’t arranged the party at a time when most people would want to watch the local football time in the state final.

Amy was determined that the night would not be ruined. After all it was not every weekend that her parents went out and let her have the house to herself for a night.

Amy spent time going around the room, offering snacks and small-talk.

“Don’t you just hate Science class?” Sarah too was determined to make something out of the night and tried to get a conversation going with the group.

“Yeah, I can’t stand it. I hate our teacher. Oh, my name’s Andrew by the way and this is Claire my work-mate.” Sarah was relieved to find out the name of the boy who had just arrived and overjoyed to discover that Claire, in her revealing outfit, was just a colleague and not a girlfriend.

“Our teacher is awful too.” David was in the same class as Sarah and it wasn’t like him to speak out in groups. Usually he was shy and quiet, but on this occasion he was quite open.

The group began to ease and talk openly about college, their part-time jobs and anything else that took their fancy. Only John remained quiet. Like David he was in the same classes at college as Amy and Sarah, yet he was even shyer than David.

The group just sat around talking aimlessly about anything and everything for about an hour.

Andrew sat himself near to David Anadolu Yakası Escort and John and they happily chatted about sports and Andrew’s job at the mall with Claire.

“Me and Claire work at the new music shop at the mall…that’s where we met Amy. She came in shopping and invited us both here.” Andrew explained why exactly he was present at the poorly attended party whilst David and John listened.

Meanwhile Claire sat with Amy and Sarah talking quietly about which of the boys they fancied. All 3 of the girls were virgins except Claire had given her ex-boyfriend a handjob, so she thought of herself as the expert in the group.

“Andrew has the best body, but I wouldn’t say no to David or John.” Claire made her feelings known to the girls and they took turns to take sly glances at the boys and sum them up.

More time passed and Amy was worried that the two groups were not mingling. She had hoped for at least 50 people to turn up and now she just wanted for the boys and girls to sit together and maybe snog.

Eventually Claire spoke out to the group in a bid to liven things up a little,

“Everybody, why don’t we play spin the bottle? I know it’s a bit childish, but it could be fun.” Claire’s suggestion was met with nods of approval from the entire group who were thankful that they would be able to get a snog without the effort of small-talk and flirting.

“Come on everybody, sit in a circle. You all know the rules don’t you?” Claire smiled and looked around the circle.

“Ermm, if the bottle points to you then you have to snog the person that the bottle points to on its next spin.” John’s version of the rules made Claire burst out laughing although nobody else seemed to understand what was so funny. John went red and went back to being quiet and shy.

“When I was younger I used to play that version, but now its strip spin the bottle. It’ll be fun.” Claire explained her intentions and nobody wanted to be the one who wussed out and said no so she continued with the new rules,

“It’s an easy game. If the bottle points to you then you have to remove one item of clothing. Socks, shoes and jewellery are not included as clothing though.” She smiled again and asked if everybody was okay with the game. Once again she assured everybody that it would be fun.

Everybody was unsure about the idea of taking of their clothes in front of a room full of their peers, but nobody could be the one who raised the concern. All of the boys were virgins too and had fantasies of moments like this occurring, but now that it was happening they all got the shyness of John.

Amy went to the kitchen and got a small coca cola bottle and handed it to Claire.

“Ok who wants to spin first?” Sarah volunteered. She was petrified that the bottle would land on her first as she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t want to be sat there in her tiny black panties in front of these 3 boys.

She span the bottle and time stood still as it went around the circle. It landed on John. He was too shy and taken aback from his humiliation of saying the game was about snogging to refuse to comply. He removed his shirt. All of the girls took short glances at his toned chest and began to get hot under the collar.

John took the next spin and it landed on Andrew. He was proud of his body and so took of his shirt without any delay.

“Looks like this will be a good game for us,” Amy was loosening up as it was the boys who appeared to be coming off worse.

Andrew took the next spin and it landed on Claire. She stood up in her place and unzipped the back of her short skirt, letting it slip over her tanned, beautiful legs and land on the floor. None of the boys knew where to look. Just before she sat down again and crossed her legs, each of the boys had a look at her small pink panties that only just barely covered her pussy and displayed most of her toned buttocks.

Claire spun the bottle next and the group waited until it landed on David. Like the two boys before him he opted to remove his shirt.

He took the next spin and it landed on Sarah. She was glad she wasn’t the first girl to expose her panties, but knew that she was only one spin away from revealing her perfect breasts to the group. She too stood up and slipped her black skirt to the floor. All of the boys shyly looked at the thin fabric that came between them and Sarah’s pussy. She quickly sat down and crossed her legs.

Sarah’s spin of the bottle landed back on Claire who remained seated. She lifted her top up over her head and the boys were left to glance at her bra clad breasts. It was a mystery how they didn’t just burst out of her bra. Every breath she took made them heave upwards. David was certain that he caught a slight glimpse of her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her bra, but looked away quickly out of shyness.

She spun and it pointed directly to Amy. Amy wasn’t going to be the one to break the tradition of the night and so she Kadıköy Escort stood up and removed her skirt. It fell to the floor and the boys all looked up at the white lace panties that only just covered her pussy from their gaze. She sat back down like Claire and Sarah and ten spun the bottle.

It landed on John. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was going to protest.

“Errm, do I have to take my trousers off? I mean it, err…” before John had a chance to explain himself, Claire interrupted,

“What’s the matter John? Us three girls are sat here and you’ve seen all of our panties. You’ve also seen the majority of my tits. So it is only fair that you take off your trousers or else you should have opted out at the start of the game.”

Gingerly John stood up and unbuttoned his jeans letting them fall to the floor. He seemed frozen in front of the group as the girls all blatantly stared at his bulging underwear. John sat down and crossed his legs, but it made no difference because his excitement could still be seen by anybody looking his way.

In an attempt to pretend that he didn’t have a throbbing hardon he spun the bottle. It landed on Amy. She felt much better in taking off her tight, white top now that John had just stood up with a bulging hardon in his pants. She lifted her top over her head and revealed a smallish, yet perfectly full set of bra clad breasts. She took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Andrew.

He stood up and revealed the same bulge that John had done previously except that his looked even larger. He quickly sat down and took the next spin. It landed on Sarah. Her heart sunk, but she wanted to get it over with quickly so she peeled off her loose green top and revealed the most perfect set of tits that the boys had even seen.

Amy noticed Andrew and John’s pants were moving as their hardon’s raged at the sight of Sarah’s perfect, young breasts. As she went to spin the bottle the boys watched her tits move and jiggle. This caused more visible throbbing.

It landed on David. It was an easy task for him because John and Andrew had gone before him so he stood up and revealed another bulging crotch to the room. He took his seat and then his spin.

It landed on Claire. She reached around and unclasped her bra, freeing another pair of large, perfect tits to the boys and their covered erections. She spun the bottle and it landed on Amy. Just like Sarah and Claire she chose to reveal her tits and leave her pussy hidden. Her tits were perky and her nipples were slightly puffy.

The three boys sat there in awe, looking at the three sets of beautiful tits that sat before them. No real conversations had taken place since the game had commenced and so it made people jump when Amy spoke,

“Looks like the game is about to get interesting!” Everybody else thought that the game was already interesting, but they knew what she meant.

Amy took her spin and it landed on John. He was fed up of being the first, but thought better of complaining. He stood up and took of his underpants. His erection sprung free and stood out pointing at the girls. He sat back down, but the girls could still glance at his hardon pointing up to his belly-button.

“Can I get dressed now?” John asked.

“Haha, no way, if it lands on you now you have to do a forfeit. The person who spins gets to choose the forfeit.” Claire’s further instructions left John sat in front of the group with his fully erect penis on display.

John took his spin and it landed back on Amy. Once again she might have resisted, but she glanced at John and his hard cock and then slipped off her panties. The boys didn’t get to see much because she remained seated and crossed her legs quickly. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Andrew.

He tried to adopt Amy’s method of staying seated, but his large erection pointed right up from behind his crossed legs and so the girls got to see everything anyway. He spun and it landed on Claire.

Claire had been the most outgoing all night and so it was no surprise that she stood up to remove her panties. The boys all stared at Claire’s completely shaven pussy and Amy noticed Andrew’s erection throbbing against his stomach.

Claire took the bottle and gave it a spin. It landed on Sarah who was too shy to stand. She removed her panties and the boys got no joy in seeing what she had to offer. She took her spin and it landed on David. He stayed sat down and lifted his pants over his hardon that bounced free and pointed skywards.

The 3 boys and 3 girls sat there for a moment, glancing quickly at the naked bodies in front of them. The girls looked at the three erections whilst the boys sized-up the 3 sets of perfect tits that sat before them.

“Ok David, give it a spin then. Remember, we do forfeits now.” Claire reminded David that the game was yet to continue.

David gave it a spin and it landed on Sarah.

“Now what?” David asked.

“Give Sarah İstanbul Escort a forfeit David. It’s easy,” Claire said.

“Yeah, but like what?”

“Anything you like. If she refuses to do whatever it is then she admits that she is frigid and a loser. If she does it then she stays in the game. Really, it’s easy,” Calire urged.

David understood the rules, as did everybody else, but he was too shy to just dare Sarah to give him a blowjob so he kept it simple.

“Sarah, your forfeit is to squeeze Amy’s boobs.” It was the best that David could think of.

Sarah looked at Amy and then leaned over and cupped both of her tits and squeezed and kneaded them for about 20 seconds.

Sarah then took her spin of the bottle and it landed back on David. She knew why David had given her such an easy dare, but he had a throbbing erection, so she thought better of giving him an equally boring one.

“David I dare you to play with and suck on both of Claire’s tits for 2 minutes.” David stood up and walked across the circle with his hardon pointing straight ahead of him. He sat next to Claire and cupped her warm, ample breasts and began squeezing them. He licked her nipples and sucked them. The rest of the group just sat there watching.

After around 2 minutes, David released Claire’s nipple from his mouth and went back to his place in the circle.

Claire took her spin of the bottle and it landed on Amy.

“Amy I dare you to give John a handjob for 2 minutes.” Amy had never touched an erection before and so she was nervous of the challenge set before her. She stood up and walked over to John. This gave the boys a chance to look at her perfect, shaved pussy and firm ass. She sat next to John who sat with his legs outstretched in front of him. Amy put wrapped her soft hand around his erection and began to give the handjob.

Suddenly, on what must have been only her 5th stroke, John sighed quietly and spurt after spurt of his warm cum was pumped around the circle. Most of it landed on John, but a large proportion landed on Amy’s tits and stomach.

Once again John was left embarrassed at being the first, but everybody else was now much more relaxed. Amy went back to her place in the circle and sat down. She was far too excited and curious to bother cleaning the cum of her body and so she sat there with it rolling around her puffy nipples and on to her flat stomach.

John, who still had an erection, took his spin of the bottle. It landed on Sarah. He really was unsure what to dare her. After all he had just been made to cum in front of the group and was now sat there was wads of cum on his cock and chest. He shot a glance at Amy and saw that his cum was still glistening around her tits and had made its way down to her legs and inner thigh.

“Ok Sarah I dare you to finger Claire.” Time stood still.

“No way, I’m not a lesbian,” Sarah protested. “I’ll do anything, but not touch another girl.

“I’ve just been made to cum in front of you all and your complaining that your dare is too harsh! Doesn’t this mean that she is out of the game Claire?”

“I’m afraid so Sarah.” Claire was happy that Sarah wouldn’t do the dare, as she too was uneasy with being touched by another girl.

Sarah took a deep sigh and walked over to where Claire was sitting.

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it because I’m not a wuss John!”

Uneasily Claire opened her legs and the boys got a first class view of her pussy. It was as perfect as her breasts. Completely shaved and smooth. Sarah ran her fingers over Clair’s pussy and easily slipped one finger in.

Sarah could not believe how wet Clair’s pussy was. Sarah knew that her own pussy was wet from watching John cum all over Amy’s tits, but this was far more.

She moved her finger in and out slowly, carefully brushing against Clair’s clit with her thumb. This show, like John’s, was short lived as Claire was unable to withhold a moan as she started to orgasm in response to Sarah’s hand touching her sensitive clit.

Sarah removed her now wet finger and went back to her place in the circle. She prayed that the bottle would land on John so she could get revenge for her lesbian show. It hadn’t really sunk in that she had just made an attractive girl orgasm by fingering her pussy in front of a three boys with hardons. When she began to think about it, her pussy became like Claire’s and she ached to be touched.

Sarah took her spin and it landed on Andrew. Sarah thought for a moment of what to dare. Should she be cruel and make him do something gay or be selfish and ask him to be the first boy to lick her pussy or let her friend Amy have some fun?

“Andrew I dare you to suck on Amy’s clit until she cums.” Not even Claire could believe how outgoing Sarah had become, but Amy was secretly ecstatic.

John walked over, his erection moving to and thro, and sat in front of Amy. He urged her to open her legs and took a little lick at her pussy. Then he licked her whole pussy before finding her clit and doing as he was instructed by Sarah.

Unlike Claire, Amy was unable to stay quiet during the act and moaned loudly whilst Andrew’s tongue circled and flicked her clit. Amy came even quicker than Claire and her moans almost became screams of ecstasy.

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I had had a football party at my place and most of the guys had already left. I was in the process of finishing what was left to clean up. Thankfully, most of my friends had become helpful in that area, as most of them were married and had learned some domestic etiquette from their wives. My neighbor across the street was the only one left and insisted on helping me with the last of the chores. We finished up and grabbed a couple of cold ones from the fridge and sat down at my kitchen table.

Mark was gay but that didn’t bother me. It took him quite a while to confide in me of his sexual orientation, but he eventually did. Once we had heard a news bulletin before a game about a traffic tie-up downtown due to a gay pride parade. He tested me by making a sarcastic remark about gays and I just mentioned that we all have the right to free speech and that included gays as well. We got to talking and because of my live and let live attitude; he revealed his sexual orientation to me.

I would have never figured him to be gay, as he seemed to be just like the rest of the guys I hung out with. Of course I had no idea what a gay person was like, as I had never had the opportunity to talk to one. I guess the only thing I had to go on was the stereotypical limp wrist, feminine voice type of thing. Mark didn’t seem to fit those criteria. I had assumed that he was divorced and lived alone like I was. I never did like poking into other people’s private lives or they to mine.

He was willing to talk about it if I brought it up, which I did on several occasions. I guess I had an academic curiosity of why people were gay. I thought it had mostly to do with the sex but that was probably due to society’s stereotype. Mark had told me that it was much more than the sex. That in many respects, it was much like a heterosexual relationship where there was love and commitment. He said there are some who seek the sex, but so do heterosexual people. He didn’t care for the gay bars and that scene and as far as the sex was concerned, he wanted that to be a part of a relationship and not some one-night stand. He had no desire for sexually transmitted diseases and was careful about that. I had wondered why I never saw anyone over at his place and he had told me that before his company had transferred him here, he had been in a long-term relationship with a guy, but that they had broken it off and he was just enjoying being himself for a while. I could relate to that as I had been in a couple of relationships since my divorce, but that they weren’t right for me so I decided to take a break from the dating scene.

