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I have known Leonora “Lonnie” Miles since we were classmates in the sixth grade. Our friendship continued in High School where she was known as my steady date. When we reached the Community College we were still dating exclusive basis and we were even talking of marriage. Our relationship was built upon a solid friendship. We could entertain each other for hours discussing one thing after the other.  Our discussions were fluid and free and confidential. She could tell me anything and I could tell her anything.  It wasn’t totally platonic though we did mess around though, she did jack me off as well as cup my balls.  I would fondle her breast and pet her pussy. We never went beyond that because she wanted to be a virgin bride. I expressed my love for her and she expressed her love for me.Then Steven Crane came into our lives. Crane was a rich spoiled brat who got anything Kadıköy Escort he wanted. Now he wanted Lonnie.  He took her to fancy restaurants located all over the nation in his family’s private jet. He would take her on trips at the spur of the moment and the world was literally his ballfield.  He knew people and easily impressed this starry-eyed girl from the rust bucket with his introducing her to this or that celebrity or politician.  He bought her anything she desired while I was hard-pressed to afford a movie and a pizza.  I was frustrated and angry, but I was powerless to do anything.Needless to say, she was lured away from me, and finally, was gone. Our last encounter did not end very well.  It was definitely not my finest hour, though I didn’t strike her in my rage.  That was 9 years 10 months ago.Our story begins when Kadıköy Escort Bayan I was sitting in a restaurant in NYC with other colleagues.  A waiter comes up to me handing me a note then he told me that the lady in the dark blue dress sent it for him to deliver.  The note was just one line: “Have you forgotten about me?”I was intrigued by who this mystery woman was, so I excused myself from my colleagues moving to the table the waiter indicated.  I didn’t see anyone I knew and was about to walk away when I saw a hand waving at me.  I discovered that the owner of the hand was Lonnie.  I went up to shake her hand, then to my shock and surprise, she kisses me full upon the lips and darts her tongue in and I dart my tongue into her mouth plus I cup one of her butt cheeks and squeeze it.That illicits “O’s” and giggles from Escort Kadıköy the ladies.  “Lonnie, does he get benefits?”  More giggles.”He’ll be cut off for a month if he doesn’t get his hand off my ass.””Come, Allen, let’s find a table away from these over-sexed horny women.”The waiter finds us a secluded table away from everyone.  As soon as he leaves, Lonnie asks, “Kiss me again.”We give each other a long French kiss.”Allen, we have a lot to discuss.” “Let’s go to my apartment.”She lived in the penthouse thirty-two stories up.  It was luxurious but not gaudy.  “Nice place, Lonnie, it beats your bedroom back home.””It beats yours as well.””Yes, but we had a lot of fun messing around with each other.””Yes we did we, didn’t we?””So, I guess I wasn’t good enough to keep it going was I, Lonnie.””Stop talking like that.  It’s not true.””Excuse me. These shoes are killing me.”About half an hour later she returns. “What do you think?” She had on a black see-through robe.  She was naked underneath.”You are beautiful.””I am yours for taking Allen, take me.”With such an invitation, I began to strip  Once I was naked she took me by the hand leading me to the king-sized bed.  

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Tim And Abbie 81:  Boxing Day Comes To An End

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Earlier in the week, Brian called Tim, inviting him and the rest of the ‘gang,’ including Sam, to a football game on Saturday.  Not just any football game but a match between ‘their team’ and the one that Brian roots for.  They are terrific seats as they are comps from the bank.  Brian also is hiring a van and driver to take them to the stadium about fifty kilometers away.Matt, Luke, John, Peter, Mark, Tim, Sam, and Brian will make a day of it.  The van is picking everyone up in the morning and getting them home safely in the evening.  There will be much drinking and merriment.  It will be good for the guys to all be together for a day.oOoAfter last night between Abbie and Tim, he drives her to work again today, and they talked a little more.  Abbie tells him that since he and Sam will be gone all day on Saturday, she will invite Grace to go through the clothes she is discarding.  Grace can choose anything she likes first before Abbie sent the items to the charity shops.Tim thinks that would be an excellent idea, though he does kid Abbie, “So, you are going to make your mini-me look even more like you, eh?  How are Sam and I going to tell you two apart?”  It got the laugh he is trying for from Abbie. But in response, she warns Tim he better not confuse the two of them, or he would find something missing, and Sam could have a real surprise on his hand.They laugh and are in good spirits when Tim drops her off.  As Abbie kisses him goodbye, Tim tells her, “Honey, I think we should go back to driving to work together most of the time again.  I have missed this time together.”  Kissing him again, Abbie agrees.oOoWhen Grace arrives on Thursday to do the cleaning, she sees that Abigail’s room is unlocked, a sign for her to clean in there.  At least once a month, Grace does unlock the room to dust and such.  But when it is left unlocked, she knows it has been used and needs the sheets changed and more. It is on these occasions especially that feeling churn in Grace so much.Entering the room, Grace sees, though straightened some, that the bed is rumbled and should have its sheets changed.  And the hairbrush and paddle are on the side table.  Grace can’t help herself but starts to drip, imagining what went on in Anadolu Yakası Escort the room.  And recently from the lustful scent still heavy in the room.She gives into temptation, lowers her pants, bends over the desk this time, and notices the smell even more potent.  Grace knows spanking herself with first the hairbrush for about twenty-five strokes and then the paddle the same is not anywhere as good as it could be if someone else did it to her.Since this last year of uni began in September, Grace has been getting more and more stressed out.  Her work and grades are exemplary, but that is never good enough for Grace.  She feels guilty slacking off some this summer.Spending time with Sam and playing, rather than mastering the three additional languages she had planned to.  Oh, she knows them well enough to pass any interpreter’s exam but to just get by is not of the standards she sets for herself.Grace has been accepted in the master’s program at University College London next year already, with more or less a guarantee to move on to their doctorate program.  Everyone is impressed with Grace’s abilities except Grace, who expects so much more from herself.She keeps this self-deprecation to herself for the most part.  Abbie sees it some, as she does the same to herself too often.  Sam knows there are things bothering Grace, but when he tries to ask and talk about it, Grace fluffs it off.Grace still wants to approach Sam about helping her with this.  And spanking her regularly when she falls short of her standards, Grace thinks, would really help her.  But just how to bring it up?  Sam and Grace had talked some about Abigail’s room and the rules she has, more as it being something different. Nothing more.So, for now, until Grace builds up her courage to approach Sam about it, she settles for self-spanking every few weeks.  The sting that lingers as she cleans helps Grace prioritize her work and outline assignments to complete.While the sting, and any coloring, is gone by the time Abbie and Tim get home Thursday evenings, Abbie’s astuteness can usually tell when Grace has taken advantage of Abigail’s room.  She never says anything, as she knows Grace will work Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan out her need for herself when she is ready.oOoThursday’s dinner was as lovely as always, even with an extended crowd now.  From the start of Abbie, Tim, and Grace; to adding Sam; then Les and Phoebe; now Mark and Brian, the conversation, joking, festivities, and good food, just gets better and better.Tim had always shopped at Mark’s grocery store for the best items, but now, Mark will set aside Tim for Thursday dinners or bring something extra for all to enjoy.And Phoebe will bring new creations she wants to try on them before introducing the dishes at the Peacock to get their reaction.Tonight, the men were all wrapped up in the game Saturday.  They rarely got to see their team play live, and now with such front and center seats to enjoy.  They kid with Brian that he will be drowned out cheering for that ‘other team,’ which Brian takes in good spirits.At one point, Abbie gets Grace aside to invite her over on Saturday if she would like to look through some of Abbie’s cast-off clothes.  Abbie realizes she does not want to make Grace think she sees her as a charity case, but it is an open offer.Grace is surprised and grateful for such an offer.  Abbie’s clothes are at a level she could never afford (at least not now in her life), and to have things to look more professional and stylish as her life is now progressing is a welcome offer.Both are pleased with the possibility. It is planned for Grace to spend Saturday with Abbie.oOoThe guys pumped for the game are off in the van.  Equipped with ale for the journey to the match, but Brian is careful that too much isn’t offered, and plenty of snacks accompany the drinks.All the women seeing them off are sure there will be very happy fellows returning to them tonight, regardless of how the match turns out.  Shortly after Tim and Sam join the sojourn Grace arrives at Abbie’s house.After a cup of tea chatting about the men’s adventure, Abbie opens a bottle of wine, grabs a couple of glasses, and leads Grace upstairs to her large walk-in closet.It is like the backroom of a fashion show.  Both Grace and Abbie are down to their Escort Anadolu Yakası bras and panties as Abbie hands outfit after outfit to Grace to try on.  While she does, Abbie is putting her new dresses on to see if she really likes them or not.Looking at themselves in the three-sided mirror at the back of the closet is fun.  They find themselves adjusting the outfits of each other to lie perfectly.  Grace loves every garment she tries on. Looking so much more sophisticated in these clothes than her usual slapped-together look.The two are having fun, laughing, and enjoying the time together.  Sipping on their glasses of wine, they are getting giddier as the afternoon goes on.  Grace looks so good in the ensembles Abbie is casting off.  Abbie tries on her new items to accept, cuts the tags, and hangs them in her wardrobe.  After most of the outfits have been decided on, the lingerie is still to be considered. In her current undies, Abbie runs to the kitchen for a new bottle of wine.  Filling their glasses again, the two are giggling like teenagers picking out dresses for the prom.Abbie and Grace have already had many twin moments in front of the mirror.  Seeing each other looking so alike causes a strange stir in them both. Now, in just underwear, they stare at their images in the mirror.  Abbie in an alluring bra and panties she just purchased, and Grace in lace panties and shelve bra of Abbie’s.  Seeing two almost identical images three times in the mirror brings a strange yearning over each of them.For months, they have cared about each other.  They have been drawn to each other in a friendship.  This strange connection of looking so alike but being so different has played a part since the start. Catching each other’s eyes in the mirror, each sees something different, just for a moment.For Abbie, to see the perfect, younger image of herself in Grace.  An image that will always remain as such more or less; yes, will age, but as a female ages, and still, be beautiful.  It is this fleeting sorrow that she tried to explain to Tim that worries her as she ages.  A worry Grace will never have.But it is more than that as they stand gazing at themselves in the mirror. Looking down, seeing the smoothness of the folds of Grace’s panties sends shivers through Abbie.For Grace, this exact image of herself, just a bit older and so different in major ways.  It makes her wonder what such an existence would be like.  Looking down, seeing that bulge in Abbie’s panties, not that large, but much more than in hers sets Grace to trembling and wondering.

