Door to Door to Bedroom Floor

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Alpha Male

After high school graduation, I took a summer job selling magazine subscriptions.

I needed some serious scratch if I was ever going to move out of my parent’s house, and I knew that if I waited too long, I’d end up like my older brother. At age twenty-three, he had taken over the basement den with no intention of leaving. And why should he? He mooches food from my parents, weed from my stash, and wi-fi for endless hours of video games and porn.

The door to door game is brutal. If you’re lucky enough to get someone to answer the door, they either stare at you like your face is a festering pus sack until you shut up so they can say No! or they just slam the door in your face directly.

But I digress.

It was my first day, and after about an hour, I decided the job wouldn’t work for me. I just didn’t have the people skills to con people into worthless magazines they could get at the grocery store if they really wanted one. So I decided to knock on Jennifer’s door, just for fun.

I’d had a crush on her most of my life. We met in kindergarten, and by the time we hit junior high, she was a stone cold fox, way out of my league. But we were friends all the way through high school.

God, I wish I could have fingered the shit out of her the one chance I had at senior prom. Her date, Brenden Fletcher, nicknamed “Jock with the Donkey Cock”, got pendik escort so wasted, he had to catch an Uber home early in the evening. Jennifer was so pissed, and understandably mortified. She would have no one to take back to the hotel she had to pay for since Brenden was a cheap douche with no shame. So she invited me to spend the night with her. My dumb ass just spooned her until we both fell asleep.

I’ve digressed again.

Anyway, I knocked on Jennifer’s door to see if she wanted to go out and grab a coffee before I turned in my gear and told my boss to go find another sucker. But her mom answered.

In all the years I knew Jennifer, I never met Mrs. Stephenson. They looked eerily similar with the same shapely curves and big, ocean-blue eyes. She was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans.

“Oh, hi, are you Mrs. Stephenson,” I asked, caught off guard. She was beautiful. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Of course she was. I wondered what color. I wondered if they smelled a little at the crotch. I was getting hard.

“Yes,” she said tersely, waiting for me to tell her who the fuck was at her doorstep. For a second, I forget I looked like a sorry sack-of-shit salesman.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, looking down at my shitty tie and clipboard. “I’m not here to sell you anything. Um, is Jennifer home?”

“No,” istanbul escort Mrs. Stephenson said, with her lips looking all delicious like her daughter’s. “She left for Malibu with Brenden.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I lied. “She told me about that.”

We stood there on the Stephenson doorstep for an awkward bout of silence. I wondered what it was like to breastfeed on those heavenly tits. I didn’t realize I was staring right into her low-cut t-shirt, until she smiled and spoke again.

“Was there something else you needed?” she asked.

Her lips were ridiculous. How could God make such a beautiful creature, then duplicate her for my agony? I was so pathetic.

“I’m Jonathan Smith,” I said. Can she tell that I want to sniff her panties in the crotch area? I wondered if she ever got wet in the middle of the day just fantasizing about random dicks.

Mrs. Stephenson’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God, Jonathan!” she exclaimed with the inflection of almost a question. “Come in and cool yourself for a second. I’ve got soda in the fridge!”

The weather was mild, not at all hot enough to be fatigued from heat.

“Or would you prefer a beer?” she asked like she was getting away with something naughty.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll have a beer if you do.”

I’m going to fuck the shit out of Jennifer Stephenson’s mother, I thought kartal escort to myself.

Before I could take my thought any further, she took me by the wrist. “Come see Jennifer’s room. Have you ever been here? She’s got quite a bedroom.”

She led me down a hallway, sans beer, and pushed me into a room that was obviously Jennifer’s. It had her smell, her style, her aura.

Suddenly, I realize I’m being pushed onto the bed.

“Don’t fight with me, son,” she said. “Mommy needs this more than you do.”

My dick wasted no time getting rock hard. As she unzipped my pants, my throbbing boner maneuvered its way out of the leg of my boxers and stood at attention.

“Mrs. Stephenson, I don’t have-“

“Shhhhh,” Mrs. Stephenson said, sinking between my legs to her knees. “You can’t give me babies. Just lie back and close your eyes, hunny.”

Mrs. Stephenson took my stiff member in her hands, wrapped her goddess lips around it, swirled her tongue around my head, and tugged gently at my shaft.

“Oh, Gawd,” I exclaimed. “I’m cumming!”

Damn it if I didn’t just bust my nut within less than five seconds of contact. Mrs. Stephenson ravenously slurped up every thick drop of my load, as if its nutrients were a matter of life and death.

She wiped her mouth and rose to her feet. Sinking her body onto mine, she kissed me. She tasted like salt and puppy breath. Is that what cum tastes like? I asked myself.

“Come see Mommy again soon?” she asked, her eyes demanding it.

“Yes, mommy,” I said. Then with a sheen of purpose, “Would you like to buy a year’s subscription to National Geographic?”

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A Night with Chey

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Amateur

After I had just turned 18, I was lying in bed listening to the rain, and wind outside when I heard a subtle knock upon the door. I wondered who would be knocking on my door this late at night. I hadn’t had this happen to me before.

“Come in.” I said.

Obviously, I assumed it would be one of my parents. I could hear the handle turn on the door, and the door opened.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

I hadn’t seen that the person that walked through that door wasn’t one of my parents yet. It was a girl who looked to be about my age, maybe a few years older. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a t-shirt, black shoes, and modern sunglasses. She was slender, and had black hair. I recognized this girl from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where.

“Hi, Dominic.” She said.

I wondered how this girl knew my name. Obviously, I knew this girl from somewhere. I immediately felt slightly more comfortable knowing that it was somebody that knew me by my first name.

“Hi, who are you?” I asked, confused.

“Chey.” She replied.

“You mean mecidiyeköy escort like the Chey from Prescott Valley?” I said.

“Hi Dom.” She interrupted.

I couldn’t believe it, this was a girl that I hadn’t seen since I was seven. I can’t believe that she remembered me, and furthermore cared enough to come see me. I admit I’d had feelings for her then, that’s something that I’ve never told anyone, and I’ve never really got over it either.

“Hey Chey.” I replied.

She sat down at the edge of the bed, and before I could say anything else, she put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing. It felt good, but I couldn’t believe she was doing this. I couldn’t resist, and I moved my hand to her crotch, put my hand down her pants, and started rubbing her pussy, and then I started slowly fingering her. She didn’t resist to any of it. As I started fingering her a little bit faster she began to let out little moans. She pulled off my underwear, and started stroking my cock.

“Oh god that feels good!” I exclaimed.

Then, ümraniye escort I stopped her, and had her lay down. I got down to her feet. Then I leaned down, and started slowly sucking her toes. Her feet tasted so good. Then I started licking all over her soles. Her feet tasted salty, and slightly sweet. After I finished licking her feet, I put my cock between her feet, and she started stroking my cock with her feet. Her soft soles felt so good on my cock. It was amazing.

“Oh my god, your feet feel so good on my cock!” I exclaimed.

Then, I laid down onto the bed again, and she leaned down, and licked my cock from base to tip on the underside. I shivered at the feeling. Then she stopped, got up off the bed, and stripped completely naked. As she was doing this, I took off my shirt, as to be completely naked. Then, she laid down on the bed, and I leaned down to her crotch, and inhaled deeply, she smelt so good, then I began licking her pussy. I circled around her clit, and did a few long licks from her hole all the way to her clit, and back again. escort nişantaşı She tasted so good, I felt like I could do this forever. She was letting out lots of little moans as I licked her pussy.

“Oh yea, that feels so good! Keep licking my pussy!” She exclaimed.

After that, I laid back down on the bed. Then she got down to my cock, and started sucking my cock. It felt so good as my cock disappeared all the way into her mouth. I was trying to keep myself from coming right then. It was so hot watching my cock disappear into her mouth all the way to the base.

“Oh, hell yea!” I moaned.

Then, she got up onto me. I positioned my cock right at her little pussy, and she slowly lowered down onto me. I almost came immediately with the feeling of her warm pussy lips spreading over the head of my cock. She was so wet that it slipped all the way in. It felt unbelievably good having my cock deep in her tight little pussy. As I fucked her, she let out big moans.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.

Then, she got off me, laid down next to me, and took my cock in her mouth. I came almost instantly into her warm mouth. It felt so good to cum in her mouth. She swallowed most of the cum, and the rest was dripping down her chin, which was such a hot sight.

Tell me what you think, this is my first story! 😀

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A Holiday in Kerala Ch. 4

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Big Tits

Nothing happened over the weekend. Naani came in the morning as usual and helped around the house. When I tried to get her attention, she ignored me.

“We shouldn’t be careless. Otherwise we will be in trouble.” She warned me quietly.

On Monday, before she left after finishing her work, she came up to my room where I was reading, on some pretext, and quietly told me. “Leave the back door open to night before you go to bed. We will come.”

Before I could say anything she left.

Granny went to bed at 9.00 pm as usual. I locked up and waited. My bedroom window was open to let in the cool night air. I switched off the light and waited. I could hear distant thunder and lightning. I was worried it might rain and the women would not come. Only the dim staircase light was on. I could not stand the waiting. I quietly went to the kitchen, opened the back door and waited for the girls. It was almost 10.00 pm when I saw them coming. When they neared the house, I quietly called out to them. As they, entered the house, large drops of rain started falling on the roof. We closed the door and slowly we crept upstairs to my room. Luckily Granny was a good sleeper. Now the rain fell steadily with occasional thunder and lightning. It was good for us for any we didn’t have to be so quiet any more. I switched on the nightlight.

Naani and Devi were both freshly washed and smelled of perfumed talc. They were carrying a small satchel. They took some snacks some bananas and left them on the table. Naani took a bottle of milky liquid and placed it on the table. Then she placed a small bottle of oil on the table. I examined the large bottle, uncapped it and smelt it. Naani and Devi smiled.

.“It is fresh toddy,” Devi said. “It is sweet, you can taste it if you want. We usually take a bit every day to refresh ourselves after a hard day in the fields.”

I took a sip. It tasted like fresh coconut water. I took a gulp. I wanted to take another gulp when Devi stopped me. “Drink it slowly,” she warned. Then they too took a gulp each. I was not used to taking liquor. We then sat on the floor. Within a few minutes, as we were chatting I felt light and warm. The girls noticed it. They took another gulp and started to undress me. Naani pulled off my lungi while Devi took off my shirt. They set work on me. Devi took hold of my prick with both her hands and started massaging it. A tinge of warmth ran through my body.

The rain began to pour. It was usual for the rainy season in Kerala. The wind was blowing the rain into the room through the open window. Naani got up to close it. As she was busy closing the window I sneaked on all fours and tugged at her mundu. It slid and fell on to the floor, exposing her naked backside. I immediately hugged her backside and licked it all over. I was feeling tipsy now. The sudden exposure must have chilled her for she wriggled her backside while closing the window. She was also wet in front by the drizzle. Her blouse was wet and Naani was not wearing a bra. Her dark skin around her nipple showed through the thin white blouse material. Her nipple was also protruding prominently.

As she turned around after closing the topkapı escort window, Devi took my lungi and wiped her saying, “Poor chichi, she is all wet and cold. Here let me take off the wet blouse.” She proceeded to unhook the blouse. Naani let her remove the blouse.

“Let me warm you, chechi,” Devi massaged her breasts and started kissing her on the lips. She licked Naani’s nipple and hugged her close, rubbing her back.

“That is nice, Devi. Oh! Suck me” Naani moaned.

Naani removed Devi’s mundu, and blouse. They were both naked and were busy rubbing and feeling each other. They kissed deeply and played with their tongues. They both sat down hugging each other. Devi sat astride on Naani’s lap.

They seemed to have forgotten about me. I got up and switched on the florescent light to brighten the room now that the window was shut.

“Put the mattress on the floor, etta,” Naani requested. I did so and smoothened the spread. They rolled on to the mattress and continued their game. They interlocked their thighs and were rubbing their cunts together. They kissed deep and were squeezing each other’s breasts, grunting and panting. I was lost. I sat besides them and kissed and rubbed whatever part was available to me. Now it was Naani’s bum, which I spread and probed with my fingers. Before I could get a feel she would turn over and then it was Devi’s firm thighs. After sometime they sat up and asked me to bring the bananas, which were on the table. It was a local variety, stout and about five inches long.

“These are not properly ripe yet,” I complained.

“We will ripen them for you,” Naani said smiling. Taking two bananas from me, peeled their skins, she gave one to Devi. They changed positions, getting ready to suck each other’s cunts, with Devi on top of Naani. Then I noticed them inserting the bananas into each other’s cunts and moving them in and out. I could see the stout banana really stretching Devi’s tight cunt. Then the bananas were pushed completely inside and remained there. The girls continued to lick each other’s cunt. The vigour increased till they reached their climax and rolled over exhausted.

