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I was always the outspoken one in class. Never could it be said that a teacher was safe from my scathing sarcasm, especially if that teacher happened to be male, and rather full of himself. From the first day that I walked into my biology class, I knew that we were like oil and water. He was Mr. Macho, and I was little Ms. Feminism. Unfortunately, he was also my teacher and held my perfect scholastic record in his beefy palm. This didn’t stop me from calling him on his blatant sexism.

I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Jessica Chancery. I am a five foot tall 18 year old that weighs around 98 pounds and has green eyes and long, thick red hair. The teacher I’m discussing is Mr. Thomas Pearl, 12th grade biology teacher and football coach. He also announced to us that he was a member of the National Guards. He is around six foot tall, probably around 200 pounds, bulky with brown eyes and hair.

As I said before, I was outspoken (read, smart ass) in class. I liked challenging my teachers as much as they liked challenging me. Mr. Pearl was a little different. He could really infuriate me. He was always playing up the whole men are the breadwinners and women are the bread makers thing. As a child of the 90s, I was hardly impressed and considering that my mother happened to be just as successful as my father, well I took it personally. So it became my mission güvenilir bahis siteleri to catch all of his machismo and call him on every nauseating instance. It kept me distracted from how his eyes felt like they burned into me every time he looked at me.

The day all of it changed, seemed like any other. I’d woken up that morning and prepared myself for another enlightening day at high school. I dressed in one of my favorite outfits; a tight gray pinstriped vest that buttoned up leaving only minor glimpse of cleavage, well worn boot leg jeans, lacy panties and push up bra, and a pair of short heeled “granny” boots. My hair was loosely piled up on top of my head and I wore only the lightest hint of makeup. I grabbed my book bag and headed to school.

It was a crisp October day, and I walked to school thinking of how much I loved fall. Classes moved swiftly, and I soon found myself in final period with Mr. Pearl. His eyes grazed me as I took my seat at the battered black topped table that served as a desk. Class moved along, we were preparing for the following week’s dissection of a fetal pig. More or less uneventful, until we were idly chatting during the last 10 minutes of class. Mr. Pearl made an entirely revolting comment on how men were the natural choices for defenders of our great country. Before I could stop myself, I called him on it. canlı bahis siteleri Asking if he really felt that women shouldn’t answer the call to work in the military? After making another rather sexist comment, I muttered, or so I thought, “Bullshit.”

“Ms. Chancery, stay after class.” Mr. Pearl commanded. So much for my muttering, I thought.

The bell rang and everyone filed out, a few of the girls dawdled, giggling goodbye to Mr. Pearl (Did I mention that the other young ladies in my class seemed enamored by the boor?). Soon it was just the two of us. He sat on a table in front of my own, and for a few silent moments we just stared at each other. One to never agree with silence, I stood up and started ranting that I shouldn’t have said what I said, but I had felt provoked by his comments. I stood in front of him, wagging my finger as I listed the reasons that I shouldn’t be punished for defending my opinions.

Out of nowhere, his arm reached out and pulled me to him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and my legs were situated in the V of his legs. I raised my face to his, about to ask him what he thought he was doing when he silenced me. His lips were gentle at first, sliding over mine. My heart beat faster as he started nibbling on my bottom lip, before taking my mouth fully with his own. I gasped, having never been kissed before, and his tongue bahis firmaları invaded me. I pressed my chest against his, tilting my head to accommodate his ministrations. The room was silent aside from our breathing and an occasional moan or gasp.

One of these gasps came when I was sliding my hands up his legs to his thighs, my hand brushed against his hardness and he gasped against my lips. I liked having that effect on him, so I pressed into his erection with my palm. My efforts were rewarded with a moan.

There was a rapping on the door to the class. I pulled back, thankful that the door was down a small hallway and the only view from the door was of the lectern. Mr. Pearl, hopped from the desk and strode quickly to his desk as our principal Mr. Wallace walked in the room. Seeing a member of the National Honor Society in a classroom after school seemed to shock him at first.

“Ms. Chancery is helping me prepare some of the dissections for the other classes. I am going to be helping her with her science fair project as well, so she will be staying after school for a few weeks at least.” Mr. Pearl answered, before Mr. Wallace could form the question.

“Actually, you said I might help you do some grading during lunch period too, Mr. Pearl,” I offered, as though reminding him of some arrangement.

“Yes, yes, very good, Jessica.” Mr. Wallace dismissed me with a wave of his hand. “I have something to discuss with Mr. Pearl, good-bye.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Pearl,” I said, licking my lips. I gathered my things and left the classroom. I wondered just what would happen tomorrow.

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Author’s Note: Relatively long build-up for this. Hopefully you can hang in there and enjoy the end! I was trying to capture the nervous thought process that often goes along with that first time.

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In the fall of 1991 Tiffany was finally in her senior year of college. She sat at her desk at her on-campus job, handing out keys to the antiquated lockers that filled the school gym changing rooms, and allowed herself to reminisce.

17 years of school! Well, at least it would be when she was done with this one. The thought both excited and terrified her. She couldn’t wait to be done with classes and out in the “real world” but was also worried that her hell-bent approach to school and her race to adulthood was going to catch up with her at some point.

“You need to go out more,” her dad would tell her regularly.

“Do some dating, have some fun,” her mom would tell her in confidence.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to have fun. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to get out and do some dating. Something that her parents had conveniently forgotten was that she was the one footing the bill for school, not them, and college didn’t cost $400 a year anymore. Without this job and her job over the summer she might end up having to take out a loan and that was something she really didn’t want to do.

So she sat, mindlessly writing down names and ID numbers next to the locker number she handed them.

“Hey, Tiff,” a voice called out from behind her.

“Hey, Ty,” she responded without even turning around. She didn’t need to. Tyler was her co-manager at the gym. They had met two years prior, both sophomores and both assigned to this job as part of the work-school program they had enrolled in to help cut costs. The only thing that was strange about the situation was that they were still there, at the same jobs for what would most likely be 3 full years.

The college they attended was known for its business program and part of the work-school curriculum was getting “business experience” around the campus. Under normal circumstances students would switch jobs on a semester-to-semester basis. In the case of Tiffany and Tyler they each got this job and seemingly slipped through the cracks. Well, maybe they slipped through the cracks, maybe it is just that they did such a good job and nobody wanted to see things change.

Even as sophomores just starting in the department each could see the total disorganization and mismanagement of the entire fitness department. The athletic department was run fine, most likely as it was a revenue generating operation. The fitness department wasn’t really run at all. As it was deemed to be a “student service” and a necessary evil of running a college, people were just kind-of allowed to come and go. In turn, they ended up having periodic issues with theft, vandalism and employee absences that turned a student service into an administrative headache. Tiffany and Tyler took the challenge head on, instituting a more formal sign-in/out process, hiring additional help for maintenance and security and instituting hard-and-fast schedules for all employees. What resulted was a system and setup that rivaled any of the newer health centers in the area, so much so that they were even given approval to institute a paid membership plan to area residents that even allowed the facility to break even with costs and improve its social standing in the community. Everything put together meant that, at 22 (Tiffany) and 21 (Tyler) years old, the normal setup of “organized-semi-paid-labor-that-was-just-used-to-fill-a-couple-of-administrative-and-filing-positions-around-the-campus” was disregarded and the duo was getting actual business experience.

Though, her parents cautionary tales aside, she enjoyed what she was doing and what they had done and was mostly happy.

Still, it might be nice to get laid.

Yes, women think about sex like guys do.

“Here you go, locker 812. Men on the right.” Tiffany handed a key to a gym patron who thanked her and moved on their way.

Christ, she couldn’t believe her train of thought had so quickly gotten away from her. It wasn’t as if anything about her job made her particularly horny.

She was late in losing her virginity as she had not actually lost it yet. There were opportunities in high school when she had a couple of relatively steady boyfriends who claimed to be up to the task but she also claimed to be not “ready” for sex yet. Sure, they had messed around, having those so-called “anything-but” relationships, but a virgin is a virgin. She hadn’t had any serious suitors since then and the next thing she knew she was about to graduate without ever having had “done the deed.” Yes, she was interested in guys. Yes, it seemed that guys were interested in her. It just hadn’t happened. It was depressing to think about so, in general, she didn’t. She pushed it to the back of her mind. But sometimes, especially at the gym when she had time to let her mind go, she did think about it. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. The thought of it was almost all consuming. Her nipples went güvenilir bahis hard, her breath went shallow, a tingle went down her spine, she most definitely got wet. When Tiffany was by herself she could give into the temptation of her hormones. She wasn’t above satisfying herself. It was the desire to be with someone that was causing her the most irritation. There was something lacking in getting herself off. Physically, she was okay. Emotionally, she needed more.

“How’s it going today?” Tyler’s inquiry broke into her thought process.

“Pretty good. A bit slow. Why are you here so early?”

Tiffany and Tyler, in taking over the gym, had worked out a schedule where, for the most part during the week, she was there first thing in the morning and then around dinner time. He was there around lunch and at night. It worked out for both of them. She tended to be more of a morning person. He loved to work out at night after the gym was closed to the public and he had the place to himself. They sometimes worked together on the weekends and otherwise each had a key to come and go as they pleased. The only “rule” was that they were not to go in the pool alone; however Tiffany was pretty sure that Tyler had broken that rule on more than one occasion.

“Something I need to talk to you about, actually.” Tyler sat himself down next to Tiffany and laid out his case. “I have a group project due at the end of the semester for Statistics and everyone wants to meet after class.”

Tiffany knew that he had Statistics a total of 3 nights a week and often spent a significant amount of time over the weekend working on his homework. Translation: she was sure this was a big deal.

“So, you want me to take over your night shift on Monday and Friday?” Neither of them worked on Tuesday or Wednesday. Student employees worked more weekend hours as it was assumed they would not have class on Saturday and Sunday, homework be damned.

“Yes. But actually I was hoping that we could switch schedules totally for the rest of the semester.”

“The whole semester? Yikes. Big project I guess. Uhm, well… uhm, okay… I mean I guess I could.”

Tyler could sense the hesitation in her voice. “You don’t want to. I get it. It’s a big deal. Okay. Let me see if I can talk to the group and see if we can meet some other time.”

“No. That’s crazy. I am sure everyone chose that because that is when schedules actually line up and you will already be together. I am sure I will be fine.”

“Fine?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, you’re gonna’ laugh. Not a big deal.”

“Tiff, seriously, what is it?”

Tiffany actually laughed out loud for a second before opening up and telling him what it is.

“It’s just that I have never been here by myself at night before. The thought of it kinda’ freaks me out.”

She expected Tyler to laugh at her or at least tell her that she was crazy and it wasn’t a big deal.

He did neither.

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t even think about that. I could see where that might be an issue.”

Tiffany was surprised… and somewhat touched. She and Tyler had developed a friendly relationship over the last couple of years but this was still the first time they had an exchange like this.

“Well, hey,” he continued, “the project isn’t even supposed to start until next week. What would you think about switching up informally right now. I will come back for the night shift tonight and Friday anyhow and hang out while you get the feel of things. If you still don’t feel comfortable with it then I will talk to my group.”

His proposal was sweet and there was no reason not for her to at least give it a chance. Tiffany agreed and they exchanged a friendly hug to seal the deal.

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That evening, true to his word, Tyler didn’t even wait till the end of the evening shift. He sat with her the entire time as they did all of the standard work and he started explaining the closing procedures to her. He walked with her every step of the way as far as checking that all of the lights were off, rooms were cleared and alarms were armed. It was during that process that she got one of her bigger surprises.

As they were walking through the women’s locker room, the first of the two they had to check, Tyler asked her to hold up for a second as they were going down the faculty and staff aisle of lockers. Tyler pulled a key out from the lanyard around his neck and opened one of the lockers. The bag he pulled out, Tiffany recognized, was his own.

“Uhm…?”

She couldn’t even get a sentence out of her mouth as Tyler swiftly swung the locker door shut, gave her a wink and a grin and turned towards the exit.

Tiffany stood there dumbfounded while her friend, backpack slung over one shoulder, yellow and blue rugby shirt tucked into faded blue jeans that were rolled at the bottom, just simply walked away.

“Tyler! What the hell?!”

“What the hell, indeed! Are you just going to stand there all night?”

Tiffany took a few bounding running steps and caught up with canlı bahis her friend before they even got to the exit.

“You have a locker in the women’s locker room?”

“Uhm, yeah,” he responded with exaggerated sarcasm, “don’t you?”

“Tyler, what the hell is going on?”

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

They made a final run around the women’s room, making sure all the lights were turned off before exiting and entering the mens.

“Yes,” Tyler explained as he opened the door Tiffany, “I keep a locker in the women’s locker room. I don’t think I even need to explain why.”

The smell was the first thing that hit her. It was a combination of mildew and old sweat. Throw in what smelled like rotting paper and the overall effect was nauseating.

“Simply put,” Tyler said after seeing Tiffany’s visual revulsion, “I am not ashamed to admit that I use the women’s locker room because the guys locker room is gross.”

They walked through the locker room and saw trash laying around, a sink with the water still on and lockers hanging open with old, abandoned clothing hanging out of them. The worst part, by far though, was still the smell.

“You weren’t kidding. This is disgusting. But, the women’s locker room? Don’t the women in the locker room mind?”

“Please. I workout almost exclusively at night, after everyone is gone. I am completely by myself in the entire building let alone the locker room. Nobody ever knows I am here. Are you saying you care?”

She thought about it for only half a second before responding “No, I don’t care. You just caught me by surprise. Maybe I will start using the guys locker room. I have always wanted to catch a communicable disease.” She explained to him how when opening the locker rooms in the morning she had always noticed a little smell but didn’t realize just how bad it was at night, before maintenance cleaned everything up.

They both laughed as they continued their rounds. They straightened up what they could here and there but fortunately the responsibility for cleaning was not theirs. Unfortunately, that would be the job of the custodians that started around 4am.

After about 30 minutes going around the facility and marking off a checklist, everything was done and they locked up.

“Same time again on Friday,” Tyler asked as they said their goodbyes at the outside door.

“See you then,” replied Tiffany. It wasn’t so bad afterall.

