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Geoff looked around the room to see if he knew anyone but he was sure that he wouldn’t. Just before taking a chair to hear a talk about malpractice, he heard his name called. He turned to see a woman dressed in a conservative business suit calling to him. As he walked closer, a smile came to his face.

“Angel, what in the world are you doing here? How are you?” he asked excitedly. The woman smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the back corner of the seats.

“I’m doing very well, thank you. I saw your name on the roster and I was hoping it was you. It’s been a long time,” she replied. During the meeting, they caught up on the past several years. Geoff had met her at a friend’s bachelor’s party about six years ago. Angel had been an exotic dancer who had paid her way through college dancing but had had to leave when her father became ill. She had moved back home to a small town outside of Dallas. The only thing she could do to make enough money was dance, but she was too smart to do just that. Seeing a need in the entire east Texas region, she began a company that sent dancers to private parties and had become very successful. Geoff and her had had a brief, but intense affair that lasted nearly a year but, as with most long distance romances, this one ended, too.

After the meeting, Geoff invited Angel to the lounge for a drink or two. She had to help pack the equipment from the talk so Geoff went ahead to get a table. About twenty minutes later, he saw her walking towards him. He smiled as he saw many of the other men turn to watch her walk by. Even in her business suit, she looked just as beautiful and sexy as she had many years ago. The skirt was as short as it could be while still being “conservative”, showing off her firm, shapely legs while the jacket showed a hint of strain to stay buttoned across her breasts. Her suit hinted at the shapely body that was hidden under the clothes.

They ordered drinks and sat for the next hour, catching up on the past several years. Angel’s father had died about two years ago and that was when she had decided to go back to school, law school in fact. She had worked hard and saved her money, even dancing when she usually let the younger girls do it. Even though she was several years older than all of the girls in her company, once word got out that she was dancing again, there were many requests for her. She had just finished her first year of law school and was interning at the firm that sponsored the meeting.

Geoff told her about his marriage to a very young woman for four years but that they had divorced about six months ago. “You had always liked them young, didn’t you Geoff?” Angel said, laughing.

“I like them ANY age,” he replied, smiling. After a while, they decided to have dinner at a little Italian restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. Walking in the warm night air, Angel unbuttoned her jacket, letting it hang open. She wore a silk and spandex top that hugged her body. Low-cut and square-neck, it showed the tops of her firm breasts. Every so often, Geoff would catch a glimpse of her breasts, reminding him of her incredible body that he once knew.

At the restaurant, they talked easily about their past, present and hopes for the future. Whenever Angel would lean forward to talk, Geoff had to keep himself from staring at her breasts hanging above the table. He did notice that the waiter was more attentive to them than to the other tables in his section. Angel couldn’t help but notice that, even after the many years, Geoff was still in very good shape, his body lean yet strong. The Polo shirt hugged his chest while his jeans showed off the curves of his ass. He was older, but he looked better than most of the younger men in her class and office.

Angel told Geoff that she had not dated much during the last couple of years. Her classmates seemed too young, many ten years younger than her, or even more, while the men at the firm where she was interning at looked at her as a gopher or were interested only in having sex with her. Geoff, too, hadn’t been too active the last six months.

“Jane was very highly sexed, and I can’t complain about our sex life,” Geoff laughed. “I mean… uumm… nearly all of my fantasies were fulfilled. It was nice, it really was, but afterwards, there just wasn’t much to say sometimes. We were just from different eras. Sometimes you need more than just raw sex… although that is good, too, sometimes.” They both laughed, nodding their heads. Several hours and several drinks later, they were ready to leave the restaurant. They walked back to the hotel, arm in arm, Angel resting her head on his shoulder. She thought of how good it felt to be held by him again. Just before the last turn to go to the hotel, Geoff stopped, taking Angel into his arms. His hands slid down her arms, holding her by her thin waist. Her breasts, rubbing lightly against his chest, sent waves of electricity through her body.

“Angel, you don’t know how many times I picked up the phone to call you these bursa escort last six months. I just wasn’t sure that you wanted to speak to me again,” Geoff said softly, looking into her shimmering eyes. Angel felt her body trembling, unsure as to how far to let the moment go.

“Oh Geoff,” she replied, “John told me about your divorce and I wanted you to call me so badly. I almost called you too, but I wanted to give you time to get past it.” They stood there for a moment, their hearts beating rapidly against their chests. Geoff pulled Angel to him, wrapping his arms around her body. She came willingly, engulfed in his arms. They kissed, tentative at first, then deeply, allowing their passions to overwhelm them. His hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back, holding her firmly to him. Angel opened her mouth slightly, taking his tongue into her wanting mouth, tasting him for the first time in too many years. The kiss seemed to last forever, they were oblivious to the other people walking by. Finally, Geoff broke the kiss, looking deeply into her eyes, wanting to ask her to stay but afraid to ruin the night.

“You said that you live about an hour away and you have to be here tomorrow morning again. Why don’t you just stay the night here,” Geoff asked, hesitantly.

Angel smiled, “I was hoping you would ask me to stay, but not for that reason.” They both laughed at Geoff’s clumsy attempt to ask her to stay.

They walked slowly to his room, not wanting to rush the night. As Geoff slipped the card into the door, Angel leaned against his back, pressing her firm breasts against him, knowing how much he loved the feel of her against him. Geoff closed his eyes, breathed deeply, then pushed the door open.

Angel walked in first, tossed her jacket onto the chair, then turned around, looking hard into his eyes. She felt her breathing deepen, her breasts rising and falling. Geoff stood at the door, his eyes taking her in.

“You are so beautiful, Angel,” Geoff said softly, walking towards her. She looked down, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m not what I was the last time we were together. Not as young nor sexy as I was,” she answered.

“But you are… you are just as beautiful, just as sexy as I remember you. And much more elegant,” Geoff said softly, taking her into his arms. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together as he pulled her hard against him. Her nipples, rubbing against her top, shot bolts of electricity through her body. Geoff slid his hands over her back, feeling the thin, tight top on his fingertips. Angel pressed her mound against his hips, feeling his hard cock after so many years.

“Ooohhh Gggdddd, Geoff,” she moaned, her breathing deep but hesitant, “I have missed you so badly.” Geoff pulled her hard against him, feeling her firm breasts crushed against his chest. Geoff felt his cock harden from her pressure and his passion, caught between her belly and his. Angel dropped her head back, surrendering her neck to his tongue. Geoff nibbled and bit the nape of her neck, inhaling her perfume. His hands gently caressed her, sliding up and down her sides. Biting her lower lip, Angel felt his hand glide over her breast, cupping her flesh. She could feel the wetness increasing between her legs, her pussy tightening and releasing all by itself.

Geoff’s fingers fumbled at the buttons on her skirt, pressing against her belly. The anticipation was driving Angel wild. She wanted him right now, to feel his hardness inside her once more. Geoff unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The cold air of the room, blowing across her wet panties, sent shivers through her body. He kissed his way down her neck, sucking on her skin, his hands cupping her large, firm breasts. She dropped her arms, letting him slide the straps off her shoulders before pulling her top off her heaving breasts.

“Ooohhh Gggdddd, Geoff. It has been so long since someone took me like this,” she moaned, holding his head to her breasts. Geoff sucked and bit on her flesh, taking her hard nipple into his mouth. She squealed at the sensation, her body shaking uncontrollably. Geoff slid a hand down her belly, cupping her mound. Her hips bucked against his hand, pressing against his palm. “Touch me, Geoff, touch me please,” she pleaded. Geoff tugged at her wet panties, slipping a finger along her lips. Angel moaned loudly as the first finger other than hers touched her in over a year.

Geoff slid his finger back and forth, just penetrating her folds, brushing against her clit. Angel bit her lower lip harder, her hips thrusting back and forth, wanting to feel his fingers inside her. Geoff rubbed harder against her clit, sending wave after wave of electricity throughout her shaking body. He had to hold her up by her waist, his face buried between her large globes as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. Angel screamed as he thrust his fingers into her quivering pussy, sliding them in and out of her. Geoff felt her body become rigid, her orgasm reaching its climax.

Angel bursa escort bayan felt an explosion inside her, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. If she hadn’t held tightly onto Geoff, she would have collapsed onto the floor, her legs unable to hold her up. Her whole body was on fire, her juices flooding out of her tunnel, her breasts aching from the attack by Geoff’s mouth. Her body quaked and shuddered, she had no control over her movements. Angel could feel her juices running down her thighs, adding to her passion. Breathing heavily in his arms, Angel held onto Geoff, holding him tight. The hairs on his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples, adding to her already excited state.

Geoff carried Angel to the bed, sitting her on the edge. She sat there, her body still trembling as she caught her breath. Looking up at him, Angel reached for his pants, undoing then. She slowly slid the zipper down, taking her time. She wanted the moment to last, to feel the anticipation as long as she could. Letting the pants fall to the floor, she stroked him through his shorts, sliding her fingers up and down the long shaft. She felt his cock become thicker in her fingers, wanting to escape its confinement. Geoff closed his eyes, feeling her fingers tugging at his shorts, pulling them off his body.

His cock sprung forth, rubbing against Angel’s face. She looked at the cock, remembering its shape and all the pleasure it had given her in the past. She kissed the tip, then kissed the hard rod up and down its length, inhaling the familiar musky odor. Her mouth hungered for his cock. She wanted to literally engulf it, to take it all the way into her.

“Ooohhhh Gggdddd, Angel,” Geoff moaned, ” I want you so badly.” His cock was throbbing, aching for her mouth. He watched as Angel opened her mouth, sliding his thick manhood betwen her lips. She pursed her lips, tightening her grip on him, sliding her hot mouth back and forth. Geoff could hardly stand it. His cock became harder than it had in a long time, loving the feel of her tongue flicking over the tip as it sank deep into her mouth.

Angel had always enjoyed giving head in her younger days, the feel of a hard cock filling her mouth, but mostly she enjoyed the control she held over her partner. With Geoff, however, she loved the pleasure that she was giving him. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, rubbing the head over her face and lips. Sliding her tongue down the long, thick shaft, she sucked on the tender underside, driving Geoff wild. She could feel his body shaking. Taking his sac into her hand, she caressing his balls, taking each one, then both into her mouth as she stroked his thick cock.

Geoff could have cum right then but strained to stay in control. Angel was driving him wild with passion. She kissed his mouth, cupping her large tits in her hands, wrapping them around his throbbing cock. Geoff loved the feeling of his cock surrounded by her flesh. He watched as she squeezed her breasts, tightening their grip on his cock. Whenever the head poked through the mass of tissue, Angel flicked her tongue over the tip, her mouth reaching for him. She increased the pressure and pace, fucking his cock hard. Geoff grabbed her hair, his fingers tangled in her long locks, his body shaking. Angel opened her mouth, taking his throbbing cock deep into her mouth, the head rubbing against the roof of her mouth. She deep throated him, wanting to hold him in her as long as she could. Grabbing his ass, she pulled him hard against her, forcing his hard cock even deeper.

Geoff felt as though her were about to explode. He pushed her head back, releasing his cock from the grip of her wonderful mouth. Looking down at her, he smiled, pushing her back onto the bed. Angel looked up at him as he slid onto the bed, crawling towards her slowly, kissing his way up her legs and body. As he kissed her, Angel could feel his cock sliding along her legs and thighs, the tip gently rubbing against the folds of her lips. She felt the weight of his body on her, taking control of her. She gave in willingly, lifting her legs to give Geoff access to her innermost region.

“Oh Geoff, take me… take me now… please,” she pleaded, almost begging. She felt a slight push. The thick head of his cock pressed into her, forcing its way into her tight tunnel. Angel threw her head back, moaning loudly as Geoff rocked his hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Ohhhh Gggdddddd, Geoff,” Angel screamed, wrapping her legs tightly around his pounding hips. She kissed his face all over, her hips reaching for his manhood. She squeezed her pussy tight, gripping his thick cock, wanting to hold it inside her aching pussy. Geoff thrust again and again, his hips slamming against her thighs as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her. Angel felt his cock split her open as it slid into her. She closed her eyes, feeling him take her.

Geoff thrust his hips hard, plunging himself escort bursa fully into Angel. She groaned, pulling him deeper into her with her legs around him. Her breasts rocked back and forth on her chest, her nipples rasping against the hairs on his chest. He sucked on her hard nipples, groping her flesh. He could feel her pussy gripping him, the added friction increasing the sensations. Geoff rolled onto his back, carrying Angel with him, she still holding him inside her. She loved being on top, controlling the pressure against her clit. She rocked forward, her hips bucking hard. Another orgasm was building inside her but she had lost count of how many. Geoff grabbed her waist, lifting her then crashing her down onto him, plunging his hard, thick cock deep into her aching pussy. He slammed her again and again, his thrusting hips slamming against her ass.

“Ooohhhhh ffuuuuccckkk, Geoff!!” she screamed, “Yeesss, yesss… .fuck me hard.” She leaned forward, supporting herself on his chest. Her tits bounced and swayed against her from the pounding she was taking. Geoff leaned up, burying his face in between her firm tits, sucking and biting her flesh a he fucked her tight cunt hard. Angel felt every nerve in her body firing, bolts of electricity racing through her body. She squeezed her cunt tight, clamping around the rocketing shaft. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, opening her flood gates. Her cum spewed out, covering her and Geoff. Angel fell onto Geoff, holding him tightly, rocking her hips again and again, fucking his wonderful, hard cock. Geoff wrapped his arms around her tight body, thrusting his cock up into her hot wet cunt, his cock throbbing, twitching inside her quivering tunnel. “Oooohhh Gggddddddd,” he cried, thrusting once more. The flood of her hot cum on his cock sent Geoff over the edge. His cock jerked and shuddered, letting loose its own flood of hot juices. Angel could feel his cum splatter against the walls of her pounding cunt, filling her with the warmth of his seed. She squeezed her muscles tight, over and over again, milking him, wanting to have every drop of his essence inside her. Their hearts were beating rapidly, pounding against their chests; their bodies covered with the sweat and juices of their passion.