The rain was pelting the roof loudly. We had to talk loudly to be heard. Naani stood up and walked delicately to me and asked me to lie down. She straddled me and squatted on my face, presenting her cunt to me. Rubbing her wet and musky cunt on my face, she asked me to open my mouth and insert my tongue into her cunt. When I did so, she strained a little. The banana in her cunt peeked out a bit.

“Eat it now, Mohan etta, it is now ripe and tasty,” she said.

I placed my mouth at her cunt opening and bit off a small piece of the banana. It was now soft warm and mashed. It was mixed with her cunt juice and tasted fantastic. She stopped straining. The banana went back inside. I probed the inside of her cunt with my tongue. There it was deep inside. She strained again and a little protruded for me to eat. She finished feeding me the banana in four mouthfuls. After the meal, I licked her cunt clean, taking an especially long time to clean her swollen thick long clit.

Devi came next. She escort kadıköy too sat on my face and offered her fruity cunt to me. I sealed her cunt lips with my lips and gave a long hard suck. The banana pulp plopped into my mouth. I swallowed the sweet offering and cleaned her cunt too.

All three of us lied down and rested. The rain was pouring. There was a bright bolt of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. Another round of toddy was passed around. I felt a strange feeling of warmth passing through me. My prick was still painfully erect, wanting to discharge. Naani told me to be patient. We were all feeling light.

Devi got up and took the small bottle of oil. Naani too got up. She went to the bed and bent over. Devi took some oil and applied to Naani’s arse-hole.

“O.K. I am ready. Now Mohan ettan, I am offering my arse to you. Do you want to try it?” Naani asked me.

“ Can I? I am willing but you must guide me,” I couldn’t help being curious.

“Come” she said and bent forwards nicely. I could see her brown arse-hole. She strained slightly and the hole opened up. Devi applied some more oil into the hole with her finger and then to the head of my penis.

“Palce your prick at the entrance of my arse-hole and press lightly,” Naani instructed. I did as she said, while Devi spread her fleshy buttocks. Her hole though well oiled, was still a little tight. My head slowly went in. “Move it in and out” Naani instructed. I did so. Soon her arse-hole became looser and more of my prick went in and out, till finally all of my prick could go in. I rested my prick in her hole. The feeling was great. The grip was tight. It was warm. Slowly I began fucking her arse. I wanted to enjoy it to the maximum. As I moved in and out, it became mory slippery as she produced more juices. Devi watching all this began to rub her cunt. I fucked her hard. Each time I knocked her buttocks, the fleshy masses bounced up and down. Naani was grunting loudly, encouraging me to fuck harder. Faster and faster I fucked. I could see her pink arse skin engulfing my penis and moving in and out with it. I reached my peak and shot a large amount of juice into her arse. She let a low howl and squeezed my penis within her arse and fell on to he bare bed.

The rain was beating hard on the tiled roof. We were panting and sweating from our efforts. Devi was relaxed. She opened the windows slightly for some cool air to enter. She passed the toddy around again after taking a gulp. All of us needed a piss. Naani and I needed a wash. We went to the bathroom downstairs quietly. I gently peeked into my Granny’s room. She was sleeping soundly under the blanket. We dispensed with the formality and squatted (Indian style) in front of one another and pissed. The ladies then washed their cunts and backsides. I took a towel from the clothes line in the bathroom and gave it to them to dry. I then washed my prick and dried my self. I took a long cold drink from the earthed pot in the kitchen and offered some to the girls. They too were thirsty.

We sneaked back to my room. We closed the windows again lest someone see us from the outside. We had another gulp of escort fındıkzade toddy and lay down on the mattress and relaxed. I was in the middle with both the girls on either side. Devi was itching now. She still was not satisfied. Idid not know if I could go another round again. Devi began to tease my prick again. The toddy was taking its effect. My prick began to rise again. Devi quickly engulfed it in her mouth and started to suck it kneeling. Not to be left out, Naani immediately knelt behind Devi and started to lick her cunt. Devi raised her backside higher to make it easier for Naani. I just watched. My prick was now hard again. I could feel it deep in Devi’s mouth. Her head was moving up and down giving it the right suction. Soon she was hot. She sat astride me and took my prick into her cunt and started rocking. Naani too sat astride me, facing Devi. The both hugged and kissed each other. Naani was playing with Devi’s breasts. I saw the cunt with the big clit near my face and couldn’t resist it. I pulled here arse down and started licking it. My tongue penetrated her cunt and fucked it. Devi was increasing her speed. Naani was rubbing her cunt in my face. I then inserted two fingers into her swollen cunt. She too started moving her backside up and down fucking them. We increased our tempo. I was on the verge of spurting my juice. Devi and Naani were hugging each other and moving in unison. Faster and faster they moved till I shot my juice into Devi’s cunt. Devi screamed and slammed her backside hard on my prick. Naani too reached her peak again and sat on my face almost smothering me. Her cunt juice was flowing freely and I licked it to my heart’s content.

We then finished the remaining toddy and lay down in each others arms. I could not believe my performance that night. I wondered how their husbands were able to satisfy these sex starved women. I asked them.

“This is a beginning for you. You are young. I can see that you will be a strong young man soon. I admire the woman who is going to be your wife. Our husbands are manual workers. We manual workers like physical sex. They are well built. They also come to us after a few months of no sex. That is why, as long as they are here, they will fuck us day and night. We too like it.” Naani told me.

“I shall never forget you two. You have taught me much. I must thank you both for it” I Said.

“We too are thankful to you” Devi said. “Our husbands’ long absence made us so itchy. You have satisfied our itch very well. Other wise it used to be bananas and carrots for both of us,” she laughed.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone and naked under the blanket. Naani and Devi had apparently left in the night. The toddy must have lulled me into a deep sleep. The sun was shining through the window. The rains had stopped. I could hear Naani sweeping the courtyard. I rose and went down to the bathroom. Granny was in the kitchen.

“You overslept today, must have been because of the rain. It is already 10.00 o’clock.” She said. “Go take your bath and have your breakfast.”

I went out to where Naani was sweeping. She gave me a big smile, but did not say anything. Lazily I took my towel and toiletries and went to the pond. I wanted to take a leisurely bath.

We did not have a chance meet again after that night. It would be two years before another chance came in my way. That would be another story. But I remembered both Naani and Devi well.

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A Different Type of Business Trip Pt. 03

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Ass

Kim crawled across the bed to where I was sitting. She had moved the pizza box out of the way with a quick shove. I didn’t even pay attention to it moving. I was staring at her breasts as they swung back and forth just a little. They were perky and didn’t show any signs of them sagging any time soon. Her nipples were small and pert. Standing erect showing that she was aroused as much as I was.

The slit in my boxers couldn’t hold my bulge in any longer and my dick poked through. The bulbous head of my penis stood promptly at attention, purple with anger and intent. The underwear became painful to wear as my erection grew larger and larger. The pain in my ankle was a thing of the past and I was only focusing on Kim.

Since I had been on the road for months without any contact with women, I was very excited for the change. Kim had reached me and placed her hand on my chin. Easing me toward her, our lips brushed each other’s. Kim’s mouth parted and her tongue darted out towards mine. My lips parted and accepted Kim’s attention with gusto. We kissed for a long time. I felt a gentle rubbing of my cock by her warm hand. Up and down it went, slowly stretching my skin. The hand job felt amazing.

“How merter escort long has it been Bill?”

“To long.”

“Lay back. I’ll help you with those. It seems like you need it.”

Kim, slid her fingers into my waistband. I raised my butt so she could slide my boxers off more easily. With care, she removed them over my ankle. I didn’t care that she caused some pain as it slid over it. I just couldn’t believe that such a young and beautiful woman was showing me such consideration since we had only know each other for a few days.

“Doesn’t that feel better?”

I grunted with agreement. Kim’s hand snaked its way back to my dick and continued the hand job. I leaned back on my hands and watched. It felt so good that I started feeling like I might blow my load.

With her other hand, Kim reached behind her and pulled a condom out of her blue boy shorts waste band. She bit the foil open with her teeth. With her other hand, she started unrolling it onto my turgent and waiting cock. The cool latex felt so good. The pressure from the condom pressing on my skin was a fantastic reminder of what was to come.

Kim stood at the end of the bed and turned anadolu yakası escort around. She bent at her waist and slid the boy shorts down. I quick flash of her pussy was silhouetted by the desk lamp. A little fuzz was showing. Kim stayed bent over and took her fingers and stroked her love box. When she pulled her hand away, a strand of cum was noticeable. Kim was obviously very turned on.

“Mmmm… that tastes good!” Kim moaned as she sucked on her fingers. She swirled her tongue around her digits seductively.

“Wow…” It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

She straddled my lap and lowered herself down. Taking my cock, Kim guided it into her waiting hot pussy. As she sank down, I slowly pushed up into her. It was the best feeling in a very long time. Kim’s hands rested on my chest as she rode up and down. Slowly and gently.

I bent my knees and grabbed her hips. I started to thrust into that young tight cunt with gusto. Kim leaned back onto her hands as she increased her speed. The sound of love making… no not love making… the sound of fucking resonated off the hotel room’s walls.

Kim started to whimper. Her hand found besiktaş escort her clit and started to rub it vigorously. Kim arched her back and started to spasm as a string of orgasms hit her. By the third one happened, her pussy clamped down on my shaft and cause me to explode into the condom. I swear I filled the damn thing.

She leaned down and kissed me once more. Swinging her leg over, she dismounted me and laid down beside me. Snuggling into my arms. I stroked her side, making small circles near the side of her ample breast. She lifted her arm to provide better access and I started to play with her still aroused nipple. The short hair of her pussy brushed against my leg. I was in heaven.

“Let me clean you up” Kim offered.

I just nodded my agreement.

Kim’s hand snaked down to the condom and rolled it up. I expected her to take it to the bathroom and flush it, but instead she brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

“Mmm that smells so good!”

Her tongue darted out and tasted my cum. A smile of approval was all Kim did before she tipped the condom over and squeezed my seed into her waiting mouth. She stuck out her tongue to show me and then swallowed. Her mouth parted displaying her empty mouth.

“You taste so good. I might have to blow you later to get this straight from the source next time!” Kim winked and darted to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

All I could think of was that I needed to buy more condoms.

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Andrea’s First Time

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Miguel arrived at Andrea’s house, a little nervous. This was to be their first date, though they’d been friends for most of their lives. They’d simply never realized that they liked each other more until recently. He had finally realized it a few days ago, when he got seriously aroused sitting with her and watching a movie. When he’d asked her what she’d say if he kissed her, she surprised him by kissing him. They had both been rather surprised, and didn’t say much for a few minutes. Later on that night, Miguel had asked Andrea if she’d like to go out for a date.

Well, here he was. He was dressed semi-formally, for the restaurant, and they had plans to go to a movie afterward. They were going to see the new romance movie. He took a breath and knocked on the door.

She opened the door, and his jaw dropped. He’d never seen her so attractive. She was wearing a tight white blouse under a deep red jacket, with matching skirt. Her long dark hair was up in a braid, and hung over her left shoulder. He began to feel a little under-dressed, in his good kakhi pants and his white dress shirt. He didn’t even have his sport jacket with him. Though he was wearing a rather nice tie. Andrea rushed out of the house, turned, locked the door, and took his arm.

She said to him, “You look marvelous, relax.” They went to his car, and they drove out to the restaurant he’d picked.

The drive was mostly quiet, while Andrea looked over Miguel. She’d never realized he cleaned up so well. She thought back to the night he’d asked her out. She’d kind of surprised herself when she’d kissed him, as well as surprising him. She hadn’t realized how much she liked him.

He knew she liked Italian, so he reserved a table at a quiet little place he’d found recently. They were shown to the table, and ordered their drinks. The waiter brought them back, and took their orders. The meal was delicious. They talked and laughed throughout their dinner. They chatted about all kinds of things, and remembered back to when they were kids together. Then, while Miguel shifted his feet a bit, so did Andrea. Their legs touched, and all thoughts of children flashed out of their minds. They looked at each other, and Miguel thought, *God, she is so beautiful.* Meanwhile, Andrea was thinking, *I hope the movie isn’t too long, I don’t know how long I can restrain myself.* Andrea then smiled her quirky half-smile, and said, “You know, I thought we’d planned to keep this date cool and calm. I don’t think it’s working.”