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Not A Normal Sunday

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To look at her, Stephanie Kennedy was as innocent as the day she was born. Her porcelain features were blemished by only a few freckles that adorned the bridge of her nose. Tousled blonde hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders and she had a penchant for wearing yellow. I don’t know what it is about the colour yellow, but it makes your eyes stand to attention. You have to look at it.When I met her for the first time, Stephanie was one month short of seventeen years of age, and she was the most devoted Christian you could ever meet. Her father’s occupation probably had something to do with that. She would be the sort of person that knelt by her bed at night, knees together, body hunched over the edge of her bed and hands clasped together with the tips of her finely manicured fingers touching her button nose as she prayed to God every night. She was always polite, helped everyone when they needed it and her smile brought joy to so many faces. She was a joy to be around.I knew her parents, of course, but not socially or as friends. Her mother was as cute as Stephanie when she wanted to be, and her father, believe it or not, was the vicar of the local church. A pillar of the community that ensured that all of his flock rejected sin in favour of the love of God. Someone has to do it. Stephanie was different from either of her parents. She was more street-wise, probably as a result of growing up in a rapidly changing community; the influence of the internet must have helped too. But there was just something about her that meant she stood out from what was considered normal. If there ever is a normal, these days.I had a bit of a run-in with Stephanie while enjoying a casual lunch at the local pub one Saturday afternoon. It was a bright and sunny day, and as I said, yellow cries out for attention. She was sitting at a table that was opposite mine with a couple of friends. They were chatting away as teenagers do with the occasional bouts of laugher. I was caressing my pint of beer while waiting for my ploughman’s lunch to arrive and contemplating life the universe and everything. I noticed a few sly glances in my direction as the group huddled together exchanging almost silent whispers with each other but thought nothing of it. I was happy being there on my own and didn’t need to converse with anyone. The group eventually broke up and Stephanie was left at the table on her own just as the waitress brought my lunch to my table. I thanked her and as I stretched to reach for the salt on the far end of the table noticed that Stephanie had swung one leg over the end of the bench and was sitting side on to the table, facing me.Yellow, it cries out for attention and I could see her bright yellow panties from under her short skirt wink at me. It only made things worse as she wiggled on the bench; more and more of her panties came into view with every shuffle of her bum. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was enticing me, but I knew she was not that kind of girl. She eventually pulled a book from her bag and started to read. Göztepe Escort I wondered if it was a cut-down version of the bible or something similar. A hand unconsciously twirled the curls in her hair as she read, stopping now and then to take a sip of coke.I started to eat my lunch, took a sip of beer, and smiled inwardly to myself. Though, to be honest, I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows every now and then to peek in her general direction. On the few occasions that I put the knife and fork down and took a sip of beer, I could quite clearly see her smile to herself. That was when I realised that she knew what she was doing. I think she knew that her legs were slowly opening and that the colour yellow would grab my attention. I held my glass inches from my face and started to stare. Every time she reached for her drink her legs would open further. My gaze was only wrenched from the ‘V’ of her knickers when she raised her head to look in my direction.She knew what she was doing alright. It was Stephanie that made the first move. Once I had finished my meal she sauntered across and introduced herself. She was courteous at first and it was all I could do to stop looking at her unfettered breasts beneath her loose t-shirt as she sat down on the bench opposite me. She made a point of fidgeting which only drew attention to herself and I couldn’t help myself. One thing led to another and we started chatting. She seemed confident and the conversation was light-hearted. I blushed and dropped my eyes to the table when she asked whether I’d looked up her skirt. I wasn’t about to deny it; what was the point when she was the one asking while knowing full well that I had. She smiled and bit her lower lip when I nodded. I blushed again when she asked whether her tits had had any effect on me. This time I grinned back at her but said nothing. That was when she told me I should come to church. She insisted that Sunday’s were a day of unexpected joy, especially in the pews at the back.I was intrigued. Flattered even, that this young girl would ask me out on a date to church. It was certainly a novel approach and one that I had never before encountered. I know it wasn’t a date per se, but it amused me to think of it as such. I smiled back and told her that it would be a slim possibility. The conversation came to a sudden end when she announced that she had to meet someone and as quickly as she arrived, she sprung up from the bench.“It’s been nice talking to you. See you in church on Sunday.” She winked.“Likewise,” I replied, “we’ll see about the church.”Sunday came and went. I actually considered turning up just out of interest but the church wasn’t my scene, not in the slightest, and besides, she’d be with her mother and family while listening to her father preach to the masses. I didn’t even know what they did in church and had no intent on finding out.I met her again on the following Tuesday. She was stood on the other end of the queue at the local coffee shop, a place I sometimes frequent for a Göztepe Escort Bayan quick sandwich and coffee in my lunchtimes. It gets me out of the office and gets my steps up. She didn’t notice me as she left to search out a suitable table and when I got served I headed for a window seat in the sun. Before I knew it there was a tap on my shoulder with Stephanie leaning into my personal space.“May I join you?” she asked tilting her head to one side and raising her eyebrows. I motioned for her to sit in the easy chair opposite and put my phone back into my pocket. I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts resisted any movement from side to side with them being swaddled by the tight-fitting blouse that she wore. Her cleavage however announced its presence. She looked in my direction.I held my hands up. “Yep, I looked,” I said, not too loudly so the whole coffee shop could hear. “I should hope so too,” she said, with a smile, before she shook her shoulders rather enticingly.The conversation carried on as normal with both of us sipping our coffee, and me nibbling at my food and throwing in the occasional innuendo when it was appropriate to do so. I kept looking for a hint of yellow but couldn’t see any. Her bra was coloured white, in tune with her blouse, though I wouldn’t have been surprised if she hadn’t worn black underneath just to grab people’s attention. Just as I was about to say something rude to her, her mother walked into the coffee shop. There were the obligatory and quick introductions that preceded much talk of the traffic queues and the trouble she had getting to meet her daughter. The moment had passed, and I resigned myself to my own company as Stephanie got up to join her mother. “Sunday, be there or else,” it came out as a command. As if she was scolding me for not turning up the previous Sunday. I looked at her sexy round ass as she stood up and turned to leave, making her way towards the general direction of a table out of the sun.“Maybe,” I replied. She smiled at me over her shoulder like I had made her day.At forty-two years old, you could say I was a typical man, a divorced father of two, with a keen sense of duty towards my family but ultimately trying to make my way in life. My kids were with their mother and the distance prevented me from seeing them too often. Deep down I was a hot-blooded male with no one to take care of me, at least not in that way, and it certainly seemed that her intentions were leaning in that direction or at least that’s the conclusion I had come to.During the remainder of the week, I had the opportunity to ask other people what they thought about Stephanie Kennedy. I tried my best to approach the topic sensitively and it turned out that everyone I spoke to in the small community would testify that butter wouldn’t melt. She’s so lovely, they would say. What a lovely girl she is, they all agreed. She’s so helpful and cheerful, they added. I couldn’t find one person that had anything bad to say about her and there was no smut on Facebook Escort Göztepe either.She must truly have been a wonderful person; a goody-two-shoes. Yet, I couldn’t help but think of those yellow knickers from her outwardly public display on that Saturday afternoon at the pub, the plunging neckline in the coffee shop, and that wiggling ass as she left me to my coffee. She was never phased by any of my innuendoes and she gave as good as she got. I wondered about the church in a way I had never wondered about it before. Why was she so keen? Was it because the numbers were dropping? Was she on some kind of recruitment scheme set up by her father? It made me smile but more than that, I was intrigued. I was hooked.And so it turned out that I was lured to church by Stephanie Kennedy. Sunday came and almost went without my visit to the church. I had truly forgotten about my arrangement with a friend to help him out with some external decorating, but at the last minute it started to rain and he called it off. It was a lucky break because I had decided to go to church for once in my life.It was a tall and foreboding building. It looked dark, unwelcoming and creepy and that was just from the outside. I joined the end of the queue of people waiting to enter the church. Looking ahead, I could see that everyone was stopping to talk to everyone else as they made their way to the entrance. I for one didn’t want to get into any strained or unusual conversations about God or the fact that they hadn’t seen me there before and I certainly didn’t want some old biddy to offer me a bible by the door; it would probably have burned my hands. The church would be the last place anyone would find me if it wasn’t for this enigmatic and seductive Stephanie Kennedy.With some trepidation, I stepped over the boundary and into a foreboding place. I must have been the last person to enter but it wasn’t hard to find Stephanie. She was sitting in the next to last pew, dressed in a yellow woollen top with her blonde hair resting on the back of the wooden bench. I coughed as I took a step towards her and then I shivered. Why were these places always so cold and uninviting? Surely God, if anyone, would have taken more care to make these places comfortable and warm. Stephanie turned around to meet my gaze. Her smile invited me to sit next to her, but out of courtesy, I left a big enough space between us; partly so that I didn’t draw attention to myself as the new man that was sitting next to the vicar’s daughter.We started chatting and she thanked me for turning up. For some reason, she asked me whether I had been to church before but the smirk on her face made me realise she was making polite conversation.“Every other week,” I replied, facing forward. Then I turned to her and shook my head and told her the absolute truth. Her smile, it would seem, would drag the truth out of the devil himself and that glint in her eye would have blinded him.She pointed to the front of the church and told me that the man wearing the collar was her dad. I knew that and was pleased to inform her of that fact. Stephanie seemed impressed. I was a little taken aback when she said that he tends to go on a bit especially when he has everyone’s undivided attention. Her mother was the woman in the front seat with the blue floral dress looking proudly at her husband.