Angel rested her head on him, listening to his heart as she kissed his chest “Oh Geoff, I’ve missed you so much.” She wanted to say more, but was afraid, afraid of the emotions that were whirling in her head. Geoff gently caressed her trembling body, his hand sliding lovingly across her. He kissed her head, the aroma of her perfume and passion filling his nostrils. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how he had thought about her often, but his brain refused to act. All he could say was that he had missed her too but the gentle, loving touch of his hands told more than his words and Angel understood. He was still recovering from his divorce, the pain still tearing at him. She knew that tonight was something special. Maybe more would come of it, but only time would tell. Until then, they would just enjoy their time together.

Angel snuggled up to him, Geoff held her tight, close to his heart. They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, comfortable and safe.

Geoff awoke the next morning with Angel spooned behind him, her breasts pressed against his back, her hand lying over his hip, holding his chest. She felt so good there, so natural. His cock began to stir, growing in length. Geoff rocked his hips, allowing the head to brush against Angel’s hand. Her fingers came alive, softly stroking the tip, then sliding down the growing shaft. Geoff moaned, rocking his hips more, rubbing his ass against her pussy. He glanced at the clock, noting that they still had a couple of hours before they had to be downstairs.

Angel kissed the back of his neck, nibbling on his skin. Her long fingers teased and stroked his cock, awakening it. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, “what do we have here?” Geoff turned around, taking her into his arms.

“Good morning, hon,” he said, smiling. Angel moaned as he pulled her against him, his cock pressing against her mound. They looked into one another’s eyes, both knowing what the other was thinking. Angel rubbed her mound against him, feeling his hardness. Her breathing deepened, pressing her beasts against his firm chest. Geoff slipped his thigh between her legs, rocking back and forth against her sore pussy. They kissed deeply, as if trying to make up for lost time, their hands wandering over the other’s trembling body.

Without saying a word, Angel slid down him, until she reached the top of his now hard cock. She flicked her tongue over the tip, under the head and down the shaft. The hard rod twitched in response to her touch as Geoff moaned loudly.

“Ooohhhh Angel… that feels soooo good,” he cried, his hips rocking to her waiting mouth. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth, taking him all the way into her hungry mouth. She sucked hard, tightening her lips around the thick shaft. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, foregoing the foreplay. She wanted him badly and she wanted him now. His cock slipped out with a plop. Angel turned around, rubbing her firm ass against the hard cock. It felt so good, pressing between her cheeks.

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I pulled her panties down to reveal her shaved pussy, “How long have you been shaving?” I asked in a conversational tone as I unlocked the box.

“About a year.”

Her pussy was right on my eye line, I could see the juices glistening. I rested my hands at the top of her thighs and using my thumbs on her shaven mound pulled the skin back, opening her pussy lips. I could see her clit was huge, sticking beyond its protective hood.

“How many guys have you fucked?”

“None!” at my raised eyebrow she repeated it. “None, honest!” Her words came out in a rush of air as I used a knuckle to separate the lips again.

“Oh so you are a tease are you? You like to get the guys all hot and bothered and leave them like that?”

I knew the moment I hit her clit, she moaned loudly.

“Noo, yes, I mean….” She looked confused wondering at the right answer. I now used two fingers running them up and down her slit.

“So if you are not a tease, you are a slut and have fucked them all?”

I roughly pushed the two fingers inside her. Her gasp was music to my ears. I began to push my fingers in and out of her, covering them in her juices. Her head fell back pushing her tits forward, I used my other hand to tweak her nipples. They were standing to attention like a couple of soldiers.

I slapped her tits, once each. “Answer me, are you a slut?”

As she opened her mouth to answer, I fed her my juice covered fingers, fucking her mouth, letting her lick herself from my hand.

“Get on the floor slut.”

I pulled her towards my chair and rested her legs on either side of me. Her pussy was spread open wide. Her clit begging me for attention I couldn’t resist and flicked it with my finger. She squirmed and moaned.

Highly sensitive, oh this was going to be fun.

Grabbing a vibrator from open box beside me, I applied it to her clit, she was wet, but she was going to need to be a whole lot wetter. The effect was immediate she began to thrash around on the floor. I put one foot on her stomach to hold her in place and continued to tease her clit with the vibe.

The orgasm hit her hard and I thought she was going to break her back the way she arched. I did not move the vibe, keeping it on a low pulse. She had barely recovered from the first when the next caught her, even bigger than before. I pushed a finger into her pussy, and I could feel her clamp down on it immediately. Getting there.

Another finger and another orgasm, I began to scissor my fingers opening her up.

“Play with your tits, the way you were last night, pinch those nipples for me slut, a slut just like your mother.”

She heard me through the fog in her head and I watched her already erect nipples grow even larger.

I was now on three fingers, they were soaked with her free running juices. I gave her one more orgasm with the vibrator, before bending down and bringing her up onto my lap. Grabbing her hair, I kissed her as she came back down from the orgasms. I tasted her nipples, they were almost as hard as my cock. Using my tongue I rolled one against my teeth, nibbling and then biting down bursa escort hard. I expected a scream, but got a mewl instead, her back arched again feeding more of her tit into my mouth.

“Does the whore want anything?”

“Will you fuck me? Will you please, please, please, fuck me.”

“You want my cock?”

“Oh Daddy I have dreamed about your cock for years.” Her eyes opened and looking straight into mine she said: “I had my first orgasm watching you fuck Mom.”

I had rested my cock at her opening, the temptation to push in was almost over whelming, but her words stopped me, I pulled her hair and forced her to look at me.

“You have been spying on us?”

She dropped her gaze “Sometimes.” I wondered how much she had seen. But the idea that she had been watching us was good. My cock twitched at the idea.

Looking back up she asked me:”Will you fuck me like you do Mom? Please Daddy, I want your cock inside me.”

“Oh I am going to fuck you sweetie, I will fuck you good. Your Mom likes it rough”, I yanked her hair back, “you want it rough too do you? Like Mother like daughter eh?”

I pushed the head of my cock inside her. She gasped.

“Oh yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me just like you fuck Mom.”

“Not your first time slut, plenty of time for that later.”

Her eyes widened at the later, did she really think I could get enough of her in one afternoon?

“Up on your knees girl, and lower yourself onto my cock, take as much as you can, take it slowly.”

Before the words had finished she was grabbing my cock

“Gently sweetie, gently. Now rub it back and forth and get him all nice and wet with your juices.”

She loosened her grip and did as she was told. But without waiting for any more instruction, I could feel her feed me into her pussy. I held her under her arms to make sure she only took what she could cope with. I felt some resistance and told her to stop moving, I raised my hips gently and pushed through. Her face scrunched in pain for a moment but is passed quickly. She really had not fucked any of those boys. This afternoon was getting better and better.

I eased back out of her and then slowly pushed back in, letting her get used to the size of my cock. Some women had problems with it let alone a first timer.

She was so fucking tight, I could feel her walls gripping me. Fuck I wanted to take this slow and not scare her but it was going to take every ounce of self control I could muster. I lifted her back off me before letting her slid back down my shaft pushing another inch into that tight wetness.

“Oh Daddy that feels so good, you are filling me.”

Taking care not to push too deep into her, I picked her up and laid her down on the floor, better I was in control of this. I pulled out and slowly fed back into her. Reaching between us, I began to rub her clit. Her walls tightened on me and it was heaven, I couldn’t stop, I pushed all of my 9″ into her as slowly as I could. Inch by inch, I watched her pussy stretch and swallow me. My cock was soaked when I pulled out. Her moans were deeper now, more guttural, an animal bursa escort bayan in heat.

“Play with your clit sweetie, I want to feel you cum.” I stopped moving at all and just enjoyed the feeling of her tightening on my cock and squeezing. I was biting my lip trying not to cum. I had wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, and it was better than I had ever expected.

I began to pump into her as I felt another orgasm hit her, I increased my tempo. She was so fucking tight, it was like she was trying to squeeze me to death. She was bucking and writhing like a thing possessed.

“Oh baby, you are so tight, Daddy can’t hold on.” I was pumping in and out of her but just before I came, I managed pulled out and once again covered her tits with my spunk. Some of it splashed onto her face and her cute pink tongue lapped it up.

“Oh you taste good Daddy, can I have some more?”

I scooped it from her tits and fed it to her. She licked my fingers clean in the most natural and sexy way. It was going to be hard to have enough of her ever. I sat back to recover and then felt her mouth on my cock.

“You said I should clean Mike, shouldn’t I clean you too?”

“Yes, sweetie, lap up all your juices. I’ll be tasting them soon.”

I watched as her pink tongue darted out, licking around the head of my cock, cleaning all of her juices from me. It was heaven.

“Did you enjoy your first fuck?”

“Oh Daddy it was better than I ever expected. It was a little sore at first but then OMG, I wanted it to go on and on.”

She lowered her mouth to my cock again and began to suck it back into her mouth, her lips pushing the foreskin back, her tongue darting and licking. I laid my head back and enjoyed.

“I had been waiting to find a guy with a cock just like yours.” She sucked me deep into her mouth. She may not have fucked those guys, but she sure had learned how to give head.

“I am so happy that it is you and your cock that popped my cherry Daddy.”

My cock was loving the attention. I am not bad on recovery but I had already cum three times to-day; once in the shower thinking about what I was going to do to-day, and twice over those tits.

“How many times have you watched your Mom and me?” I did not want her to stop but I was curious. “And how did I never know about it?”

I could feel her giggle through my cock. “Well Mom is a bit noisy, I would look for the signs you were going to have one of your nights, then wait until I heard her scream. I’d sneak along the hall and open the door a little. I even used oil on the hinges so they would not squeak.”

“One of our nights?” I knew what she meant, Marion and I had made sure to keep our sex lives alive, but I wanted to hear it from her.

“Yeah, when you would tie her up and fuck her.” She sucked my cock back into her mouth before going on “Or when you had company.”

I laughed, I thought we had been so discreet.

“I bet your hand was buried deep in that pussy as you watched.”

“Oh yeah Daddy, but I had to be quiet. I didn’t want the show to stop.” She continued sucking for a moment or escort bursa two, she really was good.

“Do you remember that time you had the babysitter, Annie? You and Mom fucked her right here on the couch, Mom eating her out and you fucking her ass? I watched all of that. It was so hot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh again. Annie had been a wonderful find. She was great with the kids, but one night we came back early from a boring party and found her watching a porno on the DVD. She had been so carried away with a dildo in her ass and another shoved up her pussy that she did not hear us come in. Marion and I had always looked forward to our nights out, but with Annie, we began to look forward to coming home just as much. We still saw her the odd time when she was back from college.

Tara’s mouth and the memories of Annie were working wonders on my cock. “We had her a hell of a lot more than once. She came like Niagara Falls and loved to eat your mother while I fucked her.”

“Will you tell Mom about this?”

“She already knows sweetie.”

“Oh!”

“She can’t wait to hear all about it. Did you like watching your mother eat out a pussy?”

“That night with Annie, you fucked Annie and Mom cleaned her up — that was incredible. I came so hard.”

“We will have to find you a nice cum filled pussy to eat. Would the slut like that?” Her grin answered the question.

Picking her up I lay her on the coffee table and got on my knees in front of her. Pushing her legs back spread her pussy nice and wide. I slowly ran my tongue down her pink lips. God she tasted better than I even imagined. I sucked her clit into my mouth flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh Daddy, yeah eat my pussy, eat your little girl’s pussy!”

She was grinding herself into me, I kept on sucking her clit, and shoved my fingers into her, pumping them. She needed no encouragement to play with those tits, pulling on them hard. Oh good fuck life did not get better than this. Hot juices landed on my face as she exploded. Lapping them up was a joy, she tasted like her mother. But I couldn’t wait any more and buried my cock balls deep into her in one hard push.

“Yeah, slut, take all of Daddy’s cock. You wanted it didn’t you, wanted Daddy’s cock in your hungry pussy.”

“Ohhh yes, Daddy, I dreamed about it fucking my hole.”

“Daddy is going to make use of all your holes, I will fill every one of them. You mark my words.” I punctuated the sentence with deep thrusts.

She was still so tight as if I had not already fucked her, but I wanted deeper, pulling her up, I leaned back on my heels and impaled her on my cock.

“Daddy you are going to split me in two, you’re too deep.”

“No such thing baby, relax take Daddy’s cock, you know you love it already.” I was slamming into her cervix, it felt so dammed good.

Her scream as she came again almost put me over the edge, her pussy had clamped down on my cock. It was so dammed hot fucking this little hell cat. All the times she had teased me with short skirts barely hiding her ass, watching those tits trying to escape her bikini, watching her going out on dates, knowing they would get to taste her before I did.

It had been a condition of her mother’s, that I waited until she was 18. I had waited long enough, now she was going to be my fuck toy.

My house, my rules.

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She waits for his return.

Her heart beats faster, because she knows he will soon be with her.

She knows he’s just as anxious as she is.

Their bond and love are strong.

She knows he’s just a step away from her now, she smiles and turns knowing exactly the direction he’s coming from.

Her skin cold until he touches her. He leans down and kisses her with such passion and hunger that she melts against him and leaves her breathless after they part.

She grabs his hand and takes him inside. She takes him to her bedroom where she kisses him passionately. She breaks off the kiss to remove her shirt and rips his off of him.

She pulls him to her and kisses him again feeling his skin against hers. She grabs his shoulders, digging her nails into him.