Although Mark was OK with talking about his sexual orientation, we didn’t delve into the subject too much. He did bring more understanding Ataşehir Escort about the issue to me. He had asked me one time if I had ever had a same sex experience and I told him that I hadn’t, but that I had thought about it wondering how one could desire having sex with someone of the same gender. I told him that although I knew when a guy was handsome, I had never desired to have sex with him and doubted that I could even get aroused. At the time, he told me that if I ever wanted to explore that aspect of my sexuality, he would be glad to help. I was embarrassed but jokingly said I’d be sure and let him know.

We sat around the table and had a few more beers, which I really didn’t need as I had put down a few during the game as well. I became a little bold and began to ask him about what it was like having sex with a guy. He too was feeling the beers and seemed comfortable with talking about it. It was interesting to me because it was like listening to a woman talk about having sex with a guy. As we talked, I could feel a subtle kind of arousal. I assumed that it was due to our conversation of a sexual nature. The details weren’t arousing as there wasn’t anything really new to me as a male he was describing, just that the conversation was about sex. I told him I just couldn’t see myself getting aroused by a guy. He asked me if I would like to find out.

I knew it was the beers but for some reason I felt I wanted to find out whether or not I could get aroused. I never would have gone out to actually explore this curiosity, but this seemed to be a good opportunity and with someone I could trust, so I said yes. He asked me if I was sure and I replied, not really, but if not now, I probably never would.

He asked me what I would be comfortable with doing and I told him some touching and stroking would tell me whether or not I would get aroused. He agreed and told me to just let him know if I became uncomfortable and we would stop.

We went into my bedroom and I got undressed. I felt embarrassed being naked in front of him, so he suggested he get naked too so that we would be on equal footing. I said OK, so while he got undressed, I got on the bed. I still felt exposed so I laid on my side and watched him get undressed. When he was done, he got onto the bed beside me. He suggested I just lay on my back and relax. I must have looked pretty tense. I put a couple of pillows behind my head and lay back and closed my eyes. He picked up my limp penis and gently began to fondle it. It felt strange, not the physical feelings, but the mental feelings that a man was touching me this way. He just fondled me and once in a while would reach down and gently fondle my balls. I felt no arousal but I really didn’t think Anadolu Yakası Escort I would. He began to pull my foreskin down to the base of my penis and just hold it there. The air felt good on my exposed penis, but still I felt no sexual feelings.

After several minutes I felt myself getting slightly erect, but this didn’t bother me as I get erections sometimes without any thought of sex. This allowed him more length to pull my foreskin up and down. I remember thinking how strange it was that he was now masturbating me in a way. Still I didn’t feel any sexual feelings or arousal and I remained semi-erect. In a way it did feel kind of good in a massage sort of way like someone massaging your arms or legs. It was relaxing in a way and I felt my embarrassment ease somewhat.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t think I was going to get aroused, but at the same time I liked the way it made me relax. I became harder but this didn’t bother me. Eventually I became fully erect but still didn’t have any sexual feelings. He asked me how I was doing and I told him that I didn’t think I would get excited. He asked me if I wanted to stop and I told him that although I didn’t feel any sexual feelings, that I kind of enjoyed the massage. He continued stroking me slowly and lightly.

After about ten minutes I felt that slight tingle. At first I dismissed it, but eventually I could no longer deny it. It surprised me and I felt embarrassed by it. It didn’t seem to get any stronger so I thought maybe that was all I would feel. After a few more minutes of his manipulations though, it became stronger. I began to feel that warm, wet feeling deep inside me and I knew that my prostate was beginning to release my semen. I felt kind of panicky and considered having him stop. If I had him stop though, would he guess that I was getting excited. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know that I was. For that matter, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know that I was. I decided to stay quiet in the hopes that I wouldn’t get anymore aroused.

It became apparent though that I was getting even more aroused. My penis felt completely engorged. I found myself trying to think of other things to halt my arousal, but found instead this hidden part of my sexuality. I no longer tried to deny the feelings I was feeling but tried to sort them out as best I could. I had heard that nobody is totally heterosexual or homosexual, but somewhere in-between and in a way, this made sense to me but considered myself to be real close to 100% heterosexual. I had to admit to myself that yes, a man could sexually arouse me. In a way it was a revelation of a part of my sexuality that I had never know before and I was 43 years old.

He picked up his pace Kadıköy Escort and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I knew by using his whole hand that more of the surface of my penis would get stimulation and I knew then that if he kept it up, I might even have an orgasm. His touching me was one thing because I hadn’t expected to even become aroused, but his creating me having an orgasm was something I hadn’t counted on. I wasn’t sure what to do.

I tried to think of how to deal with this but at the same time I could feel my arousal rising higher. Again, I thought about having him stop but I realized that deep down I didn’t want him to stop. This was another revelation to me.

I squinted my eyes open and saw him laying on his side with his head by my chest. He was looking right at my penis while he worked on me. I felt exposed but for some reason it turned me on that I was the center of his attention. I looked at his hand working on me and although it was so different to see a mans hand masturbating me, it sent a shiver down my groin and I felt myself twitch in his hand.

Before I thought about it, I spread my knees and legs wide apart. This startled me as it might indicate to him that I was getting aroused and that I was submitting to his stimulation. He did notice my action and asked me if I was getting aroused. I swallowed and told him I was. He asked me if I was Ok with that and I said, I think so. He slowed his pace back down and lightly wisped his fingers from the hot spot on the back of the head of my penis, to the base. I thought, he’s doing a really good job. Then I remembered reading somewhere years ago a lesbian saying, who knows better how to please you sexually than you or someone who has the same equipment and knows how to use it.

After a couple of minutes of this, he again stroke me slowly. As slow as he masturbated me, I still felt an increase in my arousal. I found my breathing increase and my heart beat faster. He slowly picked up his pace and I felt another increase in my arousal. I was getting hot now and knew I getting closer to orgasm. I saw a drop of pre-cum build in the slit of my penis. For some reason, watching that drop get bigger turned me on. It also seemed to turn me on that he could see it too. It was mostly clear and the bigger it got the more it seemed to magnify dark hole in my slit. It got to where it was big enough and heavy enough that it began to fall off my penis. Mark caught it on the tip of a finger and licked it off. This surprised me but at the same it intrigued me. In a way he was accepting my sexuality and my cum was a part of that.

By now I was breathing pretty heavily and not trying to hide it. I was getting closer to a climax. At this point I realized that not only was I about to experience an orgasm, but that I would ejaculate too. I had never done this in front of a man and it gave me the feeling of being self conscious about peeing in a public men’s room. The thought came to me, Could I go this far. I knew what lay ahead of me, or did I?

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I had to pick up a couple of things at the mall. My older brother was going there as well so I hitched a ride with him. Crappy driver and even crappier car, but it beats walking. And I should talk. My own crappy car was the reason I needed to get a ride in the first place.

We each got our separate bits and pieces and then we headed on home. At least, that’s where I thought we were headed. Instead of heading home we went to Mike’s place. Mike’s a mate of my brother. He OK, I guess. One thing he does have is a very superior girlfriend. Karen is hot. H. O. T. Hot. Blonde, breasts out to there and legs that won’t quit. Older than me, so probably doesn’t even realize I exist. I didn’t mind stopping past Mike’s place because the chances are good that Karen would be there and she’s always worth seeing.

When we pulled into Mike’s driveway he came rushing out and slipped into the back seat.

“Listen, mate, you’ll need to be prepared for a quick take off when I come out,” Mike babbled. “I haven’t broken the news to Karen yet that I’m going to the races for the day. She’s going to go spare when she finds out. I figure I’ll just duck in, tell her, and come out running.”

“She’s got you scared rigid, hasn’t she,” said my brother with a laugh.

“Yeah, well she’s got a wicked tongue when she gets upset. Anyway, I’d better go and break the news to her.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” said my brother. “I was going to drop Joey here and let him walk, so he can break the news to Karen while we take off.”

So you were going to dump me here anyway. Oh thank you so much, brother. Still, it was only half a mile home, so the walk wouldn’t kill me. Resignedly I got out of the car, making sure I had my purchases stuffed in my pockets.

“Fine. I’ll tell Karen you’ve gone out for the day. What time should I tell her you’ll be home?”

Mike and my brother looked at each other and shrugged.

“Probably be better to be a bit vague about that,” said Mike. “We’ll be back when we’re back.”

This, I assumed, meant they’d be going to the pub after the races.

My brother and Mike departed in a cloud of smoke. Man, he’s got to get those rings fixed or they’d put him off the road. I wandered over to Mike’s door, knocked and barged on in.

“Ah, Karen,” I called. “It’s Joe. Mike wanted me to tell you that’s he’s gone to the races. He’s not sure when he’ll be back.”

There was a muffled shriek of fury and then Karen came barrelling out of a room, moving towards me in a hurry.

“Get out of my way, you little worm,” she snarled. “I’m going to kill him. He knows I had plans for today.”

Little worm was a bit rich. I might be a couple of years younger than Mike and my brother but I’m bigger than both of them. I work as a carpenter and I’ve got muscles laid on. I didn’t get out of Karen’s road. Rather I made sure I was in it before she went charging outside.

“Ah, slow down, Karen,” I said, speaking firmly, or trying to anyway. “They’ve already gone, leaving me to tell you and then walk home. And I strongly advice you not to run outside to hurl abuse after them.”

“Why not?” she hissed, trying to dodge around me. “Will you get out of my way?”

“No,” I said bluntly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, if you go charging outside you’ll be giving the neighbours a real eyeful. You’re naked.”

She was, too. Gloriously, beautifully naked. Her firm white breasts were bobbing up and down in a very interesting manner as she practically danced on the spot in her fury. She also shaved her mound, I noticed, and I couldn’t help wondering what it felt like. Sensational when dressed, but naked and angry? Bostancı Escort Wow.

She blinked, still looking for a way past me, then what I’d said sank in. She gave a gasp of horror, trying to cover bouncing boobs with one hand and nicely shaved mons with the other. She blushed bright red, said blush probably matching the blush on my face as I tried not to ogle her lovely form.

“Haven’t you something better to do than sneak around looking at naked women,” she flared.

“Hey, your idiocy isn’t my fault,” I snapped back resentfully. “I was just passing on a message. I didn’t tell you to come charging out starkers.”

“It’s my own house. I’m allowed to be naked in it,” she snapped right back.

“Then be naked. I don’t care. Just don’t blame me if you start flashing visitors. I called out my name, so you knew it wasn’t Mike out here.”

Karen had given up trying to hide her charms as a bad job and just relaxed. Or at least, relaxed as much as a young naked woman could relax while glaring at an unwanted visitor. The fact that she now had her hands on her hips was playing havoc with my libido. Truth to tell, when she came charging out naked my cock had snapped erect so fast I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had snapped off.

Her blush had faded. I suppose she was used to Mike seeing her naked so the odd stranger wouldn’t bother her too much. Not that I was really a stranger. She did know me, and I could see recognition dawning.

“You’re Joey, Adam’s little brother. Tell me Joey, when they sent you in to do their dirty work, did they happen to mention what time Mike would be back?”

“Ah, no. Just that he’ll be back when he’s back, sort of thing.”

She nodded.

“That means the bastard is going to the pub after the races, doesn’t it.”

Wisely I said nothing.

“OK. Next question. Why are you blushing? I’m the one who’s naked. Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”

“Eh, what? I’m eighteen. Of course I’ve seen a naked woman,” I said indignantly.

“Uh-huh. And how do I stack up compared to the women you’ve seen naked?”

How the hell do you answer a question like that? As far as I was concerned, you don’t, and I kept my mouth shut.

“Unfair question,” Karen said, nodding as if satisfied over something. “I really should have asked if you’ve ever seen a live naked woman, up close and personal.”

My blush probably deepened at that point. In fact I’m bloody sure it did, as Karen smirked.

“It’s funny, you know, but generally when one speaks of a blushing virgin one thinks of the girl, not the man.”

I glared at her. I didn’t think it was funny. I thought it rude and insulting. That’s probably where I got the courage for what I did. I just grabbed her hand and pressed it against my erection, which was still trying to emulate a flagpole.

“Does this feel like a blushing virgin?” I snapped.

To my horror, instead of snatching her hand away in shock, Karen closed her hand around me, running it up and down the shaft as though assessing it.

“Feels virginal to me,” she said softly. “Now tell me, if you’ve got the nerve for an honest answer, what was your first thought when you saw me naked? Were you thinking you’d like to fuck me?”

I could feel heat rising within me. If the fool woman wasn’t careful I’d jump on her and ravish her. I wouldn’t even need to pull off any clothes because she was already naked.

“If you want an honest answer then no, I didn’t think that I’d like to fuck you. What I thought was, would your pussy feel as soft and smooth as it looked? That doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t like Ümraniye Escort to fuck you. You’re a very attractive woman, especially dressed the way you are.”

“Or undressed,” she murmured. “And does my pussy feel as soft and smooth as it looks?”

This last was said with a challenge in her voice, and why should I back down from a challenge. After all, she was still examining my erection, using the braille method.

I calmly reached down and ran my fingertips over her mons, trailing them very lightly across it. When I say calmly, I mean with a calm face. My heart was pounding and a little voice was yelling, “Yes, you’re touching a naked woman’s pussy. Go, boy, go.”

I was quite gratified to notice that I scored with that gentle stroke. Karen’s breathing faltered for a moment, and her hold on my cock tightened a fraction.

“I have to admit that it exceeds expectations,” I murmured, and Karen laughed.

“You know, you’re very smooth for a virgin,” she said. “When you hit your stride you’re going to be a real hit amongst the ladies. I think, to be fair to your future conquests, you need to get a bit of early training.”

With that comment she unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand inside, seeking and finding the prize.

“Bring this along here,” she said, turning and walking down the hall.

Obviously I had no choice but to follow in her steps, as she didn’t let go my erection when she started walking away. She took me down and the room we turned into was a bedroom.

“Our spare room,” she said.

With that she reached for me and started undoing buttons and things. Being a scared and innocent young virgin I attempted to fend her off. Now that we’ve had our laugh, I’ll admit to lending her some assistance in the removal of unwanted garments. When my last bit of clothing hit the floor Karen gave me the once over, nodding approval.

“Very nice,” she said, “and you’ll probably keep building muscle for a few years yet. You’re going to be a big solid man when you’re finished. Are you smart enough to take advice when it’s given to you?”

“I think so. At the very least I would consider it. Advice that is good for some might not be appropriate for me.”

“Fair enough. I suppose your immediate desire, from the look of that erection, is to push me onto the bed and just take me. Right?”

“I will concede to an inclination to do that, but I can wait.”

“Good. Let us indulge in a little foreplay first. You’ll find it heightens the experience. Not, mind you, that a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, can’t be exciting and rewarding at the right time and place.”

Karen coaxed me down onto the bed. Dragged me down onto the bed? Dodged onto the bed herself as I flung myself upon it? Something like that. We ended up on the bed. Karen lay on her back and stretched.