“I think you’re right. Shall we head for the movie? Or would you rather go home, and we could try the cool and calm date again, later?” Miguel wasn’t sure which he’d rather do, himself. He was not particularly sure he could restrain himself, in either case. As it was, he was uncomfortably hot, and he thought Andrea looked a little flushed, herself.

She said, “Let’s go ahead and see the movie.” She wanted to see the movie, and since he’d agreed to see it with her, they were certainly going to see it, whatever else happened that night. *Now where’d that thought come from?* she wondered. *I just want to see the movie, and then go home.* She tried not to think about Miguel coming in with her, but the idea wouldn’t leave her mind. Andrea had a very active imagination.

So Miguel paid the check, and she let him, since she knew his general rule of paying for dates. She’d heard him complain enough about other dates who wouldn’t let him obey it. “If I ask you out, I’ll pay for the date.” Then they went and drove over to the theater, and got into the movie. They sat down, and Miguel offered to get drinks. Andrea replied, “Just get a large root beer, and we’ll share it.”

When Miguel came back with a large root beer, and a couple of straws, he sat down and put the drink between them. Andrea looked at him, when she noticed the two straws.

“We never bothered with separate straws when we shared drinks before, Miguel,” she said. *Wow, I never realized how much I like his name.*

Miguel looked at her, shrugged, and said, “That’s true. Guess I have an extra one.” So he put the straw in the root beer, and offered the first sip to Andrea. She took the drink, nodded, and took her sip. *My god, those lips are beautiful.* When she handed it back, he flushed, quickly took a sip, and was thankful for the darkness of the theater.

A moment later, the movie started. The preview clips were quite entertaining, and both Miguel and Andrea laughed. Once the movie started, Miguel fatih escort put his arm around Andrea, rather hesitantly, and Andrea leaned her head on his shoulder, and snuggled up like she usually did during romance movies. The movie was excellent, though Miguel had a continual problem with his pants being a bit tight around the groin. Andrea’s closeness was all too distracting for him. He finally relaxed and put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed at the appropriate times during the movie.

Throughout the movie, Andrea was slightly uncomfortable, since she was disturbingly aroused, and was thankful for the jacket that hid the fact that her nipples were hardened to pebbles. She wished Miguel would start moving his other hand from his lap. She didn’t realize that he was hiding a raging, almost painful hard-on.

After the movie, when the lights came up, they stood up, stretched, and his arousal became rather more obvious to her. She said nothing about it, though. Both of them simply talked about how good the movie was, and, on the way back to Andrea’s house, they discussed the little points of the movie. Both of them were rather amusingly preoccupied, though neither noticed.

When Miguel’s car pulled into the driveway, Andrea looked over, and asked, “Would you like to walk me to the door for a goodnight kiss?” Miguel’s eyebrows shot up at this, but he nodded, and they walked to the front door. She found her key, and opened the door. Then she turned around, and looked at Miguel. She put her hand on his shoulder, and pulled him to a kiss. It started out nice and chaste, but Miguel put his arms around her for a hug as well, and the kiss became much more than chaste. Andrea’s mouth opened a fraction, and Miguel’s tongue slipped out, and met Andrea’s. Their tongues entwined, and when they broke away, breathless, Andrea didn’t let Miguel go. She said, “Come on, that was way too good, and we’re both entirely too hot to let this opportunity pass. To hell with cool and calm.”

He nodded, and she pulled him inside, and pushed the door shut behind him. She turned and locked the door, then said, “I have the house to myself for the weekend, my roommate is visiting her family in Washington. Would you like to stay the night? Or do you have to get home?” He looked at her like she was crazy, and said that he had no reason to leave, unless she kicked him out.

She smiled, pushed him up against the door, and kissed him very passionately. Their tongues did the age-old dance, and their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. As they became entangled in clothing, they stopped reluctantly, and Andrea led him up the stairs to her room. She opened the door, and he remembered the huge bed she had. They’d have no shortage of space to move about.

She looked at him, and said, “I want to go all the way tonight. Are you okay with that?”

Miguel looked at her, looked down at his highly obvious arousal, and looked back to her. He realized that she had never had sex before. He said, “Are you sure? Absolutely?” She nodded. He also nodded. Then he slowly began removing her jacket. “You must be a bit warm in this.” She nodded again, smiling. She started removing his tie. He began letting his hands roam around a little bit. He touched her petite rump, and squeezed, eliciting a slight squeek from Andrea. When she finished with his tie, she began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with her tongue and teeth. He looked at her, and was amazed. His erection pulsed painfully, reminding him of what else she could do with those lips. She looked up from her task, and he saw absolute lust in her eyes. She reached down with her left hand and rolled his testicles around in her palm, through his pants. She felt his erection throb at that. Her eyes widened as she realized exactly how much he wanted her, too. Andrea used her right hand and pulled his zipper down, and unbuttoned his pants. She finished with the shirt buttons, and removed it rather quickly. She wanted it out of her way.

Miguel, meanwhile, was playing with her blouse, and when she’d finished with his shirt, lifted it, and pulled it off her, exposing her bare, bra-less chest. He looked on her hard nipples with great appreciation, and then began toying with them. He squeezed them lightly, provoking a slight gasp from Andrea. He pushed her back on the bed, and laid her down gently. He followed her down and straddled her, and kissed her with great enthusiasm. Miguel then moved his mouth down her chin, licking sarıyer escort and kissing all the way to her throat, and then around to the right side of her neck. He nibbled softly, which brought a near convulsive stiffening to Andrea, and she grabbed him, scratching his back in the process. She managed to gasp, “Wow. Amazing.” He then licked the spot he’d just bitten, and worked his way to the other side of her neck. He bit down a little bit harder on this side, and she gasped in pleasure. As soon as she recovered, she returned the favor, but he didn’t respond so drastically. He did almost melt, though.

After this, he began working his way down her neck and shoulders, and began alternately rubbing and pinching her nipples. He then reached them with his mouth, and she shivered when he licked them. Andrea began to move her arms up and down his back, and played with his hair. When he moved his tongue to her belly button, she gripped his hair and arched her body. He looked up, “Hit a nerve, did I?” She looked down, and nodded, biting her lip. He told her to lift up her hips, as it was time to remove her skirt. She obliged, and he slid the skirt off slowly, then pulled her panties down after it, to expose the warm, dark cleft in her groin. He smiled wickedly at her. He said, “Put your arms up under your head, and don’t move them.” She obeyed, looking slightly confused.

When he began to kiss her thighs, she squeeked, and convulsed a bit. “Wha-” she was cut off by a gasp of pleasure, when he used the tip of his finger to stroke the lips of her slit. He then continued kissing and licking at her thighs, working his way up to her extremely damp center. When he reached her groin, he began by slowly licking at her lips, and swirling his tongue around her clit. She shivered, and arched when he used his tongue to separate her lips and penetrate a little bit. Meanwhile, his hands were tracing their way up her thighs, and moving in strange, swirling paths, until they reached her ass. She quivered with delight as he brought her to orgasm, and she lost track of time as he ate her out.

Eventually, he used his fingers to probe into her soaking cleft, and when he met no resistance, he realized that she must have some kind of toys around. He glanced around, briefly, and spotted a wooden box he had noticed a few months ago, when they had been playing a game of truth or dare. He’d asked her what was in it, and when she’d said toys, he hadn’t thought anything of it. Now he knew what toys they were. He filed that little tidbit of information away for a while.

After a while he stopped, and kissed his way back up to her breasts, then gave her a little taste of herself, when he kissed her. Andrea decided she liked it, and kissed him deeply. She was apparently in no way finished for the night. She broke the kiss, and looked at Miguel. She looked down, and saw the intense hard-on through Miguel’s briefs. She rolled him over, stretched, slid herself off the bed, and stumbled around to where she could reach his pants, so she could finally remove them completely. She did so. She then began to tease his thighs with her fingernails, and eventually pulled his underwear off him. His throbbing shaft was finally free, and she was impressed. She leaned toward it, and he looked at her, questioningly. She said, “That was amazing. I want to try to return the favor.” When he asked if she were sure, she simply said, “Lean back, put your hands behind your head, and let me know when you’re about to come.” He nodded. She began to kiss his thighs, and he shivered, just as she had. He leaned back to enjoy what she would do.

What she would do was to kiss him all around his penis, using her hands to gently hold it while she licked his testicles. His breathing quickened at this. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, rolling each around with her tongue, and teasing them with her teeth. She then released them. After a moment of hesitation, she began kissing his shaft, and licking it periodically. Eventually, she reached the head. He said, “Wait, let me calm down a moment. I’ll come as soon as you take it in, if you do it now.” So, she stopped, and waited for a minute, while he regained control of himself.

When he nodded, and leaned back again, she began to lick and kiss the tip of his penis, flicking her tongue over the very tip. She tasted the drops of pre-cum, and rolled them around in her mouth, rather enjoying the taste. She decided then that she’d have to try his maltepe escort semen, when he came. After a moment of this, she began to slide her mouth around the head of his rod, and eventually got about three inches of it into her mouth, before she realized that she’d gag if she took in any more. Andrea then began sloly rolling her tongue around the shaft, and slowly slid it in and out of her mouth, never letting it all the way out. She began alternately sucking for a moment, and then blowing around the penis. When he arched his back, she slowed down even more, then sped up her movement.

After only about a minute of this, she heard, “I’m going to come, pull off!” She decided not to pull off, and his hot seed sprayed into her mouth, and she gagged. It shot straight back to her throat. When she pulled away, to stop from throwing up, his penis pulsed again, and more semen sprayed her lips. When she opened her eyes, and got control of her throat again, she noticed that there was semen everywhere, and that he was holding her, and asking if she was ok. She nodded, and licked her lips. “I guess I should have pulled away sooner, huh?”

He chuckled, and said, “Maybe so. If you want to taste the cum next time, then just put your tongue in the way, so it doesn’t hit the back of your throat. That way you won’t gag.” When she nodded, he also nodded, and she pushed him back down. She began licking up the cum, having decided that she liked the taste that she got. She swallowed all that she could find. Then she said, “I’m probably going to find bits of this for a while in my blanket, until I wash it, aren’t I?” Miguel just chuckled and smiled.

After washing off the rest of her face, she came back into the bedroom, and noticed Miguel looking curiously at the wooden box on her shelf. She walked over, took it down, and opened it. “Now you know my secret, Miguel.”

He nodded, unable to speak as he saw the array of objects in the box. There were little chrome vibrators, a full-sized dildo, and a small, unopened box of condoms. “I bought these a couple of months ago, except for the condoms. My parents decided that I should get The Talk, again, and gave me those a couple of weeks ago. They sure didn’t want to leave me alone. I mean, god. I’m 18 already. I know what sex is. I guess we get to use one now, huh?” She noticed that his penis was finally no longer aroused. She looked up, and said, “You want something to eat, while you recover?” Miguel could still only nod, as the shock of seeing his best friend’s “toys” still hadn’t worn off.

They went downstairs, to the kitchen, and turned the heat off, since they were warm enough as it was, even still naked. They each had an apple, and shared a couple of grapes. Eventually, Miguel recovered his wits, and Andrea mentioned, “I kind of like your taste. Do I. . .?”

Miguel nodded, “You taste very good. I like it. We’ll have to have oral sex again sometime soon. If you like, that is.” She nodded.

“I agree.”

“Do you still want to go all the way, Andrea?”

She nodded, and said, “Are you ready to do it, yet? Recovered enough?” At this, Miguel looked down, stood up, and said, “I seem to be fully functional again.” And apparently he was, as the soldier was at attention once more. Andrea grinned, and grabbed his penis. “Let’s go have some sex, then.”

She led him upstairs by his penis, and they almost jumped on the bed in lust. Miguel opened the box of condoms, and tore open a wrapper. She knew she was ready, and nodded at his glance. He unrolled the condom onto his penis, and then she lay down, and spread her legs. “Be gentle, Miguel,” she said. He nodded, “Of course I will.”

He lay down on top of her, supporting his weight with one hand, while the other guided his engorged penis to her apparently very ready vagina. He slowly pushed the tip in, as she gasped. He looked down, she nodded, and he kept pushing. After almost a minute, he was all the way inside her. She had a radiant look of pleasure on her face, and he kissed her beautiful smile. As he began to move, she started to hesitantly move along with him, amplifying the feeling of pleasure for both of them. As she lost her virginity, he kissed her passionately.

They began to move more quickly, both beginning to shiver and gasp, and she, after a short while, began saying his name, softly, and he followed her lead, and began to softly say her name. Soon, both began to speak louder, and eventually to cry out the other’s name, and when he filled the condom with his seed, she felt him shudder and pulse inside her, and she reached her orgasm, as well. The chorus of two eventually decrescendoed, and after a few moments, both were so relaxed that they fell asleep, still joined as one.