She moves backwards towards the bed, pulling him with her. She turns them around so hes right at the bed. She pushes him onto the bed and waits for him to scoot up. She crawls onto the bed. kisses him from his belt line to his stomach to his chest to his neck to his cheek and then to his mouth. She nibbles his lower lip, running her tongue acrossed it.

She moves from his mouth to his ear, sucking gently then moves to his other ear sucking gently. She moves down to his neck-licking, illegal bahis kissing and nipping. She moves down to his nipples, licking one and then the other. Moving downward licking as she goes.

She scoots off the bed, taking off her pants and waits for him to take his off. She gets back on the bed, rubbing him as she moves up him. She straddles him to keep him down, but allows him to touch her. She looks into his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

She wiggles against him and smiles. She moves off of him and onto her back. He gets in between her legs and he starts from her neck down to her thighs. Kissing and licking slowly, driving her insane with need. She can tell she’s getting wetter with his stroke of his tongue. He flicks his tongue on her clit slowly at first than faster and faster and then he thrusts his tongue deep inside her. She moans and arches her back, grabbing his hair and pushing him into her.

She moves against his tongue as he fucks her. She lifts her hips, still pushing him into her. She growls deep in her throat she grabs his arms and pulls him up. She moves her hand between them, grabbing his dick, lifting her hips she moans as she slides him inside her.

She looks up into his eyes, smiling wickedly. She puts her hands on his sides, she moves illegal bahis siteleri against him, but digs her nails into his skin to keep him still. She lifts and lowers her hips fast, faster. She finally retracts her nails from his skin to let him move against her. She moans and groans as he pushes deeper inside her all the way and pulls out all the way.

She enjoys his body. Finally, at last they are where they should be. Together, as one. Though, the wait was worth it. She moans his name over and over again as he moves in and out of her. She scratches his back hard as she arches her back.

She matches his pace, her eyes closed as they move hard and fast. She reaches in between them and plays with her clit then slides hand down further to touch him as he moves in and out, in and out. She pulls her hand out and reaches for her toy, her favorite toy, her clit stimulator. She once again moves between them so she can place it on her clit, she turns it on full speed. She smiles, moans, and moves faster.

She grabs his ass, pushing him deep inside her, and holds him still..letting the vibrations do their job. She retracts her claws, she rolls him onto his back with skill so they won’t break apart. She places her hands on the side of the bed to support her as canlı bahis siteleri she scoots down on his hips, forcing him deeper. She sits up, placing her hands on his stomach and rides him with the vibrations still going. She’s moaning louder and more frequently now. Calling his name after every other moan.

She rides him fast, faster, hard, harder, harder, harder then she switches to hard and slow..harder, harder, slow, slower. Back to fast and hard and repeats this for awhile. She leans down to suck on his ear, then bites his neck, moving back to his ear she moans and purrs in it. She then tells him he feels so good inside her, wanting more and more. She never wants this to end.

She sits back up, riding him as hard and fast as she can…the vibrations are driving her insane as much as him inside her is. She can barely keep control, but somehow she manages it..for now. She’s so wet, so hot, and so, so sensitive that it almost hurts.

She tells him she wants him to cum with her….she’s so close now. She’s moaning and growling deep in her throat. He holds onto her hips, forcing her down as he fucks her. She rotates her hips once, twice, three times as he pumps her. She can’t hold it any longer and cums hard and fast as he fills her.

She waits until she knows he’s done then she moves off of him to lay beside him. She’s breathing hard, fast, and deep. He’s breathing hard and fast.

She smiles knowing he has found his way home to her. She closes her eyes and relaxes…. until the next round..

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Lisa wasn’t a shy girl. She had lots of friends. She never really had a thing with guys though. She had a few boyfriends in the past, but was currently single. Lisa had a crush on a boy named Mark. Mark was always playfully flirtatious and he sat next to her at the table in the back off class every day. She always felt so horny around him. Sometimes when Mark sat too close, she would get wet.

One day Mark got a little too close when Lisa wasn’t paying attention. He stuck his head down low to Lisa’s ear, almost touching it, and whispered her name jokingly to get her attention. She jolted to look, and Mark kissed her on her cheek. It was very close to the crease of her lips due to her turning around so fast. Lisa gasped and moved back in her seat, unknowingly pushing her chest out a little. Mark laughed and wondered if Lisa wanted to meet him after school. She accepted and they sat in the teacher’s lounge.

A bit of flirting went on. Mark ended up kissing Lisa on the lips this time just to see what it would feel like. Mark kissed Lisa passionately. pendik escort Not just on the lips, but on the cheek, around the ear, and on the neck. Lisa felt her hand being grabbed. Mark was leading her down do his crotch. She could feel the bulge and wanted to see more. Mark unzipped his pants and took them off. Lisa did the same after. She couldn’t believe the size of his member. She only had sex a few times before, but with nothing like this. She felt completely vulnerable and weak. Mark could do anything he wanted to her. He told her to sit on his lap and she did. She hovered slowly above his hard penis, and hesitated only slightly. On the count of three she would go down and eat his dick with her pussy. She would be riding him like a fuck doll.

He started the countdown. “Three, two, one”.

She sat slowly on his cock, and swallowed it up. They both sank into the couch. When Lisa was all the way down, she gasped and moaned. She couldn’t believe Marks cock was inside her. It felt so good rubbing against her insides. The thickness escort pendik of that cock stretched her stomach. While having his dick fucked, Mark noticed how big Lisa’s tits were. When she had clothes on she gave off a very skinny vibe, but here he could truly see how fuckable she was. Mark saw Lisa’s chest turn red. She started to shake, and there was even more of her juices coming out all over Mark’s crotch. They started grinding.

Something didn’t feel right. She tried to move up but was unable to. “Your dick’s too big.” Lisa said with a struggle. “I can’t move.”

When Mark went in, he wasn’t fully erect but now started becoming so. As Marks penis got larger, it got more pleasurable for him, but more painful for Lisa. “Wait… if we don’t move, then your erection should go away right?” said Lisa.

“yeah… we could try that.” Mark said nervously.

They stopped moving for a few seconds, but Mark couldn’t help it. As his dick got more erect, Lisa’s pussy felt tighter and tighter. Lisa’s chest perked up because she could feel Marks pendik escort bayan cock throbbing from inside. She couldn’t get up. She couldn’t possibly get up. It was too big. “It’s too much” Mark said, “I’m gonna cum.”

“But you’re not wearing a condom!”

Mark unwillingly released what seemed like a flood of semen; all inside Lisa’s tight pussy. Each jolt of Marks dick when cumming, caused Lisa to let out short bursts of breath. After the climax they kissed until Marks boner went away. Lisa could finally get up. A few minutes later Lisa and Mark had to leave before the janitor came in. Lisa whispered, “Same time tomorrow?” with a puppy dog face.

The next day Mark and Lisa sat in class while they tried to soak up the boring lecture of the day. Lisa felt even more sensitive when sitting next to mark now. Sometimes she would get horny just thinking about him. All she wanted to do was get out of school and get fucked senseless. Sometimes Mark sat close to Lisa, and sometimes he sat further away to get her to come closer. Today was one of those days. Lisa found herself moving closer to Mark. When close enough, Mark turned to Lisa when the teacher had his back turned. Everyone was distracted. He said her name and when she turned to look, he kissed her on her lips.

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It was eleven-thirty on a hot Monday in the summer when twenty year old, Michael Wright walked into Lovett Memorial Library to get the place ready since the library opened at twelve. This was his year-round job as a library assistant while trying to get his bachelor’s degree in Business. Michael had his college courses on a part-time schedule, so it made it easy to work.

He went back to the work room to find the Adult librarian, Jazmine (everyone all called her Ms. Ward out of respect) along with his fellow assistant, Johnathan and the children’s librarian, Natalie and the building guard, Dan.

“Hey guys, how’s it going this morning?” he asked, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

“I can’t speak for these two, but I’m good.” Johnathan answered.

“Boy, nobody wants you speaking for them anyway.” Ms. Ward spoke up, making Michael and Natalie laugh.

“I can’t complain,” Natalie told him.

“We’re all good, Michael. Thanks for asking, but how are you doing with school?” Ms. Ward asked.

“I’m great. Actually I’m better than great because I got the grade back for the exam I took last week and I got an ‘A’.”

“I know that’s right, Michael. Check you out, being a smarty-pants.”

Johnathan shook his head, “I don’t know why you’re stunting on Mike? We all know he’s an undercover nerd, hood on the outside and Steve Urkel inside.”

“Shut up, man. I’m just doing me. I’m on a part-time schedule, but if I play my cards right, I’ll graduate next year.”

“You’d better,” Natalie told him with a smile. “After all the hard work you’ve put in plus working here to pay for some of it. You truly deserve it, Michael.”

“Thanks guys,”

Just then the third library assistant walked into the room and despite themselves, Dan, Johnathan, and Michael couldn’t help, but eye the sexiness that was before them. The third was Alexis Davis and the guys meant no disrespect to Natalie, (because she was beautiful in her on right) but Alexis was bad with a capital and bolded B.

“Damn…just damn.” Michael thought and he thought this damn near every time she came into his field of vision.

She was gorgeous standing at about five foot eight and was obviously a little over two hundred pounds. Almost all of her weight rested in her ass and in her huge double-D cup titties though. She had a smooth caramel skin complexion while her hair was black, styled in long braids while she had an angel’s face with slanted light brown eyes and thick lips. Alexis had a big booty, but it was her tits that held the men’s attention. Nothing she wore could hide them and whatever bra she had on could never keep them bouncing a bit as she walked.

Michael felt his dick jump in his pants and had to slyly adjust himself, calming down. He was twenty while Alexis was eight years older than him. She was damn near thirty, so he knew fucking her was a long shot. Boy, did he want to fuck Alexis. He’d overheard her and Natalie talking one day, where she revealed that she was single. It was crazy that she didn’t have a boyfriend because a chick with a body like hers should’ve had guys all over her. Johnathan and Dan would agree with him on that.

He knew today was going to be hard one because Alexis had the nerve to wear a red, strapless maxi dress that draped down around her like a thin curtain with cute square framed glasses on. Every single dip and curve she had was on display like a work of art. Unconsciously, he licked his lips at her, which Alexis saw, but didn’t call him out due the others being in the room.

“Did I hear you got an ‘A’ on another test, Michael?”

Michael smirked, “Yup, I was saying if I play my cards right, I’ll graduate next year.”

“Good, but what do you want to do with your degree?”

“I’m probably going to be a teacher,” Michael replied, bringing a finger to his temple. “I’ve got a lot of knowledge up here, so I should pass it on, right?”

Alexis nodded, “Yup.”

The clock read in the room read twelve ‘o clock and Deborah left the room a minute than came back.

“Okay, we’ve got patrons outside,” she said, getting everyone’s attention.

“What’s the roll call?” Michael asked.

“You’ve got the front desk with Natalie until your lunch break, Michael. Johnathan, you’re sorting returns and Alexis, you’re shelving.”

At Ms. Ward’s instructions, Johnathan groaned.

“Why’s Alexis always shelving, Ms. Barton?” he asked. “All she does is shelving. I never see her on the front desk.”

Before Ms. Ward or Alexis could speak, Michael spoke for them. “That’s ’cause she man’s the front desk on your lunch break, but personally, I like watching her shelve ’cause she’s real good at it.”

Alexis smiled at Michael’s words as Michael gave him a wink while Johnathan’s upper lip curled. Alexis and Johnathan didn’t like each other for some reason. They used to be cool, but one unknown day the harmony ended between them, so everyone had to play peacekeeper with them sometimes.

“Alright guys, we’ve a twelve to eight kind of day, so let’s get to it.” Deborah illegal bahis said walking out the room, followed by Michael.

*****

It was two ‘o clock and the hum of the giant fans all over mixed with patron conversations and the heavy beeps of people signing up to use the computers with their library cards. Natalie was in the basement having her daily summer activity with the children that came in, Johnathan was handling holds, and Michael was still at the front desk. Alexis was still shelving books, but she found her distracted—distracted by the young man at the front desk.

Michael lied to Johnathan earlier about her working the front desk while Johnathan was at lunch. Alexis was a size eighteen and even though she found herself beautiful, she was still self-conscious about her weight in the world’s eye. When she and Natalie went out, most men they encountered shunned a woman with the amount of hips, ass, and stomach she possessed, but there was one guy who loved my body and that Michael. She knew he liked what he saw when he looked at her and feeling was certainly mutual. Alexis kept sneaking peeks at Michael and couldn’t prevent herself from wetting her panties.

“Mmmm, that’s a tender right there.” She mused lustfully.

She was stuck on Michael because Dan was old as dirt and Johnathan—God, she didn’t like Johnathan at all. Unbeknownst to Michael, Ms. Ward, and Dan, Johnathan was such whore. The proper term would be ‘womanizer’, but to Alexis he was a just a whore. When she first found out about Johnathan’s ways, it didn’t bother her because it wasn’t her business.

It became her business one weekend when he went to the club with her and Natalie and the whore had the audacity to leave them there alone (when he was their ride home) for a good three hours without any notice. Natalie and Johnathan had been friends outside of work for a long time, so she forgave him, but Alexis because you don’t treat people like that. She frowned at the memory then her eyes sought something to make her smile.

Alexis peered over toward the front desk, noticing how cute Michael looked today in his simple white Polo t-shirt and jeans. His incredibly ripped body was so tight; she would have been a fool to pass up him as eye candy every day. She knew Natalie never did. Her clit twitched, looking at Michael’s bulky biceps under his t-shirt.

His mocha skin tone was smooth as chocolate, an even tone throughout. His black hair lay neatly in a circular motion around his head, forming waves like on the ocean. By looks alone, he could part any legs he wanted—including hers. Plus the way he’d defend her from Johnathan’s bullshit and would outright flirt with her made her stomach churn with excitement.