“Now start by touching me, not just boobs and pussy, but run your hands all over me. Get acquainted with my body. Watch my reactions to see what I like. When you get a steady girlfriend, do it to her and get her to do it to you. You’ll find it’s fun.”

So I did as I was told, touching and rubbing Karen from head to toe and back again. There’s something wonderful about touching a cooperative woman, and it was going straight to my groin. Once I’d reached Karen’s toes and started back up I started following my hands with my mouth. From the way Karen shivered and squirmed it was the correct thing to do.

“A bloody fast learner,” she groaned while I gently suckled on one nipple, one hand rubbing the other nipple while my other hand was feeling around her pussy.

“All right,” Karen Ataşehir Escort groaned. “Start paying more attention to my pussy. Slide your fingers between my lips and touch me inside. And I mean slide and touch. Don’t poke and prod. Move gently but firmly.”

I did as advised, and the look on Karen’s face showed I was doing something right. Then she gave a scream and bucked hard against my hand.

“Oh, Christ, go easy around the clitoris,” she gasped. “You can kill a girl poking around there.”

“Where? Around here?” I asked with interest, poking the same place again.

“No,” came the shrill scream. “Not there damn it. Not there.”

OK. I now knew where to touch to get a most interesting reaction. Karen was literally writhing under my hand now.

“Ah, I think it’s time I started using my cock, don’t you?” I asked casually, and got a quick nod.

I could see Karen take a deep breath and hold it for a moment.

“When you go in, don’t get carried away and start franticly fucking. If you do you’ll be finished before the girl is anywhere near ready and she’ll be disappointed. Take it slowly and let it build. See how long you can make it last. Don’t try for an Olympic speed record.”

I have to admit that driving in and frantically fucking sounded fine to me, but we’d see how things went.

Karen held her lips open and guided me into place.

“Just push firmly, without rushing,” she said.

I was quite happy to oblige. I pushed firmly, without rushing and my cock slid home smoothly and ecstatically. I wanted to shout my triumph and start frantically fucking, loosing my seed in this woman. Common sense very firmly overrode adolescent desire. I started slowly, pushing all the way in and then withdrawing almost all the way.

That’s trickier than I realised. A couple of times at the start I popped right out and had to hurry to slide back inside, embarrassed, while Karen giggled. But I got the hang of it and soon I was sliding back and forth like a seasoned pro.

Karen was moving with me, encouraging me, coaxing me into keeping the pace down while tensions built. Once she was satisfied that I wasn’t just going to take off she started urging me to speed up a little.

We settled into the faster pace, and I was quite content not to go berserk with my cock. With the choice of a short sharp pleasure or a pleasure that was just as intense but kept on going, I’ll take the longer one.

Karen was breathing hard, urging me to go in harder, so I increased the tempo once more. I wasn’t sure how long I could last at this faster pace, but it felt great.

Soon Karen was tossing her head about, gasping, pleading for me to go faster yet.

“If I go faster then I’ll explode,” I gasped.

“I don’t fucking care,” she screamed. “If you don’t go faster I’ll kill you.”

Normally I’m reluctant to yield to threats, but Karen sounded very sincere. I went in harder, really driving my cock home into her. I’d been right. A few strokes at the faster pace and I blew it. I could feel myself absolutely flooding Karen, and I also found why she didn’t care. She gave a shriek and convulsed around me. I could feel her passage clamping onto my cock while it bucked and spewed, spilling its load into her.

That was my first experience with dealing with a naked woman and I think it went rather well. Karen seemed satisfied with the outcome.

Before I left we did come to an agreement of sorts.

“You do realise that if you ever mention this to anyone I’ll call you a lying little turd with a big imagination,” Karen said cheerfully.

“That seems reasonable,” I said. “You do realise that I’ll expect you to demonstrate what you quaintly described as a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, at some stage.”

“I think I can probably arrange to do that,” she said cheerfully, and on that happy note we parted, her to finally get dressed and me to walk home.

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(My first story of Shula, and her disappointing experiences at the company conference, encouraged one reader to ask for a sequel. So here it is.)

After the company conference in the Midlands, Shula had driven back home in her red mini. She has a reputation of being one of the worst drivers of all time; no-one willingly sat in the passenger seat with her. She drove her car with the same professional aggression she used at the office, keeping up a stream of loud verbal abuse, which she hurled indiscriminately at other road users. Unfortunately, she had Mrs Yates with her. Unfortunate for Mrs Yates that is. She was more than nervous. She kept her eyes closed tight most of the time, concentrating on the memory of the early morning unbelievable sex with Tony.

One of Shula’s high expectations of the conference, was the hope of finally losing her virginity. A dream she had almost succeeded in achieving with Tony, after a couple of false starts. Shula was nearly thirty years of age and still a virgin. Nothing had ever entered her vaginal passage! Well, except her finger. It was unbelievable. But just as she had finally overcome her fear of being penetrated, they had been interrupted at the crucial time by Mrs Yates banging on Tony’s hotel room door. Shula made a hurried escape, but what she didn’t know, was that Mrs Yates had taken what Shula had missed out on. A good fuck with Tony to start the day.

Well, it would have been a shame to have wasted that erection, fuck-ready for Shula. The first fuck Mrs Yates had had in several years, since becoming a widow. Having stolen a glance at Tony’s erect penis, her mouth turned dry. Tony noticed the interest in her face and the greed in her eyes. So when he lifted her dress, pulling her knickers to one side, he felt her hairy vulva and explored the slippery labia before penetrating the wet, plump vagina. She didn’t resist. She was mesmerized and more than a little over-awed by the sublime experience. She had closed her eyes, letting the fingers play with her pussy, and wallowed in the lovely sensations in her groin as the penis filled her, until it culminated in a wonderful orgasm. Her buttocks and thighs had shaken and lurched. At the age of fifty-five, she never expected to have a cock inside her ever again. It just goes to show, she thought. Then she felt guilty!

After Shula’s mother had died, leaving everything to her only daughter, Shula had found the family home too much for one person. She eventually sold it for a good price, and bought a small, but luxurious two-bed apartment in a fashionable modern block in a fashionable suburb of the town. She had enjoyed re-decorating. Choosing her favorite warm colors. Heavy beautiful brocade drapes. Expensive duvet on her Queen-size bed. Fully fitted kitchen. But still lonely! Mrs Yates came in two afternoons a week to clean, and regarded Shula almost as her own daughter. She was protective of her. Which was why she kept her eye on her goings-on at the conference, even though Shula was old enough to know what she was doing. Even so, all the men in the office were married, horny buggers! After only one thing. No! She wanted Shula to settle down with a nice bachelor. Save herself for him.

Even before the accident had disfigured her face rather badly, Shula knew that was not pretty in the conventional sense. She usually wore a carefully arranged, sensible blonde hair-do, which had a habit of getting a bit unkempt when she was in a panic. Which was often. Her mood could usually be judged by the state of her hair. She had pale blue eyes, a slightly twisted and upturned snub nose and a somewhat protruding lower jaw. It gave her a pugnacious, almost bull-dog look. Shula always dressed smartly and wore expensive perfume. She was all of five feet seven inches tall, but her slim figure was more like that of a young boy, really, with few noticeable curves.

To compensate for her lack of traditional femininity, Shula had developed a forceful personality with men . She shared jokes with them when appropriate and drank halves of best mild beer in the local pub after work. No one knew of any boyfriends or admirers; she just wasn’t that sort of person. In those days, decent ladies never swore in company, but Shula did. Often! So she was just one of the lads. She was called Angel-tits Shula behind her back. That was not very nice, but in fact, the staff had pet names for all the secretaries; Sexy Sheila, Ravishing June, Big Bum Barbara, Fornicating Fiona, and so on.

Following her father’s death from a heart attack in his forties, Shula lived at home with her widowed mother. After the funeral, she and her mother were comforted by the compassionate priest who had led the service. They were persuaded to come to his church the following Sunday to pray for their departed father. It often comforted the bereaved, he explained. So they did. It was not the sort of religious service Shula had been brought up to expect. For a start, there were no pews as such. People stood around informally. And it was much noisier. The congregation became almost manic at times, crying out the name of the Lord, seeking his blessing. They hugged Kartal Escort one another in friendship. The preachers were all dressed in white robes. The congregation sang modern hymns at the tops of their voices. It was more like a celebration than a formal religious service.

Shula came to be under the spell of the priest. He was plausible and persuasive. Kind and sympathetic. At her mother’s insistence, she would visit him for private tuition twice each week, listening to his arguments for admiring the body, and through the body, to reach out for Christ. He was hoping to persuade the naive, nineteen year old virgin, that to become a bride of Christ was, he explained, the ultimate honor for any young lady. He was very patient. There was never any attempt by him to molest her in any of these lessons, though it eventually became necessary during the tuition for him to expose his genitals to her. It was her first sight of a fully developed penis at such close quarters. Shula’s eyes widened at the sight of it.

It really was a beautiful penis. Smooth and unblemished as alabaster. The mauve colored head half covered by the foreskin. She was impressed. Well, it was a holy one after all! Hard and stiff, ready to be worshiped. The priest explained that it was his penance to have an almost permanently erect phallus, in God’s name. Only after the holy act of fornication was he allowed a brief respite from the stiffness, he said. Shula would believe anything! It was an embarrassment to him at times, he explained, but it was His will that it should be so. To be always ready to perform God’s will. The pubic curls were like interlaced strands of gold. Glittering in the sunlight, they produced a halo glowing round the base of his penis. A truly holy weapon. Shula fell in love the penis – the idol of God. Mankind’s supreme power.

There was never any threat in any of these lessons. During one of them, having carefully examined the solid, pale shaft, crazed with light blue veins, Shula asked how it was possible for such a thick shaft to penetrate the small orifice of a woman. Although she had watched fornication between her parents at a distance, she was ignorant of the means of penetration.

‘Show me,’ he said softly. Of course, the time had to come when she had to show him her own genitals. But she had no worries about it. It was no different to having the doctor examine you. She gladly removed her knickers and skirt to expose her own sparse blonde curls and wrinkled, pink folds to his examination. Untouched and unpenetrated. He reached forward, opened her thighs wide, bending her knees to get a clear view. Her anatomy was examined with great delicacy and seriousness. Gently parting the thin pale labia, he peered into the now wet orifice. The tiny petals of pink flesh surrounded the opening to her tight vagina. It was trickling juices over her puckered bum. Utterly enchanting! He was moved by the innocence of it all. His cock was, of course, bursting with desire. But he must wait. He would relish taking this maidenhead. But as events turned out, he didn’t!

‘There! Everything is normal.’ he explained. ‘Never be concerned about the secretions from your vagina,’ he told her. ‘That is one of God’s masterstrokes. For it is that which allows the reception of the man’s phallus. it is necessary to lubricate the passage, for ease of comfort and enjoyment. To allow the thick shaft to enter into your body. Don’t worry, your folds of flesh will stretch and open out like petals to allow penetration without pain. These secretions are merely a sign that your body is ready for penetration. Ready to enter into the joy of holy copulation. And the small bud at the top will give you untold joy. It is one of the wonders of the world, given to us to admire and cherish’

Then he asked her if she played with herself? Blushing at the admission, she nodded. ‘Sometimes,’ she murmured. She had been warned by her mother not to touch herself ‘down there’, because it was unclean and sinful. Even so, her curiosity overcame her reluctance from time to time. Although she didn’t penetrate her vagina, she enjoyed rubbing the little button which gave the tingling and the ultimate popping in her belly. She always felt guilty afterwards. More curiosity, of course, led her to explore the secret of her vagina later in life.

‘That is no sin,’ the vicar explained. ‘It is a preparation for you to learn how to enjoy the holy union when the time comes. To reach out for blessed fulfillment.’ Shula was worried that he might ask if she would demonstrate. But he didn’t. He sensed her embarrassment, and merely gazed longingly at her open groin, relishing the sight of the focus of every woman’s secret happiness.

One evening, shortly following her first showing of her vulva, the vicar told Shula that she was ready to see the holy spirit leave him, which would be his part in the culmination of the act of worship. He sat open legged before opening the folds of his robe. She was asked to study his ready penis in detail. Encouraged to pay homage by planting a kiss on the tip of the holy staff. It was, naturally, thick and hard. Yakacık Escort She learned about the testicles and their part in the sexual cycle.

‘Thy staff and rod, they comfort me,’ he explained, ‘is an indication by implication that the Bible clearly expects mankind to seek and enjoy comfort from the erect penis.’

With mouth open in admiration, Shula watched him slowly work his shaft up and down in his palm, showing her the working of the foreskin, explaining the significance of the movement. Encouraged by him, she took hold of it herself, copying his movement. His calmness began to desert him as his loins twitched and jerked. The spasms became more pronounced, his breathing labored. ‘Now,’ he gasped, ‘you are about to witness the coming of the Holy Spirit.’ His groin muscles tightened, the buttocks flexed. ‘Watch the result of that stimulation of the penis.’ Shula stared in awe as the jets of starchy liquid suddenly spurted from the end of it. Each jerk of his loins gushed forth squirts of it, spraying over her wrist and arm, until the muscular spasms subsided. It was a sight she would never forget.

During the journey home from the conference, Shula was day-dreaming of that first ejaculation she had ever seen. Wondering what he become of the young priest. After she found him fucking her mother, she stopped going to the church. Recalling these past events, Shula wasn’t paying particular attention to her driving. Then, it all happened so quickly. She came too fast into the sharp bend on a newly graveled road. Slamming on her brakes made matters worse and the mini skidded across the road, tyres squealing, ending in the ditch. Not being the sort of mamby-pamby person to wear seat belts, Shula’s head smashed into the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious, and splitting open her face and breaking her nose, which was the cause of her present disfigurement.

Fortunately Mrs Yates was fastened in, and cushioned from the impact by a commodious bag on her lap. After struggling out of the car with some difficulty, she saw, by a stroke of good fortune that there was a telephone kiosk close by. She dialed 999 and called for the ambulance and the police. Ever a pious lady, with a firm religious upbringing, Mrs Yates truly believed that this was her retribution for having succumbed to the weakness of the flesh with Tony that very morning, and, what was worse, having enjoyed the experience. She blamed herself.

During her stay in hospital, Shula was visited on several occasions by Tony, who lifted her spirits and gave her some belief in the future. They eventually managed to laugh together. Talk always turned to sex. It seemed all they thought about! It was during one of these visits that Shula bemoaned her fate to remain chaste.

‘I was never particularly beautiful,’ she admitted, ‘but now I’m positively ugly. Who ever would want to make love to this ugly being?’

Tony poo-pooed the idea. ‘When you’re out of here, I shall come for dinner and we’ll end up in your bed, we’ll fuck all night.’

‘Oh no! Thanks Tony, but I don’t want sympathy sex.’

‘Okay Shula. Well, how about anonymous sex?’