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Dylan Cruz is by far the most attractive person Amber had ever met. Met, not seen, she’d like to emphasize, as a good handful of conventionally attractive people she’s liked looking at aren’t all that pretty anymore after she’s gotten to know them properly. That’s the thing about Dylan; Amber hadn’t paid much attention to him initially, and didn’t know much about him beyond what most people do when they meet him for the first time: loud, hilarious, witty, and fun to talk to. With a friendly sense of humor and the personality of a beagle, he’s definitely popular on campus for his charisma. It was only after he came up to her—asking for some help on an assignment, since he cut a class that week—that she started getting to know him well. Too well, actually. Admittedly, it was pretty weird at first, being able to relate to someone so easily—but now, she may just be as close to him as he is with his roommate Seth. Even though those two have been together for a longer period of time and harbor a special connection probably only reserved for soulmates or something, she’s managed to slip herself into their dynamic relatively easily. But what’s even weirder is how dear, he—and Seth, by extension, by fortune, by providence—are to her now, so much so she finds herself missing people she’s already with. As if she’d been missing them way before she even knew who they were. “Hey, where do you wanna eat?” Amber asks as everyone starts filing out of the classroom. “We could try that new Korean barbecue place?” Dylan suggests. His newly dyed blonde hair isn’t parted today. With his bangs swiping gingerly across his eyebrows, his face looks a lot rounder and younger than usual. Amber has to suppress the urge to take him into her arms (no matter how much she knows he wouldn’t mind). It doesn’t help that the cold air tickles his cheeks into a deep peach, as if his fluffy yellow sweater and bulky brown coat didn’t warm him up enough.“Ugh, but I bet that place is packed right now.”“Yeah, true,” Dylan agrees solemnly. Normally he’d be the type to go either way, but the dark rings under his eyes and stray sighs of exhaustion say otherwise. He’s told Amber that he’s been finding it difficult to sleep lately, despite how tired he’s been. Though she’s not sure what to chalk it up to—if it’s all the requirements and studying he has to do with finals right around the corner, or if it’s just the simple fact that he needs to eat more—he’s been hesitant to talk about it in detail, let alone why. The best Amber can do is brew his tea, stay by his side, and hope that’s enough to compel the universe to let him rest soundly.Suddenly, he perks up, brows lifting up the bangs across his forehead cartoonishly, “You could come over and I could make you something?”  “Definitely.” Her urge to embrace him is getting harder and harder to suppress as he smiles with all his teeth and his cheeks. Amber thinks to herself that this is better; this is the Dylan she knows, “All right then, it’s a date,” Dylan says with his cheekiest smile. He’s normally this flirty with almost everyone, so she tries not to think too much of it as she responds with a playful, “Oh, you spoil me too much, babe.” Dylan chuckles at that, looking down at Amber’s small frame, before taking her hand into his. He’s a naturally Bostancı Escort touchy person, and Amber doesn’t mind holding his hand for a bit since they’re pretty close friends anyway. But it’s the last thing she expects when he brings her hand to his lips, kissing chastely along her knuckles. “Anything for you, love.”That’s what shocks Amber into standing completely still for a few moments, brain scrambling to make sense of the action. Okay, this is just Dylan, her poor old frazzled brain supplies, So this must be some kind of joke, and ends up masking her denial with rationalization, Yeah! For sure, this is a joke. She decides to let out an awkward laugh, playfully nudging at Dylan’s chest. “Haha, keep that up and I’ll think you actually like me.”“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” is his response, quirking his lips into a smirk. “Only because you’re a good cook,” Amber says, before realizing her hand is still in Dylan’s hold. She quickly releases to pick up her bag, trying hard not to remember the sensation of his lips against her skin. “Anyways, let’s go.” —  The thing about Dylan is that it’s not a slap in the face how attractive he is. He’s more of like, a relaxing massage, really. There are times when Amber’s just casually talking to him and she’s focused on how his gaze is sinking into her slowly, allowing her to focus on just how deep brown his eyes are, until she’s struck with the intense need to look closer, and find out just how much deeper they go. Until the color sinks into her, and she’s already lost track of what he’s saying. Other times, it feels like the puncture of a needle. Like when she watched him slip out of all of his thicker layers of clothing, leaving him in a thin black shirt that embraced his torso too well. It worries her to think that he’s been working out lately, for a myriad of complicated reasons that mostly boil down to him losing some of the roundness in his cheeks, and on the other hand, Amber losing her general sanity. But if he enjoys it, then she doesn’t say anything about it. Amber likes Dylan in any way he wishes to present himself. “Want some tea?” he offers, looking through some cabinets. “Sure,” Amber says, sinking easily into his and Seth’s squeaky couch, making herself comfortable as she brings her knees into her chest. “Where’s Seth?” “Sleeping,” Dylan says as the water begins to settle down from its boil. “That’s good—that’s something both of you need to do right now.” Then Dylan walks over to her, holding an enticingly warm mug of tea that wafts into her nose like incense. He sits next to her, “I think it’s what you need to do too.” “Mhm,” Amber hums in agreement. When she takes a long, satisfying sip from her tea, she feels her eyelids get heavier. Instantly, the liquid spreads across her chest and relaxes her muscles. Damn, where did Dylan get this tea? She wonders, as her vision slowly eases into the dark blur of slumber. —What stirs Amber awake is a warm weight clinging on the side of her body, calming but heavy as it stalls her movements. It’s difficult, then, to discern whether she’s awake or not, but when she blinks her eyes open, she’s met with a mess of blonde hair and sleepy eyes. It’s Dylan, all cute and puffy from his nap. As if on cue, his cheeks tint a Bostancı Escort Bayan peachy color as soon as she wakes up fully and focuses on his face. “I—Uh—I’m so sorry, I just got cold and the heater is jammed so it isn’t really doing its job as a heater” Dylan starts explaining, already scrambling to get off of her. (At the back of her mind she wonders how the heck she managed to get to the bed when she was on the couch just a moment ago). But, that aside, she does like laying with Dylan. So, she holds him tighter by the waist, keeping him still against her body. “It’s okay, we can still cuddle a bit.”