The only thing was his age though. He was only a year from being legal, but he couldn’t even go to the club or buy a drink. She hated that a piece of her was shallow about an age gap. The Lord knew she needed some dick bad on a long ass drought that she wouldn’t dare tell a soul the actual length.

“Yeah, he’s young, but he wants it and you need it. So fuck the age difference and get that dick, girl.” Her erotic mind told her.

With her thoughts on Michael’s body, Alexis turned back to the books she still had to shelve. She put the last of the returned books of the shelf at two ‘o clock. Standing up, she stretched some ready for some lunch. She didn’t notice him with her back turned, but Michael was making his way to towards her.

“Hey, Alexis how are doing so far today?” Michael asked, looking at her well-rounded ass.

Alexis turned around, staring at his strong chest a bit before speaking. “I’m fine, Michael.”

“Oh yes, you are, Alexis. That you surely are,” Michael said with a sexy smirk. “Alexis, I’m headed to lunch now and was wondering if you’d like to come with. I’ve seen you shelving with no cease, girl all day.”

“Michael…” Alexis trailed off, panning the place for anyone in earshot of the conversation. “I’m a big girl as you can see. Do you think you can afford it?”

Michael smiled as her sexiness oozed from her like a hot light.

“Alexis, now, if I couldn’t, would I ask?” Michael said jokingly. “But if you don’t want to do lunch then I’ve got other ways of wining and dining you.”

“Oh, really and what might that be?”

“Don’t you worry about that…just know there are other ways.” Michael finished off his statement by licking his lips slowly, hinting at his sexual desires.

“Mmm, really?” Alexis quizzed, looking at his body and couldn’t help, but imagine what climaxes he could bring her to.

“I’d love to show you sometime,” Michael whispered, his words rolling seductively off his tongue.

“Well, that’s going to have to wait ’cause we’ve got lunch to eat, remember?”

“Hmm, so that’s a yes to lunch?”

“Yes, so where are we going?”

“Chick-fil-A, is that cool?”

“That’s better than cool, man.”

“Great, just let me tell Ms. Barton and we’ll be on our way.”

Chick-fil-A was a good fifteen minutes away from the library in Alexis’ car. They illegal bahis siteleri ordered two dishes of waffle fries, two chicken sandwiches, and chicken fingers with soda and a side of honey mustard, getting a small table together. Surprisingly the Chick-fil-A wasn’t packed with people. Normally a Chick-fil-A would have crowds of biblical proportions that you’d think they were giving away the food for free. Michael and Alexis sat in silence, eating until Alexis spoke.

“Thanks for having my back with Johnathan earlier,” she said, biting into a waffle fry.

“Don’t mention it, but what’s up with y’all anyway? One day y’all were cool then next it’s War World Three,”

Alexis frowned, “You really want to know?”

“Yeah,”

“Johnathan’s such a man-whore.”

Michael laughed, finishing his sandwich. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with you, Alexis?”

“One night, it was me, Natalie, Johnathan at the club and the whore had the gall to leave me and Natalie alone to fuck some random bitch then the asshole comes back like everything was good. Natalie may have forgiven him ’cause they’re tight like that, but that night showed me Johnathan’s true colors and you don’t treat people like that. Feel me?”

“Yeah, but that night was Johnathan’s lost, Alexis not yours. I can’t see any man leaving you alone…with how beautiful you are.”

Ugh, there he goes flirting again with his sexy ass. Does he know what he’s doing to me? Alexis thought feeling her love juices trickling from her womanhood a little.

“So, I take it that you’re feeling me, Michael?” she asked aloud, looking at him hoping he’d say yes.

Michael smiled, “Yeah, I am.”

“So my size doesn’t bother you?”

Michael frowned, “Why would it? I like you ’cause you’re strong, beauty, and smart. I could give a damn about your size.”

“Thanks, but really you think I’m attractive?” she asked just to hear him say it again.

Michael laughed, “Alexis, this is an old line, but you’ve got it going on.”

They ate the rest of their lunches and drove back to the library. They got back to Lovett around three ‘o clock and found Johnathan waiting for them. Alexis simply walked pasted him while the men gave each other dap.

“Where have you been, Mike? I’m about to go to lunch and want you to come with.”

“Sorry, I just came from lunch with Alexis, man.”

Johnathan’s upper lip curled, “Okay, so what about tonight? Are you trying to get together later?”

“I can’t, man. I’ve got some homework to finish, so let’s rain check.”

With their hungers sated, the rest of the day seemed to just roll along for Michael and Alexis. Time sped up as three ‘o clock blurred into seven in the evening. Plus all through the pasting four hours, Michael and Alexis kept trading lustful glances.

Michael’s flirtation with Alexis had reached its peak with him firmly stating his attraction to her. Alexis, on the other hand, had nothing, but Michael on her mind since returning to work. Both had the same dilemma though—how to go about getting alone with the other.

*****

It was seven-fifty. There was only ten minutes left in the workday. Patrons were lined up at the front desk, checking out materials on their way out. It was all good as Michael and Deborah checked people out quickly. Michael checked the last patron and the day was over as the clock read; 7:55pm.

Everyone thought the day was over until a woman came into the library, returning two bags of overdue books, movies, and magazines. The woman also paid a thirty dollar fine before leaving as well. At this intrusion, Johnathan implored Ms. Ward to just leave the materials there on the desk and they get them first thing in the morning. However, there was no telling how many returns they could get during the night and leaving the materials would be extra work in the morning, so the materials had to put away.

“Hey,” Michael spoke up. “Why don’t you guys go home while stay and check this stuff in?”

“I hope you don’t mind, Alexis, but since you’re fast at shelving, would you mind staying with me?” he added.

Alexis nodded, “It’s fine by me.”

Ms. Ward smiled, “Thank you. You’re both on overtime right now, so when you get done in here add how long you were in here to your time sheets.”

“I’ll stay with y’all to make sure nothing goes down,” Dan chimed in.

“Dan, you’ve got a wife at home waiting on you…go home,” Michael insisted. “This is a library. Shit never goes down here except for kids not wanting to share.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, we’ve got this. Y’all get home and rest up for tomorrow.”

With that Michael and Alexis watched their co-workers leave then they got to work. It took an half an hour to get everything checked in and shelved. Michael breathed a sigh when they finished, but now he something else to deal with. His dick was bricked up and rock hard at the fact that it was only him and Alexis in the building. She was in the work room taking care of her time sheet, but for some reason it was taking longer than normal. canlı bahis siteleri

Alexis sat in the work room filling out her time sheet fully since she didn’t have time to earlier. She couldn’t concentrate on the paper work though because she was alone with Michael. Freaky thoughts ran through her mind and her panties began to moisten.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the work room door. Alexis turned her head and looking up, finding Michael standing there looking as fine as ever. Her heart started to beat a little faster and a slight perspiration started to form on her brow.

“Are you going to stay here all night?” Michael asked, entering the room. “‘That time sheet’s taking longer than it should.”

“No. Actually, I’m wrapping it up and headed out the door myself. Mmm, you smell good. What cologne is that?”

Alexis started to reach for her purse, but Michael grabbed it for her. Their bodies were close to touching. Alexis inched back slowly and looked around as if someone other than them were in the building.

“It’s not cologne. I only use oils,” Michael told her. “Did you forget that nobody’s here, but us? So have you thought about what I said at lunch?”

Alexis immediately felt goose bumps appear. She stepped closer. This time her hard nipples rubbed against his chest.

“Michael, what if this is all I want—sex and nothing else? Would you be willing to go with that?”

“Oh, but the question is, are you going to be good with that?” Michael asked with a smirk, reaching for her thighs.

“No, I can do this. What am I doing? You’re just a kid,” Alexis said, slapping his hand away and stepping away.

“So, is that what you really?” Michael asked, flexing his chest muscles. “I know you want it, Alexis. You’re just too scared to come get it.”

He inched a little closer and tried to kiss her. Alexis moved her head slowly, slowly pretending to fight the urge to ram her tongue down his throat. All she could think of was his body rocking on her body. She hadn’t gotten what she needed in quite some time and definitely wanted her frustrations worked out.

Michael saw the hesitation and stepped back, “Look, I don’t mean any disrespect, Alexis, but I can see you haven’t had sex in a minute and you could seriously use some good dick in your life.”

Michael grabbed at his crotch and licked his lips wet. Alexis sucked her teeth and turned around to walk out of the work room and head home to her toys. She didn’t want to acknowledge the truth about how dick hungry she really was. Michael quickly reached for her, turned her around, and his touched hers with as much passion as he could muster up.

Alexis didn’t resist. His hands began to wander up the bottom of her dress, and to no surprise, her panties were wet. Michael peeled the top of her dress down and removed her bra, revealing her chocolate brown nipples. He pushed her breasts together and began manipulating her breasts with his tongue. Alexis tried to be quiet, but the way Michael’s tongue flicked across her nipples drove her wild.

While he sucked on her tits, he pulled the rest of her dress off of her. Michael tore her underwear away, then immediately took advantage. Her pussy was begging to be pleased and he’d happily oblige its cry, going to work on it.

“Ahh…no, we can’t do this.” Alexis mumbled, allowing his tongue to play with her neck and make a wet trail up to her ears.

“No one has to know, baby. Trust me, it’ll be our hot, little secret,” Michael said between his lustful kisses and the swift movement of placing on the work room desk.

He then parted her legs and placed two fingers inside her flesh.

Mmmmm…please…stop,” Alexis tried to refuse, but all her smarts went right out the door.

She couldn’t help that his fingers felt so good. He knew exactly how to work all around her curvaceousness and he was definitely strong.

Michael whispered in her ear, “Do really want me to stop?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper and circled her clit with his thumb, making her moan louder.

“No…no…don’t stop, Michael.” Alexis moaned as her legs started to shake.

She couldn’t believe how good he was and then he went in for the kill. Michael unbuckled his belt with his free hand and let his pants fall to his ankles. Alexis panting became faster, letting him know she was ready for his taking. His manhood was already making its debut through his boxers. He grabbed both her legs and placed them on his right shoulder, then slowly made his entrance into her soft, wet pussy.

“Oh, yes…give it to me, Michael. Take this pussy like you want it. Oh, yeah…fuck me!”

Alexis closed her eyes and happily invited his hard, deep, long thrusts, her moans and shouts echoing loudly through the building. She didn’t hold back, knowing they were only two around.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Michael spoke in a low, sexy tone as he watched her double-Ds bounce up and down.

“Mmhm, just don’t stop.”

Alexis couldn’t hold back on how she felt. She closed her eyes again, knowing that this was the best dick she’d had in ten months. Michael knew all along that she wasn’t getting the coochie rocked and he was rocking it just right for her. His movements became faster and harder, then he slowed it down and watched her cum.

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I hated being a cheerleader. I hated the tiny skirt that barely covered my ass, let alone the rest of my toned legs. I hated the skin tight sweater that always felt like it was cutting off circulation to some part of my body, usually my breasts. I especially hated the men in the crowds that would only look at us when we did high kicks or jumps, like they were reliving some high school memory of a cheerleader that had ignored them.

So why did I spend hours in this skimpy uniform, clapping to the marching band, and freezing during my senior year? Because my dad was the head coach of the high school varsity football team and it was the only way my mother would allow me to go to every game with him.

In her mind, it wasn’t proper for an 18 year old girl to want to watch football. She wouldn’t accept that my friends and I actually enjoyed going to the games, to hang out in the cool weather, and watch the chaos on the field. It was thrilling to me, but to keep her calm, I joined the cheerleading squad instead and had an excuse to go to every game. I suffered in the uniform, but I enjoyed the action.

I especially loved the away games. We would get to skip the last few hours of school, load into the bus they chartered, and spend hours driving to the other schools in our division. It was so much fun to sit with the girls, getting picked on by the boys until my father or an assistant coach would force them to settle down and focus on the game. Then I got to watch the game, without the pressure of performing for the home crowd. I could actually enjoy it, instead of trying to boost team spirit.

Tonight’s game was the homecoming game against the Vikings, a three hour drive. We were all going to spend the night in a hotel before we went back home on Saturday. I had been looking forward to it all season. My dad and I had to share a room, but I knew he would let me stay out later than usual, especially if we won. He understood celebrating, or even commiserating a loss.

The long ride to the game was typical. High school boys trying to flirt shamelessly with high school girls who seemed not interested. We all were, but we couldn’t be obvious about that. The game was great. It was close, a 17 to 14 victory that we only managed because our field goal kicker got lucky. The way back to the hotel, that was chaos. Boys hyped up on the adrenaline of the win, smiling girls, all headed to a hotel with minimal adult supervision. I could almost taste the hormones in the air.

It felt like we took the excitement from the game and tried to bottle it into the bus. We were loud, rowdy, and other than the occasional eye roll from the bus driver, no one seemed to care.

When we arrived at the hotel, we all filed off the bus, moving to the side to unload our bags while my dad went into the lobby to check us in. We stood around waiting, more flirting, more awkward hormonal teasing. A couple of guys began throwing the football back and forth while we waited.

When my dad came back to us, he grabbed his roster and started calling out names, each person or set moving forward to grab a key card from the collection and moving off to their assigned room. I’m not sure how my dad managed to stay calm.

About half way through the list, I heard a shout, louder than most of the noise around me and turned just in time to see Greg Micheals reach out and try to deflect the football that was screaming toward me. He managed, but the open red Gatorade he had been drinking flew from his hands, turned twice in the air, and landed perfectly upside down on my bag. The drink that had come free while the bottle cartwheeled seemed to cover me completely.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” His eyes moved over the red spots that were slowly fading to pink as the liquid absorbed into my white uniform. I lifted a hand, whipping away the sweet mess from my face as I narrowed my green eyes to glared at him. I was about to scream at him when my dad appeared beside me, shaking his head and handing me the key card to our room.