He explained to her about dogging. She didn’t believe it at first. But he swore it was true. He knew of a special place where doggers frequently met. He would buy her a mask to hide her disfigurement, and take her to a secluded spot, known among a select few. There, he promised, she could get fucked for the sake of it. No sympathy. Just greedy sex. No silly love nonsense. There she would lose her unwanted virginity. Not out of sympathy, but because others were more than willing to take it from her. Shula though it was a big joke at first, putting it down as Tony’s attempt to amuse her. But gradually she warmed to the idea. Just a fuck. No commitment beyond offering your body for sex.

So, Tony was surprised when Shula told him during one visit, that she liked the idea. ‘Providing you can guarantee that it’s all perfectly civilized,’ she insisted. ‘And I can leave straight away if I don’t like it.’

‘Of course! No-one will make you do anything you don’t want. And I can certainly vouch for the people who frequent this place,’ he promised. She seemed satisfied by his reassurance.

As soon as Shula was out of the hospital, they would make their plans. It had been agreed that Tony would meet her in a local public house. After one quick drink each, they took Tony’s car to drive onto the moors. It wasn’t yet nine o’clock. Shula put on her furry cat face mask to hide the ugly scars on her face. It felt lovely. Not only did it hide her scars. The mask hid her person as well. She realized that it turned her into an anonymous being. All mental inhibitions melted behind the mask. It was as if her real self was hiding behind it. Shula found it so liberating, not being herself. To do whatever she pleased without any responsibility.

After a short distance, Tony turned into a gap in the hedgerow which led into a small glen, surrounded by gorse-covered hillocks. Shula looked round. There were already three other cars gathered in the valley. Signs of sexual activity were Kadıköy Escort already evident in two of them, with a group of three guys watching. Looking more closely, she noticed that they all had their cocks in their hands. She smiled at the thought of cock, closed her eyes, lying back into the seat, enjoying the warmth of the evening sun.

‘You okay?’ Tony asked softly, his hand lightly stroking her blouse front. Her nipples were already arouse at the anticipation of sex. ‘Sure you want to go through with it?’

‘Yea,’ she murmured. She had thought of nothing else for days. And a light shiver trickled through her body. She felt Tony slowly unbutton her blouse. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. Her small boyish breasts required no support. Besides, she enjoyed the touch of silk moving against her chunky nipples. Tony took the straps of the blouse, easing it away from her shoulders to expose her breasts. At the same time, she felt his other hand stroking the inside of her right thigh, just above the knee. Her short skirt did nothing to impede his hand from having the freedom of her upper thighs.

Oh yes! That was so nice! Her mouth was rather dry with nerves. Her breathing was a bit heavy. She was tussling with her thoughts. Shula was determined not to lose her bottle this time. After all those years of self-imposed, though reluctant, virginity, she was determined to end that silly state. But something niggled in the back of her mind even so. She was uneasy about offering her body to strangers. Yet, she was unable to offer it to friends! No! This was it. She was desperate to end her fear of fucking.

Then she turned her head to look out of her window to see what the others were doing. Oh my God! She was startled to see a guy standing facing her by the open window. His stiff cock was sticking from his trousers. Shula gasped at the unexpected sight. His fingers were working the foreskin back and forth over the bloated head. She swallowed, her eyes glued to the sight. Knickers dragged to one side, strange fingers were now toying with her labia. She was leaking freely. The fingers were rubbing the sticky juices overr her clitoris and inner vulva. Her own fingers were teasing the left nipple, encouraging it to swell. She was tingling with lust. All sense of sobriety was gone. Her body was aflame with sexual hunger. As if on cue, the passenger window began to slide open, allowing the cock to move closer. It was almost touching her lips. She could smell the unmistakable scent of cock. It was intoxicating! Oh yes! She wanted it! But had she the courage?

Reaching over, she was incapable of resisting the urge to touch the wonderful idol. It was so beautiful! Her fingers trailed along the length, feeling the throbbing warmth. Gazing at the prominent blue veins breaking the smoothness, her fingers touched the skin. Reaching the base, Shula curled her thumb and fingers round the shaft, slowly pulling it up and down, gazing in fascination as the foreskin slid back and forth over the angry-looking head. Awesome! Wonderful! She looked at the pubic hair, dark and curly. It brought back memories of seeing her father’s stiff cock as it pulled away from her whimpering mum. Sticky and angry-looking.

Shula had woken up to hear her mother moaning in the next room. It had scared her. The bed creaked heavily in the next room. There was a lot of bumping. Although she was scared, she was curious. Creeping to her parent’s bedroom door, she looked through the crack. Her mother gave a stifled wailing cry. Painful! Almost a scream. Lying naked, face down on the bed, her father was lying on her bouncing up and down, grunting loudly. ‘You’re killing me!’ her mother cried into the pillow.

Shula had thought he was really hurting her, so agonizing was the cry. And when he rolled off, she saw this enormous, angry looking thing sticking up out of his belly. In her young mind, she’d thought he’d tried to murder her with it. She was terrified. Creeping back into bed, she cried. It happened once or twice after that. Her mum always ended up wailing and giving these stifled cries. Shula could never understand why my dad wanted to hurt her. She never ever told anybody. Now, of course, she realized what a glorious object it was. And what ecstasy and agony an orgasm could be. But it had put her off allowing herself to be penetrated.

Then, suddenly, the cock lunged forward at her, bringing her back to the present. Shula opened her mouth without a thought, allowing the hard cock to slide into her hot mouth.

Heavenly!

As she concentrated on the sensation of her mouth-filled cock, another hand grasped her wrist, guiding her fingers to another shaft of stiff flesh, wrapping it round the girth. She started to work it up and down as she sucked the first cock, now fucking her mouth slowly and sensuously. Behind her, fingers were still exploring her vulva, now dripping with anticipation. Searching her vagina. Different fingers. Hey! Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Tony, the rotter, had slipped out of the car to encourage a third man to grope her pussy. Glorious! She didn’t care! She was loving it! More! More, she thought, closing her eyes, lost in the sheer lascivious feeling coursing through her body. Fingers were actually penetrating her private passage. Her dripping vagina. Searching for the secret hidden between her thighs, enclosed in folds of flesh.

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I learned a Great deal in High School

My Junior year was one that was a tremendous growth year, it started in World History class. I was in a lecture type of class that had approx. 150 students per class. And so it was easy to sit close to the back and not think about anything, except the body of the teachers assistant. I will call her Sheila for lack of a better choice, the need for anonymity will become obvious soon.

I should say, at this point, that due to some illnesses early in life my schooling started late and therefore I had just turned 18 at the beginning of my junior year.

From the time I first entered the classroom, my eyes would search the room for her. Platinum blonde hair, approximately 5’3” with a tiny frame that probably did not weigh over 118 pounds soaking wet with rocks in her pockets. As the days progressed, I found that she was the mother of one of my classmates, although he and I were never what you would consider friends, I was acquainted with him, and we did speak when we saw each other in the hallways.

My tendancy toward wild living and juvenile delinquency were well known throughout the school, and the use of my fathers stash of adult magazines helped with my sexual education so it was easy for me to enter into a fantasy life that included Sheila.

My grades were failing because I did not attend school most of the time, and World History was a solid F after just a few months into the year. So it was not surprising when Sheila approached me and asked me to stop by after school. I thought she would be giving me a pep talk about doing better and studying harder. Since many of my fantasies had begun with just such an occurrence, when I arrived at the room on the appointed day, my mind was definitely not on school work. She was seated at her desk to the left of the doorway into the lecture hall when I arrived. I entered and she motioned for me to sit down. I should mention that she was a natural platinum blonde. And had the pale almost translucent skin that goes along with that. Wearing a proper while blouse with the top buttons open she looked demurely at me and then turning to face me, gave me a look at her crossed legs. She mentioned that she had been noticing my grades and the fact that I seldom handed in any homework. I shrugged, not really paying too much attention to what she was saying, paying considerably more attention to the legs in front of me. It was with surprise that I drug my attention back to what she was saying…”You need to make up some tests in order to get even a D in this class and I would be willing to help you do that, and to pass the tests if you were interested.” I was not sure what she meant and said so, she smiled and handed me one of the pre-printed tests I had taken earlier. “Take the test for me, and we will see how you do.”

With that I sat at the edge of her desk and proceeded to answer the questions to the best of my ability, they were multiple choice and so I guessed at most of them. At one point she got up from her chair and moved to look over my right shoulder at my paper, Bending over closer in order to see, her blouse opened affording me a view of her small yet attractive cleavage. I looked unashamedly down her blouse as she seemed to not pay any attention to where my eyes were focused. Clucking her tongue at me she said, “You seem to be in need of more help than I thought at first…..have you not been paying attention in class at all?” “No, “ I responded, “his lectures would put a speed freak to sleep, and I have not been here that much either.” Returning to her chair she opened a file drawer and removed an answer key from it, handing it to me, she said. “Miss a few so it doesn’t look obvious.” Just as I was completing the test and had handed the answer key back to her, Mr. James, the head of the World History Dept. walked in. Sheila had just slipped the sheet back in the drawer as he entered. “Hello Stan,” he said, “what brings you after class of all things?” Sheila spoke up first. “He needed to make up a couple of the tests he has missed, and since I needed to be here anyway, I suggested he do it today.” “I didn’t think you were going to be using the office today.” “I wasn’t planning to,” he replied with a bit of annoyance in his tone that I didn’t understand, “I just forgot some papers and had to come back for them.” “How many more tests does Stan have to do?” Sheila appeared to consult a list and said “Three I Anadolu Yakası Escort believe, should be done by 5:00 or so.” “Very well then, but in the future, I prefer tests to be made up during class time, I thought I had made that clear to you before.” Mr. James was pointed in his statement and it was evident that he was not pleased. “Yes sir, I understand.” Sheila replied to his departing back as he left the building.” “That was too close for comfort,” She said to me after the door had closed behind him, “but I am glad you were here.” She leaned closer in a conspiratory manner and said, “He tends to get a bit fresh if I am here alone.” “ Stan,” she said, “do you know where I live?” “Sure, why?” I replied, thinking maybe a fantasy was about to come true. “I will take a couple more tests and answer keys to my apartment, and you give me about 30 minutes and then come and see me, park up the street and walk so no one sees your car.” “ I can’t risk being caught allowing you to see the answers.” I agreed and within the hour I was seated at her kitchen table.

The two tests she had brought home were quickly completed and we were chatting, she asked me if I drank beer, and I said I did, at which time she offered me one. This being Thursday and a school night, she said I must keep it to one and to enjoy it. “So, Mr. James gets a bit fresh when you are alone?” I asked, and she replied. “Yes, the bald old fart thinks I should sleep with him because his wife won’t.” “At least, that’s the excuse he uses.” “I am not in the least interested.” She said, I smiled and said, “Well you are pretty enough, you should be able to pick and choose who you want to spend time with.” Her eyes really looked into mine for a few seconds before she said. “Thank you, I am glad you think so.” “I Bet you say that to all the girls though.” “Yeah, right,” I replied, “I am so over run with dates, you know, my dad says there are two good looking girls in this town, one is dead and they haven’t found the other one yet. Present company excepted, of course.” I hastily added. “Noted.” she smiled, “You have got to be kidding me, I bet you have a stable full.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I really don’t, I have not had much experience at all, and the experience I had was not all that great.” I said, sipping my beer. “What was so bad about the experience you had?” She asked, seeming interested in me. I was nervous about taking this step, but I figured that If I didn’t try, I couldn’t possibly succeed. “Well, I have never been able to climax with a girl, no matter how long we have sex.” As I said this, I was studying the top of my beer can and wondering if I had over stepped, but this was the fantasy I had about her, and the reply to her question seemed completely natural. It seems that role-playing in sales training, and mental practice both have their basis in fantasy, because my answer to her question was accepted by her quite naturally. “Why is that?” She asked. “I don’t know, I have just never been able to.” I said. “Is it because you are nervous?” She asked. “No I am not nervous.” Then I told her about the time several of my friends and a girl had gotten together and she took all of us on, I was still in her and pumping away when she said that she was tired and wanted to stop. There were some more questions and answers but in the end, I finished my beer and she showed me to the door. Thinking that I had failed at the culmination of my fantasy I drove home and then masturbated when I arrived there to thoughts of her, and the memory of the view of her cleavage.

The following morning, as I arrived for class, she called to me from her office, I stuck my head in the door and she told me that there were still some tests to make up and if I wanted to come to her place after school, we could get them done. I readily agreed and waited impatiently for 3:00 to come.

At 4:00 that afternoon, I was again knocking at her door, my car being dutifully parked down the street from her house. Upon entering I took a seat at the kitchen table where there were test papers, answer keys, and an open beer waiting. She excused herself to go into the other room and I went to work on the papers and the beer, half way through the tests, she came back in and placed another can of beer in front of me. “Not too many beers if you are going to drive.” She said. I had finished the last of the tests and was drinking my third Pendik Escort beer when her son came home.

Jeff and I said hello, as I said he and I were acquainted and had not spent much time in school together. Jeff went to his mother gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He asked what was for dinner and if she minded if he went to the game. She suggested pizza, and he readily agreed. She then asked if I would like to join them. We suggested perhaps some more bear would be in order, to which she replied let’s go.

As the three of us piled into Sheila’s car, Jeff asked if we could buy extra beer so some friends could come by after the game. With one eyebrow raised as she asked how many friends, to which Jeff replied perhaps five or six. She needn’t have worried however, when the 15 friends arrived they had brought their own refreshments. When 10:00 PM arrived, the game was over, and then there was a fairly loud party going on in their tiny apartment. Sheila slipped her arm through mine and suggested that she and I take a walk as I had had a considerable amount of beer to drink. Looking up into my eyes she smiled and said, I really think this is a good idea. Shrugging my shoulders and acting a bit more intoxicated and I really was I followed her out the door toward the rear of the apartment complex. While I had done it over several hours I had consumed approximately a six-pack of beer. So I was not as under the influence as I appeared, my act was unnecessary as everyone else had consumed quite a bit more than I had and were beginning to find their way out and home.

The laundry room located at the rear of the apartment complex afforded a bit of privacy, Sheila, having not released her grip on my arm, steered me into the laundry room. I went willingly of course, she came into my arms once we were inside and I held her close. I felt her pelvis press against my male hardness as I bent my head down to kiss her lips. During the kiss her hand slipped down in between us and she rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. Breaking our kiss she looked up at me and said, “that feels like it works ok to me.” I said, “that part does, it is when I try to cum that it doesn’t.” We continued to kiss there in the laundry room and she breathed harder and harder as she strained against me. Finally she moved back from me, breathlessly saying, “We can’t get caught doing this.” I had no idea how long we had been gone but as we made our way back to the apartment, we discovered that we were the only ones there. She held her finger to her lips and then went into the hall. She returned and whispered that Jeff was in bed, Sheila then turned her back to me asking me to unzip her.
“Wait here.” She said as she walked across the living room floor slowly swaying her hips and smiling over her shoulder. I sat down on the couch to wait.