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Friday came and went. In fact the next 3 or 4 weeks came and went. As Tiffany soon found out, it wasn’t that big of a deal for her to close up the gym. The doors were in a well lit section of campus. There were always people around outside as it was near the Student Union, she almost came to enjoy the routine of the evening shutting down the facility. Tyler still thanked her profusely whenever they worked together on the weekend. They still had a good relationship as friends and coworkers. In fact, for whatever reason, they seemed to have gotten a little bit closer since the switch happened.

Everything was pretty great. That is, until around early December when the snowstorm hit.

For the most part, it was well prepared for. Meteorologists had predicted early in the day that it was going to hit right around 5pm so the school was proactive and shut down everything at 1pm. All “non-residential and non-essential facilities were to be closed” said the email that went out.

Of course, email was only good if you had a computer connected for email… which, in 1991, the gym did not have.

It was 2pm when Tiffany’s shift was supposed to end. She had been somewhat surprised by the overall lack of visitors (ie, none had been in the gym in almost 2 hours) but was so caught up with school work and prep for exams that she didn’t think too much of it. When her replacement didn’t show she figured they were just late. When she finally went to check out the exit door at 4pm she was greeted by an unwelcome sight, an almost complete and total whiteout. So, she called the facilities department. They explained the situation and informed her that while they could try to send out a truck to get her, it would most likely be better for everyone to just wait it out. The news didn’t leave her too concerned. It wasn’t like she was stuck in her car or outside in the middle of nowhere. She figured if she really needed to she still could walk back to the dorms. Alone in the gym, her home away from home, might actually be kinda fun.

It wasn’t fun.

The television and radio reception were nonexistent.

There was only so much homework and studying she could do before getting spooked by various little noises she heard around her.

It was at 9pm when the heat went off in the building, having been programmed from a central facility outside of her building. The concrete block building she was in soon went from just spooky to spooky and cold. She could see why Tyler liked working out at night as the building was cool and he wouldn’t overheat… though she was not Tyler. She walked around the facility for a little while but soon got bahis siteleri disturbed by the unnerving quiet around her. She thought about hopping onto a treadmill but couldn’t muster the enthusiasm for doing so. She considered going into the pool but understood that would just make her even more cold unless she put in a hard workout.

It was the pool that made her think about it, something she often liked to do after a swim workout.

Sauna.

Tiffany made her way back to the women’s locker room and chuckled to herself as she got undressed, neatly folding and hanging her garments in her locker as if she wasn’t the only one around. One of the projects that she and Tyler had been working on was getting an electrician to come in and put a timer on the mens and womens saunas, saving some electricity while they were not in use. The men’s was already completed. In the meantime, as long as there was electricity, there was heat in the women’s sauna. So, one bit of good luck she had today was that there was no wait. She didn’t have a bath towel with her to wrap up in and there was zero chance she was going to run back naked into the cold office to get one, so instead she grabbed a few paper towels from the sinks to sit on and figured it was just another bold step for being alone that night.

Walking into the wood paneled room, the heat immediately hit her and felt incredible on her cool skin. The goose-bumps that had intensified moments before while getting undressed did not disappear in an instant, but no longer had an almost painful feel to them. She put the paper towels down on the bench, sat on them, put her arms up on the bench behind her and closed her eyes. Maybe her predicament wasn’t so bad at all.

In hindsight she had been in the room probably about 4-5 minutes and had just really relaxed when she thought she heard something beyond the door. When nothing happened again for a few moments she tossed the idea aside and figured it was just random building noises. A few minutes later the door to the sauna flew open and a male figure, completely nude other than his face covered by the shirt he was still trying to pull over his head, burst into the room in a jerky, hurried manner.

Tiffany screamed.

The figure, startled by the scream, dropped his hands immediately and covered his exposed genitals, his head and face were still covered by the shirt he had been unable to fully remove.

“What are you doing in here?!” Tiffany shrieked as she too tried to use her hands to cover her breasts and pubic area. “This is the women’s room!”

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The figure stood dead still for a moment before lifting one hand from covering his penis and began hastily pulling at the shirt. The shirt put up a fight and when one hand didn’t do the trick he used both hands, shaking his body so aggressively in the process that his penis danced and jumped about in the hot, dry air.

“Get the hell out of here,” Tiffany continued in the bravest voice she could muster but still physically frozen in her seat, “and stop trying to take your shirt off!”

The figure was making a couple of grunting noises at that point and, from her point of view, Tiffany could see that the person literally could not get the shirt over his head. If it wasn’t so scary in the moment it probably would have been comical. Then, amid the grunts, mumbled profanity and exaggerated movements, the figure stopped, the air stood still and an inquisitive, sheepish voice asked out to its audience.

“Tiff? Is that you?”

The dead silence went back into effect as Tiffany processed the sounds of the voice over her own heartbeat that was pounding in her ears.

“Tyyyyylllleeerrrr?” Her response back was long and drawn out, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing and seeing.

“Yes, it’s Tyler. Tiff? That’s you? Can you help me?”

There was practically panic in his voice as he asked.

In the immediate moment, all aspects of the situation went out the window. They were not in the sauna, they were not in the women’s locker room, they were not in the gym, they were not nude. Her friend needed her help.

Tiffany got up off the bench and walked over to him. “Tyler, what are you doing here?”

He instinctively put out his arms as he heard her walking to him and was able to reach and grab onto her shoulders before she could even process what was going on.

“Oh, my God,” he replied as he pulled her directly into him and wrapped her up in a hug, “I can’t believe you are here.”

His chest was heaving and his skin was clammy and ice cold. Tiffany felt her nipples immediately harden at his touch. Her brain was telling her that she should probably wriggle herself out of his grip though her heart was saying the opposite, the little voice telling her to let Tyler calm down first… even if they were nude.

Tiffany figured out that the problem with the shirt was Tyler had forgotten to undo enough buttons on the thick-cotton rugby shirt and was unable to figure out how to do it now with it inside out and pulled across his face. She calmed him down with her voice and used her fingers to release the offending rubber disk button before he finally yanked the shirt off himself. Tyler then immediately stepped away and around her and laid himself, face down, on the hot wooden bench.

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How did I get myself into this situation? My goodness Debbie, this is so dangerous for your marriage. I’m going to motel on the other side of town to be with a new, high school virgin boy to have sex with. How crazy is that?

Well, I do know how I got this far. First, I had a sexual awakening with a young, handsome photographer at his studio while shooting some boudoir photos for my husband. It was mind-blowing sex unlike anything I’d experienced. Then, Richard, the photographer tricked me into having sex with his virgin, high school-age brother, Vincent. That experience with the young man taught me that when I get horny, I’ll do things my friends would never suspect. In fact, I’m horny most of the time since my sexual awakening last month. I even had sex my hot neighbor. It’s best you read the previous stories I’ve written to see how my life has changed.

Let me describe myself. I’m a thirty-five-year-old housewife. I jog and do yoga to keep fit. People say I’m attractive. Men hit on me often. I enjoy being feminine. My blonde hair falls to my shoulders. I’m medium height with a slim build. My husband, Jim, and I have been happily married for over twelve years. Before my love making with Richard, the very sexy photographer, I had no complaints about our sex life. Jim had been the only man I’d had sex with. Now, I realize just having no complaints doesn’t mean I’ve had real pleasure. That’s two very different ways of being. I have a great family life with two great kids and a successful husband. That, I don’t want to change. But I’m driven to fulfill these new sexual appetites in secret. I know it’s a sin, but I just can’t stop and frankly don’t want to.

The last time Vincent, the high school boy I’ve been teaching sex with, came over to my house, he surprised me by saying he wanted me to have sex with his best friend. He’s a virgin like Vincent was before I had sex with him. I was shocked and tried to wriggle out of it. He implied, but not directly, that he might expose our relationship. Even without coming out and saying it, I knew that meant telling my husband. That of course would kill my marriage. I’m pretty sure, Vincent was bluffing because he wouldn’t want to stop our sex sessions. But I love my husband so much and our great family life together, to risk it.

At the Motel Room

I chose this motel room because it was bigger than most. I didn’t want just a bed and a bathroom. There’s a small sitting area with a sofa and a small table with a couple of chairs beside the kitchenette. Not the Beverly Hills Hilton but not a shabby hook-up place either. It’s on the ground floor with parking outside the door. As an added precaution, I got a room at the back of the building where my car can’t be seen. I closed the drapes and put on the lights for maximum privacy. Of course, I paid cash when I checked in.

The first time I talked with Vincent’s young friend on the phone a couple of days ago, he was very shy. This morning when he called for the address and room number of the motel, he seemed much more confident. The little brat even told me to wear a skirt and blouse. Of course, I agreed. I bought a cute, light pink panty and bra set with a shear see-though triangle of mesh at the crotch. You can easily see through to the camel-toe notch of my girlie parts. Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I got a surge of adrenaline thinking about the sexual experience ahead. Sweet mother, I’m becoming such a tart. The only skirt I have is a plain black one that has a conservative hem down almost to my knees. The blouse is white satin with white, pearl buttons down the front. You can see my bra under it, slightly. It all looks a bit business-like, but a skirt is what the young man wants.

So, here I am, a grown married woman, at a motel room waiting for a young man, named Brent, to knock. I’ve been getting hornier by the minute visualizing him stripped down naked and fantasizing about touching his inexperienced young body. I know he’ll remember this day for the rest of his life, losing his virginity. I certainly remember when I lost mine. I’ll make his a great experience. But, dammit, I’ll make it a great life-long experience to remember for me too. Fair’s fair. This is 2018.

Brent’s viewpoint.

Wow, I can’t believe this is really going to happen. I’m going to have sex with a real woman. And she is such a babe. Vinny gave me some nude photos of her that he took at his brother’s studio. My god, I’ve been stoking off to them for weeks. She even agreed to wearing a blouse and skirt just like my hot English teacher.

I’m eighteen and still a fucking virgin and going to college in the fall. What a downer. But after today that’s history thanks to my best friend Vinny.

Here I am at the door to room 10. It’s on the ground floor. The big window in the front has the drapes pulled shut. I can’t see in. I hope she’s in there. What a crusher if she backed out. But Vinny says she’s hot for sex with young guys. What the fuck, here goes.

Debbie’s viewpoint.

There’s the knock at the door. My kaçak iddaa heart just jumped. Sounds a bit weak. I bet he’s a bit panicky like when I lost my virginity.

“Hi Brent. Come on in.”

He steps through the doorway. I close the door. He looks down shyly and says sweetly, “Hello, Mrs. Leonard.”

While he’s looking down, I’ll check him out. Thank goodness he’s tall. I was worried he’d be tiny. That would have been kinky. He’s in a blue button-up long sleeve shirt with dark slacks. That’s so sweet. By not wearing teen blue jeans, he’s trying to look older. He’s slim built with a pleasant looking face of a nerd. Not a lot of need to shave. That’s quite fine. I didn’t want to wrestle with a testosterone-fueled football jock. He has his hands clasped in front of his pants, so I can’t see his package.

“Come sit in this chair at the table, Brent. Let’s get to know each other a bit. And don’t call me Mrs. Leonard. I’m Debbie. Okay?”

“Sure, Okay… Debbie.”

Brent

Fuck, I wish I wasn’t so nervous. But she is so hot, even hotter than her pictures. I can smell her flowery perfume across the table. My dick has shrunk to nothing. Oh fuck, will I be able to get it up? I shouldn’t be nervous. She even wore the skirt I asked. She wants it. I’ll keep saying that to myself. She wants it. She wants it.

Debbie

My word, he’s such a bundle of nerves. Better help him out. Relax him.

“Brent, give me your hand.” He slides his hand across the table, palm down. I put mine over it and look over at him. Gradually he looks up into my eyes.

I smile and say, “Your hand’s a bit cold. You know what they say, “Cold hands, warm heart.” That should convey the right message to his foggy, teen brain. Good , he just gave a smile of recognition.

“Tell me a bit about yourself, Brent. Interests, hobbies, girlfriends, that kind of thing.”

“Sure, okay. I’m kind of interested in films and movies. That’s how Vinny and I became friends, taking a film studies course. I want to be a director someday. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never really hung out with girls too much. I lined up Amanda to go to the prom but that’s because we live on the same block and she needed a prom date too. But I’m not gay. No way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Well Brent, you sound like an interesting person.” He breaks into a big smile. “By the way, why did you ask me to wear a blouse and dress? I’m curious.” He looks down shyly at our hands, still joined. “No, really, no problem, I’d just like to know.”

A big pink blush lights up his cheeks. “Well, to tell you the truth, I’ve got a crush on for my English teacher who wears a blouse and skirt most days. But, you’re much hotter than her.”

“Thanks, Brett. That’s so nice of you to say. I just bet you think about her when you’re masturbating in your room at night.” He freezes and then nods, yes. “That’s perfectly normal Brent. Sometimes, I pleasure myself when I get horny. It’s all perfectly normal.”

I stand up. “Brett, turn your chair a bit so you can look at me. That’s right, just sit like that.”

Brent

She faces me with her hands joined behind her back. Jeez, she is fucking incredible, standing there in the sexy blouse and skirt. I can hardly breathe.

“Yes, Brett take a really good look at me. That’s good. All the way up and down. I love it.”

I can see her lift her chest up to show off her breasts. Wow, I can see her hard nipples though the white silky material. My dick is thickening.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Jeez, can I? Yes. Oh yes.”

She steps close and I put my cold hand on the smooth cloth over her firm warm thigh. Pinch me, I’m in heaven. There is a small indentation in the cloth where her thighs meet her torso. I’ve stared at that area on Miss. Iverson’s skirt and wondered what was under there. Is it possible, I’ll see that today?

“I bet when she turned around like this to write on the blackboard, you and the other boys would check out her ass. Right? I SAID, right Brett.”

“Yes, I, I mean we, used to check out her ass.” My god, her ass is so sweet in that black skirt. I can see the bulge of each ass-cheek and her crack.

She backs up towards me and says, “Why don’t you feel my bum, Brett. I’d like that.”

I reach up and put the ends of my fingers on one side.

“No, Brent, give it a good feel with both hands.”

She bends at her waist and I take a full handful of ass in each hand. It feels even better than I’d fantasized all those nights thinking of my English teacher’s bum. Debbie’s fits so well in my hands. It’s firm but with a feminine softness. I close my eyes and swim in the pleasure of the touch.