Finis

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Pandora never washed before work. She liked to smell of sex while she stood naked in front of the young male university students. She liked to watch them blush and hide behind their easels while they caught the scent of the delights they had not yet tasted in their young virgin lives.

Malevolently she liked making eye contact with them, observing their eyes dart away and their trousers shift uncomfortably.

She would always keep her poses demure, ever-professional, merely the animated statue. But her victims knew she was no innocent.

When she was invited to critique their attempts at capturing her classical form, she was presented with infinite re-creations of her breasts and buttocks. Their focus was clear and crude.

Nevertheless, she walked amongst them and praised them for their immature efforts. As she did so, she would lean in close to them, letting her breasts brush their bare arms, or her thigh rest against their limp hands. She would hear their breathing quicken and their voices become constrained when they attempted to thank her for her compliments on their compositions.

One day she found herself talking after class with her favourite student Sebastien. They were so engrossed in their conversation about the female form in classical art that they suddenly found themselves alone, as everyone had left.

Pandora said she had better get dressed, but was enjoying the conversation so much that she invited Sebastien into the changing room with her to continue it.

Nervously, he accepted. He had never seen a woman naked in the flesh before this class, nor had he found one he conversed so easily with. There was a normality of her nakedness in the art studio, but in the changing room there was an intimacy he felt he was a voyeur upon. Despite his trepidation, he followed her into the changing taksim escort room.

It was quite a small space and he was very aware of how near he was to this beautiful naked woman. For she was a woman; with her full breasts, rounded buttocks and pussy slit which was always visible, no matter how demure the pose.

She noticed he was completely transfixed staring at her ideal womanly form. She could almost hear his heart beating like a hummingbird’s as she walked slowly towards him, keeping eye contact as she advanced.

She took his trembling hand, put it to her breast and slid it down to her waist. She maintained her eye contact with him the whole time, watching him swallow nervously, yet lick his lips with unconscious anticipation.

He savoured the softness of her skin and the curve of her body, holding her gaze all the while.

She moved closer to him and slid her hands under his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head, then pulled him close to her and kissed him. As her lips touched his, his whole body felt like he’d received a static electric shock. As she kissed him, she ran her nails gently down his back making the tingling intensify.

As their lips locked, her tongue found his and showed the promise of its agility and skill.

Standing with her naked body pressed against him, she felt his young inexperienced penis rise, searching for her.

She responded to its plea by kissing his neck, down his young but strong abs, reaching the waistband of his jeans. She knelt on the floor in front of him and he was powerless to move. As she undid his jeans to release his erection, she looked up at him with wicked provocative eyes.

She pulled his jeans down and he was left vulnerable in his boxer shorts. His erection was fully visible underneath the soft etiler escort fabric. There was a wet patch at the tip of his penis showing his heightened state of excitement. She removed his boxers slowly, still looking up at him from her unorthodox position of power.

His youthful but muscular thighs framed his perfectly proportioned penis. It stood proud and ready for her. While maintaining eye contact, she took his cock in her eager mouth, right down her throat to the base. He gapsed at this overwhelming new pleasure. This was far superior to pleasuring himself.

She ran her agile tongue around his member with relish, licking his balls and perineum too. Over and over she took his throbbing shaft right down her throat.

She could feel he was about to come, so she sucked the tip and ran her hand up and down his shaft until he blew his load all over her waiting breasts. He moaned a deep guttural admission of ecstasy and his knees buckled so he was kneeling in front of her.

She looked at him and smiled wickedly. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pushed his face to her cum-soaked breast. “Suck!” she said. And his zealous tongue found her rock-hard nipple and lapped his ecstasy from it.

He relished the task of licking his own cum from her breasts. The taboo of ingesting his own emission only heightened the experience.

Once he had finished, she pushed his head down her toned stomach to her pussy, which was dripping wet with honey. The act of giving him his first pleasure had turned her on immeasurably. She lay back and parted her long, soft, legs wide, welcoming him in. He was overcome with excitement and intrigue with his first glimpse of her glistening pussy. He was struck with wonder at the beauty and readiness of her moist and parted lips. He longed beşiktaş escort to worship with his tongue like he had licked his pleasure from her breasts.

As he got close to her throbbing clit, he savoured the scent of her pussy honey. His tongue circled her clit, caressing it ever so gently, watching her pussy twitch with pleasure.

He kissed his way around her upper thighs, teasing her with the promise of ecstasy. He plunged his now confident tongue into her pussy and sucked her clit with intense force. He varied his speed and intensity, teasing her until she came explosively and her honey ran from her pink throbbing pussy, down to her tight arsehole. Her moans were so loud, they were lucky the building was empty, or they would have been discovered.

With her cunt dripping wet and begging to be entered, he took his eager, throbbing, inexperienced cock and gently found her welcoming opening. Once his tip had found its rightful place, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deep inside her and gasped with pleasure.

He slid his cock in an out of her dripping wet pussy faster and harder, pushing right up against her cervix, until he nearly came. She could tell he was at the point of climax, so she pushed him out of her and straddled him. She pinned him down, keeping eye contact with him and teased the tip of his throbbing cock with her wet cunt. She hovered above him, letting just the tip of his cock in her pussy, then coming off him again. Then suddenly she plunged his cock deep inside her, taking him all in. She rocked her hips and rode his cock aggressively, while biting his neck. Finally, he exploded inside her, pulsing his cum into her receptive pussy. She dismounted and took his cock in her mouth and sucked his glistening cum from it and swallowed it, licking her lips as she did so.

She helped him to his feet and he stood there, shocked at what had just happened, but thrilled and grateful. She kissed him deeply, put on her sheer dress and walked out of the changing room, sliver thread of honey trickling down her thigh.

He couldn’t wait until the next class, who knows what might happen.

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I was twenty two and living life in its prime. I’d worked a 75 day shift on a ship recently and, for the first time ever, had a decent chunk of change in my bank account. The day after I got off the ship, I’d decided that I wanted to take a personal vacation of sorts up by a particular lake in Texas. It didn’t take long before I’d secured a small cottage by the lake. Not two days after moving in, I purchased a 20′ sailboat from a local, hoping to enjoy the spring and early summer weather. As a plus, a girl I’d had an on-again/off-again friendship/relationship spent her weekends and breaks with her parents not four miles away from my cottage.

Presently, I was sailing my boat across the vacant lake. It was a gorgeous day on the water. My boat was handling well and I was enjoying the time alone. This lake was relatively quiet compared to some of the others in the region. The only other boat was a sportsfisherman some two miles away from my current location. Other than that, it was all quiet. Only the gentle lapping of water on the hull and the occasional groan from the rigging gave any audible note to the world.

Then my cell phone rang. I groaned and retrieved the offending device from a waterproof box lying on a settee.

“Hello?” I answered reluctantly.

“I can see you!” a female voice yelled happily from the phone.

I scanned the shoreline, some one hundred yards away. I saw a female form doing the equivalent to the funky chicken on the beach.

“I see you too. I’ll be there in a bit,” I replied before hanging up.

A short while later, I turned the boat towards the beach. Some forty yards off the shore, I hauled on the tiller and brought the boat around 180 degrees. I then launched an anchor over the side. I let twenty yards of the chain rattle over the side before I secured it to the mast. I double checked that my cell phone was back in its waterproof box (and not in my pocket) and launched myself over the side.

Eventually I surfaced then waded through the bath-tub warm water to the beach.

“Oh my God, I am SO excited,” the girl proclaimed as I approached.

I stopped in the shin deep water and couldn’t help but grin as I eyed my welcoming committee. She was just a bit past her nineteenth birthday and bubbling with life. The girl was 5′ 10″ tall (only two inches less than my own height) and weighed in at 110 pounds, tops. She was dressed in a white blouse that accentuated her cute breasts and short shorts exposed the majority of her long, slightly pale legs. Her hair was currently dyed brown and piled into a beehive on top of her cute head. For the sake of this story, I shall refer to her as Amanda.

“Happy to see me?” I asked conversationally from the water.

“Very. I’ve missed you so much!” the girl proclaimed.

It had been a whopping four days since I’d seen her last. I’m a mariner and probably always will be. Separation from friends and f****y is a part of life. Being with somebody that couldn’t stand four days apart from me didn’t bode well for any lasting relationship. But, seeing her gorgeous legs made me not really care all that much.

“Well come over here and give me a kiss,” Amanda beckoned.

I shuffled the rest of the way out of the water and walked towards Amanda. The girl darted across the beach and launched herself at me. She jumped into my arms and f***ed her lips, hard, against mine. We stood and kissed for some time before parting.

“Good to see you too,” I stated after taking a much needed breath.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” she bubbled.

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“Of course. I didn’t bring a swim suit though,” Amanda said, eyeing my soaking wet trunks.

“No worries,” I replied.

I then picked the girl up in my arms with ease. I’m six feet tall and weigh 175 pounds. I’m not exactly Chris Hemsworth’s stunt double. But the girl was light so it was relatively easy as I physically carried Amanda towards the boat. As the water grew deeper, I levered her frame up onto my shoulders. The skin on her thighs brushed on both sides of my face. The desire to drop her in the warm water for the fun of it was strong, but I resisted.

“Alright, hop on in,” I said when I’d finally reached the side of the boat.

Amanda wobbled for a bit then basically fell into the open cockpit of the daysailer. Once she was off my shoulders, I waded around and shimmied up a rope ladder hung over the stern. Without any real drama, I retrieved the anchor and pointed the boat out into the lake proper. The wind was kicking up now and the boat buried a rail and, for something without an engine, moved at a good clip.

“Thanks for taking me out today,” Amanda cooed before planting a kiss on my lips after a few minutes.

“Of course my dear, anytime,” I chuckled.

The boat rocked and rolled its way for a solid hour. Amanda and I chatted idly during the voyage. Storm clouds on the horizon concerned the girl (and myself truthfully) but I assured her that we’d make landfall şişli escort near my cottage soon. The foul weather would miss us, I stated confidently. A return voyage was not a concern, luckily. Amanda was going to stay for dinner and a movie, as well as the night in all probability. Afterwards, I would return her to her mother’s home with my trusty Jeep which was significantly easier than sailing across the lake again.

The boat was still half a mile away from our destination when the first droplets of rain began falling. The wind nearly doubled in the course of a minute then a torrential downpour started. Visibility decreased rapidly and soon I was sailing on but a prayer as we were both thoroughly soaked by the deluge. Amanda cuddled closer to me in hopes of sharing body warmth as she was now growing colder.

“I’m never listening to your forecast again, just so you know,” Amanda moaned.

I was preoccupied with the ordeal of handling the boat in the nasty weather so I didn’t reply. Eventually, the boat came closer into shore. I could barely make out the miniature marina some eighty yards away from our current location. Docking the boat then manhandling it back onto its road trailer in such nasty weather would have been a fool’s errand. Instead, I beached the craft a short distance away from my cottage. The RV park and “resort” where I resided was fairly relaxed about such practices, mercifully. All I had to do was secure the boat to a pair of trees with the anchor chain and a mooring line, then make a beeline for the cabin up the hill.

Amanda was close at my heals as we struggled up the muddy slope a few minutes later. The storm still raged on, sending a flurry of pine needles down from the high trees above, along with copious amounts of water. I was almost at the door when I heard a feminine scream followed by a whimper. I spun around to see the girl sprawled in the mud. Apparently she’d lost her footing and slipped. I reached down and hoisted her up in my arms before she had a chance to protest. It was in this manner that we crossed onto my wind and water-swept front porch.

“Just a second here and I’ll get you cleaned up,” I said before setting Amanda on her feet.

I unlocked the door to the bungalow and led the way in. We were both tracking mud onto the old linoleum floor but I wasn’t really concerned. I quickly shut and locked the door as soon as Amanda had entered. She tottered into the kitchenette and sat down in one of the old wooden chairs at my miniature breakfast nook. Despite her beauty, she looked like a drowned rat with soaking wet clothing and mascara running from her eyes.

“Let me find you a towel,” I said with a shiver.

The air conditioning had been left on when I departed earlier. Now, while soaking wet, this seemed like a poor decision. I retrieved a pair of beach towels from the lone bedroom and returned to the kitchen. Amanda was hugging herself, her teeth chattering. I covered her with a blanket and tried my best to dry her off, ignoring my own discomfort. I managed to dry off her arms and smeared quite a bit of mascara on her face.

“Ugh. I feel disgusting. I just…I just want to go home,” Amanda complained.

“Nonsense, we’ll get you cleaned up then I’ll fix us dinner. The roads will be a

mess right now anyways, I certainly don’t want to drive in it if I don’t have to,” I stated.