She returned soon in a powder blue Baby Doll nightgown and nothing else, I could see just a hint of the pink of her nipples, but as I looked lower I saw the triangle of hair that I had been fantasizing about for several months. Stepping toward me she tilted her head up for a kiss and I let my lips brush hers as I inhaled her scent. My head was spinning and it was not from the beer, my cock ached as it pressed against my zipper, she reached down and stroked it again as we kissed, out tongues fighting each other for control of the same territory, eventually she leaned back and said, “Come with me.”

Her bedroom was a typical apartment bedroom, dominated by a double bed with a dresser to the right of the bed and night stands on either side….the only light in the room coming from the street light outside the window. She turned as we entered the room and stepping around me gently closed the door. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and join me?”

I started removing my clothes, and when I stood up to remove my jeans after having removed my shoes and socks I turned to face her before moving them down over my hips. I am well endowed and the erection I was sporting caused her to take a deep breath and smile. She held out her arms to me and I laid down beside her on the bed. Her baby doll outfit was loose fitting and very sheer, she had small but firm breasts and I had heard that they were more sensitive than large ones, so I decided to experiment…as I kissed her I slid my hand down her side and then back up under her top, caressing her left breast as we kissed, then as we broke the Kurtköy Escort kiss, she said…”Suck my nipples.” I dutifully did my best to suck and lick each one individually, giving fair attention to each one as she pulled her top off and began to squirm. I kept sucking her and in the process moved between her legs…her moans became louder as I pressed my cock into her center and she gripped my ass with her hands, and drug me into her.

“I get really noisy when I make love and we don’t want to wake Jeff so when I start to get too loud just put your hand over my mouth.” My cock was settling into the depth of her as she said the last, and true to her word, as I began to slide in and out of her slick channel she began to moan, quietly at first and then faster and quite a bit louder. I looked at the clock radio and it said 1:35 AM. As she began to get hotter, she gripped me around the waist with her legs and held on to me tightly. She was grinding up against my pubic bone with her clit and being impaled as she was on my cock, she was able to rock back and forth under me and have one climax after another. I had started kissing her as she began to get more vocal and in between kisses she would beg me to come. “unnnngggghhhhhhk, it feels so big and hot…..ohhhhhhh keep it in me…..are you going to cum yet?” “I want you to fill me with you cum…..ohhhh, fuck me baby, oh I want it, come on and fill me up.” Then she would get louder and I would have to cover her mouth while she came. After one particularly hard climax she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up until she could look me in the eyes. “You beautiful, beautiful, man.” “I have never been fucked like this in my life, but I don’t know how much more I can take, I am really tired.” I smiled and told her that we could rest some if she liked and rolling off of her to the side she snuggled up into the crook of my arm and breathed a sigh of contentment.

After a while she reached down and began to play with my cock, which was still hard, and kissing my chest. “Are you ever going to cum for me?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “I have never done that with a woman yet.” “But you can cum by your self, by jacking off?” She asked. “Sure, everything works just fine that way.” I answered. “What will make you cum with me then?” She pressed, and I said “well, maybe if you sucked it.” I could feel her stiffen and she said, “Now that is something I have never done before.” “Well,” I said, “I have never had that done either but it is supposed to feel really good so that might do the trick.” She seemed to consider for a moment and then inched her way down to my cock and holding it up tentatively kissed it with her lips, and then she opened her mouth and lowered over me, her inexperience was apparent, and even though I did not know at the time, there is such a thing as a bad blow job. She tried but she could not bring me to orgasm with her mouth and so I just laid there and reveled in the knowledge that I was in the mouth that my history teacher most wanted…..and grinned real big in the night.

I glanced over at the clock and it was after 3:00 AM when she quit fellating me and straddled me, once again, impaling herself on my hard cock. She began to rock back and forth on my cock as I enjoyed the show, I watched as her face went through all the expressions as she used my body for her own needs. The feeling of her velvety smooth pussy gripping me and stroking me was incredible as she rode me to one climax after another…each time my hand would leave her hip or her breast to cover her mouth as the throes of her climax elicited loud vocalizations….after several of those she collapsed on top of me saying. “Never, never, have I cum so much or had such a great time in bed….thank you.” “You are most welcome, and thank you, I know now what it is like to make love to a real woman, and I will not forget this night.” I said holding her tight. She rolled off of me and I pulled the covers up listening as she fell asleep, then slipping from her bed, I put my clothes on and drove home.

I later learned that the things that were causing my problems were simply focus, more than anything, but it did give me the ability to engage in marathon sex, because, until I want to focus on a climax, I will just stay hard and fuck. That was the first of many experiences of this kind. I found that older women loved a hard cock that would stay that way until they were done with it, and so my teenage years were filled with one adventure after another. My friends mother’s, at least a few of them, got to enjoy it, and I them. But those are other stories. If you liked this vote or send feedback, and I may put pen to paper and submit some of the subsequent adventures. Thanks

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This story is a prequel of my first story, “Going Up”. I decided to write another one after a very nice comment on this story. Some of the feedback in the forum I got included the need for more depth of character and what the roles of the characters are. I hope to have filled in some blanks with this story. If you like the stories, please let me know. I have some more ideas where this weekend could be heading, so there could be more to come. If you have any tips, advice or requests for future or other stories, please let me know.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Finally, I would like to thank my editor, Dawn Johnson, for again helping me with my story. Dawn, good luck with your thesis!

Roxann prepares

Slowly I start moving up from the deep depths of sleep, as morning’s sunlight filters through my closed eyelids. I remember faintly that something good was going to happen today, but it is just beyond my reach as I stir under my sheets.

Then I remember: you and I are having our first weekend away together! And I am going to take our relationship to another level, take you into new sexual territory, where you have never been before. I think you are ready for it and will enjoy it!

I open my eyes with that last thought in my head, giving me a tingle of excitement for a brief moment. As I stretch and yawn, I throw back the sheets and get out of bed. Peeking out of the window to look at the weather, then heading to the bathroom, my mind wanders back to you and what has happened between us over the past month.

It has gone so fast, from “just friends” to lovers. The day after our first night together as lovers, you didn’t even know what to do with yourself! I giggle when I think back to that look on your face the next morning, like you had died and gone to heaven. And at the same time you looked almost embarrassed, once I woke up. I took the boy to bed the night before, and woke up with you as a man that morning.

But all our talks before, all those questions you asked me about everything even remotely sexual have paid off; you did everything right that first night. Wow, the things you could already do to me… it sends a shiver of lust down my spine thinking back on that night. You are already so much more involved and caring when we make love, compared to my previous lovers. The way your fingers explored my body that night, gently caressing every inch, it felt like sparks were shooting from your fingertips to my skin; you made me feel so beautiful, sexy and loved, then.

Coming back from the bathroom I see my already packed suitcase, ready for the trip and waiting in the corner of the room. I get a text message from you. I quickly read it, confirming my thoughts: you will be here at 11 to pick me up. It should give me enough time, as I quickly glance over to the clock on my nightstand. Yup, just enough time to prepare myself for you, in ways which you cannot imagine yet…

I got my ideas for what to do this coming weekend after our long talks together, and those looks you had when we were shopping. Whilst I was looking through a rack of dresses I could see you wander around, from the corner of my eye, looking at dresses and sneaking a peek to see if anyone was watching you. Then you would touch the fabric of a dress you liked, and linger around it, hoping that I would notice your choice.

Another subtle hint was during the time we were at my parents place and I took out the formal dress I bought for a black tie event to get a box out of the attic, I saw your eyes pop and took note of that for future use.

Of course, I could also see your eyes wander over women walking the streets, lingering when you saw a woman wearing something you liked.

Not that that happened much, you only had eyes for me, even then, when we were just friends. But all those little things have added up, and now I am going to make use of them, to move things up a level with you.

And putting my plan in action, I spent a lot of time in the shops and online stores, searching, selecting, trying on, rejecting, finally finding and then buying a lot of different things to wear. I had a lot of fun buying and even more fun trying everything on at home. Wearing them, I can now see why you like some of the things I bought, when you saw other women wearing them. I first did not really get the point. I mean, I do like to be well-dressed, but for instance a cotton night-dress is just as good as a satin one, I thought. How wrong I was…you are taking me into new sexual territory as well, even though you do not know, yet. But after this weekend, that will have changed.

As I make some tea and toast, I think back to how everything started with us. How did we end up as lovers finally, and why did it take so long anyway? It feels like I have lost precious time already by not having acknowledged our love sooner.

The first time was two years ago, when Al invited Ataşehir Escort you to come along. He couldn’t find the bar I had suggested, since he didn’t know the city we were both living in. I had my chaperone with me, after just breaking up a steady relationship, I could use the distraction. And so you walked in… just switched to another college, moving like you were still 40 lbs too heavy, which you weren’t anymore, and dressed on clothes two sizes too large, in the way mom likes to dress you. In short, awkward and geeky in almost every way. But your eyes, they had a certain something when I looked into them. A deeper sense of … recognition of a kindred spirit? I am a real down-to-earth girl, but that first meeting seemed almost like destiny. And we had a good time, we really got going together, we had a click, call it what you want.

We started to meet regularly and chatted a lot online. It seemed inevitable for the outsider that we were going to end up being a couple. But we managed to keep it off a very long time, after the promise you made a month or so after we met. We were becoming closer and I was afraid to get into another situation in which someone becomes infatuated with me, while I just wanted to remain friends. I hated to hurt your feelings, you seemed so naïve and vulnerable then, and I did not want to lose you. No, you would not fall in love with me, we would remain friends, you promised me solemnly that evening on my couch. And we remained friends, but became very close, while you took your first steps in dating women and letting me help you get rid of your geekiness. You finally were starting to come out of your shell, you kept asking me advice about women, how to act, what to do, like I was your best buddy, instead of a woman.

On the other hand, I could call you in the middle of the night, you would listen to all my moaning and complaining about my love life and then ask me to come over, sit me down with a good movie and a bucket of popcorn, and we could enjoy being together, thereby making me forget my troubles.

We were great friends together, shared a lot of good times, and bad as well. I laugh as I remember the time I bruised my ankle during a night out and you ended up taking me piggy-back all the way back to the car, making neighing sounds all the way. People around us said we were a couple. We just did not know it yet, but we certainly behaved like one.

We very physical then, cuddling a lot and never letting each other out of our sight. Everybody was right, we just did not realize it back then.

I thought of you as my big brother and could tell you anything. But then things changed subtly. After a short fling I was fed up and dumped that guy. He was just not connecting with me, in a way you could. I felt I could not pour my heart out with him. Oh, sex was great, ballistic, that is what kept us going for so long. I am not a wallflower when it comes to sex. I have done a lot of things; I have been very experimental, both in and out of bed. That last guy could keep up with my sexual hunger. But it grew old eventually. I ended up comparing him to you, and started getting frustrated with the situation, seeing more and more things that were lacking. Why can’t men be more like you?

You even knew how to turn me on, to my surprise. We were at your place, where I had crashed on your couch after ending another disastrous fling with another guy. I had changed into my cotton sleep shirt, and was in my sleeping bag. You were sitting at my feet and we ended up discussing foreplay, how you would like to perform with a woman. And as you were telling me about it, I started imagining it as I closed my eyes: I would sit on my bed, naked. As you stand behind me and tie a silk scarf around my head to cover my eyes, you softly tell me to lie down. I lie there, waiting for what comes next, all my senses heightened. Then I feel something softly touch my cheek, stroking it gently. As it traces the contour of my cheek and tracks my lips, I realize it is a large feather. It slowly then goes down my neck, tracing the arch of my collarbone, down between my arm, lightly brushing my breast. I hear my breath catch in my throat as the feather starts moving sideways, gently caressing the underside of my breasts, before starting to go up between them. I feel my nipples harden when the feather starts to get closer to them, and a warm feeling in between my legs starts to radiate outwards.

My skin feels charged, my breathing deepens as the feather starts nearing my nipple…

I snapped out of my daydream with the realization that I was becoming wet and my nipples were hard, caused by you!

“Stop…just stop talking,” I exclaimed suddenly as I opened my eyes and laid my hand on your knee.

“Why, what’s wrong?” you asked, puzzled.

“Oh, ehm..nothing, I am just tired, and the way that this night’s date went with that guy is still bothering me. I just want to sleep now, sorry.” My excuse sounded paper-thin to me and Kadıköy Escort I was afraid you would see right through it. I crawled into my sleeping bag and tried to look tired.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Oh, okay, I understand. You do not want to hear me moan about what I would do once I get the chance.” You stood up from the couch and zipped my sleeping bag up for me.

“Sleep well, wake me if you need anything, okay?” you said as you leaned over me to adjust my pillow.

You kissed me goodnight and went to bed. As soon as I heard your door close and the light go off, I had to do something to release that pent-up energy in me. It did not take long, I was so hot after your story. I was soaking wet, and it took a lot of control to reach my orgasm without making too much noise. I imagined it was your hand pleasuring me, as I lay there writhing with pleasure on your couch.

Afterwards I felt empty, wishing someone could give me both the physical satisfaction the other guys gave me, and the emotional bond I had with you.

Not long after that, you took me to a party and I needed some instant gratification to quench my sexual hunger, so I ended up getting drunk and started French kissing a random guy in a back room. The look on your face when you accidentally walked in — I could see the jealousy burning off your face. That party was over before it even begun, as we left. I felt ashamed when you took me home.

The ride back was quiet and awkward, but I already knew then that you felt the same way about me as I did about you, things were changing between us. Your failed attempts at dating weren’t helping. I had a good feeling about what caused that. But what about our promise? I knew you were a man of your word, and was worried the promise would stand between us. At the same time, I did not want to lose you and your friendship. When we got back to my place, you let me out and took me to my door. As I opened the door and looked back in your eyes, I saw my feelings reflected in yours: you wish you could take it a step further but was afraid to. The goodnight hug we had then was normal routine by then for us, but I could feel the longing in your arms and we lingered far longer in each other’s grasp. I tried to get more than a peck on the cheek from you, but failed then. I went to bed that evening feeling torn and miserable.

The next weekend was the breakthrough I was hoping for. You were coming over for a movie weekend, a regular date we have. I was nervous that afternoon when I went out shopping for that evening, I had even forgotten my shopping list, which took me ages to make in the first place, I just could not focus. I kept thinking of you and wondering what the evening would bring. I dared to wear a sweater with a very wide neck, so it would hang to one side and show a bare shoulder, just a bit more effort but not too much, to see if you would notice. When you finally arrived, the evening started off as usual. I cooked something for us to eat whilst watching the movie as you busied yourself with setting up the DVD. You then came hanging around in the kitchen, passing time chatting with me. But I could tell things were different for you as well, by subtle changes. The pauses between sentences were longer, the looks you gave me lingered longer, there was tension in the air. As you leaned forward to grab the plates, you placed a hand on my waist, which stayed there longer then I was used too. Your closeness to me gave me goose bumps, where your hand rested my skin felt almost on fire.

As we finally sat down on the couch and started the movie, we enjoyed the meal and then cuddled together as we usually did, under an old blanket. We had a bottle of wine, which did not last long. The mood was rising, I decided to crack open the bottle of whiskey I was saving for special times.