“You know Brent, she knew you guys were hot for her. That’s a turn on for her. It’s a turn on for all women to have men appreciate their sexuality. That’s why we dress up, use makeup, and have sexy hair styles. It turns me on too that you like looking at me and touching me. Keep feeling my bottom, Brent. I love it.” My heart is leaping for illegal bahis joy as I knead her flesh.

She turns and looks down at me, so close her knees touch mine. I look up into her pretty face. Holy shit, she’s unbuttoning her blouse.

“I bet you were thinking about what was under your teacher’s blouse. Am I right?”

“Yes, I sure was.” Thank you, thank you, thank you Vinny.

Debbie

This is so much fun, slowly stripping for the cute guy. I’m sure he’s never seen a nude woman. Look at the way his eyes are drilled into my hands undoing my top button. My pussy is starting to hum. I love the lusty look in his eyes as he gets turned on. I’ll undo all the buttons, so he can see my pink lace bra.

I bet your teacher wears sexy bras like this one under her blouse. It would make her feel sexy around all you good looking guys. Do you want to see my matching panties?” He nods yes, enthusiastically. I bend and hold the hem of my skirt with both hands and slowly pull it up revealing my sexy, pink lace panties. A wave of feminine odor wafts up from my pulsating, wet pussy. He gives, a groan when they come into view. He gazes intently at my crotch. I move closer with a leg on each side of one of his. This parts my knees and I know he sees the see-though mesh and the clear view of the camel-toe notch of my sex. My knee is just inches from his crotch where I spot a nice size snake getting bigger. He licks his lips hungrily, instinctively.

“Have you ever touched a girl’s sex, Brent?”

“No Mrs…, I mean Debbie.”

“Go ahead. You have my permission. Touch me.”

I can hear my breath come in pants as his hand moves towards my crotch.

Brent

Fuck, I can see her slit through that webbing part. The panties are so sexy. Her legs are parted and I can see a triangle of light shining from behind. I guess that’s were I’m supposed to feel her.

“That’s good Brent. Lift your whole hand up and feel my pussy. Oh, yes. Just like that.”

“The crotch of her panties is hot and damp. I can feel her slit and pussy lips through the silky material. Holly shit. This is great. Whoa, she’s taking my hand from her pussy and pulling me up and over to the sofa. We sit close. Her arm is over my shoulder. Her blouse is still unbuttoned and open. I can see a hint of her nipples through the shear material.

“This is a lot more comfortable. My goodness Brent you were getting me really worked up there. You are so manly. Let me give you a thank you kiss.”

“She kisses me on the lips. I’m not good at this. I don’t know what to do. Thank god it was quick.”

She whispers into my ear, “I’m just going to nuzzle my face here by your ear. When you’re with a girl real close and alone like this, you can explore her body. Just keep going until she says stop. Girls love to be touched. It’s natural and good. Of course, no means no but here now you and me are in a yes time.”

Her eyes are closed and facing behind my head. The hem of her skirt is halfway up her tightly closed thighs. I slip the hand behind her back to her bum. She gives a murmur of approval. I reach my other hand around her front and cup her other ass-cheek. She gives a husky moan as I massage her firm bum. I look down at the cleavage in her bra. Her tits are calling me. I lift my hand up and cup her bra and the incredible breast within. I’m watching my hand feel her tit. Fuck, what a horny sight.

In a feminine voice she says, “Yes, baby. That feel so good. There’s a clasp at the front to open the bra if you want.”

Do I want? Hell yes. I loosen the clasp and her snow-white breast spills out. I feel her breast, skin-on-skin. It is softer than silk. Oh my god, its amazing. Fuck, my boner I sideways and hurting like crazy. Better fix it. Ahhh, that’s better. Back to the boob. Now the other one. Two handfuls of tits, I’m in guy heaven.

“Oh Brent, you’re making me crazy.”

You don’t know what crazy is, lady. I’m fucking vibrating. She’s kissing my neck as I feel her up. That’s crazy making. She loves me groping her. Wow, she just spread her knees and the skirt went up her thighs a few inches. Like she said, I should keep on going until she says to stop.

Debbie

His hand is going for my crotch just like I’d hoped. He’s feeling on the outside of my skirt. I’ll close my legs and play a bit hard to get, then boost his ego.

“Oh Brent, you naughty boy, feeling me there. My goodness, you’re really turning me on.”

I’ll close my knees, put my hand over his to stop it moving, but still in place. “Let me think about this. It’s all going so fast for me. Brent, I don’t know if I can go further?” He freezes in place and I sense he’s holding his breath, not knowing if I’ll stop his fantasy. I let go his hand, “No, sorry, I just had a rush of guilt. You’re just too hot. I can’t stop. Just be gentle with me.”

He digs his fingers into my crotch again through the skirt. My pussy is yearning to be touched. I spread my knees and feel the hem of my skirt ride higher on my thighs. Hopefully that’s enough bahis siteleri of a signal for him dive his hand under. I don’t want to spread them too wide. That might spook the young man if he sees a mature woman’s strong lust.

Brent

I can’t believe she just said that. That gives me a full go ahead. Holy shit. Her breathing into my ear is such a turn-on. Her legs are parting. Should I wait for her to tell me to touch her pussy under her skirt? No, she said all was okay. She liked it before. I’ll lift her skirt up first to see her panties. Wow, I just got a blast of sweet, musky odor. That must be from her pussy. Fuck, my cock just started twitching. Gotta touch that pussy. Hmmm, her panty crotch is so hot and damp. Her legs are opening wider. She likes when I’m feeling it. She’s panting in my ear and moaning as I grope her girlie parts.

“It’s okay for you to put your hand inside my panties Brett.”

Sure, here goes. My first pussy. It’s so soft and the folds fit my fingers. This middle slit is so wet and slick.

She says firmly, “Stroke your fingers up and down my pussy, sweetheart. I love that. Oh, yes, just like that. Ahhh. Oh baby, yes. Take off my panties. Yes, right down and off. Touch me again like before. Yes. Ahhh. Yes.”

Wow, her hips are moving up and down with my hand motion. She’s purring into my ear.

Debbie

Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. My god, it’s huge. Better stifle my voice.

“Oh baby, ahhhh. Yes lover. Don’t stop. AAAAhhhhh. Ah. Ah. OHHHH, my god. MMMmmmmm. Stop Stop. Stop. It’s too intense. Too much sweetheart.” I clamp my legs together, trapping his into stopping. The sensation is too unbearably strong. Wow, what a great orgasm. I’ll kiss his hand in gratitude.

“Thank you baby. You just gave me a great orgasm. What can I do for you?”

“Can you take off your clothes?”

“Of course. First, I’ll take off my blouse and bra.” His eyes drill into my chest. “Do you like my titties, Brent?”

“They’re amazing.”

“Go ahead and feel them if you want. But first let me get out of my skirt.” I lift my bare bum and shimmy out of my skirt and toss it onto the end of the sofa. I’m totally naked sitting beside a fully-clothed, horny young man whose eating me with his eyes. “That’s the least I can do after you gave me such pleasure.”

I snuggle into his body and he’s quick to fondle my breasts with both hands. I look down the tent in front of Brett’s pants. First comes his shirt. I unbutton it. His hands on my breasts stop as he looks down at what I’m doing and the implications of stripping down. I run my hand over his lightly muscled chest.

“Relax, baby. It’s all good. Here let me help you with that shirt. Great, I’ll just put it over here with my skirt.” I snuggle against his naked chest and stroke his chest and abs slowly. “Your body feels really good.” I can feel his heart beating wildly as take a nipple between my fingers and give a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you just lie back and relax and enjoy while I explore.” He let’s go of my breasts and lays back obediently with his hands at his sides. “That’s right, just relax and let Debbie explore your handsome body.”

I lean over him and kiss the center of his chest with my hand on his stomach. I lean further and take his far nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue over it. I can hear a whimper of pleasure above me. My hand on his stomach slides down and over the tent in his pants. He groans loudly, and his knees pop up a few inches in the shock of the pleasure of my touch. I’m sure I’m the only woman to touch him there since puberty.

Brent

Holy fuck, she’s feeling my woody. The way she’s holding it and stroking, I can tell she knows her way around a cock. Shit, she’s cupping my balls so gently. Does that feel good or what? My dick is like steel. Wow, she’s unbuckling my belt. Oh my god, is my dick big enough? Will she laugh at it? I can feel it deflate. Oh no.

She purrs in a motherly tone, “Let Debbie, open Brent’s pants so she can feel his manhood.”

I avert my eyes to the ceiling as I hear my zipper being pulled down.

“Nice underwear, Brent. Very hot.”

Good thing I bought a new pair.

“Lift your ass sweetheart. I want to get these off you.”

I feel, first my pants and then my underwear and socks pulled down my legs and off. And I thought she’d be the shy housewife being blackmailed and used. Hmmm.

Debbie

What a sweet uncircumcised penis we have here. A very useful size. There just a skiff of light blonde pubic hair around the base and almost none on his ball-sack. It was rock hard when I felt it in his pants but now it’s soft. Best to boost his sense of manhood if I want a lusty fuck.

“Brent, you have such a beautiful penis. You’re a very lucky guy and the women in your life are going to be so lucky too.” I wrap my fist around the soft shaft. Let me kiss it.” I kiss the tip and lick the underside from the base back up to the tip. “Ummm. You taste so good.” I can feel the blood flow into the shaft, thickening it. “Brent, let’s go over to the bed where it’s more comfortable.” We stand side by side. “Brent, you are so tall. I have to look way up to look into your eyes. Women love being with a tall man. Give me a hug.”

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I turned eighteen in June, just before graduating from high school. I missed being valedictorian, which pissed me off, but being second in the class wasn’t too bad. I had been accepted at State University and had little to worry about until Fall. I wanted a summer job, and finally found one at Swanson’s groceries. This was an upscale store that held its own against our supermarket by having a good line of gourmet articles and very good service, which is where I came in. Many of its customers wanted their orders delivered. Their one van was busy a good part of the day, sometimes with bulky items, and they needed a means of quick delivery to people who needed something small at the last minute. I told them that I could do that very well on my bicycle, and after giving me a couple trial runs, they hired me.

The Flower Apartments constituted a large, two story building less than a mile from Swanson’s, and accounted for a good share of my work. It held about forty good-sized apartments, each with a balcony overlooking the big beds of flowers that made its name apropriate, and embraced a tennis court and a large swimming pool. After my first visit I made it a point always to use the entrance at the end of the pool where I could glance at the bikini-clad women lounging in the sun on long chairs. I wished I could inspect them much more closely.

One day, late in the afternoon, I was told to deliver two bottles of wine to a Ms. Carol Matthews at the Flower. On my way to her second-floor apartment I was disappointed at finding no bare skin at the pool, but was rewarded when she opened the door and let me in. She was wearing nothing but a bright yellow bikini. The top seemd kind of tight and did less than half the job of covering a pair of good-sized breasts, and the bottom was definitely skimpy. It went beautifully with her tanned skin and abundant, long yellow hair. She smiled, greeted me, and asked me to step in while she went for her purse. Another woman was seated in the sunny sitting room, similarly clothed but in black that went with her short, black hair. She nodded and smiled at me as I tried to avoid staring. Ms. Matthews returned with a dollar bill she handed me.

“That was fast,” she said. “Do you always come that quickly?”

“Whenever I can, miss,” I answered, studiously avoiding the urge to look down the space between her breasts as she stood close to me.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” she said. “what’s your name?”

I told her. After looking into my eyes for a long moment she said,

“Well, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, Paul.”

I thanked her warmly, and left.

Ms. Matthews occupied my thoughts as a I rode back to the store. She must be old, I thought, ages older than I, so why was she so fascinating? Why did she seem sexier than any of the high school girls I knew? What would it be like to hold her, to feel those ripe breasts? What could I see under that little bikini bottom? What was she going to do with all that wine? That night her image kept flashing before me as I stroked my prick, wondering what it could be like to have it inside a woman like that, and my prick answered with a gratifying ejaculation.

The next day Ms. Matthews called Swanson’s late in the day with a small order — crackers and cheese and another bottle of wine.

“It’s pretty late, Paul,” Mr. Swanson said, holding the telephone. “Shall I tell her she’ll have to wait to tomorrow?”

“No,” I told him. “I can do it on my way home.”

When she opened her door to me a few minutes later she was again wearing just a bikini, bright blue this time, a lovely contrast to the long, golden hair nearly covering its well filled top. She asked me to bring my package to the kitchen, saying,

“Oh, maybe it’s silly, but I just suddenly felt felt this urge for a snack and didn’t have a thing here.”

She spread out the contents.

“I’m so glad the store wasn’t closed and you could still come,” she said. “Do you have to go back now?”

I said I didn’t, and she invited me to sit down and share her snack. With a modest sign of reluctance, I did. She asked if I wanted some wine; just a sip, I told her. She poured considerably more than a sip, and we munched quietly for a minute. I had trouble knowing where to look. I wanted to stare at her half naked tits hanging over the table, or even admire her full, red lips, long eyelashes and the long yellow hair that streamed over her shoulders. She didn’t seem to have that problem. She gazed at me steadily, inquisitively. I felt I was being examined. And then the questions began. She wanted to know where I was in school, and seemed pleased that I had graduated. She wanted to know about my classes, and approved my choices. She asked about athletics, and said that I looked very fit. Then she asked about the girls in school, and I had more trouble being coherent. Did I go out with them? Yes. Did I have a special girlfriend? No. Was I popular with the girls? I didn’t think so, and she expressed surprise at that; she would have thought I was. I was getting uncomfortable. I certainly liked her interest in me, but wondered about my answers: were they the right ones, that is, would they make her even bahis siteleri more interested?

She finally stopped, acknowledging that really had asked for a lot of information, and volunteered some about herself. She’d gone to an educational college and taught in a high school for several years after she graduated. Two years ago she met an attractive and and well-off man who wooed her furiously, and they married; he bought the apartment she was living in now. They turned out to be not nearly as compatible as she had hoped. A year later she came home early from a trip and found him in bed with a neighbor. She had a witness with her (Carol, the woman I had seen with her the day before) who just happened to be carrying a camera and managed to get a good shot of her naked husband on top of her naked neighbor. The divorce was sure and quick and left her with this apartment and a comfortable income for the next three years.