“Oh,” his cheeks blush deeper, “All right,” he says, before he gets closer to her with a satisfied hum. “What about me? I’m pretty cold too,” Dylan says from the edge of the bed, and wait. What? She looks at the Dylan in her arms, who simply blinks at her with sleepy eyes and a kissable pout, then raises herself on her elbows only to see. Another Dylan. Whose hair is a clean black, parted at the right and swept to the side, and stands there clad in the fitted black shirt and jeans from earlier. It’s a stark contrast to the blonde Dylan in her arms, whose hair is a fluffy mess of bangs, all bundled up in a baggy sweater. She blinks her eyes heavily, once, twice, thrice. “Surprised?” they both say at the same time. Blonde Dylan’s voice is accompanied by a yawn. Dark-haired Dylan’s voice was accompanied with a quirk of his lips. “Huh.” By the time she realizes that the edges of her vision are slightly blurred, and that the control she has over her body is slightly hazy, she concurs that this must be a dream for sure. A very lucid one. “Well,” She lies back down, confident that she’d processed everything correctly. Black-haired Dylan simply chuckles, as the Dylan beside her wraps his arms around her torso and curls into her.“Hey, no going back to sleep now,” dark-haired Dylan says, as he walks toward her beside. She cranes her head up at him, and suddenly feels a wave of bleary heat course through her as he looks down at her. She thinks she’s seen this kind of Dylan plenty of times before, at the library, when she’d rounded a corner and spotted him gazing out of the window. She couldn’t guess what he was thinking, but in that moment he appeared so profound he struck her as captivating. As if he could take one glance at her and know her entire story. But there’s something different this time—something more intense and more hypnotizing. A darkness in his gaze that dominates her senses. He drags an elegant hand up her chest, “You see, I’m an incubus. And I’ve been starving these past few weeks,” then wraps his fingers around her neck, drumming a gentle beat into her veins. “Since I wanted to wait and try tasting you at your ripest.” He tightens his fingers, as the blonde Dylan beside her hums and draws circles into her stomach (she can hear him faintly whispering, “so hungry”). “Do you understand?” Dylan’s hands move up to grip her jaw underneath strong fingers. Amber gulps under his grip, not knowing how to respond. “Let me ask that again, all nice and clear.” He grips just that bit tighter, threatening to choke her throat, “Will you behave for me?” At that, he tilts his head in the direction of his smirk. Suddenly Escort Bostancı Amber’s compelled to do anything for a man with a gaze like that—so, she nods once, but slow and cautiously. His fingers loosen at that, but at the back of her mind she admits that she misses the electricity of his deeper touch. But in less than a moment, the blonde Dylan slips a hand underneath her shirt, “Hmm, wanna have you now,” he says, before nuzzling his face into her neck and pressing his lips against her skin. The line of warmth he draws from her jaw down to her clavicle coerces a breathy sigh out of her—but before she can make any more noise, the side of the bed dips down at the weight of the other Dylan who bends and angles her face to his. He commands her into an intense kiss, catching her lips and inviting them open with a slip of his tongue. The deepness of the kiss has Amber sitting up to get even deeper, craning her head to the side to slot her tongue against his more decadently. One of them pulls her shirt over her head, and both of them run their hands feverishly across her bare body. Going infinitely dizzy at the stream of distinct sensations that surge through her, she tightens her hold into someone’s hair—just too hazed out to figure out whose. Either way, both Dylans let out sounds: one easy sigh, and the other a deep groan. Still, though, despite the haze, there’s a question dangling at the tip of her tongue. So as soon as the black-haired Dylan pulls away, she asks breathlessly: “Uhm….so…why are there two of you?” At that, he laughs. “I was wondering when you’d ask that.” He smiles as if amused by her curiosity. “You see, incubi specialize in materializing what you desire the most,” His hand drags up her waist to squeeze at a breast, “As for me, I’m particularly good at constructing desirable personalities.” He kisses down her face, while the blonde Dylan kisses down the shell of her ear. “Usually though, my victims stick to one version of me. But based on my observations, you seem to long for two varieties.” “Cute, innocent, and friendly,” the blonde Dylan mutters by her ear, and his needy voice is too hard to resist playing around with—so Amber turns her head and slots her lips into his, savoring the sweet moan she manages to draw out of him. “Mature, smart, and dependable,” the black-haired Dylan adds, before biting at her neck and sucking, fingers pulling at a nipple to coax a noise out of Amber. “D-Dylan—” she gasps out, as another hand slides in from behind to dip in between her legs, palming at her wetness. Pulling off of her neck he looks at Amber with a strict gaze, before harshly tugging at her stiffened buds, and ordering, “That’s Sir to you.”On the other hand, behind her, the blonde Dylan says kindly, “You can just call me Dylan if you want,” as he draws gratifying circles around her clit, his lithe index fingers pressing so deliciously into it that it makes her thighs twitch. “Kiss me?” Dylan asks, and who is she to deny him? Amber captures his lips into an easy kiss, and another, and another, as if she can’t get enough of the flavor and the sensation. All the while, someone is kissing down the planes of her thighs, critically near her wet core. “How about you get more comfortable—here, lie down,” Dylan suggests as he guides her body back down on the bed, her head resting upon his thigh. In this new position she has a dangerously handsome face in between her legs, kissing at her abdomen and purposefully avoiding where she needs him the most. “Sir, please,”  she gasps out desperately. “Please what?” he asks, before blowing at her wetness. 