The booze got to me, I would not say I got drunk that night, but I did have far less restraint than usual. As we sat there, on the couch, talking the night away, enjoying each other’s company, I started feeling that same emptiness again, which was stronger now I was with you and yet nót with you, if you understand what I mean. I tried to push it away, but you were so gentle, holding me, playing with my hair, that I started crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“It …is …just ….that….why…can’t….I ..find someone…like….like….”

“Like what?” you asked gently, as you hold me tight.

“Like y….YOU!” I blurt out finally.

I felt you tense up, and I was afraid I had crossed a line. For what felt like an eternity, we sat like that. Then you held me tighter for till I calmed down, let me go and then looked at me.

“I think you are a wonderful woman. You certainly are going to find someone that deserves you. I really wish that I could find a woman like you; you tick all the boxes for me. But,” you stood up, taking me with you, “for now, we are going to bed to sleep. We have both had too much to drink. Tomorrow you will feel Bostancı Escort a lot better, aside from the hangover we are definitely going to have.”

You pecked me on the cheek and wanted to go to your bedroom. I did not let go of your hand as you wanted to walk away. You stopped, looked at my hand holding yours, then looked me in the eye, puzzled.

“Would you please…sleep in my bed with me tonight? I feel alone and I do not want to sleep alone”.

You thought for a moment, but it seemed to last too long. Finally you nodded with a smile.

“I’ll get an extra pillow for me, you brush your teeth and change.” You gave me an encouraging squeeze in my hand and then I could let go.

After you had gone, I quickly darted into the bathroom, changed, brushed and got to your room. You had made the bed up for two, and pulled the sheet up to let me crawl in. You went to the bathroom and came back after five minutes. As I lay in bed waiting for you, I felt so nervous like I was still a virgin waiting for her first lover. I still did not know where the night was leading to, what you were going to do, what I was going to do, if anything at all was going to happen.

Of course I hoped that something would happen, but I did not have a real clue to what, just a feeling of hope that it would work out, in some way, for the best for both of us.

You came into the room, and switched off the main light, only the light on your bedside table was left on. You walked over to your side of the bed, lifted the sheets and get in with me. “This is it,” I thought to myself , as I feel my heart skip a beat…

…Wow, time flies when you are daydreaming! I put the dish and cup in the dishwasher and quickly run a bath. I want to get ready for you! I take a peek at the clock above my kitchen counter to see how much time

I still have before you get here. Satisfied, I go to my bedroom.

I lay out my travelling wardrobe for the trip to the hotel, I have a feeling you will love it. The natural silk fabric of the dress I found is just what you love. The boots I bought are lying in their box, still in their wrapping paper. I can’t wait to see your face when you see me wearing them.

And, as a finishing touch, the red satin panties. I can feel a

mischievous grin on my face as I imagine myself wearing the complete ensemble. I pick up the panties, these were a real find, I love the feel of them. I can’t wait to wear them as well, and to feel you taking them off me even more.

The bath is ready. I quickly take off my satin nightdress, one of my other new purchases, thanks to you, although you do not know it yet.

There is so much for you to find out, all the surprises I have in store for you, I cannot wait! It is true what they say, giving is far better than receiving. And you have given me so much, now is the time for me to give back to you.

First I take my razor, and shave off my pubic hair, I want to be smooth as silk, everywhere. I think the panties will look better that way.

Gently, taking my time, I remove the hairs, which have grown back quite a bit. I haven’t shaved in a long time, as you never asked for it. This is going to be one of other my surprises for you. I tried to keep everything as normal as possible, just like vanilla ice, but even that gets boring after a while and could use some more spice, don’t you think?

Once I am finished, I put on some soothing music, do a quick time, check and get in to soak. As the warm water soothes me, I feel my skin to see if I have left any stubble. As my finger glides over my lips, I glance over to the bed and see my clothes lying there, waiting for you to admire. Another tingle of excitement, this time more sensual and deeper, races through my body, as I lazily caress my skin, closing my eyes…

My mind wanders back to my daydream I was having of that night, once you got in bed with me. As you got in bed, you pecked me on the cheek and turned the light off, making the room dark. I could swear you could hear my heart racing as I lay there with you. I snuggled against you, as you wrapped your arm around me. Now what do I do? What are you going to do?

Nothing, it looked like. It did not take long before I could hear your breathing deepen, as you fell asleep. I lay my head on my pillow and started to sink away as well. I started to imagine what should have happened, imagine you again, with that feather, teasing me. This time I started dreaming, and I let my dream carry me on. In my dream, the feather went on, down my belly, over my hip, on to the inside of my leg, before starting its way up again. I felt myself getting hot, aroused, screaming to be touched. I couldn’t help it and my hand slid down, stroked my lips, then parted them, as my finger found what it was looking for. I dreamt that your hand then slid down my arm, gently pushing it aside, and you took over. I breathed harder as I felt the tension build. I started writhing on the bed, waves of pleasure emanating from between my legs as your fingers worked their magic.

Then, I slowly woke, as I realized that your hand really was between my legs! I moaned as another wave rushed through me, as I pressed my hips against your hand. I looked sideways, trying to see you in the dark.

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I am writing this more for my guilty ego for taking a gift and trashing it. Also to show the female readers that men do have feelings…………it just may take us several years to realize and admit them!

MY REGINA; HER GIFT TO ME

The year was 1986, and I was close to graduating from the University. I was far from being sexual inexperienced as most students are.

Her name was Regina, and she was new that year. I had a couple other relationships throughout the year, but it seemed Regina was the one always catching my eye.

What can I say about sweet Regina, she had longer brown hair, big old sexy doe eyes, a very smooth complexion and a smile that could light up any room. Regina also had those swollen succulent lips that women now go get injections to achieve. Guys know what I am talking about, lips that just seem so soft plump and cushiony when kissing!! I became a sucker for her lips after the first kiss.

I can’t say enough about her beauty, she had me hook line and sinker, and I was smitten and bitten by the love bug. Regina was so lovely; I guess I should mention her physical charms. As the old Bob Seeger song said that she points way up high, he must have been talking about Regina. She was blessed with lovely firm c cups and also with a cutest damn butt you can imagine, all wrapped up in a petite little 5 foot 2 inch package.

I wasn’t the most popular guy by any means but I was easy on the eyes as I have been told, and I asked her out. I knew from talking with her throughout our relationship, that she really hadn’t gone with many guys, and was still a Virgin.

Regina had a big old Daddy and he had all girls, no boys what so ever. That was the main problems with Regina; a big old daddy meant no going out on dates.

Our relationship was mostly at school and school events. We would occasionally see each other outside of school, but not much.

It was late spring (May) and she told me that her girlfriend was spending the night with her and that they were going down to the creek the next day.

I told her that I would Şerifali Escort meet them there. I was elated to see her that Saturday afternoon, she had on a red bikini, the side’s ties on her succulent hips and the top tied around her neck. This girl, my little princess was just drop dead gorgeous!

We played around in the water a little with her girlfriend and her little sister and then she and I, (She and I was our song too, back then it was a hit by Alabama) walked down the creek a ways. We settled on a little gravel bar and started making out, it was the first time I had really been in a position with her where we were alone and we could really get our groove on.

I untied her red top and for the first time saw her awe inspiring breasts, and they were just absolutely perfect, capped off with fat erect nipples that I had to immediately start sucking. I started rubbing my finger threw her swollen lips, still hidden beneath her bottoms, her excitement though was shown by the ever growing wet spot.

My finger crept under her red bottoms and found her treasure that had been untouched until now. I traced her swollen lips from the top to the bottom of her mound and made quick little circles around her clit, eliciting little girl gasps from a young woman.

I rose to my knees and took in her beauty, lying before me was the little princess of my dreams, allowing me the pleasures that no one had ever known. I felt so damn lucky, how the hell did I get here?

My hands traveled up the outside of her young thighs, trying to keep my movements slow

It seemed an eternity until I reached the tie strings of her bikini bottoms. I slowly untied them with my shaking fingers, once loose I folded the top down to reveal her dark brown bush. In all my years, I still love a woman to have a bush. I dropped the front of the bottoms to the ground between her outstretched thighs and gently spread her legs.

I wanted nothing more than to jump her bones and go to town, but I wanted to keep things slow and easy as this was her first time.

I Göztepe Escort leaned in close to her and started running my tongue through her swollen wet lips. Regina was very tense and I was trying to calm her down, her virginity warning buzzers were surely going off in her pretty little head. I would like to say that I ate her to her first orgasm, but being real here, I highly doubt there are many females that do have orgasms when they are deflowered…….hell, they are scarred of the unknown.

I rose up on my knees and I pushed down my cut off jean shorts and leaned over her.

I asked her if she was ok and she slightly nodded her head, I leaned on down and made contact with our lips, trying to calm her and reassure her. My right hand grasped my dick and I made contact with her wet pussy lips. I traced the head back and forth between her lips plowing her Garden of Eden.

I slowed as the head was nice and wet with her moisture and stopped at her entrance. I truly cared for this young lady and was not going to do anything she didn’t want me to do. I asked her, are you ready. She slightly nodded her head and I slowly started to push into her. Regina started stuttering nononononno, ………………..and yes I stopped.

I had slowly started penetrating her and had only had my head inside when she stopped me.

I rose back up off of her and she couldn’t get her bottoms tied quickly enough. Regina had almost given herself away, going close to the edge teetering and then falling back to safety. I was disappointed, but I never wanted to push her. That pretty well concluded the events for that day.

We again found ourselves at the creek the following Sunday. Here she was again in her little red suit. We were by ourselves this time and we swam a little and then we found ourselves at the gravel bar as the previous weekend. I loved playing and sucking on her breasts. I lowered her bottoms and started licking between her luscious swollen lips. I think she had already decided how the day was to turn out as she seemed much calmer. I reached Ümraniye Escort up and held her hands as I continued to lick at her pussy.

I again rose up and lowered my cutoffs; I then moved over her and leaned down to her.

I kissed her and started running the head of my dick back and forth between her lips.

When I was fully wet and ready I slowed the pace and stopped at her entrance. I paused and looked into her eyes and asked, (are you ready) she nodded and I slowly started pushing into her.

I took everything as slow as possible wanting to ensure she was alright. After I had complete penetration I stopped and asked if she was alright. I started rocking back and forth within her and picked up a nice pace, and loving the way her tits had that slight bounce in time with my thrusts. It didn’t take long and I was nearing orgasm, I knew I couldn’t come inside her and I wasn’t wearing a Jimmy, I barely made it pulling out and sprinkled her torso as I shot all over her.

We kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other, I was still hard and slid back into her and started stroking back and forth within her again. I couldn’t get enough of her and quickened my pace. Since already coming once, I lasted a lot longer this time. I continued stroking in and out of her, as I neared orgasm. I wanted nothing more to come inside her.

It was a hard decision and I almost emptied myself into her, but at the last millisecond I pulled out and was shooting as I left her, she shockingly shrieked Mike as she felt me blasting as I withdrew.

It would be great if our relationship lasted longer or that there was a better tale of more sex, how ever I was graduating school three weeks later. Our senior skip party was over Memorial day weekend, I overindulged at the three day party and word travels fast enough that by Tuesday she already knew of my indulges with another.

In closing, when you get older you have the opportunity to look back at your triumphs and your failures, good/bad ideas. I look back now and I truly wish I had been smart enough to care and not be so disrespectful by cheating on Regina three weeks after she gave me a gift that a young lady only haves to give to one lucky man. I do know it is possible to truly case for someone and it is up to your own will power to keep the faith and respect of another.

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NOTE: This continues the story of Abby and Vince. She visits him at college.

*****

“Abby, slow down, you’ve already explained the list of numbers three times. I’m your brother; I’ve been here a few times and know my way around the house.”

“Yeah, I’m nervous about visiting Vince at college.”

“Really, I don’t know what you packed but I’ve never seen you use just one suitcase a duffle bag and your carry on, unless you were going on a road trip to McDonald’s.”

“Funny, ha ha.”

“Don’t know why you’re nervous. He’s been up twice last month, only fair you visit him. Besides, he wants to show you off.”

“Show me off?”

“Yes, he’s happy and proud that you’re his girlfriend and is looking forward to homecoming.”

“So, he told you about our first date, huh.”

“Sort of, he’s not a kiss and tell guy. Yes, he mentioned he’s not a virgin and that you were wonderful. Commented, with a nice smile, about a most enjoyable breakfast and enjoying the time you two are together.”

“He didn’t give you any details?”

“Nope but I’m all ears if you want to,”

“I’m not telling my brother any details; just use your imagination.”

“Well, your bags are in the trunk, the dress, just in case, in hanging up. The tank is full and it’s a three to four hour drive. The kids will be fine, I’ve got plenty of beer, and Jane will be spending the weekend so I’ll be pleasantly semi-occupied.”

“I’ll call when I get there. I’ve got his room and cell numbers and his dorm name.”

While driving, Abby spent some of the time, figuring out what she’d do when she saw him. She was wearing a front button red toned skirt, black shirt and light leather jacket. Her hand went between her legs as she drove.

I’m horny, I miss him and now I’m getting wet. A big hug, sexy kisses and when we’re in his room Vince is getting fucked!

She got there in just over three hours, parked in the back of his dorm and called his room, no answer. So she went inside and sat in the common room, and called his cell. It went to message.

“Vince, I’m at your dorm, call me back…Love you.”

Here phone’s ring tone, Long Cool Woman sounded.

“Hello, sexy.”

“High Abby, where are you?”

“I’m in the room with the TV and coke machine.”

“Great, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, just getting out from student teaching. Are you hungry?”

A soft and little sultry “Yes,” was her reply.

“Good. When I get there, I’ll change my clothes and then we can get something to eat. Love you to.”

Twenty minutes later, Vince arrived. “Hello Abby, I’m so glad you made it. Hope your drive was okay? God I missed you.”

Abby had gotten up from the couch and was walking to him. He’s in a shirt and tie, another one I like.

“Vince, stop talking,” as one arm encircled his neck, while the other his waist, like twin pythons, pulling him into her as she quickly licked her lips, before they landed on his, her tongue charging into his mouth, as she lightly hummed, while Vince’s arms wrapped around her back, pulling Abby close as well.

Their kiss lasted several minutes, before they came up for air.

“Not that I’m complaining, Vince, but, did you get all dressed up for lil’ol me,” as she batted her eyelashes quickly, as she loosened his tie and undid the top button.

“No, there was open house at the school for the students and their families, but you were next on the list.”

“Well, I do see a tie I’d like to add to my collection and maybe a shirt. Let’s go get by bags.”

One suitcase, a duffle bag and a makeup case were placed on the floor, he hung her dress in the closet.. No sooner had he done that, Abby pushed Vince against a wall, her mouth attacking his, her tongue a torpedo, forcing its way into Vince’s mouth, while her hands removed his tie.

“It’s been almost three weeks and I’m going to fuck you, dearest.”