“You better go try to get those stains out before they set.” He said as he lifted my bag from beside me and shook it once to get the extra Gatorade off of it. “Greg, here.” He handed him a different key card, clearly seeing from the red heat along my neck that he needed to get Greg away from me before I said something.

I turned, heading into the door of the hotel, feeling the stickiness of drying sports drink on my skin and wondering how the hell I was going to even begin to get the stains out. I was fuming all the way to the room, opening the door with a harder than necessary shove and tossing my bag on the floor as I made my way in.

The room was clean and plain, in that “cheap enough for a high school football team” way. There would be no room service or late night swimming here. They illegal bahis didn’t have a kitchen or pool. It was fine. We were teenagers. We didn’t really need more than ourselves to be entertained.

The bathroom was little more than a shower and toilet behind a door, with a sink and mirror on the other side, not separated from the room. It would have to do. I grabbed one of the plain white washcloths on the sink and wet it for a few moments before bringing it to my face and trying to get the Gatorade off my cheek. It barely worked. I wet the rag again and tried blotting one of the spots on my sweater, noticing it did nothing but widen the pink area. I sighed, tossing the rag down and resigning to get out of the uniform.

I moved back to my bag, also stained in red, and lifted it to the generic dresser in the room. I couldn’t help but wonder who would stay in a room like this long enough that they unpacked into the furniture here. I unzipped and discovered that the Gatorade had soaked through the thin nylon of my bag and made everything inside a sticky, pink mess. I sighed, moving the entire bag to the sink.

I slowly began unpacking the bag, throwing things directly into the sink that would need to be soaked or at least rinsed. When I was done, the only things that had escaped needing to be cleaned were my jeans for tomorrow and the oversized t-shirt I planned on sleeping in tonight. I also had intentions of wearing a pair of shorts, but they were in the pile that needed to be cleaned.

I lifted the hem of the sweater from my waist and struggled to get the skin tight material, now with the added joy of being wet, off of me. When my head finally popped out, I sighed, looking up into the mirror to see my dark brown ponytail had stayed in place, with just a few stray curls escaping. I began the process of cleaning the things in the sink, rinsing, scrubbing, occasionally using the generic hand soap on the side of the sink for extra oomph.

It must have taken the better part of an hour before I had everything rinsed out and mostly salvaged, the skirt taking the longest because the material it was made out of was absorbent. I was standing at the sink, trying to twist the final moisture from the skirt when I heard the door shift, a hushed beep from the lock sounding before it swung open to my dad walking in.

I left out a quick cry of surprise as his eyes snapped to look up at me, the door closing behind him. I felt my entire body blush from his entry. I was standing in front of the mirror in a white sports bra, with a few dots of pink highlighting where my sweater had previously been, and a pair of white cotton panties. Most of my clothes were strung around the small bathroom, over the towel rack, on the toilet, and once I was done showering, I would use the shower curtain rod.

I moved, reaching for a towel as my dad tried to apologize. “I…sorry. I thought you would be done already.” His eyes left mine, scanning the room as I fumbled with the towel, trying to cover myself.

“It took a while.” I said as I felt the starchy material of the towel around my back. The ends barely met at my center. I looked at the t-shirt and jeans that were all I could wear. I was still sticky, still half miserable as I looked up, feeling my dad’s green eyes on me. They matched mine so perfectly in color and shape that there was no doubt I got the genetics from him. “I guess I’ll shower.” I said before reaching forward and grabbing the shirt from it’s resting place and moving to the tiny room that made up the rest of the bathroom.

I let the towel drop from around me and let the t-shirt fall to the floor with it. I turned the shower on, hoping the water would heat up a bit before stripping the last remnants of my clothes and stepping into the spray. I released the pony tail that had been holding my long, brown hair in place. It became almost black in the water, but it would dry to the normal glossy shine that fell halfway down my back.

I was never one for lingering in the shower, but I stayed in longer than necessary, making sure my hair and body were free from the Gatorade, scrubbing any hints of pink from my pale skin. I would have to kick Greg the next time I saw him! I stepped out of the shower, wringing my hair out before drying myself. I pulled on the t-shirt to my still damp skin, sighing as I looked down to the panties and bra that would need to be rinsed out too.

As I emerged from the bathroom, I saw that my dad had set himself up on the bed, the small television in the room on and broadcasting the local news. I felt his eyes on me as I turned to the sink to rinse out the final items in my hand. I sighed, realizing that I wouldn’t be joining my friends tonight. My clothes were spread around the hotel room, perched on anything that would give them air to dry.

When my final clothes were clean, I turned to my father, watching as he swallowed hard and his eyes darted to the television. That was when the reality of the situation weighed in on me. “Um, dad?” I asked, looking around the room. illegal bahis siteleri

“Yeah.” He replied, not taking his eyes off the TV.

“There’s only one bed.” It was the typical queen-size hotel bed. A floral duvet covering it, with pillows peeking over the top. Both looked like they would be scratchy.

It apparently had not occurred to my father. He moved, putting his legs to the side of the bed and standing up. He turned, as if more room would magically appear. “Well shit.” He whispered, looking down to the bed as if debating. His eyes rose to mine, his voice a little quite. “We took all the rooms the hotel had. We’re going to have to share.”

I swallowed, looking to him as I felt suddenly exposed in my flimsy t-shirt. It felt like it was shorter than I remembered, felt like it was clinging to me as I shifted a little on my feet. I was all too aware that the panties I had worn and those that I was supposed to wear tomorrow were drying on the towel rack.

“It will be like when you were little.” My dad said as he fell back down to sit on the bed. “Like when we went camping or when you would crawl into bed with mom and I when you were scared.”

I moved to the other side of the bed, nodding as my mouth went dry. “Yeah. Okay.” I said, turning a bit to watch the TV with him.

He moved, shifting to lie on the bed again, his legs stretching out, still in the gray dress pants and team polo shirt he had worn to coach the game in. I moved the duvet aside, the spongy hotel blanket and starched sheet with it. I crawled into what would be my side of the bed and threw the covers over my legs. I leaned back against the wall behind us, propped up like my dad to watch the news.

There was an overview of our game, the winning kick and some small commentary before the anchorman went on to national sports. My dad handed me the remote and sighed. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

I nodded, reaching for the remote and flipping through the stations as he grabbed his overnight bag and went into the small shower room. It wasn’t long before I heard the water start to run and found an old rerun of Friends to watch.

Before the show was over, my dad emerged from the bathroom, toweling his military cut dirty blonde hair as he walked into the room. I had gotten the genetics for my brown hair from my mother. He stood in front of the mirror, reaching for his toothbrush as I noticed he was just wearing a pair of boxers. I knew that was what he slept in at home, having seen him from time to time as he went from the bedroom to the bathroom, but it felt different somehow.

I looked away, trying not to realize that my dad was in really good shape for a man his age. I had no idea what shape a man his age should be in, but my dad was fit, strong, but not overly defined like the men in movies. He was active as a coach, training with his team and never asking them to do more than he would. It was one of the reasons he was so well liked by all the players.

He walked in front of the TV, moving back to his side of the bed and moving to get under the covers. I tried again to focus on the show and failed as I felt the slight rush of humid air as he moved the blanket and sheet over him. He sat back with me, settling in to watch the show with me.

The phone on the nightstand beside him rang. He answered. “Hello?” A slight pause as the person on the other side spoke. He made a half eye roll as he moved to hand me the receiver. “Kim.” He said as he struggled in vain to pull the phone over to me. It was apparently secured to the table beside him and the cord would not allow the receiver to stretch beyond him.

I moved closer to him, trying to pull the cord more, but having to lean over his bare chest and stomach to listen on the phone. “Hello?” I asked the captain of my cheerleading squad.

Kim practically bubbled into the phone. “We’re all meeting in Kevin’s room to watch TV. Want to join us?” She asked. I had a difficult time controlling my own eyes from rolling. I knew her idea of watching TV would turn into a game of Truth or Dare in less than an hour. “Um, no. I’m getting ready for bed. My clothes were drenched in Gatorade and are all wet.”

I felt my dad’s hand softly brush against the back of my thigh, pulling my t-shirt down as it did. A shiver raced over me, my breath catching in my throat as I paused in the conversation. Kim rattled on about how much fun it would be and how much I would be missing out on. When I knew for certain I could speak I numbly whispered. “Yeah, maybe next time.”

She tried harder, telling me about all the boys that would be there, hoping one would catch my attention, but the only person who had my attention now was my dad. I felt his stomach moving beneath me, his breathing labored. I worried I was hurting him as I quickly said my goodbye to Kim and handed him the phone to hang up.

“Sorry about that.” I said as I moved back to my side of the bed, adjusting the covers over me as he leaned over to hang up the phone, then slid one canlı bahis siteleri hand beneath the sheets to adjust the covers over him as well.

“No problem.” He said as he shifted a bit on the bed and stayed watching the show. I still felt the impression of his fingers against the back of my thigh. I hadn’t realized my t-shirt had risen up so high. I guess it wasn’t surprising, but the way it made me feel was… I wasn’t familiar with it. I didn’t know why I was reacting the way I had, but a deep part of me liked it. I knew I shouldn’t, knew my dad was just making sure I was covered up, but the way his fingers slid over me, the way it caused a tingle to shoot through me, made me want to feel it again.

I heard the familiar theme song of the show begin to play as it ended. I moved, handing my dad the remote and slid to lower myself into the bed. I turned on my side, facing him as I moved the pillow beneath my head and curled in. It took everything I had not to stare at his chest, watching the way it rose and fell.

“Want me to turn the TV off?” He asked, looking over to me.

My eyes rose to meet his, my lower lip curling between my teeth before I let it slowly drag out. “No, I think I can sleep through it.”

There was a slightly pained look on his face before he nodded and turned back to the TV, almost rigidly. I heard the theme song begin again, a new episode starting as I watched my father lying almost perfectly still beside me. It was warm beneath the covers, my legs moving just slightly against each other as I felt warmth in my core. I didn’t know why, I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

I let out a soft sigh before closing my eyes and listening to the show play in the background. It wasn’t too loud to sleep through, but I wasn’t tired. I just wasn’t sure how to act anymore. It was silly. It was dad beside me, not some boy I liked. Yet, my body reacted the same. I was tense, but felt warm. I hoped I could fall asleep soon so I didn’t have to think about it.

I felt my dad’s fingers brush over my cheek, tucking a stray strand of my brown hair off my face. I sighed again, but didn’t open my eyes. He could have done it for a dozen reasons. I had to get a grip on my imagination. Soft fingers along my cheek, tracing the curve back almost to my ear, then down to my jaw, moving forward. It sent a shiver along my spine. Why had he done that?

I tried to lie still, but felt my thighs press together, felt the center of me warm more. My breath was slightly ragged as my dad’s fingers slowly traced down my neck. It tickled, but it also felt really good, deeper inside of me. I tried not to laugh, tried to remain as still as I could so he would keep going.

He did, one of his fingers finding the collar of my t-shirt and tracing along my neck just below it. I felt a soft moan in the back of my throat. I loved the sensation, the tenderness of his touch, the way it made me feel. I exhaled deeply as his finger moved back the other direction over the same sensitive skin.

The phone rang again and we both jumped, my eyes flashing open, him moving to reach for the phone before the harsh metallic ring could sound again. His voice was deeper, almost gravely when he answered it this time. “Hello.”

He listened, my heart was thundering in my ears. I strained to hear who was on the other end of the call, but couldn’t. “Yeah, here she is.”

My dad looked over to me, motioning with the phone that we knew wouldn’t move much further. I bit my lower lip, shifting to lie right next to him before I moved to lean over him. I wondered if I should reach back and pull my t-shirt down, but instead made myself stretch more, hoping to lift it higher in hopes he would pull it down again.

“Hey.” A boy’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hey.” I said in reply.

“I…” Greg paused and I could almost hear the way his face scrunched when he thought. “I wanted to say sorry.” I felt my dad’s fingers on the back of my thigh again, but this time, moving along it instead of pulling at the shirt. I had to fight not to moan, it felt amazing.

“For what?” I asked, my voice a little breathless. Fingers moved, first down, almost to my knees, then back up to the edge of my t-shirt. I felt heat surge through me as I tried to focus on the cold phone pressed to my ear.

“For spilling my Gatorade on you. I…I didn’t mean to.” Greg fumbled for words as I fought to keep my eyes open. My dad’s fingers roamed back down my thighs, teasing a small circle above the knee, then moving more toward the inside of my thigh. I felt the shiver reach every limb.

“It’s okay, Greg.” I said, wanting off this call and to be able to focus on the sensations racing through me.

“I…I’ll pay for anything that got ruined.” Greg mumbled. I almost lost the phone when my dad’s fingers slid between my thighs and moved down them so he was touching both of them at the same time.

“Greg, it’s fine. I got it all out.” I said, my words hurried and snippy. I hadn’t meant them to be, but there was something I wanted so much more than an apology from him. My dad’s fingers moved back up, my back arched just slightly at the sensation and I missed what Greg had said next. My eyes closed, my legs were trembling, my mind fogged.

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Hmmm… So. You want to know what’s put this smile on my face and brought out this inner glow around me? If you really want to know, I’ll tell you then. I had lunch with a friend that I’ve known for a few years now, and joyfully got so much more than anyone could have planned for… But I want to tell you as if it’s happening again so I can feel it as I remember it – it was wonderful. I hope you don’t think me crude – this was anything but… Good – I’ll share it with you… I could not stop the muscles in my face from turning to a huge grin that stirred the glow to an almost visible light.

Dave and I have known each other for a few years now, like I said. We’ve talked about everything under the sun, we’ve solved the world’s problems, we’ve become comfortable in our friendship and our differences. We’ve even made love a few times – so we both knew we were passionate people separately and together. But I don’t think either one of expected… Remembering made my body tingle, my heart start to beat a little faster and my mouth water.