“I don’t even have any dry clothes to change into,” Amanda stated, parting the towel wrapped around her torso to prove her point.

I may or may not have made a double take. The girl’s white blouse was now practically translucent. A white bra was clearly outlined. Despite my best attempts in the past, I hadn’t actually seen what was beneath that fabric yet. My imagination though, wasn’t bothered by this fact. I felt something begin to become just a tad less flaccid in my swim trunks.

“Please, I didn’t get to see you much last weekend. I’d really like to enjoy the evening together. I’ve got some old workout clothes you can wear that are perfectly warm and dry. Please…” I pled.

It is just sheer happenstance that I was on my knees, drying her legs theoretically, when I made this request.

“Oh…oh…alright,” she said after awhile.

I led the way out of the kitchen, through the small living/f****y room and into the close-quarters bathroom. A large mirror hung over the compact sink on one wall. An old cast iron bathtub, which was surprisingly large, commanded another wall. Almost as an afterthought, a worn out toilet sat in a corner. In here especially, it seemed quite cold as the wind howled outside. I walked over and cranked the hot water on. Mercifully, very little rust shot out of the spigot before clear water flowed into the tub. I plugged the valve on the spigot and steamy hot water began hissing out of the portable shower head.

“It’s all…” I shivered for a moment “yours.”

The cold was definitely more noticeable now. I looked at the warm water longingly. incirli escort I consider myself a decent gentleman…of sorts. So that meant that I wanted to be chivalrous and give Amanda the first shower. But the idea of sitting outside for who knows how long, in the cold, while she cleaned up was very unappealing.

Before I knew it, Amanda had hopped into the tub. She was still wearing the blouse and shorts. Dark rivers flowed under her eyes and her legs were splattered with mud. Her hair was a mess of pine needles and bobby pins with no definitive shape. Despite all of this, I thought she looked amazing as she moaned happily in the warm water. After a few moments, Amanda glanced over at me.

“You know, you can join me for a little while, right?” Amanda suggested.

The gentleman in me wanted to say no. The rest of me told the gentleman to go fuck himself. I carefully stepped into the tub and closed the curtain behind me. Wonderfully warm water cascaded from above creating immediate relief. After a few moments of bliss, I looked at Amanda’s soaking wet form from toe to eye.

“You are filthy,” I stated bluntly.

“I know, don’t remind me,” Amanda replied.

“Here, let me clean you up a bit,” I suggested.

I grabbed a wash cloth from a rack attached to a wall, soaked it in water then began wiping Amanda’s face. The black rivers continued to flow for a while, but eventually I won that battle. Despite my numerous statements of adoration of natural beauty, Amanda insisted on wearing 8 pounds of makeup whenever she was around me. This was the first time I’d seen her face sans-war paint. The light splashes of acne on her cheeks were a bit more noticeable. Other than that, she looked about the same if not better. I told her as much.

“Really, I don’t think so,” the girl protested.

“Nonsense, you’re gorgeous,” I reassured.

I then rinsed the wash cloth thoroughly and began cleaning the mud off of her hands and arms. I saw a bruise forming on one forearm, but other than that she looked no worse for the wear here. Then I started cleaning off her wonderfully long legs. I started at the very end of her shorts and slowly worked my way down on one leg. For this section, I went down on one knee to make the cleanup easier. This had the side effect of putting me at eye level with the girl’s groin. As I reached up to begin cleaning the other leg, I recognized that I had an erection forming under my swim trunks.

A part of me hoped that the girl would notice the growth and possibly consider doing something a bit R rated than our normal make-out sessions. I had managed to give the girl an orgasm two weeks prior, through her shorts surprisingly enough. At the time she’d reluctantly refused to…return the favor…for me. She’d gone on to explain that her own mother was pregnant with her at the age of 19 and she’d be damned if the same happened to her. She was leery of starting anything at this juncture that would lead to sex and a possible pregnancy. Despite my assurances of the effectiveness of condoms and such, she wouldn’t budge.

I made the mistake of briefly replaying the orgasm event in my mind as I cleaned her leg. By the time I finished with her second leg, my own third leg was Hell bent on stretching the netting in my trunks. I stayed down on one knee for a moment, briefly mortified about the erection. Then I rose to my feet and locked eyes with the girl, hoping she wouldn’t look down.

“There, that’s better,” I stated.

Amanda thanked me by giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Can I rinse off real quick, please?” I asked, as Amanda had been standing directly under the shower head the whole time.

“In a minute, I need to wash all of this crap out of my hair,” she answered.

The girl began pulling a plethora of little metal hair pins and pine needles free of her brown hair. Eventually, her hair was free to fall to her shoulders. She bent over to set the hair pins down and retrieve a bottle of my shampoo. For that brief moment, I got a lovely glimpse of her taught buttocks through her shorts. My erection grew even more resilient.

“Oh. My. God. That is so much better,” Amanda proclaimed a few minutes later once her hair was fully washed.

“Good,” I replied, for lack of anything else to say.

I watched as Amanda’s eyes traveled across my body. Much to my mortification and glee she seemed to stop and examine something around my waist line a bit longer than all the rest.

“I guess it’s your turn now,” Amanda stated before stepping to one side in the tub.

I stepped under the flow of water and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking up the warmth. Then I opened them to see the girl standing in a corner, smiling at me. Her mood seemed to be improving significantly now that she was clean again. I leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek to show my adoration.

“Here, let me do it,” Amanda requested, pulling the wash cloth out of my hand.

To say I was aroused merter escort as the girl poured a large measure of body wash onto the cloth would be an understatement. The leaning tower of Pisa in my pants certainly wasn’t going away when Amanda began wiping dirt and grime off of my arms. I could tell that she was trying to be smooth with her motions, but she wasn’t quite succeeding. There was a bit of nervousness as she moved from my arms to my shoulders. She was practically shaking as she ran the soapy cloth across my chest. The apprehension was a turn on, of sorts, I must confess.

“Thank you,” I said, then gave the girl another peck on the cheek.

Amanda continued scrubbing. She had me turn around so she could scrub my exposed back. I obliged and braced against a wall, enjoying the short back rub. Then she reached around and began washing my chest. Then the cloth was on my stomach. Then it fell to just above my waist line. I gulped in anticipation, in hope.

“Do you want me to do your legs?” she asked.

“Please. It’s only fair,” I replied.

The girl pulled on a shoulder to have me turn around. I grudgingly spun, knowing there’d be no hiding my erection now. Amanda bent down on a knee and began washing one of my legs, just above the knee. It felt amazing as she traveled down my leg. Then she was washing my other leg. Then she was finished. I looked down and caught her eying my sea monster for a moment. She glanced up, caught my scrutiny and looked down in embarrassment.

“Feel…feel any better?” she stuttered, coming to her feet.

“Much,” I answered.

I pulled the girl into an embrace and kissed Amanda deeply on the lips. The girl hesitated for only a moment then wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled my wet body against hers. I expected that she’d bow her posterior out to avoid touching my obviously engorged organ. Instead, much to my surprise and pleasure, she ground her limber hips into mine. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth at some point, carefully advancing and probing. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even closer. The girl gasped in arousal and redoubled her efforts to suck the lips off my face.

I wanted her, badly. She was obviously interested as well. One of my hands slowly snaked up the back of her blouse along her taught, smooth skin. I reached a bra strap and slipped a thumb under the elastic. I slid my thumb around until I felt a bit of padding on one side and a glorious amount of flesh on the other. Amanda cooed and shook her head as if to tell me off for my transgression, but then she relaxed to the idea and resumed kissing me. Her nipples (or at least the one I was in contact with) was like a little cherry pit poking out of her breast, I discovered shortly.

“Something on your mind there my dear?” I asked, struggling for air.

She pressed her lips back onto mine and hummed an affirmative. I was now very excited. How far could I take this? Was I finally going to see home plate? The light at the end of the tunnel? Would the floodgates on her amorous canal finally be open? I had to tread carefully. If I moved too quickly, she’d balk out of apprehension, again. If I went too slowly, the momentum would be lost. I had to take the initiative at just the right moment.

“Amanda, if you wanted…I could do you a favor,” I suggested then ground my hips into hers.

“What kind of favor?” she asked breathily.

I carefully worked a hand down and gently rubbed on the girl’s groin. Amanda quivered on contact and closed her eyes happily. She seemed to ponder this idea briefly, surely debating about the potential of it leading to actual sex. Then, after a pregnant moment, the girl nodded reluctantly.

I didn’t have anything to say as a reply. I merely began gently caressing the front of her pants. Amanda leaned in towards me so I’d be able to hear as she began to pant quietly. Like no other girl I’d ever met, she could be stimulated quickly with only minimal contact. It wasn’t long before the girl was having difficulty standing in the shower. I pulled my hand away, sensing that the moment was right.

“The hot water is going to run out pretty soon. We should get out before it gives up the ghost,” I suggested.

Amanda mewed in annoyance then nodded reluctantly. The pair of us moved out onto a fuzzy bathmat. I retrieved some towels from an adjacent rack. I dried off my upper half then took care of my legs in short order. The girl dried her arms and legs as well. The cold set in quickly and made her shiver. I eyed her for a moment then turned away and, with a semblance of bravery that was only skin deep, I dropped my swim trunks to the floor and proceeded to dry the rest of my body. I wrapped the towel around my waist. I looked over my shoulder to find Amanda eyeing me skeptically.

“I won’t peak and that towel won’t bite,” I stated with a lopsided grin.

“Then turn around already,” Amanda giggled.

I obliged and faced the door, away from Amanda’s gorgeous bodice. The mirror was on the wall to my right. My dominant, i.e. strong, eye is my right. All I had to do was veer my head just a bit to the right…and see a limber flash of flesh in the mirror. Underneath my towel, my arousal continued. After what seemed like an eternity, she slapped on my shoulder lightly.

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I suppose that most people are envious of me and would love to have my huge dick. If you don’t have one and I mean a really big one, not just 8 or 9 inches erect, that’s what I am limp, then you probably have no idea the problems it causes. For instance, I can’t sit down on a regular toilet without it hanging down into the water…what a pain. I’ve had to get one of those thick seats to compensate. And,I can’t wear a normal bathing suit… thankfully baggies are now back in style.

Anyway, for as long as I can remember, I’ve always stood out in the crowd (no pun intended) in the genital department. The ironic thing is that I’m not a very big guy otherwise. My name is Leonard, I’m almost 5′-10″ and have a slight build. I’ve never been athletic, always preferring to read a book or fiddle with my coin collection. In high school, I was somewhat of a loner and it always embarrassed me when the guys would refer to me as “tripod” in public. You’re probably thinking “what’s embarrassing about that,” but the fact is I didn’t date girls, preferring to focus on my studies, and it made me feel self conscious when girls would point in my direction and giggle to one another.

Before I proceed with what happened my freshman year in college I should probably give you the “details.” Although I’ve gained a few pounds now, when I entered college I was at my full 5′-9 and a half inches tall, but I liked to say 5′-10″, weighed in at 135lbs, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and of course glasses. I’m sure the details you are more interested in is that my dick measures 9 inches limp and grows to a whopping 12 inches when I am fully erect. As far as thickness goes, I’ve always put objects next to it for comparison instead of measuring around it with a measuring tape. While I’m not as thick around as a soda can, I come pretty darn close. It’s more like the thickness of a lot of shampoo bottles. I guess that’s always been an easy comparison in the shower.

On to my story…

I received a full academic scholarship to a well-known university in the South and showed up that first day with a complete “deer in the headlights” look. My roommate, Brad, was a workout freak from Nebraska who always wore his shirts a little too tight to show off his physique. It wasn’t long until we were known as “Mutt & Jeff” by everyone in the dorm. The one and only way I gained respect from him was the time he walked in on me dressing.

“Holy shit Len!” “Do you work that thing out or what? How did you develop such a huge love muscle?” He cried out.

I got all red in the face and tried to hide myself, but the cat was out of the bag. I suppose that’s how it all began with Dawn. Gossip spreads quickly about the new freshmen, but usually its junior and senior guys checking out the incoming girls.

Dawn was the Captain of the football cheerleading squad and to say she was the ultimate female specimen would be a clear understatement. I had never dated in high school, but I had smuggled a fair share of Playboy magazines into my room and she could have been stacked up against any of the playmates of the month. Dawn was a legitimate 5′-10″, which is actually very tall for a cheerleader, considering the way the guys have to lift and throw them. She had a “Barbie” type figure with slim hips, long tan legs that never seemed to end, and big round tits that looked like two grapefruits attached too her slim torso. I’ve always been attracted to brunettes with brown eyes and Dawn had both with a gleaming white smile that I know made her dentist proud. Of course Shania Twain wasn’t even on the scene back then but looking back on it, she had that type of look with an energetic bounce and twinkle in her eyes.