All this was bewildering: that she would tell me so freely, almost gaily, this intimate and very adult story. When she finished she said,

“Well, now we know something of each other’s lives. I hope I haven’t bored you.”

“Lord, no,” I said, “it’s fascinating. But that must have been awful for you.”

“Well, yes and no,” she said. “I was pretty upset. I’d been a very good girl since the day we married — in spite of quite a few opportunities and, I might say, some strong temptations. But when that happened, it changed my views about sex. You shouldn’t just hold it all in and devote yourself to one person, if that’s not your nature. There are a lot of people out there, and some of them are very, very nice.”

She put her hand on my bare arm. “That’s enough philosophy for tonight! I think I better stop now.”

I thought so, too. It would take me a while to digest all that. I took my leave, reluctantly, and she seemed sad about my leaving, too.

I was disappointed the next day that Ms. Matthews didn’t place an order with us. I had the wild idea of going to see her anyway, but suppressed it. Instead I featured her that night, as I had the night before, in my jackoff fantasy. As always, what I and my imaginary companion actually did together was pretty obscure, but her presence was a great aid to my enjoyment.

She did call the next day, with some tiny order. I left as Mr. Swenson was closing.

“That Ms. Matthews likes to call late, doesn’t she?” he said. “What’s she like?”

“Oh, very nice,” I replied.

“You be careful there, boy,” he said. “The Flower is quite a place. I know, I used to deliver there in person. Some of those women…they’ll take your balls right off.”

“O.K.,” I answered, and left.

The bikini for today was black. I thought I like the colored ones better, but this was even smaller than they had been, and as I followed her into the kitchen the top of her ass crack was clearly visible above the oscillating cheeks. After unloading the small bag I had brought she invited me to sit down in one of the overstuffed easy chairs in the living room and she took another. She picked up a magazine beside her.

“Paul,” she said, “I like to keep up with what’s going on in the schools today, and there’s a very interesting article in here. It’s a survey of high school students, about their personal lives … well, in fact, about their sex lives. It’s really quite fascinating. Do you mind if I read you some of it?”

“No,” I answered, trying not to sound as excited as I was feeling.

“For example,” she said, “it says that all but fifteen percent of the students have had some sexual experience before entering high school, usually just by themselves. Seventy percent of the girls have masturbated, and ninety-eight percent of the boys! Does that sound right to you?”

“Well,” I answered slowly, “I don’t know about the girls, but as for the boys, I’m not surprised.”

“Oh, my,” she said, I wonder how they get them to talk so freely. Here…let’s do this. I’m an interviewer, and you’re a high school student. I’m going to ask you questions about your sex experiences, and you’re going to answer, freely and frankly. And don’t be embarassed, it’s all in the interest of science. O.K.?”

What could I say but “O.K.”? And I did, vividly aware of the hardon that was growing in my pants.

“All right, here’s the question about masturbation. Do you masturbate, Paul?”

“Yes, I do, ma’am,” I replied.

“Mm”, she uttered. “‘Ma’am’s all right for this scientific interview, but I want you to call me Carol the rest of the time, right? Now here’s the next question, When did you begin masturbating?”

“A long time ago,” I answered, “before I was eleven.”

“Oh, my. Next: How often do you masturbate now?”

I couldn’t answer that right away. She was playing some kind of game with me, and I didn’t know the rules. But she was having fun with it, so why shouldn’t I? And I answered, “Every chance I get.”

She stared at me. It looked like she was barely suppressing a broad smile. “All right,” she said, “Uhh … What other sexual experience have you had?”

“Well, none,” I answered.

“You have never had sex with another person?”

I sighed, canlı bahis “No, not really.” I wasn’t ready to tell her about Dan and me.

“‘Not really’? You mean, you’ve had something like sex with another person?”

“Well, sort of.”

“If this is going to be a sincere interview, you should tell me exactly what kind of sex you have had.:

“Well, I have this friend, and we have…uh…handled each other.”

“You mean you masturbated anoher boy, and he masturbated you?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“How many times have you done that?”

“Maybe a dozen.”

“And when did you start, and when was the last time you did that?”

“Oh, we started about a month ago, and the last time was…uh…last Thursday, I guess.”

“Oh! Do you plan to continue this…affair?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He left town to go to a summer school, out of state..”

“You poor boy. You’re on your own now, it seems. Did you masturbate after he left?”

“Yes.”

“When was the last time?”

“This morning.”

“Ooh…What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“Different things. I imagine someone with me…a girl.”

“But I gather you’ve never had sex with a girl.”

“That’s right.”

“Have you wanted to?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You want to have sex with a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Or, should I say, with a woman?”

It was getting harder for me to answer, but I managed “Yes.”,

There was a long pause. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

I didn’t pause, but croaked out “Yes!”

“Well,” she said, putting the magazine aside, “I guess the interview is over. This scientist has learned all she needs to know. Follow me.”

She opened another door and I followed her, with some pain from the hard penis jammed against my pants, into a large, dimly lighted room whose main features were a long, elaborately mirrored dresser and a great, big bed. She turned, came close, and put her hands on my shoulders.

“This really will be your first time, Paul?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly.

“Don’t be. It’s going to be lovely. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Do you know how to kiss?”

“I think so,” I replied, weakly.

“Let’s see,” she said, and put her lips on mine. I put my arms around her waist and she pressed her body against me. Her lips opened and her tongue slid out and parted mine. It was delicious. I pressed back with my tongue and they played together, my lips and mouth tingling.

She broke off and said, “Pretty good. Now take off your shirt.”

I did.

“Now, take off my suit top.”

I embraced her again and reached for whatever held that skimpy top together. Amazingly I found it, fumbled for a little with some kind of catch, and released it. The whole thing fell to the floor. She came close and touched my chest with her released breasts. She moved from side to side and I could feel her nipples graze mine, which sprang to a totally unaccustomed alertness.

After a minute of this she backed off and said, “You must take off those shoes, Paul. And your socks.”

I bent over and did that as quickly as I could, even while looking up at her flat belly and those beautiful, spherical boobs with their now pointed tips. I stood up. She put her hands to my waist and unbuckled by big leather belt, found the zipper in my fly, pulled it down, and pulled my jeans down to my feet. My cock was trying to poke through my jockey shorts. She put her hands on the waistband and, pulling hard, got it over the end of my cock and down my legs.

“Mmm.” she hummed, putting her hand gently around my prick. “That looks good. Now finish undressing me.”

I really didn’t know how to do that, but reached for her hips and hooked my thumbs under the top of the bikini bottom. It was tight, but I managed to wriggle it over her bottom and down her thighs until it fell to the floor. I stepped out of the pile of clothing around my feet and stood there, uncertain, but looking wondringly at her lovely curves, at the light yellow hair below her belly, and at something pink and rounded below that. My cock was standing out straight and, it felt, on the very verge of coming, all on its own.

“Well, here we are, lover,” she said, “just as nature intended. Isn’t it fine? Now let’s see what we can do with this.”

She moved to the bed, climbed onto it, and lay back, head on a pillow. Her legs moved apart and she raised her knees.

“Come here,” she said, “and get ready to get on top.”

I went to the end, got up, and kneeled between her outstretched legs. I was straining to take in all that I saw. Her long body on the bed; her breasts, jutting up; her waist, her tiny belly button, the triangle of blond hair at her crotch, and most of all the pink thing that now looked like a pair of glistening, swollen, vertical lips.

“Come on,” she said, “lean down, and put the tip of your cock on my cunt.”

I brought my elbows down on either side of her and tried to guide my prick to the right place. It seemed right; it was into something soft.

“Good,” güvenilir bahis she said, “now slide it in.”

I pushed a little. It entered easily, and the head was encased by something deliciously soft.

“All right, farther,” she told me.

I moved on. What a feeling! Every square millimeter of my prick was stimulated by warm soft, slippery skin sliding by.

“Out, then in again, slowly,” she instructed.

I did, the sensation building incredibly. In, out. In, out. Suddenly the pleasure hit an absolute peak, my whole body jerked and my vision went dim and I CAME. Woozily, I tried to keep from collapsing on her, my shoulders taught. I backed a bit, and my prick slid out.

“Here,” she said, reaching for a small towel, leaning forward it to wipe my dripping prick and then her own crotch. “My, that was fast,” she said. She discarded the towel, but her hand returned to her crotch. “I’ve quite forgotten what the first time is like. Look, I want you to do something for me, please? Come put your mouth on my breast. I want you to lick it, very gently.”

I shifted down to where I could do that, and pressed my mouth at the side of her right breast.

“Kiss the nipple,” she said, “and use your tongue and make little swirls around it. And put your hand on my other breast, and squeeze it, very gently.”

I did just that. The nipple was harder than I expected as I circled it with my tongue. The other breast was soft and warm. I squeezed it gently and found its nipple between my fingers and lightly stroked it in the same rhythm.

“Good,” she said.

I sensed some other motion in her body and saw that her left arm was moving. Craning my head, I could see her left hand in her crotch, moving up and down. I wanted a change, moved my mouth to her other breast and licked its nipple while my free hand massaged the breast my mouth had left.

“Yes, Paul, yes!” she said, and her hand moved more quickly. Shortly her body seemed to rock and she started breathing heavily. She stiffened and I heard her moan, softly. Her back arched, and she was taken with a tremor that lasted a long minute before before she slowly relaxed. I felt her hand rubbing my hair.

“You can stop now, Paul”, she said. “Thank you.” I quit her chest and lay beside her.

“My. that was interesting,” she said. (What a word! I thought.) “How did you like it?”

“Carol, I coudn’t begin to tell you,” I said. “It was so damned wonderful. I never imagined … nothing like that before, ever.”

She raised her hand and stroked my cheek. “I’m glad, Paul, and I feel priviledged to be your first.” She paused a long while. “You know, there’s a lot to learn about sex. The instinct to fuck is there all the time, but how you do it is very important, and it’s something you have to learn. I do like you, Paul, and I feel you have a lot of potential. Will you let me teach you?”

“Oh, Carol, please! Anything!”

“Well, you’ll have to be very attentive and pay close attention. You probably won’t want to take notes, and you’ll have to remember everything I tell you. And you’ll have to do everything I tell you, it’s a laboratory course, with lots of experiments. And there will be an examination. In fact, there will be many examinations.”

That’s how my summer school began.

I was a sex slave. I don’t want to make fun of the poor souls who have been forced into that trade, but it’s the best term I can find. I was subject to a strict mistress, obliged to follow her myriad instructions to the letter and to satisfy her rampant desires and her merest whims. I loved every minute of it. Carl Matthews undertook my sexual education with the determination, I think, to turn me into a real stud. If anyone could do that, she could. Her body could give a statue an erection. Her sharp mind was full of sexual lore, not just from reading manuals as I had. And she had — well, if she were a man, you’d say it was a perpetual hard on. Her choosing me to help her out still seems the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.

After our first fuck we agreed that we wouldn’t rely on her need for groceries to get together, but that I would just come to her after work every day, unless she contacted me to put it off, and that we’d work out a weekend schedule, too. So I showed up next day looking tremendously forward to our second fuck. Today she wasn’t wearing the usual bikini, but a belted silk bathrobe that came to just above her knees. The material was very thin. I couldn’t see through it, but it pulled at her breasts and her nipples made distinct bumps in it. I felt it covered too much and, worse, after a few minutes conversation I wasn’t sure we were going to have that second fuck.

“Today we’re going to concentrate on anatomy and physiology, Paul,” she began. “We have to know what the sexual areas are and how they work. One important thing is about speed of response. When we got together yeasterday you came in about ten seconds while I was just getting started. It took me minutes to come to orgasm, and I had to do it mostly myself. Now I’m not blaming you or anything, it’s natural that your first time is going to be so exciting that you come fast. But eventually we’re going to try for the ideal timing, which is when the man and the woman come at the same time, or nearly. That makes sex a mutual thing, not just getting one’s rocks off. Do you understand?”

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[Refresher: Zach and Nicki are high school seniors stumbling their way through the wonders of sex with the aid of Nicki’s mother, Mandy who is using her supposed good intentions to support her own sexual desires for Zach’s ten inch fat cock. Chapter2 ends with Nicki, Zach and Mandy engaged in three way sex and both Nicki and Mandy questioning their roles in this odd relationship.]

An hour later Mandy awoke and immediately jumped into the same thoughts she was having before she fell asleep next to Zach, ‘What the fuck was she doing?’. She looked over at Zach and Nicki cuddled up together. She thought, ‘That’s the way it should be.’ She pushed herself out of bed and went down the hall to her room. She stripped her bed down to the mattress. ‘Jesus, Nicki had made one hell of a mess when she ‘squirted’ this morning,’ she thought. Fortunately, she had put a thick mattress pad under the sheets. She stripped that off too and was relieved that the mattress itself was dry. She pulled on a tee-shirt over her braless tits. Her nipples were pronounced. She thought for a moment and then pulled the tee-shirt off and put on a bra before she pulled the tee-shirt back on. There was no way she was going to be able to make herself look undesirable but she didn’t have to flaunt her body like she had been all weekend. She pulled on some cargo shorts and carried all the bedding to the laundry room.

An hour later Nicki and I came down the stairs dressed for the day. Mandy was sitting in her favorite chair in the Family Room reading the newspaper. She looked up from the paper as we came in. She said to Nicki, “Well, you look refreshed. What are your plans for the day?”

“We thought we would go over to Zach’s for a while and then go from there. Zach feels bad that he sort of deceived his dad with his note this morning. We’ll stop and have breakfast out on the way. OK Mom?”

“That sounds great. Call me to let me know what your later plans are. OK?”

“Sure mom. I’ll let you know,” said Nicki. They went back through the house and out the front door. Mandy heard Zach’s car start and as they drove away Mandy thought to, ‘Zach’s dad Mike is a nice man. It seems he and Zach has a wonderful relationship.’ Mandy knew Mike from the factory. He was a great ‘Shift Foreman’ and was instrumental in keeping everything working smoothly and on schedule. She had never had a conversation with him about anything except the job which she considered to be appropriate. Now that she thought about it, ‘Mike and Zach look very much alike in physical appearance. In her current state she couldn’t help wondering if they looked alike in for private ways.’ She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together.