Let me tell you a little bit about Dave before I go on with the story. Dave is a manly man with both inner and outer strength that doesn’t necessarily attract attention except to those he wishes to see it. He is disciplined – military style and very much a gentleman. When he moves his body, he has a lithe grace that flows so naturally that he looks like he and the earth enjoy being in contact with each other. He is comfortable in his body and the land is comfortable with his body moving on it. He is a man who has made agreements with his environment and both have kept up their part and become friends. He is intelligent, quick witted and has a gentle humor that protects a will of steel. He is generous and caring.

As you can see, I’m not exactly a youthful model stereotype. I am an older woman with more salt than pepper and a woman’s body – I think Starbuck’s calls it – “Grandee.” So when Dave made it obvious that he was interested in me, I was – well… curious, you might say. I mean, I’m attractive and intelligent and have many good qualities and all that, but generally men don’t make women over 50 their first choice, so to speak. So I was surprised and delighted when Dave directed his attention to me. Not only that – to tell the truth – my whole body reacted to him – to his hard body – so different from mine – to his suppleness – to his masculinity – to his strength and self discipline and the way he focused in on me. Right from the very beginning he knew how to “be” with another person… Anyway…

Dave called me and asked if I wanted to meet him for lunch. We decided to picnic in the mountains. The air feels warm and crisp and clean and the bright sunshine lights up the incredibly blue sky this time of the year. The scent of spring is in the air and it’s intoxicating. Our plans are to eat at one of the numerous, private picnic tables along Helen Hunt Falls Road. I am at the table first, sit to save it and wait for Dave. I have box lunches for us to eat.

As it happens, our cars end up parked for privacy, one parallel to the picnic table – close enough to lean on if we want to and the other is angled so no one can see us from the road. Someone can, however, easily see this illegal bahis table is taken from the road so it’s not likely that anyone will come up this drive. I feel a gentle warm breeze blowing and the sound of the brook gurgles in rhythm to the forest sounds. Vehicles zoom by on the road below – this whole road is a favorite of lovers looking for privacy in the glowing sun and delicate forest.

I watch as Dave gets out of his car. He’s already taken his working clothes off and changed into outdoor clothes and his shoulder muscles, arms and hands tease me with their masculine hardness tensing under his shirt. When he walks towards me, his hiker’s legs and feet pad the ground in noiseless, sure steps like a strolling mountain lion. Then he focuses his attention on me, drawing me to him with his eyes. The gentle wind around us carries the scent of desire, both our nostrils flare and the tension begins.

Dave has blankets, one for the seat of the table one for the table and our lunches. We start to make small talk – “How’s work?” “How’s the writing coming along?” … all the while, the magic in his eyes makes me want to touch him… touch him all over. He looks deep inside me, finds my inner passion spot with every move and every gesture and fans the fire that has obviously kindled there. I do not have the discipline that he has and I reach to touch his hand. He smiles a teasing smile and reaches to accommodate my passion. I think he is delighted that he is the only one that can ignite me in 20 seconds or less. We can already feel the heat between us; smell the primal pull. I move to his side of the table – the lunches can wait.

We both sit down on the covered bench and begin to kiss… deeper. I reach for him, his hands are moving on my body, my neck. He gently squeezes my breast, flicks my nipples gently with his fingertips and watches as my breast swell and my nipples prune, harden and get erect. When he touches me it’s like rain in the desert.

I feel his manhood beginning to swell, I open a few buttons on his shirt, I move my hands to his nipples, gently squeeze. I can’t help it – I gently nip at his tiny nipples, lift his shirt as he lifts my blouse, we pull the other blanket over us. He nudges me to lean back on the car, and takes my breast in his mouth, my hand goes to his crotch and my other hand feels his strong back responding to the passion in his body. He moves his hand down my leg and begins to move up my dress as he continues to suck gently flicking his tongue, gently pulling and sucking on my hard nipple.

As his hand moves up my skirt, he discovers I have no underwear on, kisses me again – passionately – and strokes my soft, short hairs. He stokes the hair and the labia slit waiting for that little button of pleasure to erect. I can’t stand it – he has shorts on with wide legs – I fondle his balls gently and massage them, then move my hand up his shaft- down – up again… to his balls, his groin, up his shaft. I move to pull the shorts down and get a good grip on him.

He finds my little button, but before he start rubbing it, he dips into my wet well and brings out the moisture, spreads the outer lips and deposits the wet, gets a better feel of the button and starts rubbing illegal bahis siteleri – dipping his finger in, bringing out the liquid, massaging the button – several more times before focusing on the little button that stands at attention for him.

I rotate my hand round the tip of his shaft, then down his shaft pretty rhythmically, but he doesn’t want to get off yet. He stays seated and has me sit on the table. I draw the blanket up close so there is a little more privacy. “Move out to the edge,” he whispers, “Move out to the edge.” He grabs my cheeks gently with his strong hands and helps me scoot to the edge of the table.

I am in front of him… legs wide open with my skirt covering me from the view of anybody else but him. He looks and smells and touches and he smiles his pleasure. He moves his face in and licks and sucks gently and tastes and just as I am about to cum, he slides his finger in slowly, gently – in and out – I pop once… twice, he watches the expression on my face. He can see that for me, there is nowhere but here, no time but now, no one but him. I motion him back, he leans against the car, I slide off the table slowly on to him – rock hard, fully erect.

Careful at first, but passion takes me over, I begin to plunge down, he fills me to the top. I squeeze and pull up, plunge down, contract and shudder and squeeze up, plunge down, pull up, squeeze, he can’t stand it anymore. He’s breathing heavy, the smell of spring takes both of us out of time, he spurts. The first time, he cums hard, he feels me ripple deep inside again, and again as my body bunches up covering both of us in the blanket.

He hasn’t lost his erection – the heat is firing up again and again he can’t stop. He pushes from the bottom, I plunge from the top, he has his fingers on my erect button, it slides smoothly because it is so wet, so very wet. I bite gently on his nipples and shoulder – my hands clench his back. His manhood is hard, erect, full, he is in me all the way as he feel me shudder inside – wetness, swell, tighten and squeeze, pull up, tighten, push and pull and suck in again – he grabs my ass, pulls me down, shoves up, thrusts up again and again – he stops, and when he cums it feels like his balls are moving into his body – it doesn’t hurt – it adds to his pleasure – I am squeezing inside trying to suck every bit of his juice into me. We pause suspended, breathing together, shudders still cracking the electricity in our bodies.

He has his arms wrapped around me and I around him, with him in still me, me straddling his lap, my head on his shoulder, my hair a frantic mess, the blanket, too warm, around both of us. Our breathing slows. “Are you ready for lunch now,” he asks? … As he moves to slide out, he feels I’m not ready for him to get out – I begin cuming again, my insides ripple and suck him into me further, but he’s semi-soft – how can that be?

I begin moving – almost convulsing, pushing up on him, sucking him in, loosening and pulling, I grab the cheeks of his ass. He moves his leg over the bench and helps me to lay down and positions himself so he can use his arms on the car and the table to hold his body up from mine. He looks down into my face, grins. I move my head up to suck canlı bahis siteleri and bite on his nipples, I bury my face in his chest, how I love his smell and feel, as my legs push my bottom off the blanket to make him go in as deep as he will go – my neck arches back and he sees my face in ecstasy again, my mouth open, moaning – it looks like lights are flashing on and off in my half-closed eyes.

My insides swell and the friction gets hot, I squeeze and bunch up, my head to his chest – he feels me contract and hot liquid again. He’s already started to rise again – my enthusiasm encourages him. We get untangled and switch places. He’s on his back, my hands on his chest, straddling his hard body … moving up and down the full length of him. I move up carefully, tightly and plunge down, all the way, I move up and plunge down again, and again and again, my insides begin to squeeze again, I ripple, and the whole forest seems to sway with the joy, the air crackles with electricity and everywhere there is the pulsing of life.

I lower my chest to his but my bottom keeps moving, my insides continue to ripple. I put my forehead on his forehead, he grabs my ass and pulls me down on him, he moves to the rhythm, up, harder and harder, I push down faster and faster – we explode together but continue to convulse.

We lay silent, touching, breathing together for a few moments. When our breathing slows I move off him still straddling the bench and he sits up grinning. We move closer so our bodies are touching and we stroke each other. I gently push him down on the bench. I take a towelette and gently wipe him off. I scoot back a little.

I put my face in his crotch, my tongue in the crevice of his groin – gently bite and suck flicking my tongue, my hand sliding up and down his shaft, I lick his balls, taking them gently into my mouth one at a time. I start licking and sucking at the bottom of his penis and move my way up, as I move up he begins to rise to the occasion, I rotate around, licking as I go.

My hands and mouth move on him, licking, sucking, sliding up and down. I put my fingers in-between his balls and lift up gently. I lick my way down and put a lubricated finger cot on my finger. I lick and suck and move my hand on his belly, leg and balls and as I go from rapidly licking his head, sucking it in, licking the tension ridge faster, working his shaft with one hand, my other hand is slipping down his balls and with the lubricated finger cot. I rim his anus, gently, lightly, around, in the center, slight pressure, round and round – hand working his shaft, mouth sucking his head, tongue vibrating the ridge, round and round.

He knows I don’t particularly like for a man to cum in my mouth and he is always considerate – What am I doing? He won’t to be able to stop – He tries to hold back – He begins to arch his back. He whisper thickly, “I’m cuming – I can’t stop” – I don’t move away, I continue to suck while I move my tongue on the tension spot and move my hand up and down faster, tighter and tighter. I give a gentle nibble on the tension spot. He moans and spasms, he cums with an intensity that leaves him silent and spent. I continue to suck and lick gently and he feels the crazy sensations continue to tingle him inside and out. I stop and gently rub his chest and legs and watch him return to this time and place.

We rinse our mouths out; wipe our hands and bodies with some handi-wipes – Now it’s time to eat that box lunch.

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“Maybe there is but I want to make this shift quickly and decisively. I know it’s a lot to ask but we’ve known each other for a long time and I know you have the strength to do it for me,” she had said. “You look like you’re the one in pain,” she huffed unevenly as she squirmed on the couch.

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“You want this in your mouth?” he asked her, slowly stroking his burgeoning cock with his right hand as he stood before her.

She slowly shook her head from side to side silently saying No. He asked her if she was sure she wanted him to continue. She swallowed hard and slowly nodded her head up and down, her eyes locked onto his. He grasp the clothes pin clipped to her right nipple and pulled on it without relieving the pressure of the spring.

“Ow!” she complained as a spike of pain and then a burning sensation enveloped the nipple. Bethany was bound hand and foot to the chair in which she sat. Her wrists were tethered snuggly to the arms of the chair. Her legs were spread as widely as the supports of the arms of the chair would allow. Only the toes of her high heels touched the ground since he had pulled her feet back past the front legs of the chair before he tied them off to the rear legs of the chair. She was nearly immobilized, only able to move her body back and forth somewhat.

He had pulled her unbuttoned dress top off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Then he had installed a spring clip clothespin to each of her nipples. As a crowning touch he had pulled the skirt of her dress up as high as possible revealing her fine stockinged thighs slightly spread because of her tied legs. She was helpless to restore her dignity and her nipples burned, one now bare, a clothespin still clamped to her left nipple. It was all exactly as she wanted illegal bahis and there was much more to come she knew.

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She had described in detail what he was to do and why. Actually she thought she had done a pretty good job of selling him by presenting the ‘why’ first and then describing the ‘what.’ She spent more than a few minutes overcoming his objections and practically begged him to help her. More than once he shook his head and told her he was not sure he could do what she was asking. She had cut his objections short by excusing herself and closeting herself in his guest bath. When she returned to the living room the front of her dress was partially unbuttoned and it was obvious that she had removed her bra.

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Now she sat tied into a plastic chair on his patio, faced partially away from the sun on a fine, warm spring afternoon. There was a half halo at the edge of her hair where the sun made it glow a light golden brown. A nervous little smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she eyed first his hand stroking his stiff cock and then the silver alligator clips attached to the lapel of the thin black robe he was wearing. It hung open as he stood before her. For the last few minutes he had lay on the chase lounge arousing himself with an oily right hand. Tucked into the left pocket of the robe were several facial tissues.

“You sure this is what you want?” he asked hoping she would relent. She nodded again urging him to continue. Her eyes were ablaze with demand, insisting that he do as she had instructed.

He moved closer to her, standing with his feet nearly together between her spread knees. With his left hand he obtained one of the alligator clips and noticed that his breath was rattling out of him as he reached out and attached the saw-toothed pain maker to her right nipple. It bit deeply into the pinkish-brown nipple and quivered as she gasped at the searing pain. Her eyes squinted illegal bahis siteleri to stifle a scream.

He wanted it to be over quickly so he yanked the clothespin off her left nipple and let it drop to the patio. She moaned as he snapped a second shiny silver alligator clip onto her still burning left nipple.

He had momentarily stopped stroking himself and then refocused on keeping his cock at full attention. When he moved his eyes to her face he found her looking up at him and there were tears of pain trickling down her cheeks.

There was a solidarity between them that defied description and was beyond the understanding of their respective friends.

She was a beautiful woman. He surveyed her high, prominent cheekbones, her sleek, sculptured nose and almost thin but sensuous lips. Her fine, firm breasts moved slightly as she breathed, the silver clips causing wrenching pain. He gazed at her fine, molded thighs wishing they were not encased in nylon, wanting to push himself into her at the confluence that was shielded from his eyes. He hated pantyhose.