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Time for sleep and out goes the light as I go to draw the blinds.The light in my neighbor’s window catches my attention, the two figures Şerifali Escort embracing in clear Şerifali Escort Bayan view from Escort Şerifali my vantage point on the upper floor.I can’t take my eyes away – two women kissing, feeling each other, undressing.A hint of shame for watching flashes by and is replaced by intense erotic feelings and curiosity.Nude women, one on the bed touching herself, teasing the other still standing and admiring.I am mesmerized and hard.Out goes the light.“Fuck!”

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The Bedpost

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I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive; so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always found some hard item to stick up inside me. Now I am twenty-five, and still today, my body needs sexual release. I’d just rather it be while I was awake, but I am used to it by now. At least once a week, I wake up all gooey and so aroused it almost hurts. It hurts because, while I soak the sheets, get all sticky, and my clit naturally pokes out, I never have full release. Just as men got blue balls, I got slanted slit. To Pendik Escort me, it feels like my sensual flaps tie themselves in a perfect knot, pulled as tightly as possible, but the feeling never goes away until some kind of hard item enters my pounding pussy. Many times, that hard item is the bedpost. Really. Somehow, I perfected how to position my body over it. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so wet. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood once the oval shape had filled me. My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign object and then closed over Pendik Escort Bayan it, enclosing the mass inside. The feeling of my pink lips shutting it inside was a feeling I would never tire of feeling. I always loved how my wet core slathered the egg-shaped smooth piece of polished wood inside my pink hole. It always allowed me to move my body over it in rhythmic motions that brought out feelings of sexual bliss. I never needed anything with ridges to get off. As long as something hard was deep inside me, I always made it work. Once I started to move my body up and down over the bedpost, I could feel my ruffled lips part and stretch to numbing tingles. The feeling always sent shivers through my body as my pussy lips pulled apart to slide over the round oval apparatus. Lowering myself back over it was the best part because as I felt it slowly go back inside; the fullness Escort Pendik gave me a sense of closure. I was never concerned of ripping my enclosure. The elasticity of my pussy was my best quality. It could wrap around anything that had a round head. My hot liquid always lubricated the bedpost so generously that my labia never folded over onto themselves. I was always so dripping wet, my naturalness coated every inch of my ten centimeter long slit. I loved how my sexual lips just slid along the wet smoothness as I bounced on top of my bedpost. I would always pause slightly when I lowered myself back over it because the feeling of my labia tightening over the indentation, gripping the thinness of it as the heavy shape filled me, gave me the feeling of tightness, even though I had taken a thick object inside. The only way I could describe the feeling was that my labia wrapped around the bottom of the bedpost, closing around it like a zipper, securing safely the item deep inside. The tightening of my lips around the base always made me moan. But as I moved upward, my body would be so aroused finally, my clit would pop out as my pussy lips stretched over the thick roundness to release the hold.

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My Wife Nadia – Pt. 09

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If you haven’t been following our adventures, Nadia is my wife. 5’10 gorgeous Eastern European heritage. We married very young and I was her first. Nadia is sweet and flirty but innocent.So by now my innocent wife has not only had two short encounters with Matt, been watched by Steve, she’s spent an entire night in bed with Matt.Work took Matt and I, as well as our team, out of town for a few weeks. Nadia and I had spoken, having had her night with Matt she was more than happy to grant me a kitchen pass. I punched the pass with a waitress at a bar while out of town but that’s not what you’re here to read about.Some time had gone by since Nadia and Matt’s night together. I was back out of town. Matt was home though. One afternoon Matt messaged me.”Hey bud, you okay if I invite Nadia over for dinner? I get it if it’s not cool though.” He messaged.”It’s all good, go ahead. Enjoy! If anything happens, you just have to let me know how it went,” I responded.”Sure thing!” Matt confirmed.I had figured I’d get an update the next morning and was looking forward to it.Now Matt lived in an low rise condo building. Another good friend, Kevin, that we’d known forever also lived in the same building. At the time Kevin was living with his girlfriend.Late in the evening I got a text from Kevin, “Hey, are you out of town?””Yeah, back next week, need anything?” I replied.”Nah, I got home and walking down the hall past Matt’s place, I could have sworn Ümraniye Escort I heard Nadia laughing. Figured you guys may be over,” Kevin messaged.Kevin’s a good, trusted friend. I really didn’t care if he knew Nadia and Matt were goofing around. In fact, I thought it might be funny. Kevin was at the house when Nadia and Matt had snuck upstairs anyway.”Ya bud, I think Nadia went over to Matt’s to hang out,” I replied.”Nice, I’m just eating dinner, maybe I’ll go see what they’re up to after I’m done,” Kevin texted.I started getting jealous again, heart racing, thinking Nadia would likely be fucked again. If Kevin interrupted, it may not happen. I needed a quick plan.”Actually, do me a favour?” I asked.”Sure?” replied Kevin.I asked Kevin, “When you’re done eating, just take a wonder over and have a listen at the door?””Spy on Matt and your wife? Is there a problem?!” Kevin exclaimed.”No no! Let me know what the conversation is and I’ll text them something related to it… just to fuck with them,” I responded.”Ha ha sure,” replied Kevin.Thirty minutes went by and I was wondering just what Kevin would hear.I got, what I read as, a frantic text from Kevin, “Do you know what’s happening?!””I have an idea,” I replied, hoping Kevin had just heard Nadia and Matt making another bed squeak.”No, seriously. Are you aware?” Kevin asked.”I’m pretty sure, yes,” I replied.”This isn’t all fucked up?” Kevin asked.”Hahaha Ümraniye Escort Bayan no. They have a thing while I’m away,” I explained.”Seriously?” Kevin replied.”Yup, what’re you hearing?” I wanted to know what he’d actually heard now!”Man, I think it’s Nadia but it’s hard to tell. All I hear is balls slapping and screaming into a pillow. Are they fucking? Is this a joke?” Kevin asked.”They’re likely fucking, it’s all good!” I told him.”Ya, it’s Nadia. Apparently Matt is ‘fucking huge’,” Kevin confirmed.”Apparently?” I asked.”Your wife just moaned ‘You’re fucking huge!’… I think most people in the hallway could hear it!” Kevin exclaimed.”Hahahaha good on him!” I laughed as I replied.”Dude, she sounds hot! Sorry,” Kevin apologized as he likely continued to listen.”Enjoy!” I messaged.I texted Matt, “How’s dinner?”About half an hour later he responded, “Dinner was okay, dessert was terrific!”Nadia texted me a few minutes later, “Hey babe, I didn’t mention it earlier, I figured you were busy. Matt invited me over for dinner.”I was incredibly jealous and turned on. Nadia hadn’t mentioned going over to Matt’s and had now just texted, after getting railed.”How was dinner?” I asked Nadia.”Good,” she simply replied.”Still there?” I asked as it was about 10pm at this point.”Can I send you a photo?” Nadia asked.”Sure,” I replied as I wondered what I was about to see.I got the photo, it was a selfie. Nadia Escort Ümraniye was laying in Matt’s bed, topless, Matt’s hand firmly grabbing one of her breasts with the caption “I hope you don’t mind?”I was hard as a rock in my hotel room and asked, “Is that all that’s happened?””Do you mind if I stay the night?” Nadia redirected.”You avoided the question,” I messaged.”Well… we may have just fucked… ” Nadia responded.”Tell me about it?” I asked.”When you’re home, I promise,” Nadia replied.I was dying to know and replied, “Haha tell me something?””Okay but I’m staying the night then! After dinner we ended up in bed. He fucked me doggy style and came all over my ass. Happy? I’ll text you in the morning,” she described briefly.”Wait! Did he get you off from behind?” I asked.”Twice! It was amazing! I’m putting the phone down,” Nadia exclaimed.I had never been able to get Nadia off from behind, she always complained it hurt and could never get there. Matt just accomplished something with her that I hadn’t been able to!I was also incredibly turned on that she hadn’t mentioned dinner beforehand. Was the innocence turning a little mischievous?Over the next couple days Nadia and I had chatted. I was fine that she’d gone to Matt’s and didn’t tell me before but I felt a little let down that I wasn’t included some how.  I would have been happy if they’d at least sent a couple more photos. I enjoyed seeing or at least hearing Nadia get fucked, that was my benefit from her freedom.I should also explain that these early stories actually occurred several years ago. Smartphones had just progressed past the Palm Treo I’d been issued for work. There was no FaceTime, no SnapChat. In fact it was very new to be able to text message a photo. 