When Nicki and I walked into my dad’s house I yelled out “Hey dad, I’m home.” There was total silence. I walked into the living room and yelled again. Just then the garage door into the kitchen opened with a bang and my dad came in carrying a box of stuff. Mike noticed Nicki standing there first and was a little startled. I walked up behind Nicki and said, “Hi dad. You remember Nicki.”

Mike said, “Oh sss..ure. Hi Nicki. Nice to see you again.” Mike brushed off his hands on his pants and reached over to shake Nicki’s hand. Mike looked at me and said, “Hey buddy, don’t forget you have a number of chores to do today.”

I muttered, “Oh crap. I did forget.” I immediately thought, ‘I was so consumed with getting out of here early.’ “Sorry dad. I’ll do them right now.” I turned to Nicki and said, “Sorry babe. It’ll take me about an hour. Can you just visit with my dad for a while?” Nicki just nodded. I rushed up the stairs.

There was an awkward silence in the kitchen. Mike and Nicki had met a few times but just in passing. They had never had a conversation before. Mike spoke first and this was even more awkward. “So, you and Zach have been dating for a while now. I can tell he adores you. Do you…umm…like…?” He stopped talking as he realized he was making an ass of himself.

Nicki looked down and said, “Yes. I do. Very much. I have dated a lot of boys but Zach and I just seem to mesh. We both like the same things. He is very sens…i..tive.” She stopped right there because she wasn’t sure if telling a man that his son was sensitive was like saying he was wimpy. She had no experience with what men thought since she had no man in the house since she could remember.

The awkward silence was back. Mike broke it again, “Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Soda?”

Nicki said, “Coffee would be great, thank you.” She sat down at the kitchen table. She was wringing her hands in a nervous way. Mike noticed and chastised himself for not making Nicki more comfortable. Then he realized that he always acted uncomfortable around beautiful women and Nicki was definitely one of those. He handed her a cup of coffee and poured one for himself. He pulled out a chair and sat down across the table from Nicki.

Mikelooked bahis siteleri up at her and smiled. ‘Mike’s smile was identical to Zach’s,’ she thought. She smiled too. “I’m sorry for the awkwardness between us. We should be friends. We are both fond of the same kid, after all.” Nicki smiled and nodded. Mike and Nicki conversed back and forth about a variety of things. Mike confessed that he felt very nervous and shy around beautiful women and always had. He wondered if it was hereditary because Zach had always been the same but apparently had worked his way out of it being with Nicki and all. Mike hesitated a moment and then said, “I’m very nervous around your mother. I go all tongue-tied and then get embarrassed.” He looked at Nicki and said, “You two could be sisters.”

Nicki giggled and said, “Well, you and Zach look very much alike too. I think.” They talked and laughed and an ease of familiarity settled in. Nicki wasn’t sure if she should ask but she decided she would, “Do you have any pictures of Zack’s mother? I know she died of cancer a long time ago.”

Mike’s eyes lit up and without a word he launched out of the chair and hurried toward the living room. He came back with a photo album and began flipping through the pages. He found what he was looking for and turned the album around for Nicki to see. It was a photo of Mike, Zach and his mother together with a woodsy background. She hardly recognized Zach he was so young. Mike looked pretty much the same but younger. Zach’s mother was very attractive.

Nicki looked up at Mike and said, “She was very beautiful. You apparently got by your nervousness with her.”

Mike smiled and said, “In her case I was drawn like a moth to a flame.” He laughed and continued, “She was obviously the flame.” Nicki lightly ran her fingers over the photo like she was extracting information by osmosis. She smiled again. Mike was mesmerized by Nicki’s reaction to the photo.

Mike didn’t say anything more about his deceased wife and Nicki closed the album. She looked back up at Mike and she had tears in her eyes. One tear burst out and rolled down her cheek and another ran down her nose. She wiped them both off with her hand. Mike just looked at her for several seconds. With her tear filled eyes she looked like an angel from heaven. He put his hand down on top of Nicki’s wet hand and said, “What are you thinking right now?”

She looked down at his hand on top of hers and said, “I can’t imagine my life going on if my mother had died when I was eight.” She started crying. She was sobbing. Tears poured from her eyes and fell to land on the photo album.

Mike pushed his chair back and moved to another one beside Nicki. He sat and leaned to her and hugged her close. Nicki was trying hard to gather herself. She was a little embarrassed acting this way with a man she hardly knew. As she settled down in his arms he pulled back and said, “It’s funny you put it that way about not being able to go on living. That is exactly what I was feeling after the Doctor gave us his diagnosis. She was gone two months later. Zach and I were both crushed by the weight of it for a long time.” Tears formed in his eyes as he spoke.

Mike and Nicki had been talking for over an hour when Zach came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. His dad was sitting beside Nicki and they both had tears in their eyes. I said, “What happened?”

Mike stood up and looked at me and said, “Oh, nothing. Nicki asked about your mother and I was just telling her some stories. I guess the memories got the better of me.” He walked over and hugged me hard like he always did. “Did you finish your chores?”

“Yeah, dad. All done.” They separated and Zach said, “Hey dad, can I have the keys to the camp? I thought it would be a nice ride on a beautiful day.” I turned to Nicki and continued, “With a beautiful woman.” Nicki smiled. The light sparkled off her moist eyes. She pursed her lips and gave me an air-kiss.

My dad went to a drawer and pulled out a set of key and tossed them to me. “Enjoy. Don’t forget you have school tomorrow.”

Nicki walked over to my dad and reached her arms up around his neck and kissed him tenderly on his cheek. He responded by putting his hands around her waist. No one noticed except Mike. He had a huge boner in his pants.

Two hours later we were unlocking the door of my dad’s camp. My parents had bought it way back when I was five. I loved coming here as a kid. The backyard opened up to a beautiful lake. As I got older, other activities prevented us from spending much time here. I pulled all the sheets off the furniture and dust was flying everywhere. We opened all the doors and windows to clear the air.

We were both coughing so we decided to walk down to the water. We sat in two Adirondack chairs and looked at the water. She got out of her chair and came over and crawled into my lap and kissed me passionately on the lips. We held the kiss for a long canlı bahis time. As always, I was getting a boner and she felt it rising. She giggled in the middle of our kiss and pulled her head back slightly. Our noses were touching and she said, “Zach. Make love to me. Please?”

Hell. She had me at “Zach”. I put one arm under her legs and one behind her back and stood up. She threw her arms around my neck and I carried her back to the cabin. She was kissing me the whole way back. I carried her straight up the stairs to my dad’s bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed.

Nicki’s long blonde hair was spread out on the bed like a halo as she looked up at me. She had a sultry look on her face. She was hot with lust. She started to unbutton her shirt but I stopped her. I said, “Don’t. I want to undress you myself.”

In a deep husky voice Nicki said, “OK, as long as I get to undress you.” I nodded.

I pulled her up to stand in front of me. I walked around behind her and stepped in close to press my boner into her ass through our clothes. I pulled her hair back to one side and leaned in and kissed her on the neck very gently. She shivered as I kissed my way up to her ear and nuzzled my lower lip on her earlobe. She moaned and whispered, “Oh Zach. Electricity is going around and around in me.” She reached a hand up to cup my face. Her long fingers ran down my cheek and back up again.

I reached my hands around and held her tits. She moaned again. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt as I continued kissing her neck and ear. It took longer than I had planned because the damned buttons clasped on the wrong side. She turned her head trying to find a position that she could kiss me. When I finished the last button I gently pulled the shirt down her arms and dropped it on the floor. Nicki’s chest was heaving as she gasped for air. Her nipples were rigid and they were pushing out the material of her bra. I lifted my hands up to her waist and ran them down over her hips. As I raised them back over her tummy she sighed. I unbuckled her belt and struggled a little with the button. I unzipped and slowly pushed her jeans down over her hips where they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

Nicki turned around to face me. Her arms were around my neck. Her eyes were ablaze with lust. She radiated heat. She kissed me hard. I held her tight for several seconds. I moved my hand up her back and struggled with her bra clasps. Nicki finally reached back and with one deft motion unsnapped the bra. I pushed the straps off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor between us. I looked down at her gorgeous tits. They were perfect in every way. Her nipples were like nails when she pulled our bodies together again.

Nicki stepped back and made a big show of sliding her thong underwear over her hips as she rocked one hip up as she pushed the thong down and then did the same on the other hip. Her thong slid to the floor and she kicked it over with her jeans. She stood back to give Zach the whole picture. She had cocked one hip high and the other low. One leg was straight and the other bent. She raised her hands behind her neck. She was stunning. Her long blonde hair fell behind her shoulders. Her already pouty lips were flushed red from her arousal. Her nostrils flared as she was breathing rapidly. Her eyes steadily stared at my eyes.

She walked across the room with her arms swinging as she cross walked like she had seen the runway model do. She had practiced it during her early teen years. She thought the walk was very sexy and there was no denying it. My cock jumped as she approached.

Nicki walked around me and brushed her hand along my hips and ass as she went by. She continued around to stand in front of me. She stared right into my face and pursed her lips and gently placed her hand on my crotch. I closed my eyes and said, “Oh Fuck.” My cock was pressing so hard on the front of my jeans I couldn’t believe it.

Nicki lifted my tee-shirt up at the waist and slowly pulled it up over my head. She leaned in and kissed each of my nipples which had already surged to attention. She made sure that her nipples dragged over my stomach.

She bent at the waist and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned each of the several buttons with deft fingers and pulled my jeans over my hips dragging my underwear with them. She knew there was a mirror behind her and I was staring at her pussy and anus at the top of her thighs. I stepped out of my jeans and undershorts and kicked them over on top of her clothes. My cock was pointing directly at her face. Pre-cum was drooling out. She bent down and licked the pre-cum out of my piss-hole. I groaned loudly with the first contact. She looked straight up at me as I stared down at her. She was on fire.

She pushed on my hips to move me back against the bed. I fell backward to sit on the edge. She crawled like a panther up my body and kissed me hard on the lips. güvenilir bahis I held her as I fell on my back dragging her with me. Her nipples pushed down into my chest. She dragged my cock along her entire body as it stood up above me and was now right at the entrance to her pussy.

She moaned as she kissed me all the way back down my body. When her face got to my cock she inhaled it as far as she could. I thrust my hips up to push a little more in her mouth and she gagged a little. Nicki couldn’t even get half of my cock in her mouth but the sensation was mind-blowing. She bobbed up and down. Her nipples dug into my thighs. She continued with her blowjob for a couple minutes. I was struggling to hold my imminent explosion back.

I reached up and rolled Nicki off of me as I rolled over toward her. I kissed her nipples as she moaned from the contact. I moved my body down and kissed her navel and then down further. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I had been paying close attention to Mandy’s lessons. Nicki wasn’t sure where I was going and what I was going to do when I got there.

I stopped at her crotch and kissed at the top of her vagina. I looked down and could see close-up that her blood engorged clitoris was erect. I kissed her there and her hips surged upward lifting me with them “UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH” pour from her throat. She settled back down and put her hands on my head to hold me there. I flicked my tongue lightly on her clit. Her hips launched upward again. “UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH,” exploded from her open mouth. “OH FUCK THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOOOD.” I used my broad tongue to lap the entire length of her pussy from anus to clit. She was bucking against me. She held my head where it was.

I formed my tongue into a sharp tip and flicked it along the outer and inner lips. Around and around I went. When I pushed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, she launched her hips upward and screamed, “OOOHHH…OHHHHH..OH MY GOD…FUCK…FUCK…WWWWHHAAAT ARRRE YYYOOOUUU DOOOING TOOO MEEEEEiiiiiii?” I furiously began tongue-fucking her. I didn’t know what I was doing but I figured, based on Nicki’s reaction, that I should keep doing it. She was throwing herself all over the place and I had trouble hanging on.

After two minutes of “OHHH OHHH’s”, Nicki screamed, “OHHHHH FUUCKKK, I’MMM CUUUMMMINNNGGGG. OHHH BABBBYYY.” Her hands ground my face into her crotch and then they flew up and grabbed her tits and was furiously clenching them and pinching her nipples.

I kept right on tonguing her pussy until she had mostly settled back down. She was gasping for air, “OH MY GOD ZACH. Where did that come from?” I looked up between her tits and grinned broadly. I crawled up her body and kissed each nipple and then continued up to kiss her hard on the lips. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me in. Our lips were mashed together. She had to break the kiss to take another huge breath.

She used her athletic strength to roll me over on my back and she pulled herself up on top of me. Her knees were at my ribs and her hands were on my shoulders. Her arms were locked straight. My cock was bouncing on her ass. She acknowledged its presence and giggled as she stared down at me. “Jesus, Zach. Where did you learn to do that? That was amazing. Oh fuck, I’m still tingling all over. Did my mother teach you to do that?”

I replied, “I’m glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure if you would. No, your mother did not teach me that specifically, but I was paying close attention when you were masturbating. All these years of masturbating myself, I always imagined what it would be like to have a mouth replacing my hand. You showed me that my imagination wasn’t even close to reality. I figured it would be the same for you.”

Nicki said, “I always considered it to be kinda gross down there.”

“Absolutely not. Your pussy is absolutely as beautiful as you are. I could suck and lick and tongue your pussy all day,” I said.

Nicki giggled and said, “OOOOOOO…That could be arranged.” My cock jumped up again and slapped her ass again. She smiled.

I smiled back and said,”Knock, Knock, Knockin on heaven’s door. Bob Dylan, 1973.” She poked me in the ribs and laughed.

I rolled her off of me and I rolled on top of her. I kissed all around her tits and sucked in one nipple at a time. She moaned and held my head with her hands. I moved my hips up to rest on top of hers. My cock was poking up between our stomachs. It was rock hard and she desperately wanted it inside her. She whispered in his ear, “Baby, please put your glorious cock inside me.” I lifted my hips as she reached down and pushed my cock to the entrance of her pussy and I pushed steadily inside and as deep as I could. Nicki moaned and I groaned together. I thought, ‘Jesus, she is tight.’

Nicki grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and pulled me down as hard as she could. At the bottom, I turned right around and pulled out again. I got into a steady fucking rhythm. Nicki groaned with each down thrust. I was hoping I could get her off again before I let loose but my orgasm was approaching very quickly and I was just going to go with whatever happened.

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Sally, John, our next door neighbor, and I spent the evening of John’s eighteenth birthday playing strip Yatzee on the floor in our living room. Sally was 40 and in great shape. Her “B” breasts were not as firm as they had been a few years ago, but they still turned up at the nipple. She was a size 6 and really liked sex.