Her hands unbuckled his belt, then jerked his pants and briefs to his knees, just after his hands unbuttoned her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Abby then began walking Vince to his bed, pushing him down. Her wet panties were quickly removed and tossed.

“Dear, my pussy is hungry and needs to fuck a big hard dick…yours!” She ripped his shirt open, buttons flying, then she positioned his already leaking and slick shaft and slammed her pussy onto it.

The both arched their backs. Vince reached for her tits but Abby just grabbed his hands, pushing them above his head, as she lowered her head to his, lightly biting his lips, then jamming her tongue into his delicious mouth and squeezing his dick each time she did.

“I’m fucking your mouth and cock at the same time and it feels so good. I mean really good.”

She continued riding his shaft up, down and in circles, hard and fast for about five minutes when she felt his manhood tighten. She sat up, leaning back as far as she could.

“Oh my fucking god, Vince, that feels so utterly fantastic!” He body felt Bostancı Escort like it was burning up and about to explode. Very soon, Abby had an intense orgasm.

“Oh god Vince!” she flushed, wave after wave of her woman’s juice and felt Vince’s cock erupt like a volcano, at the same time. She just sat on Vince, squeezing his penis and reveling in the orgasm that they had both just had.

That was memorable and we came at the same time! Abby had a smile almost from ear to ear as she looked down at her lover. Should I tell him? I will later.

She rolled off of Vince, snuggling up close and holding him as he placed an arm around her. Abby’s left hand was tracing randomly on his T-shirt, while her other hand was playing with his hair.

“That was…uh, well um, I will need to buy a new shirt.”

“Sorry about that, I’ll take it home and replace the buttons,” Abby replied, giving Vince a kiss.

“That was more my first quickie with you, but, to your credit, because of you. Thinking about your body, its curves, your hard prick, the way your tongue tantalizes me. I just had to fuck your body. What are you thinking?” Abby was now looking at him, her head supported by her right arm. He’s confused

“I was shocked, surprised, pleasantly. I never thought of a woman wanting to just fuck. Yet the way my cock felt, the way you feel lying next to me is worth it. I’ll consider quickies as a sex pop quiz. Did I get an A?”

“My dear, you got a 100 with 7 bonus points for being prepared for class.”

Abby, leaned her head to his and they started kissing, tongues dancing. Vince’s’ hands were going under her shirt. She felt her bra snaps come apart as Vince’s hands teasing and played with her tits and now, hard nipples. Her right hand pulling his head close, while the left found his growing penis. Shortly after his roving hand found what he sought, his finger began entering her pussy as he rolled to her, putting Abby on her back. His lips now licking her neck as he whispered “Make up test.”

“Oh, teacher, won’t you get in trouble doing it with a student?”

“This is adult education.” Vince inserted just the tip of his enlarged member and left it there but flexed it inside her wet pussy.

“I see that someone has been studying and it feels great.”

Vince teased her for a while, before pulling out, smiling as he got on his knees.

“Put your thighs right here, Abby,” he tapped just below his shoulders.

She did as he asked, draping her lower legs over his shoulders. Vince began sliding his cock on her wet and slippery labia and clitoris.

“Oh my Vince, where did you learn of this position?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you. For now be quiet and let me pleasure us both, because my dick is feeling as great as you are wet.”

Two months and he’s learning my body very well.

“You’d better stop knocking at my door and come inside and play or there will be hell to pay.”

It took Vince longer than Abby was able to wait. Her hand snaked down and assisted his 7 inches to its proper destination. Vince slowly sank his shaft into her love canal and slowly out. Then he moved his hips sideways, his hands pulling her thighs close as he leaned in. Her pussy was squeezing his cock.

“Abby, this feels great.”

“You’re surprise in screwing me is fucking great, pound that magic wand in to my pussy and I want your mouth on mine.”

Abby used her legs to pull Vince from kneeling to lying on her as her legs wrapped around his hips.

“Fill me dear, blast your cum from that cannon of yours. I’m coming.”

Abby’s legs pulled Vince as close as they could. Her mouth enveloped his as her tongue slammed its way into his mouth. She raised her hips as the waves of pleasure swept over her and she felt the heat radiating from her body, when Vince’s cannon fired filling her with the best ammo she’d ever felt.

“Just stay on top of me for a while, I’ll try to keep you hard, as long as I can.” She began squeezing his dick, licked his lips while seeing her reflection in his amber eyes.

Could I be?

Abby’s efforts kept Vince hard enough for about ten minutes of romantic kissing and enjoyment, before his penis slipped out. He rolled to his side.

“Abby, we should change and then I can give you a tour of the college and then some dinner at the dining hall.”

“Well, aren’t you the big spender. It’s been three weeks and you spring for college food.”

“Actually the food is rather good. Then we can get some ice cream in town.”

“Hm, wouldn’t have anything to do with the first time we had ice cream, would it?”

“Could be, then there’s a party at my frat house. Along the way I want you to meet my friends.”

“Well I do like the getting dressed part and then you can tell me where you got that inspirational idea on how to make love.”

“That’s easy, I’ll show you.”

Vince got up and went over to his desk and pulled a book from it.

“Here, my study manual. An older book but it’s Anadolu Yakası Escort very instructional, called The Joy of Sex.”

Abby took the book and began flipping through it.

“I vaguely remember hearing of this book. You haven’t been practicing this, have you,” Abby said with a light heated tone and smile.

Vince’s face just went blank. Shit! He thinks I just accused him of cheating.

“Never, Abby, I only want to do these with you.”

She jumped off of the bed, her bouncing tits catching his eyes.

“I know that and I trust you, I was joking with what I said. I was surprised, flattered and enjoyed what you did, Vince. You’re a very good lover, boyfriend and friend,” as she planted a nice kiss on his lips.

“Is there a bathroom I can wash up in?”

“Yeah, I’ll stand guard and you can use the one right down the hall.”

Vince pulled on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt as he stood outside the bathroom. When Abby had finished

“Okay, some nylons and panties and my heels.”

“Why the change, you looked great, without.”

“Thanks dear but I need to look right while I check the competition out?”

“Abby, there is no competition. I’d never cheat on you.”

“I know that and I trust you, Vince. It’s them I don’t know or trust. As for the high heels, they’re the worst things to wear when driving. Besides, I dressed for the occasion. I wanted to fuck you. Nylons weren’t needed and would’ve gotten torn.”

“Abby, there’s a box on the shelf in the closet on the right, it’s for you.”

“Thanks dear,” she quickly retrieved the package..

“She pulled out a hooded sweatshirt with the Greek letters Kappa Epsilon Tau, a pull over night shirt that said ‘Good Morning Sexy, Miss You, Have a great day’.

“Awe, you didn’t have to buy me anything, but I’m glad you did. I’ll wear the sweatshirt tomorrow and maybe the shirt for tonight. Now for you,” Abby went to the closet. “A nice pair of jeans, use this long sleeve shirt, oh and your blazer from our first date.”

After Vince finished dressing, Abby smiled, “Yup, now for a picture of the two of us.”

They left and when down stairs, Vince told her.

“That room over there,” he nodding to the door labeled RA. “That’s where I’ll be living next year. I found out on Monday that in addition to my teaching assistant position, I’ll be the dorm RA. I’ll make about 17k for the year and have my college paid for. It’s a one bedroom apartment kitchenette, living room with a pullout bed, for when you and the kids come to visit.”

“Me and the kids?” Why the hell did he say that and why doesn’t it scare me, that much?

“Yes, as long as you want to bring them.”

“I’ll consider that, thanks Vince,” she kissed him, wrapping her arms about his neck. They continued on the abridged tour, stopping at the Student Union. Several shout’s of hello’s to Vince as he and Abby walked in, holding hands.

“Hi guys, we’ll be right over. Abby, you want something to drink?”

“Sure, tea or coffee would be fine.”

“They have both,” as they entered the small cafeteria. Vince got a coffee and Abby a tea. They went to TV lounge.

“Lounge crew, this is my girlfriend, Abby Douglas. Abby this crew here is, from the left. Janice and Ralph, they’re D&D players. The couple there is Debbie and her fiance Jim. The others are Dave, Mark, Terrie, Bill and Alisa.”

I wonder if Debbie is the girl he told me about on our first date.

“Hello all, pleased to meet you.”

“Hi Abby,” they replied. Vince and Abby sat on the open end of a couch.

“We’ve heard many great things about you, from Vince,” said Janice.

“What have you been telling them about me, dear?” He’s turning a little red.”

“I told them how proud of you I am and how happy you’ve made me.”

“Don’t forget, how damn good looking she is,” said Bill. His statement earned him a slap on the back of his head from Alisa.

Abby leaned over to Vince and said, “Allen was right about you.” then she kissed his cheek.

They talked for about half an hour, lightly probing Vince and Abby about where and how they met and hooked up. They left so Vince could continue the tour. Next was the Marie Curie Science Center.

“This is were I spend a lot of my extra time during the week.”

On the third floor they were greeted by “Hello, Vince.”

“Hello Dr. Sinclair, doctor Mayfair. This is my girlfriend, Abby Douglass. Abby, Dr. Mayfair is my adviser and I’ll be the TA for Dr. Sinclair, next year.”

“Pleased to finally met you, Ms. Douglas, please call me Richard,” said Dr. Sinclair.

“Yes, and I’m Sally,” added Dr. Mayfair.

“Thank you, Sally, Richard. Call me Abby, Vince has mentioned you both, with high regard.”

“How goes your degree,” asked Richard.

“I graduate in June.”

“Great for you, Abby,” said Sally.

As Vince resumed the college tour, he said, “You’re not mad that I told a lot about you?”

“No, Ataşehir Escort it just shows me how proud you are of me. Besides, since you didn’t tell Allen about our first date, you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

The tour finished about half an hour later at the Convocation center.

“Okay, here is were I splurge on dinner. Friday is buffet style. Take whatever you want, it’s on my card.”

“This is nice. There’s fish fry, roast beef, ziti, veggie lasagna, a couple of salads, soup. Vince, you surprised me again with dinner,” she kissed him on the cheek.

They spent a pleasant time talking about both their classes, her kids and his friends.

“Where to now?”

“To the Kappa Epsilon Tau house. A few more friends and acquaintances for you to meet. You’ve been great, Abby. I’m sure this isn’t the most exciting thing in the world to do.”

“It’s not that bad, dear. I know how important they are to you and I’m flattered that you want them to meet me and meet them. KET, the same as on the sweatshirt you got me?”

“Yes and by meeting them now, they’ll be sober.”

“Now that’s a ringing endorsement. Will I regret seeing them later?”

“No, but several will be in a different state of mind.”

“I look forward to seeing how close to Jekyll they are and Hyde they become.”

“After that the ice cream I mentioned earlier.”

The KET house was typical. A fairly neat and clean first floor, pictures of past alumni, an awards case. Vince was called into a short meeting, leaving Abby with several girls getting the place ready for tonight. Wendy brought her into the kitchen.

“Girls, we’ve some temporary help. This is Abby, she’s Vince Amalfi’s girlfriend. I’m Wendy these here are Katrina, call her Kat, Laurie, Jennifer and Shanice.”

“Hello, pleased to met you.”

“Great, were making some appetizers for tonight, jump right in,” Wendy said.

They were making those cocktail wieners, then wrapping them in crescent roll pieces, then backing them.

“Abby just want to let you know that Vince did me a great favor,” said Shanice.

“What did he do?”

“He told me that I should argue two of the word problems on my chemistry test and how to. That advice got my enough points to keep my 3.5 GPA and get a grant for this year.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks but do me a favor, don’t break his heart.”

“Excuse me?’

“Yeah, oh Vince hasn’t said a word but our boyfriends have and just so you know, he’s hooked and well you’re older and a guys first almost always doesn’t end well.”

Vince is hooked on me? Am I’m his first love? Could be, but I’m his first everything. I might be hooked on him but…

“Shanice, we’ve been dating for two months and I really do like him and have no notion of where we’ll end up.” Except tonight in his bed making love

Vince returned about 45 minutes later.

“Sorry that took so long, chapter finances, and other business. Didn’t expect you to be put to work. Now, for that ice cream I promised.”

“No problem, dear, I enjoyed it.”

It was about 6pm when they returned to Vince’s room.

“Vince, what time does the party start?”

“About 9ish, why” as a smile appeared on his face.

“I’d like to take a nap for a little, if that’s okay.”

“Sure, I’ll set the alarm for 8:15. Then I’ll stand watch while you shower, if you want to, then I will. Would you like if I joined you in that nap?”

“I’d love that and yes, I’d like to shower before the party.”

I wouldn’t stop him if he makes a move but I like to just cuddle and nap

Shoes were kicked off, Vince pulled a blanket over them and though they kissed and touched a bit, then napped, she fell asleep her head on his chest, Vince caressing her arm and lightly humming, her arm across his body.

The alarm pinged, Vince got up, “Abby, time to start getting ready. I’ll check the bathroom out. You have a robe?”

“Yup and flip-flops.”

Abby took a quick shower and then Vince got ready.

8:45 and you never want to be the first there.

Vince returned in about twenty minutes and saw Abby in a see almost fully see through black lace lingerie. Her breasts and pussy were barely covered.

“Vince, dear, I’ve never seen such a look of surprise on your face. Cat got your tongue?”

“Um, Abby, You cant tell from the tent my hard-on is making?”

“Oh love, I see that desirable reaction but that’s your body, what’s on your mind.”

“That we’re spending the night here, I hope.”

“Close, we’ll be punctually late. Now, get over here and kiss me.”

That’s one heck of a pup tent and it’s all mine. I just might be his, I’m so confused about that

The two came together, but this time Abby’s tongue teased his, tracing around his lips, lightly licking the tip of his nose. Vince followed suit and added a trip to her ear and toured from there down her neck and back to her lips, attempting to enter her mouth, she shook her head.

“This is for you, not that I don’t want it but I’d need another shower, you wont.” Her hand reached down and pulled the waist robe towel off.

In her most sultry of voices she whispered in Vince’s ear. “Oh my, such a raging bull, no longer caged. What shall I do?”

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The following is a story first published on another web site under a slightly different nom de plume. I decided to post it here as well since there have been several mentions of it in posting for other of my stories. I’m trying to make sure that all of my works are posted here. Please note that aside from this foreword I have made no changes in any way. I hope the reader enjoys the story.

All characters are 18 or older.

*

A continuation of Abigail’s life.

She woke that morning as she had for the past many months: with one hand clenched between her thighs and the other clutching the distended nipple at the tip of one breast. She woke feeling refreshed and alive, eager to face the new day. The sex dream was fading rapidly and then gone as she rose.

Striding to her three-sided, full length mirror she stretched like a cat. Arching her back, hands clasped, arms upraised, lifting up onto her toes , her breasts rose as she stretched. She admired her reflection complacently. The magnificent pink mounds trembled only slightly as she breathed but they quivered heavily as she relaxed to stand flat footed. As they came to rest they settled firmly in place, high on her rib cage.