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A teasing blindfolded fantasy come true

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My husband and I regularly talk about our fantasies and ideas to spice up our sex life. During one of these conversations he mentioned something new that he would like to try: ‘I would like to tie you up on the bed, blindfold you and then wank my cock. You will be able to feel and hear it but not do anything about it. I will tease the pussy at the same time and get you hot and horny and you will get really frustrated as I pleasure myself.’ I liked the sound of this suggestion. I love watching my husband wank his shaft, there is something so sexy about seeing him stroke his rock hard dick in pleasure and I am never able to resist in sucking him off or lubing up my hand to join in and help. ‘Then next time we can switch and you can tie me up and leave me frustrated as you play with your pussy next to me, which will make me so horny and hard.’ My pussy started to twitch with excitement at these suggestions and I could feel the moistness between my legs. We agreed to try the fantasy out a few days later but after talking dirty for the last hour we both needed some quick satisfaction Maltepe Escort before sleep. My husband’s cock was already stiff with longing and I was desperate to feel it inside me. He soon realised this as his hands felt my dripping wet hole and I moaned loudly as his fingers brushed over my clit. After a few rubs he could tell I was already on the verge so climbed on top and started to rub his penis up and down my wet slit. I lifted my bum to encourage his entry and a loud groan escaped me as he slid deep inside. He worked his cock back and forth and I grabbed his arse cheeks pushing him in deeper. He then lifted my legs onto his shoulders and rammed his cock in. This position felt so good as he was hitting right on my g spot and I could feel his full length pumping in and out as his balls bounced against my bum cheeks. I lowered one of my legs so I could bring myself to orgasm by fingering myself whilst he fucked me. I slid my fingers between my swollen cunt lips and felt the familiar heat and wetness and the longing for my clitoris to be Maltepe Escort Bayan stimulated. I knew my husband was holding back his orgasm as I moaned, hoping we would orgasm together. I frantically rubbed my fingers over my clit, feeling it swell under my touch and the building of pleasure starting. My husband started sucking on my breasts, making the clit tingle with excitement and my body went tense as my orgasm began. Then came the sweet release of pleasure; I bucked back and forth as my hole pumped around my husband’s cock, ‘cum in me baby, cum in me,’ I moaned as my husband arched forward and released his salty cum inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back and we lay for a few moments sated, the whole thing had not taken long as our dirty talk had got us both so horny. We cleared up and both slept soundly looking forward to acting out our fantasy we had discussed.The day came, my husband came home from work as normal, we talked about our day, ate our evening meal, pausing every so often for some long lingering kisses and then quickly Escort Maltepe headed up to the bedroom, anxious to get started. He kissed me deeply by the bed, searching my mouth with his tongue and pulling me into him. He ran his hands over my large breasts and clamped his fingers over my nipples as he felt them tighten. I reached down and felt his dick, it was hard already and he said he was feeling very excited. He pulled my dress up over my head and ordered me onto the bed in my bra and knickers. ‘Time for you to be tied up!’ He placed a black silk eye mask over my head plunging me into darkness and I began to feel very excited with the anticipation of what was to come. He then tied both my hands to the corners of the bed with our dressing gown belts and told me to spread my legs wide and keep them there. I then heard him take off his t-shirt and drop his jeans to the floor. My sense of hearing was definitely heightened and I was longing to feel him touch me. I was not to be disappointed, he began tracing his fingers up and down the insides of my legs. My pussy tightened as he reached my inner thigh but he just brushed his hands lightly over my knickers before tracing his fingers down my other thigh and I could feel my wetness building. I heard him remove his boxers, ‘I am naked now,’ I nodded in knowing, I was anxious to hear him start wanking his shaft.