Sally and I had been together for twelve years and while we had visited several swinger clubs over the past several years, we had not indulged with the other guests. We had watched others have sex and they had the opportunity to watch us if they so desired, but until tonight we had not shared with a third party.

We had spent time in the hot tub nude with other couples, had played nude volleyball in the pool with other couples, and had watched porno movies with other nude couples. I remember one time when we were on one of our first visits to a swinger club and for some reason there were not many people there that night. I know I was really horny and when this single guy came into the room we were in I was ready to let him know we were there to share our love. For some reason Sally let me know that she was not willing to be shared by this guy tonight. Later, on the way home, she told me that he reminded her of her first husband and she didn’t have good memories.

We were all down to our underwear when Sally called an end to the game so you can imagine my surprise when Sally announced, “I want John to do anything he wants with me tonight. It is a one time thing as my present to him on his birthday.”

Thinking quickly, I responded, bahis siteleri “We all know what that will be so we might as well go on up to the bedroom.”

John has still not said anything.

When we get to the stairs and start up, Sally stops and sits down on the third or fourth step and says, “Let’s do it right here on the stairs.”

Then she says, “We need the stuff.” We were using a contraceptive foam as our form of birth control.

John speaks up and says, “I’ll get it.” Quick as a flash he is taking the stairs two and three at a time over and around us and he is back immediately with the foam, the applicator and the plunger. To this day I do not know how he knew what “it” was or where “it” was kept.

I ask Sally if she would like me to put it in as we often do as part of our lovemaking, but she said, “No, I’ll do it.” She filled the applicator, pulled her underwear to the side and inserted it all the way into her vagina before depressing the plunger.

John and I worked together to remove whatever clothing Sally was still wearing.

John began by exploring Sally’s pussy while I licked her breasts and played with her nipples.

After Sally was thoroughly wet, John slipped off his underwear. Well, I have never had complaints about my equipment, but John was a good 12 inches long. His cock had a pinto pattern which I had never seen before and assumed that it had something to do with his mixed African-American heritage. Once he was totally exposed and rigid, he proceeded to worship her pussy with his mouth and tongue. It canlı bahis seemed that he explored every fold and crevice, giving extra attention to her clit.

Never having been in this position before, it surprised me how much I enjoyed watching my Sally get fucked. To see another man’s rod thrusting in and out of her vagina was a real turn on. I had no control over my own cock and it was as hard as it had ever been.

Sally was ready. John rubbed his cock up and down her slit to redistribute the copious moisture coming from Sally then he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina and began working it in. As John was working his cock into her pussy, Sally was spreading her legs farther and farther apart to better accommodate him. When he was fully inserted he paused to give her pussy time to adapt to his size. He started a slow rhythm varying speed and depth of penetration until his body took over and he was pumping in and out so fast that it was almost a blur. Then he stopped. I think he may have been afraid to cum in her even though he knew she was protected.

John looked over at me and my tented underwear and said, “You finish it.”

After a moment’s hesitation I slid off my underwear and slid my stiff rod into Sally’s sloppy wet and well stretched pussy. It didn’t take long before I gave her all my cum spurting stream after stream deep into her.

I said to John, “She was ready for you to cum in her. She likes it as deep as you can place it and the feeling she gets as the thick fluid moves around inside her afterwards. And don’t güvenilir bahis worry about her one time only statement. I believe that since she opened her legs for you tonight she will welcome you anytime. Whenever you are horny, just come up and climb into bed with us – on her side. We will do her together. Just be sure the kids are asleep before you come popping in.”

In the morning Sally and I were alone on the landing ready to go down for breakfast when she looked up at me and said, “I may have been a little naughty last night.”

I assured her that it had been a great night and that while she had taken his full 12 inches, I had reclaimed her pussy before the night was over.

John came over and over and over and we experienced many more great sex threesomes with him until he got a steady girlfriend and didn’t need Sally’s pussy as a relief receptacle anymore.

Sally’s physical relationship with John was totally fractured when …

Sally’s sister moved in with us for a few months while she was deciding what to do with her life. She offered to house sit for us while we went on vacation to the family farm. We had a great time on the farm and drove late into the night to be able to sleep in our own beds rather than another night in a motel. When we arrived home in the early hours of the morning we were all exhausted and decided we would unpack the car in the morning. We all trooped upstairs to the bedrooms ready to fall into bed only to find that our bed was occupied. Sally’s sister was naked on my side of the bed and John, while intertwined with her, was on Sally’s side of the bed where he had made himself at home during the times when he needed his horny relief. Needless to say, Sally did not feel the same way about sharing with her sister as she did with me.

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“I’ve got great news!” Louisa burst in the door, hair flying like streamers out of a Happy New Year party horn.

Richard stepped forward from the kitchen, smiling his end-of-the-workday greeting. “What is it?”

“My proposal was accepted! I get to present at the conference!” She beamed and fairly quivered from head to toe.

“I knew you’d make it!” Richard swept her into his arms. Really, this living with Louisa thing just got better and better. She was smart, sexy, funny, a good friend, and someone he was proud to be with. Who could ask for anything more?

“You know, a special occasion like this calls for a special dinner.”

“Would you like to go out? You could be off k.p. for one night.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind it. Besides, I kind of have something special planned. Unless, of course, you’d prefer going out.”

“You have something pla — now how did you know to plan something?” she asked suspiciously. A pleased smile twittered at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, dang,” he snapped his fingers in mock discouragement, “the cat’s out of the bag. I guess a little bird told me that somebody’s work was accepted at the national level…”

“This was a little bird named Kim, I take it.” Kim was Louisa’s co-worker and close friend.

“Hmm, let me see, … yep! So how about crab-stuffed whitefish with Domaine Ste. Michelle Brut?” The young man looked pleased with himself.

“Of course, yes. You know my answer to you is always yes.” Then she laid a hand on his arm. “Will you cook while I tell Jerrod?”

“Of course! You don’t need to ask me.” He tousled her hair. “Silly girl.”

Louisa grinned and pecked his cheek, then scampered off to the computer. Who knew when her son would get the email? It was impossible to know when he was in the field, or when he might next have access to a computer. But when he did, a message from home would be waiting.

Over homemade cheesecake Louisa laid out the final plans for the presentation she would make.

“The Mandala Library,” he read. “What does that mean?”

“Well, let me back up a bit. You might remember that one part of the conference has to do with designing libraries of the future.”

“Mm-hm.” Well, he sort of remembered her saying something like that.

“And I think most of the proposals other people sent in probably have to do with high-tech stuff. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that when patrons come into a library, the latest high-tech gadget isn’t necessarily the first thing they’re looking for.”

“So what is the first thing they’re looking for?”

Louisa gave a sharp, satisfied nod. “Exactly.” The look in her eyes held a message.

Richard puzzled it out. “You don’t know what they’re looking for.”

“Right! So absolutely everything needs to be easy to find.” She pointed to the center of the drawing that resembled an old-fashioned keyhole. “The main desk is here, so you see it as soon as you come in.”

“What if you want a computer instead of a person?”

“Terminals are here” —she pointed along the diagonal lines of the large lobby— “along the walls next to the New Books section. But getting back here, see, the main desk is curved, like a bubble. Then the first concentric circle holds reference materials and large print media…” She went on, pointing out the children’s area near the front, and the quiet reading rooms near the back.

“This is well thought out. Why didn’t you show me all this before?”

“Aww, you know. I didn’t want to shout about it and then have it not get in.”

“You can always tell me stuff.” But his reproof was mild. Louisa pushed herself into his arms and kissed his neck.

“So you like it?”

He snuggled her deeper into his embrace. “It’s bahis siteleri wonderful. You are going to win a Medal of Brilliance.”

* * *

Louisa was almost done unpacking when a small box near the bottom of her suitcase caught her eye. The ribbon looked like it would be easy to untie, but the note stayed her hand: Do not open until after your presentation.

Little question marks danced around her head in a celestial ballet. What could it be? She hefted the weight. It was not all that heavy, less than a foot long, and big enough in girth that she could not wrap one hand completely around it. A certain thought crossed her mind but she shook her head. No way.

She set the box aside and focused on the conference materials. Thankfully she was not first the next morning, so there was time to scope out the room. With any luck, she’d get in a practice run-through as well.

She went for a swim in the luxurious hotel pool, surprised that almost no one else was there. At the far end, a pair of lovers enjoyed the hot tub. A faint smile crossed her features as she remembered her man at home. They would only be apart for two nights, but already she missed him — more than she thought she would, she reflected.

At the wall she flipped over and slid into a lazy side stroke. Richard. Where was their relationship going? Was it enough that they made each other happy, from one day to the next? She checked her gut but could not get a clear reading. Maybe she just needed more time to think, to feel … what was that word he had used … to evolve. Yes, that was it. She pictured him, his hazel eyes crinkled in laughter.

Images washed through her mind. Richard, cooking. Dancing with her, making her feel more fleet than she really was. Mowing the yard, the sun pulling moisture from his pores … she watched from the window as his sweat trickled over his shoulders, his nipples … his young, muscular physique glistened in the hot light …

Louisa ended her swim and went straight up to her room. As soon as she was inside the door she peeled off her bathing suit and kicked it, along with her robe and towel, onto the bathroom floor. Her hair was wet but she didn’t care.

She flopped on the bed and pulled the blankets around her. “Richard. Ohhh…” She willed herself into the fantasy of watching him in the sunlight. In the dream he hugged her, his belt buckle digging into her stomach. The scent of his sweat punched her in the nose. His mouth descended to hers in a passionate kiss.

Louisa whimpered and tended her breasts, imagining Richard’s hands instead. If he were with her, he would suck those hard pink nipples, she knew it. She lifted her bosom and bent her head forward. The tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh was not his but it gave a spark to the dream.

She was starting to get cold, so she crawled under the covers. For some reason burrowing into the layers made it easier to fantasize. Louisa wrapped her arms around a pillow and prayed her lover’s name. Her fingers dipped between her legs. Maybe she should shave, she knew he wanted her to. The hair tickled back, answering her fingers’ greeting.

“Um. Ah. Unh,” she thrust harder, aching for her lover to fill her. She flogged herself, contorting her body in a solo dance of frustrated desire. The peak, when she reached it, was lonely.

Across the room, still in her suitcase, the gift from her lover waited.

The morning dawned yellow and clear as a retro happy-face. Louisa came to consciousness in a tangle of sheets, blankets and pillows. Mentally she climbed into the motorboat of her day and started her power-up checklist. Big day today!

She bounded from the bed and scurried for her robe at the sound of a knock on the door. The big bouquet of pink and burgundy obscured the clerk’s face. From Richard, of course! canlı bahis She thanked the man and sent him away with a crumple of green. “Go get ’em, baby!” read the note.

Louisa breathed in the fresh perfume and hugged the air around the flowers, avoiding the thorns’ prick. Her Evinrude revved. She smiled at herself in the mirror and gave a confident nod.

The presentation went exceedingly well. Louisa knew her material backwards and forwards, inside and out, even upside down; and her enthusiasm for the design caught up the audience. It was fun to see so many faces looking pleased in her direction. The Q&A drew out the fine points of her idea and she was able to answer almost every question.

Several members of the audience hung around, murmuring praises and pressing hearty congratulations into her palm. One older gentleman stood out from the rest. His manner was dignified and intelligent. “Young lady, may I have your card, please.”

“Sure.” Louisa smiled at the man. Silver-rimmed glasses circled his blue eyes. A little scary was her involuntary reaction. But he returned her smile and carefully tucked her card into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “I’ll be in touch,” he promised, and left before Louisa realized she hadn’t gotten his name.

She was starving. What she wanted to do most of all was race upstairs and call Richard, tell him how wonderfully she’d succeeded, but there wasn’t time. As a speaker she was assigned to one of the big round tables at the snooty-doo luncheon. Even though it was flattering to be asked about her work, she was dying to call her man. It would have to wait.

Conversation over lunch was largely a re-run of the talk she had just given. Many of her peers had been attending concurrent sessions, so Louisa wound up repeating herself a lot. After a while it was like watching a train go by. The salads and the chicken entrees were all alike, and amidst the hubbub, the faces began to blend as well. If it hadn’t been for the ubiquitous name tags, she wouldn’t have remembered at all which was who.

Finally it was over. Louisa said her goodbyes and joined the crowd by the elevator. On the ride up she remembered the mysterious box. What could it be? Never mind — she would call Richard first.

Actually the first thing she did was get out of the oppressive pantyhose. The satin skirt lining caressed her bottom as she pressed the phone buttons. He answered on the first ring. “How’d it go?”

Louisa bounced into a happy babble of achievement. She thanked him for the flowers, too, letting him know how the gesture had started her day so beautifully.

“So what was the question you couldn’t answer?”

“Oh, that.” She chuckled. “I got to the part where I said we don’t know why someone comes into the library and some smartass piped up and said Yes, we do, we’ve compiled all these statistics from questionnaires.

“I told him first of all, those questionnaires measured the past, not the future, and second, libraries are always trying to expand their audience. That’s the point of discussing the library of the future. And the point of my design is to make a library inviting to everyone, not just certain groups.”

Richard’s head rocked back. “Tongue fu, baby! You sure got him!”

“I have to say I did,” she answered smugly. Then her voice changed. “Do you miss me?”

“Oh,” he groaned, “is water wet?”

“I can only speak for myself,” she said softly.

His palms got sweaty. He exhaled into the phone. “I put a special gift in your suitcase. Did you open it?”

The box! Louisa almost dropped the phone. “Oh my god. Is this what I think it is?”

“You’ll have to open it.”

The ribbon surrendered easily. Richard could hear the muffled noises of the package being opened, followed by his girlfriend’s gasp. He’d taken a risk that she wouldn’t güvenilir bahis be offended. In fact, he hoped her reaction would be quite the opposite.

“It’s almost like you,” she marveled. Her pulse was doing the zero-to-sixty thing as the implications unfolded in her mind. She knew what was about to happen but could hardly believe it.

“I know, I spent a lot of time finding it. Rub it across your mouth, Louisa, just pretend I’m with you.”

“Mmmmmmm. Oh, baby.” She moaned into the phone as the tip smoothed over her lips.