The first time I encountered Dawn was during freshmen orientation. Someone had arranged for the Cheerleaders to brainwash us into school loyalty and hatred toward the rival University not too many miles up the road. My eyes immediately locked on Dawn, as I’m sure several thousand other horny freshman guys did. Every bounce and thrust of her pom poms had my eyes glued to those fabulous breasts with periodic glances down the length of her golden-brown legs that I’m sure she had worked on all summer. I remember daydreaming about whether her breasts had tan lines and if she covered her perfect ass with a thong bikini when she laid out. I quickly had to stop that thought process because I felt myself getting hard and it was uncomfortable as hell to get a 12 inch hard-on if I hadn’t already positioned myself correctly in my pants.

After the Rah Rah session, I turned around to head back towards my dorm room with my hands in my pockets, to keep the monster headed south, when I heard a female voice call my name,

“Leonard!”

Not recognizing the voice I slowly turned and raised my head to see my dream goddess, Dawn, springing towards me as she tried to catch up. As she stopped in front of me, her hair wind blown, but in a perfect sort of way, I uttered a meek sounding, “Hi.”

She was even more perfect up close as she looked slightly down at me with those sparkling doe brown eyes and enrapturing çapa escort smile.

“Hey, one of the guys on the team knows your roommate and he said you really didn’t have any friends to hang out with yet. How would you like to get the unofficial campus guided tour of all the hangouts?”

I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, alive, or had been transported to heaven and could only manage a wimpy stutter,

“A a arre ya ya you serious?”

“Sure,” “My names Dawn, by the way.” “I’m a senior, but I remember my first week here and how lonely I felt, and well, I hate to see the same thing happen to other students.”

“Great!” I said, slowly getting myself together. “What day and what time?”

Dawn lips caused my dick to start growing again as I focused on the way her glossy pink lips pursed as she replied. “Tomorrow at 4 o’clock at the rec center, dress casual.”

“I’ll be there,” I said.

“O.K. Lenny, I can call you Lenny can’t I?”

I quickly shot out a “Yes, that’s fine,” when in fact no one had called me Lenny since about the first grade, but I didn’t care what she called me. The fact was the Captain of the cheerleaders, Dawn Ashton, was talking to me, a lowly freshman, and a geek at that.

I was snapped out of my trance by Dawn’s melodious voice singing, “See you tomorrow Lenny!” and with a wink, she was turning, her mini cheerleading skirt barely covering her ass, swaying first back and forth and then up and down as she pranced off in the direction of the girls dorm.

I was in heaven as I plopped onto my bed and thought about what had happened to me. I felt like masturbating right then with the hard-on I was sporting, but decided against it. Who knows, I thought with the way my luck was going, maybe I would score. It would be a first for me.

As I put all this down on paper, I realize that I should have been a little more skeptical about a popular cheerleader seeking me out, but I was caught up in the euphoria of the moment and the sincerity she portrayed. Little did I know what she had in store for me.

Classes whizzed by the next day and I hurried back from my two o’clock class to take a shower and get ready for the biggest event of my life. As I walked on air coming through the door to my room I noticed Brad laying on his bed flipping through a muscle magazine.

“Hey studly,” he said with a smile, “I hear you’re meeting up with Dawn today.”

I couldn’t believe it. With a student body of over 20,000 students, how does word get around so quickly?

“That’s right,” I said, somewhat defensively, “Just an informal get together. She’s going to give me a tour of the student hang outs.”

“Well, just be careful,” Brad said, “John Payne, the starting linebacker for the football team has a thing for her. I don’t think they’re officially dating, but I think John is definitely the jealous type.”

Great, I thought as I hopped into the shower, the headlines in the campus paper tomorrow would read, ‘Geek gets his ass kicked by jealous gridiron star.’ I started lathering up thinking about Dawn and how I’d love to be soaping up those magnificent globes of flesh that bounced up and down with every cheer. I had one hand milking my soapy dick up and down the 12-inch shaft while I used my other hand to soap up and shake my sack and balls. My hands aren’t very large and my balls felt like I was handling two baseballs. The truth is, they’re more the size of pool balls in a sack that hands down around 6 inches from the bottom of my penis. I stopped just before blowing my load and rinsed off. Don’t want to jinx myself, I thought.

The door suddenly flew open and there was Brad.

“Hey Len, do you… jeez laweez Len! You could kill someone with that thing.” He stood in awe having only previously seen me in an unerect state. “I’d hate to be a gal on the receiving end of that thing. She’d never be able to feel anything but a John Holmes replica dildo after that.”

“What do you want?” I said.

“Oh, I was just going to tell you not to worry about John. I was just talking with a friend of mine on the phone and he said they broke everything off last week.”

“Thanks,” I said, “Mind if I dry off now?”

“Oh, hey sorry, I just can’t get over your appendage. We need to get you in the gym, you could be the ultimate male weapon.” He laughed and closed the door.

I peered at the reflection in the mirror and the reflection I saw was pretty comical. The bulge I was sporting down below was bigger than my biceps. Kind of like the male version of Barbie, I laughed to myself. I decided to wear some khaki shorts, my favorite Calvin Klein black boxers, a preppy white and blue stripe button down shirt and my penny loafers. Somehow I couldn’t get into the surfer dude, hip-hop, or jock look. Obviously none of those looks fit me. I felt I looked studious and clean cut. That must be what Dawn sees in me.

As I approached the student rec center, I saw Dawn standing there looking off in another direction. She had on a tan pair of lycra stretch fatih escort shorts that hugged and just covered her perfectly rounded butt. Her tan legs stretched down to a pair of three inch heals that would definitely have her looking down at me. But what I noticed most were her breasts. They were pushing hard against the fabric of her top, both out and to the sides. As I got closer I could see the lacey pattern of her bra and the outline of her nipples causing the material to dent outward. I moaned inwardly as I thought how much self control it was going to take to not reach out and grab those two tits and squeeze for all it’s worth.

“Hi Lenny!” Dawn said in her perky voice. “My, you look preppy today. Are you ready for the grand tour?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I said, thinking that sounded kind of dumb.

“Great, let’s go!” and with that she thrust her hand through my arm and started off down the path off to the side of the rec center. I immediately felt a hot rush as the side of what must be C or D cups pressed into my arm. She was taller than me with her heels which made me feel like a little boy being pulled along by his mother. Although my mother sure as heck didn’t look like this!

Dawn had her car waiting around back, a flashy red sports car that Daddy must have bought for her. We got in and she gave me the campus tour then proceeded into town to show me other popular spots as well. Whenever I thought she wasn’t looking, I would steal glances at those awesome tits and watch as her already short shorts kept creeping up her golden thighs. Finally she pulled into a place she described as “the greatest bar-b-q in the south. I followed her in with my eyes glued to her cute ass. Her shorts were splitting it right up her crack. The lighting had a soft glow, which seemed even softer with the dark paneled walls. As I sat on the bench at our table, I noticed they were soft and bouncy, covered in thick see through plastic.

Besides the awkward conversation, mainly on my part, lunch was uneventful until I felt a stirring in my groin. Only this didn’t feel like the normal stirring, this felt more like a real rubbing. Dawn kept talking in such a matter of fact way that I didn’t dare look down to see what was going on. I finally reached down to my groin and was surprised to find a foot!

I heard laughter and looked up to see Dawn’s beaming face, “I just wanted to see what type of rise I could get out of you. You seemed a little uptight Lenny.” She winked.

Well, she was getting a reaction all right, but it was making me more “tense.” Lunch ended and I thought our little adventure was over, but Dawn seemed to have other ideas.

“Where are we going?” I asked

“Oh, the last place we’re going is a special hang-out.”

I left it at that. We drove for about 10 minutes as the last of the sun’s rays disappeared behind the moss-covered trees. All of a sudden Dawn slowed and turned off the paved two-lane road onto a dirt road that banked off to the right. The trees grew thicker and after a few hundred yards we came to an open meadow surrounded by trees. The focal point was a small pond. I wondered what she was up to, when she stopped the car and turned off the engine. “Well, this is it.” She said

“This is what?”

“This is where all the major post-game and post-date make outs take place.” She replied. “A lot of freshmen girls will be brought here this fall.”

“What about freshmen guys?” I asked

“Nah, not too many, only the coolest.” Was her reply

“Wait a second,” I said somewhat hesitantly but proceeded anyway. “I..I…really appreciate how kind you’ve been to me and everything… but no one’s ever put me in the category of popular or coolest.”

“Awww don’t be modest, Lenny. I think you’re kinda cute.”

And with that she turned her body towards me. Curling her legs up under her, Dawn looked at me with those dreamy big brown eyes. Her tits were thrust forward just begging to be fondled. I didn’t know what I felt, but it seemed like a mixture of bewilderment, lust, shame, and pride all rolled into one. Here I was, 3 months removed from high school, a virgin and geek, with a total sex goddess, and I had no idea what to say.

“I…I…I” I stammered.

“Shhhhhh” her perfect glossed lips pursed as she put her index finger up to them. “Would you like to kiss me?” she whispered.

Instantly I was caught between two thoughts, the first Duhhhhhhhh, who wouldn’t and the second was me with a big “L” above my head for loser, because I could see myself fumbling the ball here big time. Fortunately, Dawn didn’t wait for an answer and leaned into me. The hard nipple and cushion of her right breast pressed into my arm. I was frozen in place, but somehow managed to form my lips into something that would resemble a kiss. Her lips pressed into mine and felt strong yet mushy as she stayed pressed up against me. Not knowing what to do, I closed my eyes and tried leaning into her a bit. My cock was rock hard. Fortunately I had on long shorts because I had grown to my full nişantaşı escort 12 inches and if my shorts were any shorter I would have been sticking out the bottom. She let out an audible “Mmmmm” and moved her lips away from mine, down to my neck and then up to my ear.

“Do you want the big senior to teach the little freshman how to make out?” she whispered into my ear. Her breath was so hot!

I let out a gasp, “Uhhhh huuuu”

“Let me show you how it’s done,” she hissed and proceeded to stick her hot wet tongue in my ear.

My hard-on was killer and started raising the slack in my pants up. She moved up on me crushing her tits into my bird chest as she did so. She then began running her right hand through my hair, her manicured nails combing my scalp as she pulled my lips back to her. I held on for the ride as this woman took control and obviously knew what she wanted. Her left hand grabbed my right wrist as she guided it up to her breast.

“This is what you’ve wanted to do ever since you saw me, isn’t it?” she whispered once again in my ear.

Was there a correct answer to this I thought. “Uhhhh yeeaah” I stammered.

“Well go ahead, feel my tits!”

My dick was absolutely pulsing up and down in a frenzied rhythm. I started squeezing gently and she urged me, “harder…really crush ’em…come on squeeze ’em harder.”

Never having gone this far with a girl before I did what I was told, but was also embarrassed at the scene she might see going on in my shorts. The head of my dick was almost poking out the end of my shorts. I felt her hand on my knee and then she started moving it slowly up my inner thigh.

“Oh!” she said, in a somewhat startled voice.

For a second, Dawn didn’t seem to be in control. Possibly because she was surprised to be touching my dick so soon. She was only a few inches up from my knee. Dawn gripped my penis through my shorts, feeling the girth, and slowly made her way up the shaft, squeezing every few inches as she went along.

“My you’re a big boy,” she whispered into my ear.

Her hot voice sent more chills down my arms and legs and caused my dick to jump. I was having trouble with all of the stimulation Dawn was giving me and then she reached my balls and gave a gentle squeeze while simultaneously sticking her pointed tongue into my mouth.

I opened with a loud “Awwwwwwwwwwwww” as my penis started spasming and shooting stream after stream of cum first in my shorts and then because of my boxers out the loose fitting bottom and all over her dash and floor. She continued to rub and squeeze the front of my shorts driving her tongue in and out of my mouth like she was the one fucking me.

“Ooooooooooohhh” I continued to moan after the fifth or sixth jet of cum had sprayed out and my cock finally began to recoil and settle down.

“I…I…I’m sorry about that” I said, thoroughly embarrassed about losing control and blowing my load all over the place.

“Shhhhhh” she said, pulling my head down to rest on her chest.

As my head went down I thought I caught a glimpse of a mischievous looking smile.

“That’s O.K., you just got excited that’s all. I have that affect on a lot of guys.”

With my head pressed into her tits I thought of the good fortune that had come my way in meeting Dawn. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Little did I know what the next four weeks were going to bring.