He heard her whimper and again moved his eyes to her face. “Pleeeze, jack off into my mouth. The pain is terrible,” she moaned. After he blotted the oil from the swollen head of his cock she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. It seemed like an eternity to her and was not nearly long enough for him when his stroking of the shaft produced the spitting spasms that made him growl and moan in the warm spring sun.

She had swallowed him and he was still down her throat when he pinched the tabs of both clips, eager to stay her pain. Her lips convulsed around the base of his cock when a new kind of pain blossomed in her breasts. She gagged and coughed up his cock.

She gasp for breath several times, tilted her head back, smiled and said, “Thank you, Matt.” There were purple bruises on her nipples where the clips had bitten her and the impressions of the canlı bahis siteleri teeth were still visible.

Several days later they began the same scenario but she nodded her head at his question and sucked him off with just the clothes pins attached to her nipples. As she had instructed him, he demanded that she use her tongue to stimulate him while he stroked his shaft.

A few days after that, although she was bound hand and foot to the chair, she tongued and sucked him until his semen shot down her throat. Her breasts were bare and free of any implements of pain. He had aroused himself but simply stood with his legs against the front of the seat between her spread legs so she could take him with her moving mouth.

Their fourth and last meeting for her purposes took place five days later. She marked the event by wearing a new, front opening bra. She sat in her chair, slowly unbuttoning her blouse while she watched him stroke himself to full erection. Then she opened her bra and pulled her skirt up around her hips and spread her legs. He took ten minutes or so pleasuring himself before he rose off the lounge and positioned himself between her spread legs. She took the tissues from the pocket of his robe and used both hands to wipe the oil from his hard cock as it pointed straight out toward her face. She teased him with her tongue for awhile before she set her head to bobbing while she grasp his hips in her hands. His grunts turned into a long slow moan as she tasted his cum on the back of her tongue. When she had swallowed his full issue she became completely still with his hard cock in her mouth. She stayed like that for more than a minute, waiting for him to withdraw. More than another minute passed before he inched back, finally breaking the connection between them. When he looked down at her there were tears of joy trickling down her cheeks.

She looked up at him, blinked the tears out of her eyes and said, “You know, I’ll bet there aren’t many brothers in the world who would let his twin sister use him to overcome a phobia about giving oral sex.”

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Hugh Hargrave went to his tutor, George’s, bedroom door to check on him. The young man had been drinking throughout the evening, taking advantage of the absence of Hugh’s parents for the weekend, and Hugh thought he heard voices from George’s room. Had George brought someone else to his room? If so, Hugh was piqued and frustrated. He’d tried his best to get the handsome tutor to bed him, and George had said the nineteen-year-old Hugh was entirely too young, which Hugh knew was completely false. George was barely four years older than Hugh was himself, and it was almost a disgrace for a nineteen-year-old boy to still be a virgin in 1870. English people of the Hargrave’s class were just too stuffy, Hugh thought—at least on the surface. He knew that below that surface they were quite bawdy and promiscuous.

Besides, George gave as a fallback position, Hugh’s father, Howard Hargrave, Lord Chesterville, would sack George on the spot if he were caught with Hugh that way.

The other voice Hugh heard in George’s room sounded like the stable boy, Holst, who was a year younger than Hugh, eighteen, so Hugh was frustrated that Holst might be in there with George, and he wasn’t. If asked, George would say that Holst was just a peasant stable boy and that made all the difference. But it didn’t make a difference to Hugh, who wanted to get on with it—and wanted that getting on to be with men. He’d already decided that.

Not needing a vocation, Lord Chesterville’s avocation was as a violinist in the London Philharmonic Society, which then, in 1870, was in hiatus as its future home, the Royal Albert Hall, was not yet finished. His wife, Lady Amantha, played the piccolo in the orchestra. As they waited for the symphony to reconvene, the Hargraves had been touring Europe to take in the music scene elsewhere. Richard Strauss, the second, was preparing a royal performance of his recently composed Tails from the Vienna Woods for Austria-Hungarian emperor Francis Joseph I, to be performed by the Vienna Philharmonic Symphony in Vienna that summer, and Lord Chesterville and his wife had secured chairs in the orchestra. Going the whole distance, they had rented a villa in Weinerwald, at the edge of the Vienna Woods, to be “in the mood.” The villa was some distance from Vienna, though, so they spent many of the rehearsal nights leading up to the performance in Vienna.

The Hargraves had brought the youngest of their sons, Hugh, with them, saying that he was of “that age” for them to be worrying about leaving him to his own devices. They, of course, didn’t know the half of that. Other than that, the parents were rather indifferent to the son. He was not the heir, just the spare, so he always had been treated a bit as an afterthought and had been turned over to his music tutor, George, without a thought to the lifestyle interests of the young, handsome man they had engaged in Paris before coming to Vienna. The heir, Halsey, was safely tucked away at Oxford in England. Little did they know, however, that what Hugh knew of what Halsey was up to at Oxford only fed his own desire to “get on with it.”

Coming to the doorway of George’s room, Hugh was not surprised—or shocked—by what he saw, and he remained, watching it to its climax, wishing that he were Holst.

Both of them, George and Holst, were naked. The small, solidly built, peasant-stock Holst was lying on his stomach on the bed, with George, weaving a bit, clearly into his cups, sitting beside him. George was leaning over the stable boy and had just kissed him on the upper back, between the shoulder blades, and was rising into a sitting position as Hugh came to the door. Holst’s left arm was wrapped around George’s waist, the arm draped over George’s left thigh, and Holst’s hand was encasing George’s erection and slow stroking it. George was stroking and squeezing the stable boy’s plump buttocks with his right hand. The boy moaned as George’s fingers slid into the crease of the orbs and pressed inside.

Holst groaned and raised up a bit on his knees, lifting his buttocks into George’s searching hand. George’s finger sank in deeper.

George kissed down the youth’s body. Holst moaned as George raised his right leg, placing the youth’s ankle on his shoulder, and George’s mouth covered the young man’s cock. The finger in the youth’s channel became two, moving in and out.

“Ja, ja,” Holst murmured and arched his back, his hands going to the back of George’s head as the man’s mouth on the cock was changed to a hand and George moved lower, his tongue pushing into the crease of the stable boy’s buttocks. “Ja, ja, ja,” the young man whimpered as George tongued his hole, alternating with nipping at and licking the stable boy’s plump cheeks.

“Frick mich. Frick mich—Fuck me, fuck me,” Hugh heard the stable boy beg.

As Hugh, panting and fingering himself, watched, George twisted around, went up on the bed on his knees, mounted the youth’s buttocks, holding his cock in his hand until he had gained illegal bahis purchase of the bulb in the hole, and then hovered over Holst’s prone body, which Holst held with his buttocks raised to the cock. George planted his knees on either side of the stable boy’s thighs and his hands in the mattress on either side of Holst’s shoulders. Hovering there, his cock penetrated the passage.

Holst panted and gave a little cry of, “Ja, so. Gib es mir. Fich mich!—Yes, give it to me. Fuck me!” As Hugh watched, aching that it would be him rather than Holst, George worked his cock in deep, as the youth writhed under him and used the leverage of his knees to set his pelvis in motion, rising and falling on the young Austrian’s ass. The length of George’s cock appeared and disappeared as the young man under him started a countermotion of his own of raising his buttocks on the downstroke and lowering them as two-thirds of the hard cock surfaced from the crease. Holst’s right hand was tucked under his belly, grasping his own cock, held slightly above the surface of the mattress, and was stroking it and dragging it across the coverlet. He too was hard.

All three who were fully engaged in this copulation—Hugh was engaged as well—were panting.

At the moment both of the figures jerked and shuddered, and came, Hugh gave a little cry himself as a wet spot appeared and spread on the front of his sleeping trousers, and he turned and returned to his own room, frustrated and mumbling to himself, “I don’t know why . . . I’m nineteen now, older than Holst.” It wasn’t like he wasn’t ready for it. He had toughened up. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and rummage in the back of the drawer. He pulled out the dildo he had acquired from Halsey, oiled it up, inserted it, and slowly worked himself. It was as long and as thick as George’s cock. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take a shaft. It was that he hadn’t taken a real man’s shaft. He knew he could take George’s cock, if the man would put it in him.

* * * *

Hugh returned to George’s room in the morning, aching for it and determined to bring this to a head. His parents didn’t care. They didn’t pay any attention to him. Whatever affection he got was from George. George fucked eighteen-year-old boys. Hugh had watched him do it. Hugh was nineteen. George hadn’t made any effort to steer Hugh away from interest in men—they’d touched, even touched intimately. They’d kissed. George just was afraid to go further because he thought it threatened his job. Hugh’s parents probably didn’t even care. George could damn well initiate Hugh and the two of them could have the romantic relationship Hugh craved. If George refused to do it, Hugh would threaten to tell his parents he tried to do it anyway, and then they’d see if it mattered to them. Hugh would tell them he wouldn’t give them any trouble if they’d just give him George.

But when Hugh got to the room, he saw that George was hopelessly in a deep, snoring sleep. Worse, Holst was still in bed with him, the two stretched out against each other, naked, their arms and legs entwined.

In frustration, Hugh backed away from George’s door. He went back to his own room and dressed for a hike. They lived on the edge of the fabled Vienna Woods, and he still had not explored it. He grabbed a roll with cheese it in as he passed the kitchen, mumbling to the cook that he was going to study the vegetation in the forest as his assignment that day and left the villa.

He walked into the woods and kept on walking for an hour. He came upon a pond in a clearing. He saw the folded clothes, a multicolored embroidered vest on top, before he realized that someone was in the pond. The someone was another youth—a young man who looked like he was Hugh’s own age. He had an exotic appearance. His skin was of a dusky appearance, his features were sharp, albeit quite handsome, and his hair was jet black and curly. His eyes were black too, and they sparkled when they took in Hugh approaching.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see that anyone was here,” Hugh said, the words catching in his throat, as it was shallow where the youth was swimming, and, when he stood, Hugh saw that the youth was naked. His body was slim, his hips narrow. His was a beautiful, young, boyish body. But he had the cock of a man.

Hugh realized he’d spoken in English and now attempted German. “Es tut mir leid, wenn du mich nicht verstehst. Ich wess nicht, welche Sprache du sprichst—And sorry, if you don’t understand me. I don’t know what language you speak. My German is not too good.”

“English is fine. My people all speak English. When we were there, the English pretended not to understand any other language, so we learned theirs. Then we found out they didn’t want to understand us—they wanted us to go away. I don’t wish to be alone. Come into the pond with me,” the young man said. His voice was rich. He had some sort of foreign accent—not German. There wasn’t anything Germanic about him at all. That might have illegal bahis siteleri been why Hugh’s first instinct was not to address him in German. He was exotic, a being of the Orient, in Hugh’s eyes. Hugh was mesmerized.

“I don’t have a suit to wear.”

“I didn’t either,” the youth said, “as you can see.” He had been standing in shallow water, naked, He sank down into the water now and pushed off farther into the pond. “I am Nicu. You don’t sound Austrian.”

“I’m not,” Hugh said, as he stripped off his clothes and was folding them neatly. “I’m English. My name is Hugh. My family is here to play in a concert in Vienna. You don’t sound Austrian, either.”

“I’m not. I’m Romany,” Nicu answered. “My family is just passing through. We have been to England, as I said. Do come into the water, Hugh. Swim with me.”

Romany. Hugh knew that was the word for the gypsies, who traveled here and there in Europe in caravans, footloose and a law until themselves until the locals forced them to move on. Exotic indeed, and Hugh had been forbidden to have any contact with them. Perfect for the mood he was in. He finished stripping down to naked and waded into the pool.

The two youths swam circles around each other, discussing this and that—the Romany life and how free it was and Hugh’s life and how restricted it was. They discussed their likes and dislikes. Nicu spoke of the free and easy life, with few “no’s” and a great deal of indulging pleasures, and Hugh spoke of his sexual frustration and need—and of how his parents managed to smother him while not paying him any attention. Hugh was quite open about his sexual dilemma and how frustrated it made him.

Nicu swam circles around Hugh, moving in and touching the youth lightly here, there, and there, and then moving away. Hugh found the touching arousing.

“You mean you are still a virgin?” Nicu asked, somewhat incredulously, as he swam in closer to Hugh. “With a fine cock like you have? You have a beautiful body. You have not lain with a girl yet? You have a very nice cock and you are a handsome man. I would have thought you would have easily had your way with girls by now.”

“No,” Hugh answered. Nicu caught the tone of Hugh’s voice. “But it is a man you want, isn’t it?” he asked. “You spoke of your tutor and how handsome he is. You sound almost as if you are in love with him. You want to lie under him, don’t you? No, it’s just the two of us here, you can speak the truth. I lie with men. I lie with women too. We Romany take our pleasures where we can find them. Giving or taking, woman or man. It makes no difference to us—to me—if it gives pleasure.”

Hugh was fascinated. This was just the sort of open talk and thinking that he ached to have. He felt so repressed by his parents and their class. “We have embraced and kissed, but he won’t do more,” Hugh said, his voice revealing his frustration and ache. “But I’ve seen him do more—with another boy my age—one younger than me.”

“You saw him fucking this other boy?”

“Yes.”

“And you want him to cover you—to be inside you?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you, Hugh?”

“Nineteen.”

“And you are still a virgin? I am nineteen too, Hugh.”

“And you are not a virgin?”

Nicu laughed. “Nowhere close, Hugh. I’m sure I am a father of more than one bawling brat. More than one girl—and a few older women—have said I have given them babies. I know I have tried as I have had the chance. I have fucked many women. They say they like having my cock inside them. I like fucking women. But I lie under men too, and I fuck men. I get pleasure from that too. I’m sure I would want your tutor to cover me too. And this stable boy you spoke of. I bet I could make him moan. I have done both with other men. Men have covered me and been inside me and then I have fucked them. And I am but nineteen, just as you are. It is almost a crime to still be a virgin at nineteen. Come here, Hugh. Swim to me.”