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Bobby and I had changed the venue of the party. I thought that my shower would suffice. On further reflection, however, we decided that the pool deck would better serve our needs. The men had started arriving. Bozeman had arrived, early of course, with his buddies, Jimmy and his twin brother Jay. I was amazed at how identical they were. Mr. Harvey was here along with Jerry, the janitor, Mr. Boyd, and Mr. Jones. A knock on the door signaled the arrival of Coach Joe. I was very pleasantly surprised that he brought a friend with him. Introduced as Tony, he was a tall athletic man about the same build as Bobby. I directed them to the pool, where there was a cooler full of beer, cokes, and waters. Soon the doorbell rang and there was Hargass, Scott, and a smiling, nurse Abernathy. “I hope you don’t mind my crashing your party,” she said, holding out a bottle of Jim Beam Rye.“Glad to have you,” Bobby smiled, taking the bottle and leading them to the pool. Mr. Hargass lingered with me and said that he took the liberty of inviting a few others. “Don’t worry, they are nice and discrete.”“How, many?” I asked, feeling the wetness between my legs begin to seep down my thigh.“Oh, don’t worry, it’s only eight of the guys from the school administration board. You know them all, I’m sure.” “Eight?” I asked, doing the math in my head. There were, including Bobby, twenty swinging dicks plus Ms. Abernathy going to be here. “Wow.”“They are on their way,” he smiled, “unless you want me to call them off.”“No,” I smiled, “The more the merrier.”By the time Hargass and I arrived at the pool, they were all talking and drinking. The sun was beginning to fade to the west. Probable only two hours until sunset. I clinked my glass of wine with a fork, getting everyone’s attention, “Welcome everyone, I hope you are all ready to have some fun.” There was another knock on the door and I asked Bobby to go see about it. “If you would all remove your clothes, we can get started. Bobby returned with the eight men that Hargass had invited. They too undressed. I got my phone and dialed my husband. He was off work for the evening and had time to watch. Connecting the GoPro to my phone, I stood in the middle of the crowd and undressed. The camera witnessed everything. I kneeled on a blanket and the men started to surround me. Bobby made sure that no one blocked the camera view. There were dicks everywhere. Mr. Scott and three of the school admin guys were black. I loved the color contrast with my pale skin. They were eager to get to me so I decided to make the first part of the video, interracial. You know, white chick and black dick. I had a cock in each hand, stroking and licking, looking at the camera. Bobby made sure to get nice shots and closeups. The black men all had very nice, long cocks, not as big as Bobby’s, but big nonetheless.I Anadolu Yakası Escort took the first one in my mouth, sucking him in, all the way to the hilt. He put his hand on the top of my head, holding me tightly against his belly, his cock deep in my throat. Pulling away, I turned and swallowed the guy on my left. Back and forth, to sucked both guys as the other two black men stood close, stroking their cocks. The first man came, sending a looping rope of sticky cum across my forehead, before I took his cock in my mouth, catching the rest of his load. As I was looking at the camera, mouth open and showing my husband the mouth full of cum, I was pelted in the face by another thick, white gob of cum. Quickly taking his cock in my mouth, I received his load. Talk about a mouth full of cum. He pulled away limp, as I turned back to the camera, cum faced and mouth open. Scott and the other black man replaced the two spent cocks. I swallowed hard, feeling the hot sweet cum sliding down my throat. I take Scott next, his long cock sliding past my tonsils and into my throat, he cums immediately. I am disappointed but, some guys are like that. I look at the camera, shaking my head then go to work on the other cock. As I do, Hargass positions me so that he can fuck me doggy style as I suck the cock in my mouth. I feel so slutty in front of all these men, naked and being taken as I suck cock after cock. The cock in my mouth spurt its cum, sending a mouthful down my throat. Some of these guys, especially the first four turned out to be disappointing. Oh well, there are sixteen that I know will come through.Abernathy knelt in front of me, kissing me like a lover. She licked cum from my face and swallowed it. Laying on her back, she spread her legs and I devoured her sweet pussy. She had freshly shaved it since this morning. I was a novice at eating pussy, but I was quickly becoming addicted. Another of the remaining fifteen men stepped over her, his dick in my face. Bobby got into position to get the video. His cock exploded in a shower of cum. My face and Bonnie’s pussy were covered in thick white ropes of cum. I looked into the camera and told my husband I wished he were there. Another man stepped over, taking the place of the last. He pointed his cock at my face and let loose a golden stream. I opened my mouth, drinking every drop of his offering. Abernathy, or Bonnie, was surprised but didn’t seem to mind the warm, golden shower. Hargass was steady, and forcefully pounding my pussy with his hard cock. He was no amateur, lasting longer than the first four, together. After a few minutes, he pulled out, rubbing his pussy soaked cock on my asshole. I pushed back against him, taking him into my back door. He pulled me into a sitting position on his lap and laid us both back. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan Another of the men stepped between my legs, kneeling, he pushed his cock into my pussy. I was double penetrated. Never having had the experience, I had to get used to the feeling. I came suddenly, feeling another of the men cumming on my face as the two fucked my ass and pussy. Convulsing and moaning, I squirted my juices on the two fuckers. The guy fucking my pussy shot his thick load into me and was replaced by one of the twins. His cock was thick and hard, squishing into my cummy pussy. His brother stood at my side, offering his equally thick cock. I took it into my mouth, sucking for all I was worth. His brother was just inches from my face as he fucked me. After a minute or so of sucking the standing brother, he pulled his cock away, offering it to his twin. I came again, watching him suck his brother’s dick. Surprised that it was such a turn-on, I devoured his cock when he offered it back to me. We took turns sucking him until he blew his load on my face and in my mouth. His brother came in my pussy soon after. Two more of the men from the school admin walked up, pissing all over me and Hargass, who was still fucking my asshole. Bobby was still filming, albeit with Bonnie sucking his huge dick. Looking around, some of the men were just watching. Others were stroking their cocks. I wanted them all. One, two, three at a time. I didn’t care, I just wanted to be fucked like a whore for my husband. I wanted cum dripping from every hole on my body. The two guys who pissed on us were hard now, offering their cocks to my mouth. I took one in either hand, sucking each one at a time. They moved even closer, taking the back of my head and pushing both cocks into my mouth at once.I was taking all they could give and wanting more. My body glistened with sweat and piss, three cocks pounding me at the moment, and my pussy was vacant. It needed attention too. I motioned to the janitor to come fill it. It took him a minute to get into position, but he got there. All my holes were now being plundered. Bobby was taking video, having filled Abernathy’s mouth with his cum. I just knew that my husband had his cock in his hand, stroking it while watching his slut wife. One of the men in my mouth pulled out, stroking his cock frantically in my face. He was ready to blow. The other man soon followed suit. I opened my mouth wide. The second man actually came first, shooting a huge rope of cum across my face and over my head. The first exploded into my mouth and all over my face. The second guy’s remaining cum ended up on my face, one long looping blast at a time. I was covered in it. It dripped onto my tits and flew past onto Hargass, who still pounded his cock in and out of my ass. Another Escort Anadolu Yakası of the men came over. He didn’t want to touch me. He just stroked his cock and added more cum to my face. He was followed by another who was then followed by another. I must have been unrecognizable. One of the black men came back, his cock hard and dripping precum. He took me by the back of my head and shoved his cock deep into my cummy mouth. He was getting into it this time. Thrusting his cock into my throat and back out hard and fast. There were several strands of cum connecting my chin and his balls. Hargass finally convulsed in orgasm, filling my asshole with a huge load of cum. He was trapped beneath my body though and couldn’t pull out. I felt him soften inside my anus. I was being pulled up off the principal and roughly throat fucked at the same time. Another man replaced Hargass and I sat back down on his dick, burying him deep in my pussy. Things were sore all over my body, from my nipples to my asshole, but I was having the time of my life. I looked to my left and saw Scott and another of the black men in a sixty-nine position, sucking each other like madmen. Another man stepped up, shoving his cock in my face, joining the black dick in my mouth. Two cocks sawing into and out of my throat. I opened wide and took it. Bonnie was to my right, sucking another dick. I had known her for three years and never thought she was so wild. I guess she could say the same about me.  One of the men seemed to mind getting cum on them. It was just a good time all around. I worked on the two cocks in my mouth as another man stood in front of me between the two. He began pissing in my face as the black man spurted his cum in my throat. I swallowed hard as the other cock spat its load also. My belly was so full of cum that I could hear it slosh when I moved. I wanted more. Another cock then another. Some I had sucked twice or even three times. I couldn’t tell you how many men had cum in my mouth, pussy, or ass at this point. I was basically a bottle of cum. It dropped from my pussy and ass. It stuck to my face and hands. It was in my hair. Needing a break, I laid on the lounger and was immediately surrounded by eight men. Their cocks spraying golden piss all over my body. The sun had disappeared behind the distant trees. A warm glow filled the sky. It was beginning to get dark but everyone hung in. The twins were both kneeling in front of Bozeman, sucking his dick. I let the warm flow of urine cleanse my body. It felt good. Some of the men rested, gathering strength for the next round. Bobby handed me a glass of wine to wash my mouth out with. I turned it up and swallowed it in just a few gulps. “Coach Joe,” I yelled.“What?” He answered with a smile.“Got some cum for me?”He stepped up, his deformed dick, hard and curved, and said, “Fuck, or suck?”I smiled and took his dick in my mouth, sucking for all I was worth. He wouldn’t last long. I sucked him so hard, taking him in and out of my mouth quickly, over and over again. he pushed his cock as deep as he could, holding my head for control. I felt him tense and I knew the dam was about to break. 