So large, she marveled once again. So magnificently large. Some women were embarrassed by the size of their breasts. Not her. Not anymore. Not since that day in finishing school! She had, she thought, the largest breasts imaginable. They had been the largest in her school by far. Probably, she reflected, the largest in town. She had never met, never seen, any woman as well endowed as she was. She couldn’t imagine larger breasts on a frame her size. And she felt nothing but pride and self admiration now. She no longer tried to hide her endowments under layers of clothing. Of course, it was impossible to hide breasts the size of hers. And why make the effort she felt?

At five foot nine inches, she was taller than most women although from a distance you would have thought her shorter than that. Most women her height were not nearly so abundantly blessed, she knew. The massively curved mounds sat proudly, high on her rib cage. The outer curves swept beyond the width of her shoulders by several inches. The bottom of her breasts rested just below her navel! And they were so fully fleshed! They swelled out almost immediately below the start of the cleavage that separated the immense mounds.

Women who were blessed with anything close to her proportions tended to be less than five feet, two inches. Something to do with puberty and hormones she had read somewhere. She was the lucky exception, she felt. And no woman, tall or short, had the same over-abundant curves, she knew!

Swiveling from side to side she watched as the immense, softly rounded mounds swung back and forth. At each extent they slapped softly against her upper arms, together, and then rebounded in the other direction. When she cupped a hand against the outer sides of each breast to stop the swaying the curve of each breast was almost unnoticeable to the touch, they were so large. Pressing inward, pressing hard, using her hands and forearms, elbows pointed straight ahead, she caused her breasts to surged forward, seeming to almost touch the mirror several feet in front of her.

As usual her aureoles puffed up a bit from the internal pressure. During periods of arousal they would also become more prominent, more noticeable, more sensitive to the touch.

Making fists of both hands she squeezed each aureole and pressed inward and upward. Her breasts crushed together, pushing outward and surging toward her face. She was imitating a pose that she had seen on the internet. She remembered the happy smile of pride that the model had had on her face. Her own face in the mirror was just as pride-filled and she was certain that her breasts were larger than the cover model’s. Her chin was just visible above the rounded swells of her breasts, her shoulders completely concealed while her navel was hidden between the lower, inner edges of her melons. Her elbows held akimbo, her breasts filled the complete expanse between. From below her navel to her chin, from outstretched elbow to outstretched elbow she was all breast meat, her clenched fists almost sunken from sight in the warm pink and tan flesh.

Her legs clenched tightly together, she felt a shiver of arousal at the picture she presented in the mirror. What a body, she chortled to herself!

Looking at herself in the mirror every morning this way had become a part of her awakening ritual. She enjoyed posing, imitating the photos of girls that she had seen on the internet and elsewhere. She knew that she was the envy of other women everywhere she went. And the object of the lust of all the men. And she relished the attention.

Smugly she watched as she released the pressure and her magnificent globes jellied back to their normal position, held high and thrusting forward in defiance of gravity. Her nipples slightly aroused from being handled.

She Anadolu Yakası Escort cuddled each awesome breast to her self, caressing and kissing one and then the other in self appreciation. Then, reluctantly, she turned and moved to the bath.

As she entered the shower she recalled when her breasts had first started to become the massive globes that they were now. It had been long before she entered finishing school. At the time of her first brush with puberty. She had at first been delighted as she grew quickly to sport a firm pair of B-Cuppers. Then she had grown somewhat embarrassed as the continued expansion had turned into an on-going, ever increasing, expanding bust line. Other girls in the convent school had picked on her and made her feel unattractive, a “freak”.

It had taken a kind and understanding teacher at her finishing school to get her to consider herself attractive and blessed, rather than cursed. While he had never taken advantage of the teacher-student relationship, she had often fantasized of what might have happened if he had done so.

With his help she had discovered pride in her appearance and had begun to learn of the power that her incredible pulchritude imbued her with. Power to command the attention of any man. Power to reduce other women to insignificance, unnoticeable to men while she was nearby.

Realizing that she was repeatedly sudsing her breasts and no longer just washing Abigail reluctantly rinsed off and turned off the shower.

As she toweled off she inspected her vast globes. There were no stretch marks, her breasts were continuing to grow, to expand further outward, further forward! Lifting each in turn she patted them dry, enjoying the towel’s rough texture. Rubbing briskly she brought each nipple to prominence. They quickly blossomed into firm pegs, almost an inch wide and slightly longer. While much larger than normal they were almost lost against the bulk of the breasts that supported them. The weight of each breast was considerable and her supporting hand sank almost from sight as she lifted each breast to towel under it. The vast globes quivered as she patted the sides and tops. She enjoyed the feelings of movement. The reassuring massive weight of her breasts as they hung so solidly in front of her made her feel so womanly!

She was very proud of how large she had become. And the growth was continuing. Only last week she had received another supply of bras. Larger than the last group, a collection of sport and practical with a mix of what she thought of as entertainment bras. It was from this selection that she picked the lingerie she would use this day. A pair of high cut French bikini panties were pulled snugly into her crotch. A matching pale blue bra was cinched around her waist with the clasps to the front. Unable to see the clasps because of her immense breasts, she worked by feel to close the hook and eyes then shifted the bra around and, leaning over, pulled the straps and cups up and over her breasts, shaking each into it’s cup. Then, standing upright again, she pulled and tugged, shifted and caressed to snugly encase each breast in it’s lace and spandex container. Even though each cup contained enough fabric to make a complete bra for any other woman; on her the cups just barely covered the nipple and left almost the entire upper half of her breasts uncovered. She smiled contentedly at the cleavage she presented. The bras straps were connected to the cups on the far outside presenting an epic sweep of snow white breast tops separated by an extravagantly long cleavage.

A short, snug skirt that ended a fashionable distance above her knees was next and then a white sweater top that zipped up the front was stretched over her upper body. She had a doctor’s appointment before she headed to her first job interview and she did not want to have too much to struggle with. A short jacket was the last touch – it was a brisk spring day – then she grabbed her attaché case and was out the door – her flats clacking on the stairs as she descended.

************************ The Doctor’s Office

The doctor’s office was a familiar stop for her. Once a month she arrived early in the day and was measured and weighed. On alternate months blood was drawn. She seldom saw the doctor himself. Usually the nurse took down the statistical data and recorded it in the log book. There was no explanation of the continued growth yet, all of the tests returned normal results and yet the phenomenal growth continued. Some times a fraction of an inch increase. Often an inch in a month. Her weight kept increasing, but this was expected. Her thighs, waist and hips remained slender, almost unchanged. Her chest measurement had increased slowly; mostly due to an increase in musculature across the back and pectorals. The examining physicians had been astounded at the way she was able to carry her breasts with no discomfort. And the fact that the hugely swollen breasts remained almost defiant of gravity was Kadıköy Escort also remarkable. Examinations had suggested, but been unable to determine conclusively, that she had developed additional ligature support which allowed her breasts to continue to jut forward so dramatically. She didn’t care why it was, she was just pleased that it was.

As she entered the doctor’s office the receptionist looked up and with a smile told her to enter examining room 3. Dropping her attaché case on the floor beside the chair in the examination room, she hopped up on the examining room table and waited. It was only a few minutes later when a nurse entered.

“Abigail deWinter? Hello, I’m Nurse Sweeney. I’ll be taking your measurements today.” She did not recognize the nurse.

“I don’t think I know you”, she said.

“No, I’m new with the doctor. I must say, having read your records I’m quite anxious to do this work up. You have created quite a stir in the profession young lady.”

“Because of these?” she queried, gesturing to her over filled jacket.

“Indeed, yes. You appear to be a statistical anomaly. Now slip off your clothes and I’ll do the measurements. Would you like to slip behind that screen?” she asked indicating a small screened area in the corner.

“No, I’m not shy”, she replied as she doffed her jacket.

“I must admit that I was skeptical when I first read your charts. But I see that if anything I had not grasped the extent of your, um, attributes.”

“Yeah. I’m big aren’t I?”

“I, I, uh, hope you don’t take offense. But, I’ve never imagined a woman could be so , um, ah, well-endowed.”

“Nah, I’m pretty used to it. I’ve been really big for a couple of years now.” Now that the subject had come up she noticed that the nurse really was staring at her chest. She didn’t usually pay much attention to the reaction of those around her- she was always so much larger than anyone else. She was used to having people gawk at her.

“Do they cause you any trouble?” asked the nurse. “Some times I understand that women who are extremely well endowed get backaches. Not to mention the unwanted attention and negative reaction that you may experience from time to time”

“No. They are no trouble at all. At first I was a little insecure but now I really like being large chested. And the bigger I get, the more I like it. I’m proud of how I look!”

“Well that’s a very healthy attitude.” said the nurse. “Okay lets get started.” The nurse was making no pretense of not looking at her in her skirt and sweater.

She unzipped the sweater and with a shake of her shoulders wriggled out of it.

“My God!” exclaimed the nurse under her breath, watching in amazement at the outrageous shimmy this created in the exposed bosom.

“You, ah, should slip out of that skirt as well”, she said. “I want to be sure all the measurements are correct.”

Abigail leaned over as she pushed her skirt down and off her hips. Bent over like that the nurse was presented with a vista of naked flesh bisected with an immensely deep cleavage that stretched over a foot to the top of the over-filled brassiere cups.

“Might as well leave this on till you get my chest measurement”, she said motioning to her bra.

“Good idea. Now hold still while I…

The nurse sank to one knee beside her and rapidly wrapped the tape around one thigh.

“Nineteen inches, very muscular. Do you work out?”

“No, not really. But I do walk a lot.” She always walked as much as possible. She enjoyed knowing that the guys were all watching her as she bounced and jiggled under the sweaters and knit tops that she preferred.

“Walking is great exercise”, the nurse said as she measured the hips. “Um 34 inches. Waist, ah, 22 inches and very muscular I notice.”

“The Doctor says I’m developing more muscle to compensate for how large my breasts are becoming. He thinks it’s one of the reasons that I hardly sag at all! Really, I hardly need to wear a bra,” she confided to the nurse.

The nurse quickly ran her tongue over her lips. There was a glint in her eyes.

“Um, okay. Now turn around and let me get a good measurement above and below your breasts. This is why I asked you to keep your bra on, dear.”

Now lets see…” The nurse quickly wrapped the tape across the top of the chest, under the arms, her hands lightly stroking across the girl’s cleavage as she did so. She noted the measurement in the log.

“Now the lower one. Raise your arms, please. Yes, like that.” Her hands brushed the undersides of the bra, lingering momentarily as she straightened out the tape. “Um, let’s see now. I make it as thirty-four and a half inches. That’s a little larger than the last time. I guess you’re gaining weight!” she teased as she gently rested her hands on the girls waist. She was standing very close behind her.

“Probl’y muscle” Abigail replied and giggled. “That tickles!”

“Ticklish are you?” asked the nurse. Ataşehir Escort Her hands stroked lightly up the long waist. “Well, never mind. Take off your bra now. I need to make the rest of the measurements.”

Standing in front of the patient, the nurse made no pretence of not watching as the bra was removed. To her obvious surprise there was little sag when the immense harness was taken off.

“Amazing”, she muttered under her breath as she gathered the tape in her hands. “This is quite a stretch” she muttered as she stepped up to Abigail and attempted to pass the tape from one hand to the other behind the girls back.

“Sorry, excuse me”, being almost a head shorter than the patient she had to stand very close and she had brushed her hair against one of the gargantuan tits. If she had faced forward her face would have been buried in the cleavage in front of her.

Carefully, slowly, she brought her hands together, not allowing the tape to tighten so much that it pulled the breasts together. With an amazed look on her face she said, “Eighty THREE inches! Eighty three and a quarter inches! I’ve never heard of such a thing! And they don’t have any sag to speak of. Young lady, you are a miracle! These have to be the biggest, firmest, breasts in the world!”

Abigail was watching the nurse’s amazed reaction with amusement and pride.

Then she started to giggle.

“And what is it that you find so funny, my dear?” asked the nurse.

“Well you said eighty-three inches, right?”

“And a quarter of an inch. Yes. Is that funny?”

“Well, I was just remembering a couple of years ago. I lied and told someone that I measured eighty-three inches then. I don’t know why. It seemed important to me to tell him I was really big. I only measured about sixty-five or seventy inches back then. I thought eighty-three inches sounded much bigger. He seemed impressed. And now I do measure eighty-three inches. And a quarter.”

“Indeed you do.” Replied the nurse. “Now lean over. Let me get the measurement.”

“My, even when you lean right over like that your breasts don’t really dangle down like most. They still seem to be really round! Truly, you a blessed young woman! But it does add about ten inches to the measurement. So I guess you could tell someone that you measure ninety-five inches if you wanted to.” They both giggled at the thought.

Straightening up Abigail said, “Well, now you can do the other measurements, Nurse.”

There was a confused look on the nurse’s face. “Other measurements? What other measurements?”

“The ones on the back of the sheet,” replied Abigail.

“Back of the sheet…” the nurse muttered as she flipped the sheet over. “Um, Depth, Span, Circumfrance…” she read off the page. “well, I don’t understand these.” She looked up at Abigail. “What are they? You’ve been through this before, not me. What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you start with that measuring ‘T’ there.” She indicated two pieces of wood joined at right angles with a knurled knob. Both lengths were marked in fractions of an inch.

“See, you put one end here, on my sternum, and the other piece you move out until it’s just touching the tip of my nipples. And you mark down the distance shown here.” She pointed to the junction of the two rods. What does it say?”

“Thirteen and one half inches.”

“Then you mark down the distance from the center point out to each nipple.”

The nurse jotted down the left and then the right number. Adding them up as indicated on the form she entered nineteen inches in the total column.

“And then there is the measurement that I always ask the nurse to check. It’s unofficial, but I think its fun. Watch this”, she commanded. Using both hands she simultaneously massaged and milked her nipples until they were quivering at attention.

“What does that measure now? For depth? It usually adds at least an inch, sometimes more.”

“Yeah, y…y…yes, it does!”

“Now, loosen that knob and watch this – make sure you don’t drop the rods!” she warned.

Taking a deep breath she drew her shoulders back and mashed her tits together as hard as she could with her forearms. With a little zzzzzip the cross piece was pushed outward so fast that the nurse gave a little yelp as she stepped back.

“I warned you not to drop it!” Abigail said with a smile. “Now pick it up and tell me what my cleavage measures when I squash them together like this.”

With a chagrined look on her face the nurse did as she was asked.

“Um, wow! Almost exactly twenty four inches! As my brother used to say, ‘What a set of knockers’. Oh, excuse me, that was unprofessional of me. Still, you must be used to a certain amount of attention carrying such a large pair of breasts.”

“Sure, I don’t mind. I know how lucky I am to be so well endowed!”

“You certainly are! In all my years I’ve never heard of anyone even remotely as top heavy as you are. Not even any of the silicone enhanced entertainers on the dance circuit. Gosh, I’m a D-Cup myself, I’ve never thought I was flat chested. Until today!” She laughed.

“And you have such a good attitude! You seem at ease with your body image. Many less well endowed women are trying to minimize their bust size.”

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