Hugh didn’t really have to swim far to reach Nicu. That Nico required him to do so after having told him what Nicu would and could do with another man was mostly symbolic. He wanted Hugh to come to him. It was a signal of acceptance. Aching with need, Hugh did so.

Nicu had come in close. In fact, as they had talked, he had touched Hugh here and there, with the effect not having been lost on Hugh, who was panting lightly and who was feeling himself engorge. That was a part of his issue. He could react as a man now. Why wasn’t he being treated like a man? He knew George was attracted to him, and George was lying with the stable boy, Holst. And Holst was younger than Hugh was. He just was from the stable yard and Hugh was not. Higher levels of restraint were expected of Hugh. Well, as Hugh knew, Halsey was lying under men at Oxford, and Halsey was a year older than Hugh was.

It was time. It was beyond time.

The two boys floated together. Nicu encircled Hugh’s torso with one arm, holding the other canlı bahis siteleri youth close to him as they floated in the water. Hugh stiffened.

“Relax, Hugh. Go with me. I wish to help you.” Hugh relaxed. Nicu brought their lips together and they kissed. Hugh stiffened a bit, but Nicu kissed him again, deeper, pushing his tongue between Hugh’s lips, and Hugh relaxed again and moaned deep in his throat.

“I am going to make love to you—release you from your worry and frustration, Hugh. I am going to fuck you and relieve you of your unwanted virginity to a man.”

Hugh moaned again, but he didn’t say no. He made no effort to swim out of Nicu’s embrace.

Nicu’s other hand went between them, gliding down Hugh’s shuddering torso all the way down to his groin. Nicu encased Hugh’s cock with his hand. He encased both of their shafts together. They both were hard. Their lips met again and they kissed—deeply, Hugh’s lips parting, pressed open by Nicu’s lips. Nicu began to rock his pelvis against Hugh and Hugh instinctively fell into the rhythm of that. They kissed more deeply, Nicu’s tongue pushing in between Hugh’s lips. Their bodies were pressed together, rocking against each other, sending circles of water off into the pond.

“Do you want me to stop, Hugh?”

“No,” the overwhelmed young man answered.

Nicu took one of Hugh’s hands and moved it to their cocks, making Hugh encase the two shafts together and frot them, as his hand now snaked around Hugh’s waist and went lower, his fingers search for, and finding, the crease in Hugh’s buttocks and then his anal opening. Hugh broke from the kiss and leaned back, looking up into the sky, panting harder now and moaning. Then groaning as Nicu’s long, slender finger went deeper inside Hugh. It was joined by another, and then the two fingers started to move: in, out; in deeper, out. The tips found Hugh’s prostate, introducing him to a whole new sensation of pleasure. The heel of Nicu’s hand pressed into Hugh’s tailbone, pulling Hugh’s groin into Nicu’s. There was no question they both were erect.

“Tell me true, Hugh. Have you for true never had a shaft inside you?”

Hugh hesitated.

“It makes a difference how I fuck you, Hugh. There will be more pleasure if you have experimented.”

“I have experimented,” Hugh admitted.

“With what?”

Hugh told him about the dildo he’d stolen from George’s room and kept hidden away. Nicu laughed. “Often or rarely?”

“Often now,” Hugh admitted.

“You do want it.”

“Yes.”

The pleasure was overwhelming. Hugh knew he should break it off. But he’d dreamed of this, waited for this for far too long. Nicu coaxed Hugh to raise his legs in the water and hook them onto Nicu’s hips. Then, under Nicu’s guidance, Hugh leaned back, his fists locked behind Nicu’s neck to hold himself there, steady. His pelvis rolled up.

“Nicu, Nicu, Nicu,” he murmured as Nicu put the bulb of his cock in place, and then “Oh, God! Nicu!” he cried out as the hand on Hugh’s tailbone pulled his passage onto Nicu’s penetrating cock. Hugh instinctively writhed a bit as his passage reluctantly responded and stretched, ineffectually trying at first to pull away from the invading shaft and to expel it, but that only served to pull the cock deeper. Hugh had been training the passage with a dildo, a leather, horse-hair-filled shaft with a wooden glans at the tip, so Nicu’s cock wasn’t alien to the passage. Nicu only went in a few inches, though, and held, as Hugh gasped.

“Relax, relax. Take it. It’s done now. Take the rest of it. You want it.”

Hugh surrendered. He let his body collapse, his passage walls gave way, and Nicu sank in to the root.

“You have experimented well,” he whispered.

He gently started the pump, applying and releasing pressure on Hugh’s tailbone to pull him onto the shaft and to let it withdraw. In, out, in out. They were settling into the rhythm of the fuck.

In an instant, Hugh was no longer a virgin to a man’s shaft. He sobbed, concentrating on the pain-pleasure as Nicu grasped and spread his buttocks cheeks and pulled him on and off the hard shaft, intensifying the movement of the cock in the passage. Faster in motion, deeper in thrusts. But Hugh held, exhilarated that he’d been freed at last, concentrating on the pleasure rather than the pain. Within minutes he released his seed up the Romany youth’s belly. Nicu quickly followed with his breeding deep inside the passage, and Hugh’s initiation was complete.

They fucked again on the mossy bank of the pond, Nicu on top of Hugh, Hugh’s legs spread, his heels rubbing on the meat of Nicu’s calves in the rhythm of the fuck. The stroking was more assured, the thrusts stronger. Hugh’s response was more as a partner in the movement than a docile vessel.

Hugh couldn’t get enough of it now. When they finished, Nicu lay stretched out beside but hovering over Hugh’s body. “That is what you wanted, what you needed,” he murmured.

“Yes,” Hugh agreed.

“But it’s not all of it. There is more.”

“More?”

“Yes. I am just another youth. You talk of your tutor. He’s a man. You need a man between your thighs. A big-cocked man.”

“You have a big cock.”

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I grab your hair from behind and pull you back to me. I lean down and you feel my hot breath on your neck. My rough cheek gently scratches your tender skin. I gently nibble on your neck, pulling your head back. You can feel my hardness pressing into the cleft of your buttocks as I reach around and softly stroke your nipple, making it come alive under my fingers. I gently stroke the curve of your breast from the middle of your chest, down and around to the outer swell, up toward the armpit. Gently, with the lightest of touch. My fingers continue over the top of the breast, and slowly spiral in toward the hard nipple. As my finger tips reach the nipple, I pinch it, HARD, while tightening my grip on your hair.

You can feel the coarse hair on my muscular chest against the soft skin on your back. Your hands clench, yearning to touch me. But that is not allowed yet. I quickly spin you around to face me, your eyes looking up into my deep brown eyes, begging for more. I pull your head back and press my lips to yours, my tongue snaking into your mouth, tasting you.

I break the kiss and pick you up in my strong arms. I cover the short distance to the bed in an instant and lay your naked body in the center of it. I reach under the pillow and pull out a blindfold, which I place over your eyes.

“Now be good, or I’ll have to tie you down.”

I start by running my fingers lightly down your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms, bringing up goose bumps at the gentle touch. Back up your arms, dragging my nails over your skin. I slide my hands down your chest, over your breasts, coming close to, but not touching your sensitive nipples. You gasp, as my fingers just graze your nipples, then move away.

My hands move slowly down your stomach, feeling every inch of you. You flinch as my touch tickles your sides.

Down, down, closer to where you are yearning for me to be. My hands move over your hips and slide inward toward your cleft, but move away before reaching your swollen lips.

I move lower, sliding my hands down your smooth legs, stroking, caressing, down to your feet.

“Turn over,” I command. You quickly lie on your stomach, not wanting to upset me.

I begin at your feet, gently massaging your soles, your heels, your toes. I place one of your toes in my mouth and gently suck on it, lightly letting my teeth scrape it. Ever so slowly, I continue illegal bahis up your legs, massaging your calves. You jump as I quickly lick the area behind your right knee, sending shivers over your body.

I am at your thighs, kneading the flesh with more force now. I move up and stroke your buttock, gently pulling them apart to show the tender rosebud hiding between them. I bend down and gently bite the area where your cheek meets your leg, and you moan.

I move higher, using my lips now, more than my hands. My coarse beard glides over the tops of your buttocks toward your lower back. I lick the small of your back, and then gently blow on it, giving you more goose bumps and making you shiver in delight. You can feel my hard cock rubbing against the soles of your feet, its head leaking, making it slide even easier.

I crawl up your back, kissing and nibbling as I go. My tongue leaving a damp trail and my beard scratching you, making you wish for more. At your neck, I pull back your hair and gently kiss your sensitive flesh. My rock hard cock is so close to your waiting pussy, you can feel its heat. Then without warning, I quickly move off of you. You moan in frustration.

I grab your body and turn you over onto your back. “Remember, you are not allowed to touch me,” I command. “If you do, I will stop and walk away.”

I look at your body. The swell of your breast, the curve of your hip. It is beautiful. You lie there, not knowing what I am going to do, and not able to see me because of the blindfold. You are quivering in excitement. I can see your juices starting to seep from you in anticipation of what is to come.

I kneel by your side and bend down so that my head is between your slightly parted thighs. You can feel my breath on your soft nether lips. I firmly grasp your thighs and spread them further. As they part, so do your lips, giving me a peek at the velvety sleeve that I will be enjoying later.

I bend my head down and lick at the juices flowing from you. You taste wonderful, sweet and fresh. I slide my finger into you slowly. Your breath catches as I gently massage the inside of your canal. Ever so slowly, I remove my finger.

“Open your mouth,” I say. You quickly comply with my wishes. I slide my wet finger between your parted lips. “Taste how sweet you are. This is what I am going to be enjoying for quite a while.” You hungrily suck at my finger, illegal bahis siteleri wishing it was something else.

I move back down and begin to enjoy you. I start by kissing and nibbling on your inner thighs, moving from one side to the other. My lips are just grazing your lower lips as I move across them, in a tender kiss. My kissing on your thighs is getting closer and closer to your liquid core.

After what seems like an eternity, I finally place my mouth over your puffy lips and lick around them slowly. I gently suck both lips into my mouth, caressing them with my ever-moving tongue. My grip on your thighs tightens and I spread your legs wider. I dip the tip of my tongue into your waiting honey pot, licking up the sweet juices that are trying to escape. I swallow slowly, savoring your flavor.

I move up, licking near your clitoris, but not touching it, yet. It is extremely hard, telling me how excited you are. Your hips thrust up, trying to get me to make contact. I pull you back to the bed forcefully, lifting my head from you. “You are not in control at all now. I am.”

I lower my head and continue to lick around your clitoris. You are moaning and begging me. You have waited so long and I am making you wait some more. Finally, after several minutes, I slide my tongue ever so slowly across your hard clitoris. You jump at the sensation. My tongue quickens, but the pressure is so light, it feels almost like a feather stroking you. Your pleasure builds with each flick of my wet tongue.

Gradually, I increase the pressure, varying my movements from a side to side motion, to a up and down motion, to swirling around your hard nub. The sensations are intense and you never know what the next feeling will be.

I can tell you are getting close. I increase the pressure with my tongue and switch to a continuous side to side motion. With one hand, I reach up to your breast and take your hard nipple between my fingers. As I lick you harder and faster, I pinch and twist your nipple, pulling on it. Your breathing is becoming more ragged.

All at once your body stiffens as you succumb to the intense pleasure. Your orgasm rushes through your body, but I don’t stop. I continue to pleasure you, prolonging your orgasm for what seems like an eternity. Finally I stop and your body relaxes, melting into the bed.

“Now it is MY turn.”

I tear the blindfold canlı bahis siteleri from your eyes. You blink at the bright light. But I don’t give you a chance to recover. “Suck my cock!” You come to me and taste me for the first time tonight. I grab two handfuls of your hair and pull you down on my thickness, forcing the head into your mouth. I use your mouth for my pleasure, fucking it, sliding your wet mouth up and down my hard shaft.

I pull out of your mouth and look into your eyes. “Lick my balls, and make it good.” You attack them with a passion, licking and sucking the smooth orbs while I enjoy the feeling.

When I am ready, I push you back down on your back. “Spread those sweet legs of yours and get ready to be fucked!” You immediately do as I say.

You are so wet, I know that there is no need to be gentle. I line the head of my cock up to your dripping hole and fully embed myself in one thrust. I grab your legs and lift them up to my shoulders as I kneel between them with my cock shoved deep into your pussy.

I then start to fuck you… hard! I pound you fast, the head of my stiff rod rubbing your g spot with each thrust. You writhe beneath me, but I am nowhere near cumming yet. I continue my assault on you until I run out of breath. I then lay down so that our chests are pressed together.

I grab your hair and pull you to me, all the time rocking in and out of you. We kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues. I suck your lower lip into my mouth and bite it. I feel my pleasure beginning to peak.

Thrusting harder, I shoot my thick, creamy load deep inside of you, filling you up with it. After a few more thrusts, I rise off of your chest and pull my softening rod from you.

The sight of your well-fucked pussy is amazing. I scoot down in the bed and place my mouth over your leaking cunt. By sucking and using my tongue, I coax my entire fresh load out of you. The taste of it mixed with your juices is wonderful.

When you are clean, I move my mouth up to your clit again. As I lick and suck your sensitive clit, I push two fingers into your still slick vagina. Pressing against your g spot with my fingers while sucking on your hard clit, you are soon overcome with pleasure. I tilt my head, using my forehead to press into your abdomen as I continue to lick your hard button. The combination of the clitoral stimulation, the internal ministrations and the external pressure cause you to cum hard, squirting clear fluid out to splash upon my sweaty chest.

When your orgasm subsides, I move up to kiss you gently. You can taste our combined juices on my lips. We fall asleep, side by side.

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