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The Au Pair – Part 2

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Martina sat on a kitchen stool, polishing the cutlery, as she listened to the gentle hum of the washing machine. It was a Saturday morning and she had got up early to make up for taking the previous day as a holiday. She hadn’t dressed properly, as she had expected to be alone, and had put her hair in two loose bunches and thrown on a pair of grey shorts and a white vest. She had been with Olivia and Ben for three weeks now, and had attended to her duties assiduously and not once given Olivia cause to regret her appointment. Yes, Olivia would rather she didn’t go around quite so semi-dressed at times. But she wasn’t so inadequately attired for it to be an issue, and it was only in the morning, after all.Martina looked up as she heard the door click open, and Ben came through still looking rather sleepy wearing just a pair of combat shorts and a bare torso.“Martina! You’re up early.”“Good morning, Ben. Sleep well?”“Yes, I didn’t know you were… I’ll go dress.”“Rubbish. You’re okay. I’ll make for you some coffee.”“Thank you. It’s going to be a hot one,” said Ben, looking at the sunlight, which was blazing through the window.Martina allowed herself a little smirk and turned to Ben.“A hot one?”“Eh? I mean the weather.”She turned and looked at him, as she plunged the rod on the cafetière and then gazed down at his bare chest and well defined arms.“You have nice konstrukce, Ben,” she said.“Construksi?”“Yes… svalstvo… muscles!”“Well, it’s the press ups, probably,” said Ben, pleased at the compliment.She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him and stroked his right biceps. Ben followed the contours of her thighs and bum and looked up at her and began to get the first hard-on of the morning.“I will make for you toast. You like marmalade?”Ben could have corrected her faulty grammar, but he actually liked the way she talked. It added to her appeal. Almost a week had passed since she had wanked him through his shorts, in her room. Since then she had continued her skilful flirtation and innuendo, which she disguised behind her faltering English. Neither of them had alluded to the incident. It had been left behind closed doors and – as Martina had said, ‘their fantasy.’It felt unreal for Ben. He was still a virgin, but had now gone a whole lot further than he ever had with a girl. Never the less, there was still so much he didn’t know and had never experienced. He looked at Martina in her shorts and his mind did somersaults. He almost dare not imagine the wonderfully warm and moist treasures that lay underneath. He regularly tugged himself off to porn on his laptop. He had seen close-ups of a pussy, but that was a million Kadıköy Escort miles away from the real thing. He turned to gaze at her gorgeous bum as she put the slices of bread in the toaster, turning just in time to dodge being caught. In a way, he wanted to be caught. He wanted her to admonish him for his lust. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready, or if his pounding heart could cope with the stress. He looked at her shapely legs and the teasingly brazen outline of her pussy lips. “It will be a minute only. I make for you nice. What are your plans for the day?”“Cello practise, this morning. Then nothing, really.”“No party? I never hear that you go to party. Why is, Ben?”“I don’t know. I’m not… I get invited sometimes.”“You should party. Always on Friday is party time in Prague. Yesterday night, all my friends will be celebrating for the nice weather and outside. Have you been to Prague, Ben?”“No, I never.”“Ah you should do. Maybe when I finish with your Mum, I will show you, and…”Martina’s flow was interrupted by the ‘terchunk’ of the toaster popping up. He ate his breakfast and downed his coffee as the blonde au pair fiddled with the controls of the washing machine. She bent down, revealing a sexy inch or so of her cheeky bottom crack. When she stood up, the cotton of her shorts was trapped between the cheeks. Ben was caught between the basic urges to fill his stomach and the demands of his testosterone. He watched her tousled blonde hair, not yet combed, fall around her shoulders, as she piled the washing into a yellow basket. She bent down, facing him and her breasts jiggled freely, visible over the top of her loose-fitting vest.She looked up and followed his gaze.“Is breakfast with podívaná, Ben?” she said, giggling naughtily. “Hmmm?” “Breakfast with a peepshow!” she translated. You will get me fired!” She picked up the basket, chuckling to herself and carried it out into the garden, leaving Ben to finish his toast.After breakfast, the normality of the weekend kicked in. Martina went to the gym, Olivia joined her friend for a few games of tennis and Ben went to practise the cello with his cohorts at the local church hall. His cello kept him sane, as his hormones and the demands of his college work colluded to place him on an emotional roller coaster. On top of all that, he had Martina to contend with. A 21 year-old Czech blonde, who was impossibly sexy and seemed to delight in getting him aroused without any effort. Marshalling his confidence around Martina had its benefits and Ben had grown a little bolder with girls at college and had begun to feel less of a jerk and Kadıköy Escort Bayan was less tongue tied when talking to the hotter students in his group. He knew he had to relate to girls as people first and as sex bunnies second, and somehow all his lustful energy had been directed towards the au pair. It was like even the hottest girls in his group played second fiddle to her. That at least was the positive interpretation of his situation. The other side of the coin, was that she embodied all the qualities that defined his teenage preoccupation with sex. There was a sexual tension building, which he was finding difficult to control. She only had to look at him in a certain way and it would give him an erection. He wasn’t even sure if that was normal. His father was away at just a crucial time in his adolescence. It was hardly something he could broach on his weekly Skype with him and he certainly couldn’t ask his Mum.As he prepared to pack up his cello, he wondered how Martina was doing in the gym. The corollary of that thought was naturally of her taking a shower after her work out. He was beginning to lose command of his own imagination and it led to his inevitable arousal. He stood up and used his cello case as a convenient shield, as he spoke to one of his fellow musicians. After the events at breakfast and then spending longer in the kitchen than he had intended, he had gone out with his urges unfulfilled. Thinking of the au pair was making his cock uncomfortably hard and balls ache. He seriously needed to sort himself out.When he got home, he rushed upstairs, but to his dismay found his mother in his room with the technician who had come to install the broadband upgrade. He had forgotten about that, so he took a deep breath and went down to play on his Soccer Wii – taking penalties. It took his mind off things, until he heard the front door go, and Martina entered, her hair all fluffy and looking very sporty in her thigh length lycra shorts and tight top. “What are you playing,” she asked, dropping her sports bag in the hall.“It’s Match of the Day.”“What is? Is soccer game? Can I have a go?”“Sure. You stand on this mat and press that button when you want to shoot.”“Okay. I will take a penalty.”“Sure. Stand here.”“Here?”“No here.” Ben put his hands on Martina’s waist and guided her to the right spot. Martina looked round at him, giving him a heart-stoppingly sexy glance.After a couple of goes she scored and celebrated, which made them both laugh.“Do you have Grand Slam, the tennis game?”“Yeah, I do.”“Okay, we must play some time, and I will beat you.”“I’m quite good!” Escort Kadıköy said Ben, confidently.“We will see!” she countered, beaming.“But now I go to change and study for the English, Ben. Maybe you like to help with me?”“With the English?”“Yes. It is well? You can correct my mistakes.”“Well, yes sure.”“I just go to change into something and I will listen for you knock.”Ben switched off the Wii and packed it into its box, and his Mum came down with the technician, and saw him out.“Good session with the cello, Ben?”“Yes, fine. I’m going to help Martina with her English…”“Good. I think she’ll benefit from it. She’s coming on though isn’t she?”“Yeah, definitely. Ummm… I’ll just go up.”“Good. Oh by the way. I’ve been asked to take a conference Monday and Tuesday. I’m leaving tomorrow after dinner, so you’ll be in charge!”“You’re staying over?” said Ben, comprehending that he would be alone with Martina for two nights.“Yes, it’s in Bath of all places. I’m sure you’ll cope, and Martina’s great.”“Oh yeah, great. That’s good then.”“Yes. Well I better read up on the agenda. Are you okay, Ben?”“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.”“Good. See you later.”Ben gave a thumbs up to his Mum went upstairs.Ben’s genital issues were now becoming a real problem. The realisation of spending two nights in the house alone with the au pair, was producing a kaleidoscope of erotic scenarios and his cock was stirring again. He just needed a few minutes alone to relieve the frustration and he would be okay. He tip toed past Martina’s room, but managed to find the loose floor board, which was the wiring access and it betrayed his presence.“It’s open,” Ben, came Martina’s silky Czech voice.Ben froze and pulling himself together, pushed open her door.Martina was lying on her belly, her knees bent and her feet crossed behind her, as she read a book. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt and a summery buttonless shirt, which was tied above her midriff. She turned over and bent one leg, as she looked at Ben. He wanted not to ogle, but his gaze went straight to her white panties, which were impossible to miss, in the way that she was now lying on her bed. Ben could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, by the way her up tilted breasts were pointing through the silk of her blouse.“Come and sit here while I read, Ben.”Martina had put on a little lipstick and gloss and sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume. He tried to block out the effects she had on him, but it was too much; especially with her sultry smile and that beautiful Prague accent.“Do you not want to help me with the English, Ben?”“Yes, why?”“I think you don’t like to teach me.”“No, it’s fine.”“Always it is fine, Ben!” she said, stifling a giggle.“I’m always saying ‘fine’ it’s me. I know I’m a bit lame, sometimes.”“Lame? What is lame?”“Sort of predictable and boring.”“No, I don’t think you are boring. “You don’t change you, Ben. You are… pohledný…” Martina paused thinking for the English word.

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