“Let’s get together again next Sunday night, Lenny,” Dawn finally said, breaking me out of my trance. “I think we could have a lot more fun over at my place.”

I couldn’t believe it!

“And Lenny,” she added.

“What?” I asked, still not believing my luck.

“Don’t get off, if you know what I mean, between now and then. I want to see you shoot with everything you’ve got saved for me… promise?”

“I promise,” I said.

I couldn’t wait for next Sunday and the opportunity to see this hot vixen naked. As I strolled back to the dorm after Dawn dropped me off, the wet stains on my shorts finally dry, I couldn’t help but wonder what the catch was. What would a beautiful, popular, senior cheerleader want to do with a geeky freshman? She had felt the size of my dick, but certainly it wasn’t just that. Had she heard the rumors about my size before talking with me?

Looking back on it I should have been more attuned to the fact that the impossible was taking place and there must have been an ulterior motive. But, I was too consumed with a fog of lust and love to think in my typical analytical way. It was going to cost me more than I could have ever dreamed.

The week flew by quickly with all the activities of the new school year and the returning upper class getting reacquainted after the summer break. I managed to make it to all my classes and only saw Dawn once during the week. As our eyes made contact she winked and gave me her killer smile that melted me from fifty feet, causing me to stumble and drop my books. I squatted down to pick them up and as I raised my head there was Dawn squatting down as well, only she was wearing her cheerleading outfit. My eyes were right in line with her panties since the short skirt from her uniform had ridden up. I stared at her parted golden thighs right down to the V formed with her blue panties. My dick started to immediately harden which was very uncomfortable in this position.

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I’m walking across campus, deciding what to do with my free time, when I see my best from Stacy talking to her brother Nathan next to the campus center. I have about five hours between my first class and my next one, but it’s not worth it to go back to my house (going over to find my car, drive it back to my house, stay for an hour, drive back, find parking, etc, just isn’t worth it).

“Hey!” I call out, and see the two of them turn around. Stacy smiles and waves back at me, and Nathan shyly waves. I’ve been best friends with Stacy for two years, and although I just met Nathan recently we have been talking a ton. We have a class together, and similar interests, so we get along. He’s two years younger than me, but I think that there might be something between the two of us. Stacy seems to think there is, and would love for me to be her sister-in-law. But I’m a junior in college, Nathan is a freshman, and I don’t think either of us want marriage.

“What are you up to?” Stacy asks animatedly.

“Eh, not much.” I shrug. “I just have a lot of time free…I’m trying to figure out what to do with my time before my next class. What are you guys doing?”

“I just ran into Nate, so we’ve been chatting.” Stacy smiles. “Even though we both go here, I never see you!” she playfully hits Nathan. “We need to hang out more.”

“Sure,” he mutters, blushing, as his big sister lectures him in front of me. “We will.”

“Anywayssss,” Stacy turns back to me. “I need to go. Like I said, I just ran into Nate. And I have Statistics in about five minutes so I should be going.” She leans in to quickly hug me, and turns to leave. “Bye guys! See you later!”

With Stacy walking away, Nathan and I look at each other, not sure of what to say.

Finally, I decide to say something. “How are classes going for you? I know it’s only a month into school, but are you enjoying your classes?” I smile.

“Yeah.” He responds. “They’re cool. It’s really different from high school.”

“Definitely.” I smile, stepping a bit closer to him. “So, where are you going now?”

“I just came out of Intro to Communication.” He shrugs. “I’m done with class for the day so I was going back to my dorm.”

“Oh cool,” I say. “That sounds fun. I’ll, uh, see you later, I guess?”

“I mean, Anne, if you want, do you want to walk with me to my dorm?”

He looks nervous and is blushing and shifting around a little bit. I decide to further our time together.

“Sure,” I say. He smiles. “Where do you live again?”

“Smith Hall,” he says. “That way.”

We both turn in the direction of his dorm fındıkzade escort room and start walking.

“So, your classes?” I prompt him, in a sisterly way.

“They’re good, they’re good.” He smiles, looking down at me. Then he looks away, saying, “There’s actually a really cute girl in my Psychology class.”

“A cute girl? I’m in that class. Do I know her?” I tease him, hoping for an answer that I do not think I’ll get.

“Yeah.” He pauses, as we reach his building. “Uh, it’s you, Anne. I’m sorry, I know it’s awkward, you’re Stacy’s best friend. I know it’s wrong, but I just really like you. You’re cute, and I just like spending time with you. Uh, I’m sorry if this makes it awkward.” He runs a hand through his dark brown hair.

I blush and nervously look up at him. “Actually, Nathan, um, I’m interested in you too. You’re adorable and I like spending time with you too.”

“You do?” he says, looking both shocked and happy.

“I do,” I say, smiling hugely and twirling my light blond hair around my finger. I’m looking up at him with my green eyes and trying to bat them seductively. “I think you’re really cute.”

“Do you want to hang out?” he asks, nervously. “Maybe, like, in my room, so we can talk in private?”

“Sure, sounds good.” I say, and he leads me up to his room, unlocking his door.

“Is your roommate here? Or coming back?” I ask, stepping into his room, as he shuts the door.

“Nope, he went home for a few days. He had a doctor’s appointment or something. You can sit down anywhere.”

I look around, and decide to jump up and settle in on his bed. “So enough about your roommate, we had been talking about us…”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Um. I haven’t had a girlfriend before and I haven’t really dated so I don’t know where to go from here…”

“I don’t either, it’s okay!” I assure him. “We’re both incredibly awkward and shy and nerdy, we get along so well! I haven’t had a boyfriend, so I don’t really know what to do either…but I do know that I would like to kiss you.” I blurt out. “I’m sorry that that’s so direct.”

“I’d like to kiss you too,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me. Nathan is pretty tall, about 6 feet tall, whereas I’m only 5’6″. Sitting on his bed, he’s only a couple of inches above me as opposed to 6 inches. He is looking down at me with his clear blue eyes, and steps forward more so that I can count the freckles on his nose. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I smile, “kiss me.”

He gently bends down, and wraps his arms around my back. I twist my hands around his neck maslak escort and bring him closer to me.

“I don’t know how to go about doing this-” he murmurs.

“Be quiet a bit, I’ll teach you.” I laugh, and pull his face down to meet mine. Although he’s never kissed anyone before, and I’ve kissed four guys, he already knows what he’s doing. His lips melt into mine and before I know it, he is slipping his tongue into my mouth. I gently nibble on his tongue, then start biting his lip a bit.

“Damn, this is hot,” he murmurs, and he starts kissing my neck, my ears, the side of my face. His light beard tickles my collar bone, and I am getting so turned on.

“Oh Nathan,” I murmur, grabbing his hair and leaning my head back. “Come, lay down.”

He jumps up onto the bed with me, then resumes kissing me. We make out for a few more minutes, and I know I want to go further.

“Nathan,” I ask. “Do you want to go a bit further? Do you want to do more?”

“With you, definitely.” He smiles. “You’re so cute, Anne.”

He leans in and we pull each other in closer. I bring my hands down, and tug on the bottom of his shirt to lift it up. He leans back, pulling off his shirt, and revealing his toned stomach. I take off my shirt, and pull off my bra.

“Damn,” he says, looking at my tits and upper body. “Anne, you’re really hot.”

I blush and say thanks, as he starts to put his hands on my breasts. He rolls my nipples in his fingers, and starts to lick them. This feels amazing. He continues to play with them, and runs his hands around my breasts as he kisses my chest until he reaches my mouth again. He slips his tongue in my mouth and I lick it with my tongue.

Eventually, I want to do more than this, too.

“How far do you want to go?” I breathe, as he takes a breath.

“As far as you want to go, I would love to do anything and everything with you.” He says, kissing me again.

“Uh, anything?” I ask. “Anything? You’re a virgin, right?”

“I am.” He says, looking a bit shy. “If you want to change that for me though…”

“I would love to.” I smile. “I’ve only had sex like, three times, but I want to be with you.”

“Okay,” he says and unzips his pants, pulling them off. He looks at me. “Your turn.”

“Sure.” I say, and nervously pull off my pants. We’re left with just him in his underwear and me in my panties.

“Okay. Now the underwear.” He says, pulling his off, as I take off my panties. I cross my legs to cover myself up, but he is showing off his seven inches of hard dick.

“No, why are topkapı escort you covering yourself up? You’re beautiful.” Nathan smiles. “Please, can I see you?”

I nod and quietly say “Yes”, as I’m nervous as fuck but also want to fuck him, and fuck him hard.

He leans over, and pushes my legs apart, exposing my vagina. He continues to lean down, so that he’s in between my legs. “Tell me what to do.”

“Oh, oh…okay. Just um, put your mouth there, put your finger there, and do this.” I say, instructing him as he lowers his tongue onto my clit, and inserts a finger into my wet vagina. He starts licking, and with no knowledge of what to do, it feels amazing. He’s licking it around and around and up and down, and is gently stroking my g-spot. It feels good and my body starts shaking.

“Stop,”I say, and he looks up. “I want you inside of me, now.”

“Okay,” he says. “I have a condom but I mean, I don’t really know what to do…”

“It’s okay, I don’t either,” I say, as we roll the condom onto his erect penis. “I have only done it in missionary, but that’s more work for you, so since I’m taking your virginity I might as well do the work…how about we try it with me on top?”

“Sure.” He says, laying back. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I get up and straddle him, placing my knees on either side of him. “Maybe hold me up a bit with your hands? And if you want to kiss me or my boobs or anything, go for it. And maybe we’ll both just thrust a bit.”

“Okay. Thrust. Got it.” He laughs. “I’m ready.”

I grip his hands, and take a deep breath. I’ve never done this before so I hope it goes okay! I just have wanted to do this for a while and have never tried this position. And I’ve never had sex with a virgin before.

I slowly lower myself onto his cock and feel him filling me up slowly with his thick dick. I throw my head back a bit, because I feel so full.

“Mmm, Nathan, you feel fantastic.” I say, gripping his hands.

“We should go faster, right?” he says, as I pull up a bit.

“Yes, let’s do it.” I push back onto him, hard. As I pull up, he pulls out, and as I go down, he slams into me. Soon, we’re slamming into each other, shaking the bed, and he is sucking on my tits and neck. I know I’m going to get hickeys from this but it is so worth it.

His dick is sliding in and out of my vagina, and he’s rubbing it at the right angle. Between his mouth, his dick, and the whole situation, I orgasm quickly and then he does too.

He pushes into me, and tenses up. “Oh, I’m coming!” he shouts, as he fills the condom up with his semen. Nathan slams down onto the mattress again, looking tired, and I roll off of him.

He looks over at me, and pulls me to him. “So how was that?”

“Good, quick, but it’s your first time.” I smile. “How was it for you?”

“Really good.” He kisses me. “Can we do that again in a few minutes?”

“Yes.” I say, smiling.

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It was a beautiful day in spring and I was home alone. It was probably the best weather we’d had for months and I decided to take advantage of it. With summer coming up I’d be spending a reasonable bit of time at the beach and I wanted to get a start on my tan. And I didn’t want any tan lines. They tend to spoil things. So I was going to spend this nice hot afternoon sunbaking by our pool – naked.

It had a lovely naughty sound to it, that word – naked. However, there wouldn’t be anything really naughty in what I’d be doing. Mind you, I’m eighteen, so if I wanted to do a few naughty things I could, but I hadn’t really reached that point in my life. Soon, possibly. Probably, I guess. I’m just as interested in various unknown aspects of life as anyone else and would eventually be exploring those aspects. Just not today.

I grabbed a beach towel, spread it out on the grass next to our pool, stripped off and laid back to enjoy the sun. I’d hear the car when my parents returned, so I’d have plenty of warning to get dressed again. Our fences were high enough to ensure that our yard wasn’t overlooked, so I was quite safe.

I relaxed, lying back, eyes closed, soaking in the sun. I had the radio playing and a bottle of cold water. Tie a string and a cork to the bottle and drop it in the pool and the water stays cold. When you want a drink you just grab the cork and pull up the bottle. Good as having a fridge.

It was a pleasant way to spend a lazy Saturday. I turned over a couple of times, getting a light even tan, remembering to use a bit of sunscreen so that I only tanned, not burned. A little sunburn can ruin your whole day. And the ensuing week. I’d found that out the hard way.

Lying back, eyes closed, I could tell when a small cloud passed over the sun. I could literally feel the shadow on my face, so when a shadow fell on my face I just waited for the cloud to pass. It didn’t. It just seemed to settle in front of the sun, shading me. The forecast was for a clear sunny day, and it irked me to have this cloud shadowing me. I opened my eyes to look at it and try to estimate its size.