“Now unbutton your blouse. Tell me about your bra.”

Her fingers fluttered fast as hummingbirds down her front. “I’m wearing a red blouse today and my bra is… red lace to match…”

Richard splayed his legs where he lay on their bed. Red! Jesus! His thigh muscles clenched.

“Listen closely,” he instructed. A second later the sound of his zipper raked into her ear.

“Oh, god,” she murmured, “is that what I think it was.”

“I think you know by now what it sounds like when I unzip my pants in front of you.” His voice was soft, but edged with a tiger snarl of lust. Her answering moan made him feel free to say what he was thinking: “Now take my cock and rub it over your breasts.”

He imagined doing so. He could almost feel the gentle scrape of lace on his tip.

“Oh… oh, god yes, … I’m doing it….”

“Pull open your bra, show me your gorgeous tits.” The faint click of her front-hook clasp reached his ear. There was a rustle of lace on skin.

“I’m rubbing the head of your cock over my nipples.” The timbre of her voice was twisted with lust. “They’re so hard, my nipples are so hard…”

“Unh,” he moaned, “that’s good, baby, now touch me, stroke me with your hands…”

“Are you touching yourself.”

“Yes, … I’ve got my dick out and I’m stroking it for you. I’m feeling your hands on me, Louisa, I want you to jack me off.”

“Oh!” His language yanked her through a shuddering moment of speechlessness. “Oh, yes, feel me stroke you, honey … you know I love to handle you…”

“Talk to me, girl, tell me what I do to you.”

“You make me cum,” her whisper rose to a whine, “I thought of you all night last night, I masturbated thinking about you. I finger-fucked myself.”

“I want you to fuck yourself right now, Louisa, feel my cock inside you.”

Louisa hiked up her skirt around her waist. The lifelike prick nudged easily into her slippery fissure. Her mouth fell open at the surge of pleasure. This was better than her hand. Much, much better.

“Oh, god, … Richard … yes fuck me, I need you…” Louisa panted. One hand squeezed her breast while the other frantically manipulated Richard’s understudy.

“Don’t stop, baby, I’m right here with you. Ride me.”

“Oh god yes I’m riding your cock. So hard — Christ!”

“Hold the phone down there, I want to listen while you cum!”

Obediently she held the phone so he could hear the squish, squish, as the stand-in cock plumbed her depths. She let herself go completely, knowing he was on the other end of the line, stroking himself and listening to her get off. The thought of him witnessing her masturbation sent her over the edge.

In the distance Richard heard the familiar yelping scream. Though the saline on his lips was only his own sweat, her noise touched something deep inside him. His gut echoed back to her call. He groaned several times as he made his own sticky mess.

In the current he dropped the phone. He picked it back up and reconnected with her: “…. oh, baby,” she was sighing. “Wasn’t there an old commercial about the phone being the next best thing to being there?”

“If so, I don’t remember it. Listen, angel, did you like that?”

He couldn’t see her eyes widen as she nodded an are-you-kidding yes. Then she wised off: “No, I was just faking it.”

He snorted with laughter. Her post-coital wisecracking turned his heart over in his chest. “Oh, yeah, me too then.” He grinned. “So tell me again when you’re coming home.”

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I felt especially wonderful that day, the day I let someone into my life, my private place, my head, my heart, and thus they were for a few minutes, my lover.

The two of us had conversed earlier, that particular day, about whether oral stimulation can be considered “having sex.” Whether being caught with another person other than your committed partner, in an oral way, was actually the same as “having sex.” As the conversation commenced and lengthened, we both came to the same conclusion that any touching, be it with the mouth, or any other item, which came into contact with one’s “bits”, this was actually the same as “having sex.”

So, with this in mind, and knowing full well that I normally do not participate with my sub sexually, I decided to push the envelope.

I couldn’t wait. I wanted “it.” I wanted him.

I had admitted to myself that I would take everything I wanted, and this included admitting that I wanted him. I wanted not just to feel his eyes on my skin, to know his mind was fixated on me, that he bent down to fix my shoe just right, but know that I would now touch him the way I had imagined.

His skin is a light brown, his hair is now grayed in places, but coarse and thick. He always looks away from my glance so I see only his eyelids, which are soft and thin. I had imagined his cock was like the same, as I know that man’s eye lids have the same texture as the skin of his member. I kept staring bahis siteleri at his eyelids, becoming fixated on what I knew I would soon feel and taste.

Unzipping his pants, he let me bring them down low so I could see him now and know him the way I had only earlier thought of in my mind. Looking at him finally, I couldn’t believe I was actually going to touch him with my tongue, but I did and soon my lips licked his head slowly. Licking my lips to gain more leverage, I slipped down easily, grasping now his cock on my tongue to suck it in toward the back of my throat. I was careful to cover my teeth with my lips so as not to make contact. I felt his soft balls in my hand and rolled them gently with my palm like 2 large dice, which needed to be rubbed together before rolling at a craps game.

My tongue now slid down his shaft to the base and then up again and down again and up again several times until I felt the blood begin to creep in it and make him hard. I knew I was seducing his brain and that made me smile. He was a tough little brat, not wanting to acknowledge that he wanted me to suck him off, but with his body responding to my exploration, he couldn’t help himself.

I now had a very firm cock in my hand and exchanging his balls in my mouth, gently moving them back and forth slowly one and then the other. My kisses on his skin were making his veins pop on his penis and his balls were being sucked inwards toward his canlı bahis siteleri body, involuntarily. I knew I had something special going on here, we were now at the point of no return. Were his eyeballs rolling back inside his brain? Was his breathing becoming so quiet before the storm?

I began the stroking up and down now, with my spit being changed to man-made lubrication, I knew that this new slipperiness would soon overcome him and he would want to grab his cock and stroke it himself so that he could fly to oblivion, and that’s exactly what he did.

“Go ahead, come for me now, take over, do it yourself,” I told him.

As I predicted, his strong hand came from its flaccid place of rest to now a frenzied rubbing up and down of his skin, making the epidermis rise and fall with a quickness that he had memorized over the years, since he had his very first hard-on.

I moved my head back slightly, as I told him to “continue rubbing” and I wanted to hear him cum in orgasm. I told him to “let it all out”, I told him, “I want to hear you scream with happiness”, I told him, “I wanted to lick your warm liquid and lap it up!”

It was at that point, a guttural groan took him over and he began to shake and then begin to sputter and then spurt a great geyser of whiteness up into the air like that resembling “Old Faithful.” I felt my neck stretch to witness as much as I could so I could then place my whole mouth canlı bahis over his head above where his hand finally stopped and I then began sucking hard on his dick. I tasted him, his sweet cum, his benign and yet warm white tapioca-like substance. It was finally him in my mouth, his goodness was on my tongue and I liked it. I was smiling and I started laughing, which made him begin a light grin on his face. I looked at him and beamed a bright and joyful smile and laughed out loud. I was very happy. I was extremely happy. I don’t think I could have been any more happier at that moment, because of one thing…We had just had “sex.”

I watched as his dick softened and reduced and finally relaxed to a comfortable place. I got up and walked to the sink where I washed out “him” from my tongue and the inside of my mouth. I rinsed again and then came back to him still lying on the bed. I kissed his mouth and smiled. He looked at my eyes and smiled as well.

I don’t know how many women he has had “sex” with, but I really don’t care. What I do know is that we had just experienced something that was completely intimate and special and I was very content. I will always know that I made someone very happy at one very particular point, in my life, and that will always make me smile.

I don’t care if I ever do this special deed again, because I rarely let anyone this close into myself. But, because I took a risk, I opened my private place, and thus, he became my lover for just a few moments. I will always feel especially wonderful when I remember that day, it was only a few moments, but I will always have a wonderful place for my memory, and that rests in my heart.

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Chapter 1: First Date

She met him on line. He was twice her age, but that’s okay by her because she likes older men. In fact, it’s her fantasy.

For some time now she had been exploring herself, intimately. Exploring places in her own body she never knew could be explored in such an erotic way. At night, alone in her bed, her fingers wandered down her body exploring between her legs. Lately though, her fingers have been going further and further. At first it was just light touches around her little rosebud. She liked the way she could make herself reflexively clench at the lightest touch.

Before long, she was exploring deeper and deeper. A little bit of rubbing, a little more pressure, and soon the tip of her finger was inside her ass. The first time she did it she was taken aback. She always thought it was wrong, it was dirty. It felt so good and she was conflicted, but went with it anyhow.

The first night, she didn’t go too far. She inserted about half of her finger until she felt as if she needed to go to the toilet. Her mind knew it was her finger, but her body wanted it out. Quickly she pulled out leaving her rosebud tingling, and her chest heaving with excitement at what she had just done.

She snapped out of it, realising she had been daydreaming about her first time. She had come so far since then. Fingers, toys, vegetables, you name it she has probably tried it. Tried everything but the real thing.

Tonight was the night she was to properly lose her anal virginity.

Fresh out of the shower, makeup on, she stood at her dresser looking in her drawers. She had three butt plugs to choose from. Small, medium, and large. Knowing what was to come tonight she wanted to be prepared, and at first chose the large.

She knew she must have been nervous for her date, because the large wouldn’t go in easily like it usually does. Instead of fighting it, she went back to the small one, relaxed on to it and suddenly felt the enticing feeling of fullness inside of her. She slipped her dress over her otherwise naked body, turned out the lights and left for her date.

Chapter 2: The Restaurant

They met at the Treehouse and shared a wood fired pizza with a salad on the side. They drank hot chilli margaritas that quickly loosened their lips and the conversations flowed throughout the meal.

It was a cool winters night, and a lazy breeze came over the restaurant. She shivered slightly, and he politely asked her if she was cold.

“Yes, I picked the wrong night to wear this dress” she replied.

“I’m glad you did, you look stunning.”

“Any suggestions on how to get warm?” she asked with a sly grin, smiling with her eyes.

“I’m told that sharing body heat is always the best.”

He moved over to her side of the table, stretched out his hands inviting her to canlı bahis stand and held her in a long warm embrace.

She rested her head against his chest and drew a deep breath of his intoxicating cologne. She felt a rush of warmth through her body, a shudder, and then the sweet moisture between her legs. She knew he was going to be the one tonight.

She gazed up at him, her eyes smiling with drunken lust. “How about we go back to my place and get warm?” She spoke softly, and welcoming almost in a whisper.

He smiled, nodded, closed his eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled away from her still smiling, and as he turned to go and pay for their meal she noticed a bulge in the front of his pants.

Clearly, they were ready for each other.

Chapter 3: The Night Begins

The taxi ride to her place was short, but long enough to arouse her. With every bump in the road, her plug moved inside her. She could feel her dress sliding underneath her naked and exposed vulva. Her labia swelled with each uncontrolled and sinful thought of the night ahead. Even her breasts felt sensitive as her dress rubbed over her cold and erect nipples every time she squirmed at the intensity that was building inside her. His intoxicating scent drove her wild to the point that she thought she might cum right there in the back seat of the taxi. She never felt anything quite like it before.

Arriving home, she invited him to sit on the couch while she got a bottle of wine. He took off his jacket, sitting in the middle of the couch, and arms spread wide over the back of the seat cushions. She had no choice but to get close to him now. She sat on the couch next to him, feet up behind her, and nestled into his waiting left shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his hand on her stomach. She loved feeling his warmth around her, and the naughty feeling knowing that he could see down the top of her dress.

“It must be obvious to him I have nothing underneath” she thought to herself.

As they drank they talked, and she asked him to tell her what happens next. “Tell me what you want to do to me” she said.

“I’m going to lay you naked on the bed and drive my tongue deep inside of you” he said.

She moaned at the thought and closed her eyes in anticipation of the story to come.

“I’ll plunge my tongue in deeper and deeper until I set off an Earth shattering moan. I’ll play you like a sexual musical instrument, touching you in just the right places, that you’ll make a symphony of raw and intense sounds of pleasure.”

“oh, yeah” she whispered quietly, eyes still closed, breathing heavier and heavier.

“You’ll grab my hair as I thrust one finger inside you, bending it so it hits you in the spot that turns your moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm.”

She shuddered against bahis siteleri him, and shifted position feeling a cool sensation where she had moistened her dress. She finally looked up at him biting her lip and said. “Let’s see if your fact is as good as your fiction.”

Chapter 4: Play time is over

She rose from the couch, grabbed his hand, and embraced him. They shared a long passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other with excitement. She pulled away, licked her lips, took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

She swung him around and pushed him onto his back on the bed, climbing on top of him, dress riding up and straddling him. She felt him grow and pulsate beneath her, and he felt how warm she was. His hands grabbed her backside and squeezed, he felt she had no panties.

Not wanting to be caught with her plug still in, she excused herself to the bathroom. She took her dress off, and feeling naughty, she squatted down and pushed her plug out into her hand. She felt her tight little rosebud throb and pulsate in time with her heartbeat as it closed up behind the plug. She tingled and smiled to herself. She felt ready.

Returning to the bedroom naked, she noticed he had climbed his way up to a comfortable position on the bed. He had taken off his shoes, otherwise he was just as she left him.

Seeing her naked body instantly made him hard again, so much so, he was worried that he might start making a dark moist patch that could be seen through his pants.

She didn’t care, she went straight for his belt undoing it with both hands while gentling biting his erection through his pants. As she did so, he unbuttoned his shirt and in less than a minute they were both naked and exploring each other’s bodies.

He held her close to him, and in the spirit of the story he shared on the couch pushed her onto her back. He kissed her, and slowly made his way down her body kissing all the way. Once he reached her sweet moist spot he relaxed down, spread himself in the prone position and put his tongue to work.

He concentrated his efforts on her clitoris. Placing his mouth over her, applying gentle suction to bring her clit inside his mouth and gently swiping his tongue in gentle yet firm strokes up and down. He wrapped his left arm around her right leg, placing his hand on her stomach between her hips. With his thumb he pulled at her skin to expose her clit from under its hood. She was overcome with orgasmic sensations by now and became so wet she couldn’t help but picture herself dripping over him.

She tried to rise up onto her elbows to have a good look at the action, but every pulse of his tongue made her weak. She collapsed back onto the pillows, grabbed her breasts and let out a moan that even she thought was loud.