Oh, my, fucking, god. The ‘cloud’ was about size foot tall and standing next to me, blocking the sun. I suddenly really understood what naked meant. I made some sort of squeaking sound and my hands darted very quickly to cover my breasts and pussy.

“Now don’t do that,” the intruder said, speaking in a nice, warm, friendly voice. “I was enjoying the view.”

(By this time I’d recognised the man. It was Mike, one of my father’s assistants.)

With that comment, Mike reached down, took my wrists, not seeming to notice that his hands also brushed against my breasts and loins while doing so, and just casually moved my hands back to my sides.

“Ah, my father’s not home,” I said, hoping he’d take the hint and go away.

“I sort of guessed that when I saw you out here, dressed so becomingly,” he told me, smiling, and it seemed to me that what I had always thought was a very nice smile was really a fiendish smirk.

I suddenly felt like a total idiot. Not only was I naked but I’d just informed Mike that I was all alone. All I need was a little sign saying ‘Rape Me’, because I was quite sure that that was about to happen.

Mike must have seen my sudden trepidation, because that nasty smile of his seemed to get even nastier.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding suavely polite. “Afraid I might take advantage? Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to rape you.”

Damn it all, I have to learn to keep my big mouth shut. I had felt most peculiar when he said he wasn’t going to rape me. Relief that he wasn’t going to and insulted that he wasn’t. I as near as damnit blurted out, “Why not?” Wouldn’t that have gone down a treat?

“Yes, well, um, I’d like you to leave, please, so that I can get dressed,” I told him, speaking firmly but politely. “If you care to wait up at the house I’ll be along shortly.”

“Now, Maria, just because I’m not going to ravish you doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy looking at you for a while. Maybe even tasting you a little.”

With that comment he sank down onto the grass next to me and I could practically feel his eyes running over me. He ran his thumb lightly over my lips, pulling my lower lip down slightly. Then he kissed me. It was just a light kiss, his lips just lightly brushing against mine, but I felt his tongue moving against the inside of my lips, doing his tasting.

After cihangir escort that he sat up again and his thumb traced back over my lips. Difference was, this time, after he dragged my lower lip down a little, he released it and his hand kept on moving down until his palm glided softly across my breasts.

Just as gently as you like his hand soothed its way across my breasts, and I could feel my nipple tugging against his rough hand. His hand trailed from one breast to the other, just a light touch, but boy, I knew it was there. Then his thumb rolled each of my nipples around, teasing them erect.

He shouldn’t be doing that and he knew it. I knew it, too, and told him so.

“Stop it,” I said, trying to speak firmly but barely whispering the words. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that.”

I can’t help feeling that my protests would have been a bit more forceful if he’d been rougher, greedier, but I found I quite enjoyed the soft brush of his hands on my breasts. At least, he listened to me and shifted his hand.

That’s a plus, right? Wrong. He also shifted his head, lowering it to capture one nipple with his teeth. He gently bit down, holding it, while his tongue washed over it. After a moment, a very long moment, his mouth slid across my breasts, seeking and finding my other nipple, which promptly got the same service.

I pushed at him, moving his head away from my breasts.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded. “I said stop it.”

“Tasting you, the way I said I would,” he came back swiftly. “And I don’t want to stop. Not yet. You taste like honey and cream.”

He started kissing me again, effectively silencing any protest, while his hand closed over my breast again. He kept on doing that. I’d push his hands away and his mouth wreaked havoc on my breasts. I pushed his head away and his hands were back again, teasing and tantalising. It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to protest, my breasts seeming to be highly pleased with the attention.

I made one last determined effort. I pushed his hands away, saying, “Leave my breasts alone.”

I don’t make small mistakes, and saying that was a mistake, for two reasons. One, he left my breasts alone and I found myself missing the attention. Two, his hand settled upon my mound and I suddenly had a lot more unwanted attention.

I’d have protested, loud and long, but Mike was ahead of me. Even as his hand settled on my mons and started massaging, his mouth settled on mine and shut me up while he kissed me. My hips did sort of bounce up off the ground in shock, but even that he use to his advantage, letting my upwards bounce help guide his hand between my legs until his hand neatly cupped my entire mound.

From that point on things went rapidly downhill. When Mike finally freed my lips it was only so he could start nibbling on my breasts again, but by that time I was so aware of what his delicate touch was doing to my pussy and internal flesh that I was struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone form any sentences.

“You can’t keep touching me like this,” I finally managed to wail. “It’s just not fair.”

With that he reared up slightly, looking at me with a serious expression.

“You’re right,” he said. “Let me make it up to you.”

With that he took my hand and placed it on his groin. Oh, hell, why beat about the bush. He slapped my hand smack down onto his cock, which was both erect and free of his trousers. He closed my hand over it and then returned to bedevilling me. Now what was I supposed to do?

I’d never really paid much attention to a man’s privates before. I knew all about them, in theory. I knew I’d get closer acquainted with one sometime soon, but that was also only in theory and supposedly in some hazy future date. This was the here and now. Theory said nothing about finding myself starkers in the middle of my yard, while a man chewed on my breasts and probed my pussy, clearly expecting me to attend to his cock. Attend to it how, pray tell?

It seemed to me that as Mike seemed to feel he had the right to thoroughly explore my body, I might as well do a little exploration of my own. I moved my hand up and down his cock, getting a feel for it. It was big and hot and it felt awfully hard. He made a funny noise when I rubbed the end of it, just rolling it around in my hand as though polishing a doorknob. I did that a second time and he muttered something fulya escort rude, with a sort of gasp in his voice. I giggled and explored further, tracing it all the way down to his testicles. I wonder what would happen if I squeezed them? Unfortunately I was a little too nervous (and a little too distracted) to find out.

The only thought that really registered with me was thanks that he was only going to feel me, not rape me. I had a feeling that his cock would split me in half if he stuck it in me. I decided that I’d find a smaller one for my first time.

While I had been tentatively familiarising myself with Mike’s cock there had been nothing tentative about his assault on my private parts. His exploration had been so thorough he probably knew them better than I did. Every little touch (and there were a lot of them and not so little either) was stirring me up and arousing me. When he finally drew back I was a mess, just lying there, quivering, one hand clutching his cock.

I blush to admit that when Mike pulled back he practically had to pry my hand off his cock. I just didn’t notice I was still clutching it. I just lay there looking at him, feeling stunned, not even noticing that he was moving my legs a lot further apart.

I damn well noticed when he moved between them and started brushing his cock back and forth along my slit, rubbing it against my swollen lips.

“You said you weren’t going to rape me,” I protested, trying to squirm away from that monster.

“And I won’t,” Mike calmly replied. “Do you want me to stop?”

And with that the son-of-a-bitch just smiled at me, still brushing his cock back and forth against my lips. Lips which I could tell were pursed and wet and reaching for him. How dare he put it on me? A gentleman would have just ravished me on the spot, ignoring my protests.

On second thoughts, a gentleman would never put me in this sort of position, but that didn’t help me now. What the hell did I say? If I said stop he just might, and then where would I be – extremely frustrated. But I couldn’t say yes, not really. I was reduced to spluttering and glaring at him.

“Seeing you’re not saying no, I think I’ll just push in a little,” said Mike softly. “You can just say stop when enough is enough.”

With that Mike seemed to flex his fingers and pull my lips further apart and the head of his cock slipped between them. He took his hand away and my lips just closed around him, holding him.

I was looking down at where his cock was entering with a certain degree of consternation. I hadn’t said he could, but neither had I said he couldn’t, and he’d given me the chance. Was I agreeing or not? I decided I could afford to let him go in just a little more before I had to decide.

Boy, can I call them wrong. I thought I’d just wait a moment and feel his cock press against my hymen. My assessment of Mike made me think he wouldn’t just force his way though, he’d give me one last chance to back out, and I was going to take it. I really was. Unfortunately, that whole plan was based on the assumption that my hymen was some sort of barrier that had to be broken through. It turned out to be a bubble that faded and was gone as soon as Mike’s cock touched it, and I suddenly had this whacking great cock advancing majestically down my passage.

It was far too late to call a halt now. I just lay there, eyes glued to where Mike was slowly pushing into me. That damn cock looked every bit as huge as it had felt, and I could already feel it deep inside me and going even deeper. I could feel my passage wrapped around him, softly clinging and also softly yielding to his hardness and more of him surged forward.

I was fortunate, in that Mike was taking his time, letting me adjust, giving me time and room to stretch and accommodate him. Once again, it was theory that said that a woman would stretch to take the man, but not something that I’d practised. Now I was finding out the truth behind the theory, and my poor passage was being stretched in all direction trying to take Mike.

There came one last push and Mike’s groin was flat against mine, the big difference between us hidden inside me. I transferred my eyes to his face, not sure how I felt about this. Appalled that I’d yielded so easily, eager to see what was next, pleased that it felt so good, indignant that Mike could actually do this to me.

He smiled at me, and if he’d been smug I’d have slapped mecidiyeköy escort him, but he just looked content and happy for me.

“Keep watching,” he said softly.

With that I felt him moving inside me. I looked down and I could see him slowly pulling out of me, his cock dragging against my passage. Its hot hardness was scraping along, passing gentle vibrations deeper into me. I watched and it came out until Mike was rearing above me, his cock just barely inside me. Then he drove back down, sliding rapidly back into its hot wet burrow, driving home rapidly.

Looking back, I guess I was making funny noises when Mike first drove into me, but I don’t really remember them. This time, feeling that monster lancing back at full speed, that basketball sized head rubbing against me as he drove in, I squealed loudly. (OK. I know it wasn’t really the size of a basketball, but might I point out that it was inside me, not you. I’m just telling you my impression of what was happening.)

This time I knew that Mike was laughing at me. I could see it in his eyes when I looked at him. Then he was pulling out and I tensed and looked down, waiting for that next fierce drive. And waited. And waited some more. Then I looked back at Mike, wondering what was going on. He had the gall to wink at me and I was shrieking again as he drove down.

For the next few minutes Mike teased me, driving me around the bend. He’d pull out and then push back in hard. Or maybe not. He’d make me wait a moment. I didn’t know what was going to happen.

He finally settled in to a slow rhythm, encouraging me to move with him. After a few false starts I got the hang of it and we started moving very nicely together. Mike didn’t seem to be in any hurry and, while I was quite prepared to hurry things along, I didn’t really know how or what I wanted. I had to let Mike do all the running.

The whole thing felt fantastic, and it kept on getting better. I’d stopped squealing when he thrust into me at about the same time as he started the gentler rhythm. This doesn’t mean I was silent. I was giving soft little cries of pleasure as he took me, the cries getting slightly louder as the pleasure increased.

I’ve no idea how long he was ravishing me. Some of my friends have confided it’s all over real fast but it sure didn’t seem that way to me. Mike just seemed to keep going and going, driving me slowly out of my mind with pleasure.

After a while I seemed to reach a point where the pleasure couldn’t go any higher without something giving, and then Mike seemed to be able to hold me at that point. I thing I was almost gibbering, desperate for relief when Mike gave this groan. Next thing I knew he started in on me, pounding away at me like a mad thing. I tried to keep up with him but the extra exertions were too much and I was just swept away, trying to scream but finding I had no voice or breath. I could feel Mike jerking and bouncing on top of me and I knew he was ejaculating inside me. I could feel his seed splashing into me. (Thank god for the pill. I’ve been on it for years.)

When I had my wits about me I found Mike lying on the grass next to me. He looked amazing content. Actually, I have to admit he looked the way I felt, sort of smug and glowing. It had been a most interesting experience. He, I noticed, had tidied up his clothing. I, on the other hand, was still lying there, letting it all hang out. Mike’s hand was on my breast, gently stroking it.

He must have felt me stir because he sat up and looked at me. All of me, his eyes travelling all the way down my body and back up to my face.

“I’d better be going,” he said. “If your dad gets back and finds us like this he’ll go ape-shit all over me and I wouldn’t want that to happen. A word of warning. If you’re going to sunbathe like that, make sure the side gates are properly closed and locked. You never know what sort of riff-raff may wander in.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. I’d just found out the sort of riff-raff that might wander in and the things they might do to my poor helpless little body. I kept my mouth shut though. Let him sound all manly and bossy.

Mike gave my breast one last squeeze before rising to his feet.

“This might have been a first,” he said, “but I can guarantee it won’t be the last time this happens. I’ll be visiting you again. You have my word on that.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’ll agree to anything,” I pointed out.

“That’s OK. You don’t have to make any promises or agree to anything. As long as you don’t disagree I’m sure we’ll do very well.”

I wanted the last word, but damned if I could think of anything to say. I just lay there, watching him go, wondering when he’d be back and what would happen. It could, I decided, be interesting.

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