After only a few more strokes of his tongue, her whole body tensed canlı bahis siteleri and spasmed in orgasmic bliss. Her world went white and she saw stars. She never felt anything like it before.

He climbed up the bed and lay next to her, her juices on his chin. They embraced and kissed as she recovered her breath.

She stared at him breathless for a moment, with doubt in her mind as to whether he’d accept what she wanted.

She coyly opened her mouth and said, “There’s something special I want to do tonight.”

Chapter 5: Play Time is Over

She rolled over and reached into her bedside drawers pulling out a tube of lubricant. He smiled and took it from her. Spooning her he placed a squeeze of lube on his middle finger, reached down to rub it in to her waiting exposed hole. He rubbed her ass in circular motions spreading the slippery mess around. Then the moment she’s been waiting for, the feel of another person inside her ass. It was only a finger, but it sent an explosive sensation through her entire body.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she moaned as her body shivered, “please fuck me… fuck my ass.”

He positioned himself closer behind her, his throbbing member touching her rosebud. Slowly and cautiously he applied pressure. They were both throbbing, and could feel each other synchronising in time with one another. Slowly but surely, she relaxed and he slid inside her calmly and naturally.

She wasn’t expecting him to be so big. She felt her sphincter being stretched, it hurt but was a good kind of hurt. Like lifting too heavy a weight at the gym. He became more animated and thrust himself smoothly and evenly going deeper with each stroke. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more of his eight inches, she felt his hips pressed up against her buttocks. He was completely inside her now and she never felt so full.

He pressed his body against hers and rather than continue to thrust just made a gentle rocking motion hard up against her. She could feel everything and it hurt so good. The pressure, the stretching, the fullness, she wanted to scream and to cry. Not from pain but from joy. This was everything she wanted and more.

There was only one thing she didn’t expect. She didn’t expect that she’d cum from this. Gasping for air, struggling to breathe against her body’s spasms she orgasmed again letting out such a primal moan she didn’t even recognise her own voice.

The tightness, the moaning was too much for him to take, and together they moaned with orgasmic bliss. He came deep inside her ass with such force that she could feel every pulsated drop of his cum splashing against her insides.

He throbbed, he pulsated, he was exhausted with the carnal debauchery that he had just experienced.

They were both too sensitive to move, so they lay there in silence. She felt his dick start to soften, and slowly slide out of her. Her rosebud closing up behind him and locking his cum inside her. She had never been so turned on by any man in her life.

She wanted this night to last forever.

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Selam millet.Adim Ercan ve Almanya Berlinden yazıyorum.Yaşım su an 19 ve yaşadığım olay 17 diyken oldu. Kendi yaşımı tam hatırlamıyorum…Yakışıklı bir erkeğim.Burada yazan hikayelere pek inanmıyorum sırf bazılarına ama benim yasadığım harbiden gerçek. E artik inanan inanır inanmayan inanmaz. O zaman bizim okulun son sınıfına gidiyordum yani 10 nuncuya. Ben çok sapık bir erkeğimdir. Her kızı yada kadını sikmeyi düşünürüm.Yeter ki pek şişman yada çirkin olmasın.Benim sinifda çok güzel kizlar vardi.Coguda türkdü.Okuldan sonra eve geldigimde ve ödevleri yaptiktan sonra yatagima uzanip onlarin götlerini düsüp 31 cekerdim yada daha dogrusu halen cekiyorum. O kadar güzel kizlarin arasinda bir kapali kizda vardi ismi özlem.Hep uzun uzun etekler falan giyerdi. Hic kimsenin dikkatini cekmezdi…sirf benimkini tabi.Bazen masanin üstünden egilip önündeki kisiden kalem..kagit…falan isterdi ve o koca götü hep ortaya cikiyordu.Sanki o uzun eteklerden patliyacak gibi.O anlarda benim sik hemen kalkiyordu. Yaw cok sapigim ya hehe.1,70 falan boyunda ve surati pek güzel olmayan bir kizdi.Ama cokda cirkin degildi tam ortam.Bu olay beni tam azittiriyordu.Onun acaba hiç sik istekleri olmuyordu diye düsünüp onu nasil o koca götünden siktigimi düsünüp 31 cekerdim. Aramiz iyidi. Hergün bi selamlasirdik..nasilsin falan filan konusurduk.Beni temiz kalpli dürüst ve terbiyeli oglan olarak biliyordu. 10 nuncu sinif bana baya zor geliyordu.Hep arkadaslarla derslerde konusup bagirip cagrip gülmekten geberiyorduk ve dersi pek takip etmiyorduk.Onun icin notlarim pek iyi degildi.Birgün Biologi hakkinda cok ama co önemli bir yazili yazicaktik.Benim hic caktigim yoktu olaydan.Eee napigim kelebek melenek ve cicekler beni hic ilgilenmiyordu. Kizlarin notlari hep iyi oldugu icin her kiza bi sorardim acaba benimle evde ders calisirmi diye..bana yardimci ola bilirmi diye..Ve vallahiki hic sikmeyi falan düsünmiyordum.Cünkü sinifda kalmak korkusu cok büyüktü.Ama kizlarin cogu hayir diyordu.Git kendin calis kitaplari oku ezberle falan diyorlardi. Cok gicik oluyordum bu olaya.Birgün tenefüsde özlem okulun kantine gitmisti ve kendine icicek birsey aliyordu.E bide ona sorayim dedim kendime.Gittim ve sordum.Bütün olayi anlattim.Oda dediki: ” Ercan gercekten sana 1xbet yeni giriş yardim etmek isterdim ama annem ve babam hayatta izin vermezler.Evden disari cikmami bile istemiyorlar “Bende ozaman cok üzümlü bir surat astim.YAkisikliyim ve bazilari bana “bebek surat” derler. Aslinda bu olaya gicik oluyorum ama bazi yerlerde bebek suratim bana cok yardimci olay…tipki bu olaydaki gibi.Birden bire özlem dediki:”Ama yazilidan dört gün evel annem ve babam türkiyeye gidiyorlar.Amcamin kizi evleniyor ve bizde davetliyiz. Beni götürmüyorlar cünkü okulumu yapmami istiyorlar ve kücük kardesime bakmam lazim.Istersen bize gelebilirsin.Ama lütfen hickimseye söyleme!”Bende tamam dedim. Özlem aslinda cok utangac bir kiz.Bunlari bana söylerken kirmizi bile olmadi.Cok sasmistim… Neyse günlerin günü geldi ve ben onun evine gittim. Yolda sirf bir iki kere onu sikmek aklima geldi.Ama daha fazla takilmadim o düsünceye.Harbiden bu yazili bir kadaer yazilisiydi… Yarim saat yoldan sonra onun evine geldim…zilini caldim..acti…ve 6inci kata kadar merdivenleri ciktim.Amina koyugim bi asansör yoktu. Cok sigara ictigim icin pek fazla nefes yoktu bende…o yasda Sonra evin kapisini acti.Ayni surat….ama basörtüsünü cikarmisti. Uzun siyah saclari vardi.Pek bakimli degildiler ama.Merhaba falan filan dedik.Hayirdi noldu cok terlemissin.Okadar cok mu heycanlandin yaziliya dedi.Bende sirf güldüm.Iceri girdim bana soguk bir Cola getirdi.Salonda oturuyorduk.Kücük erkek kardeside geldi oraya. Cocuk 3 yada 4 yasindaydi ve cok tatliydi.Ben kücük tati cocuklarini cok severim ve hep kendim sanki cocugum gibi oynarim.Acayib simarmistim ve dersi unutmustum bile.Yaklasik 20 dakika falan oynadikdan sonra özlem beni derse hatirlatti.Cocugu odasina götürp özlemin odasina gectik. Hep önümden yürüyordu ve arasira “yaw yeniden uzun etek giymis gicik” diye düsünüyordum. Neyse masasina oturup ders calismaya basladik.Yarim saat sonra canim acayib sikildi. Ve “Tamam ok yeter bir bes dakika ara verelim”dedim.Oda oldu dedi.Konusmaya basladik. Ona sordum sözlüsü yada nisanlisi falan yokmu diye.Oda hayir dedi.Daha erken bir iki sene sonra falan bakariz dedi.5 dakika aradan 15 dakika oldu ve hadi derse devam edelim dedi.Benim kafam ama artik baska yerdeydi…Ama ok dedim ve calismaya 1xbet güvenilir mi devam ettik.Onun okuduklarini söylediklerini artik hic merak etmiyordum. Sirf kafami anladim diye falan salliyordum.Ara sira sandelyede geriye yaslanip kafami kasir gibi yapiyordum ve hep sandelyenin arka tarafindan disari firlayan götünne bakiyordum.Siyah kumas pantolon giymistim ve sikim yavas yavas kalkmaya basladi. Ara sira sikimi oynatiyordum. Icimden lütfen su sikime bak sana diye düsünüyordum. Artik kafamdan ne gecti bilmiyorum..ve dogrusu hatirlamiyorum birden bire o koca götüne bir tokat attim. Hemem dogruldu ve aaaayyy diye bagirdi.Belliki korkmustu ama göstermek istemiyordu ve güldü ne yapiyorsun dedi.Ve bana sakadan tokat vurmak istedi.Bende onun kollarini tutum ve güldüm. Hadi bakalim vur dedim. Oda ay birak falan filan ötüyordu.Dayanamadim ve sapikligim irtaya cikti.Seni sikmek istiyorum dedim.Birden bire domates gibi kirmizi oldu.Sapik diye bagirmaya basladi. Sandalyeden kalkip onu yataga dogru ittim ve hemen üstüne atladim.Agzini kapattim.Ne oldugunu anlamiyordu. Ama saka olmadigini anlamisti kesin.Sirt üstü yatagin üstünde yatiyordu ve bende karninin üstüne oturdum.Gözleri acilmisti ve elim agzinin üstündeydi.Bagrip cagriyordu ve aglamayada basladi.Ben hicbirsey yapmiyordum.Sirf agzini bütün gücümlöe kapatiyordum. Yirpindi carpindi sudan cikmis balik gibi.Bu olay iki pc dakika sürdü ama benim hic bitmeyen hikaye gibiydi.Artik yorulmustu ve aglamaktan burnu tikilmis olmaliydi iyi nefes alamiyordu ve haraketleri yavaslandi.Ben ona sus bagirma hic sansin yok diye söyledim.Sikim acayib kalkmisti ve patlicak sandim. Onu hemen ters cevirsim ve yastigi kafasinin üstüne koydum ve bir elimle bastirdim kafasina.Ama pek fazla bastirmadim cünkü ne olursa olsun biraz korkuyordum ´bogulmasin diye.Sikim götünün üstündeydi ve götü cok yumusakti.O altimda cigliklar atarken ben etegini indirmeye baktim ama iyi olmuyordu onun icin parcalamaya yirtmaya basladim.Sonunda beyaz normal bir kilotla duruyordu. Kilodunu yirtmak cok kolaydi.Artik götü tam altimdaydi….o kac kere 31 cekerken hayal ettigim Göt.Aslinda tam hayal ettigim gibiydi…tek degisikli götün killi olmasiydi.Kisa siyah killarla doluydu götü.Ama bu beni dahada fazla 1xbet giriş aztirtti.O bana alttan bacaklariyla tekme atiyordu ama hic acimiyordu..yeteri kadar sert ve güclü degildiler. Göt deligi tam siya bir delikti.Sikimi tutmadan sokmaya calistim ama tabiki girmiyordu.özlemde yastigin altindan birsey diyordu pek hatirlamiyorum.Sirf lütfen birak beni allah askina nolur falan filan hatirliyorum.Ne yapicaktim simdi?Sikimi defa larca dayiyordum ve bastiriyordum ama hem o kendisini cok sikiyordu hemde kaygan olmadigi icin girmiyordu.Ortalikta krem falanda yoktu. Agzimdaki bütün tükürükleri toplayip sikimin basina sürdüm.Girecegine hic inanmiyordum ama ucunu bi bastirdimki zorla girdi!!Inanamiyordum özlemin koca götünün icindeydim!Ucu girdi digeride sorum olmaz diye düsünerek yüklendim ve bi vurusla hepsini götüne soktim.Yaklasik 17 cm.Bi oh cektim. Oda altimda daha halen kivraniyordu ve girdigi zaman sesli bir ciglik atti.Sirf ben duydum tabi.Ondan önce ben daha birkac kizi götten sikmistim.Hepsi severek vermisti.Ve hepsinde cok kaygan krem kullanmistim.Götleri ama ozaman bana pek dar gelmiyordu cok rahat icinde haraket edebiliyordum.Ama özlemin götünde tam tersi….. O kadar kuru ve dardiki pompalamak zor ve hafiftende acili geliyordu.Yinede zevkten cosmustum.Acayib dardi.Simdi hatirlarkende sikim kalkiyor….Yaklasik sirf iki dakika sürdü götüne bosaldim.Cok sessiz siktim onu.O ama aglayip duruyordu.Siktikten sonra hemen kalktim.Kitablarimi aldim.giyindim ve evden ciktim. Özlemse sanki ölü gibi yatagin üstünde..kafasi halen yastigin altinda duruyordu.Hic korkmadim cpnkü arasira hafif haraketler yapiyordu.Belliki okadar cok utaniyordu ve korkuyordu benim suratima asla bakamazdi… Evden cikmadan önce kücügün odasina girip bi baktim. Televizyonda cizgi film izliyordu.Olayi dinlemedi gene cok mutlu olmustum.Zaten siktikten sonra acimaya basladim kiza ve pisman olmustum… Neyse eve giderken hep yolda düsündüm.. kendimden cok emindim…kime söylicekdiki?? Hayatta annesine yada babasina söyliyemezdi keserlerdi onu. Polisede gidemezdi..giderse annesi falan ögrenirdi. Bu olaydan sonra özlem bir hafta okula gelmedi.Harbiden endiselenmeye baslamistim…ama sinif ögretmenime sordum nevar diye…oda kiz hastaymis dedi.Icim rahatlamisti.YAziliyi zar zor kopya cekerek gectim:)))Böylece sinifta kalmadim ve okulu bitirdim.Ondan sonra özlemle birdaha konusmadik.Benim yüzüme bile bakmiyordu..ve kendisi dahada cok sakin olmaya basladi.Bunu farkeden kisi yoktu cünkü zaten kimse tanimiyordu onu pek iyi…..

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