Santa’s Special Package for Me

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Twelve. That’s how many cousins packed into my grandmother’s tiny apartment every Christmas. We were usually the first to arrive since we were the oldest and could help dig out the song books, set the table, and take every folding chair or comfy cushion we could find and strategically place them around the tree. Aunts, uncles, and cousins ranging in age from one to eleven arrived in a steady stream, each bringing their contribution to the buffet that was carefully assigned by my grandmother. We stuffed ourselves first, then gathered on the mismatched collection of chairs and cushions to sing off-key Christmas carols – the cousins getting visibly more excited and fidgety with each passing song. We all knew that by the time we finished, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” there would be a knock at the door and a booming male voicing calling, “Ho, Ho, Ho!”

For years, “Santa” would deliver gifts to all the cousins and we were convinced that he made an extra Christmas Day trip just for us. As I got older, I started to recognize the eyes above the beard — a friend from my grandmother’s church, the upstairs neighbor. The Christmas after my 18th birthday, the piercing blue eyes above the beard belonged to my boyfriend who had generously volunteered to don the red suit and black boots. His broad shoulders filled out the furry red coat nicely with only his thick, muscular forearms visible. The pants were too baggy for me to see his tight ass as he bent over his gift bag to pull presents out for my little cousins.

As the gift wrap started to fly and the kids tore through the presents, Santa wished us all a Merry Christmas and I walked him to the door. He leaned over and whispered, “I have a very special package for you. Have you been good this year?” I felt below his black belt to try and grab hold of that special package but laughed when I could only get hold of the stuffing in the pillow that made his round Santa belly. “Bye Santa!” I called as I watched him walk down the block in the falling snow. Santa would never get into a random car in the driveway, so he parked a few blocks away in case one of the cousins peeked out the window. I had already started mentally disrobing Santa as I closed the door and headed back into the chaos.

A couple of hours later, I pulled up to his parents’ house surprised to see only his car in the driveway. My boots crunched on the snow as I made my way up to the side door and knocked. I heard their ancient, arthritic dog bark a warning as the lock flipped, and he opened the door for me to get out of the cold and into the cozy kitchen. “The snow is supposed to get worse, so my parents are staying at my aunt’s house tonight,” he explained. A night full of new possibilities opened up with that statement.

“Mind if I take a quick shower? I feel all sticky and gross after playing with my little cousins for hours.”

“Sure, but will you open one of your gifts first? When my parents called to say they would be gone tonight, I stopped and got you something you may want to put on.”

I reached in the small, pink gift bag and felt something soft and stringy. I pulled out a triangle of red fur lined with white, and realized the stringy thong also included a furry strip of red down the back.

“What do you think Mrs. Claus? Want to try it on after you shower? There’s a top in there, too.”

“Only if you are in your full Santa outfit, minus the pillow stuffed belly, when I get out…”

“Deal.”

The master bathroom had an amazing steam shower, and I took my time getting warm and letting my imagination explore the possibilities of the two of us in an empty house. I turned off the shower and sat in the steam for a bit, breathing it in and feeling the tiny drops of warmth on my skin. I had pulled into the driveway feeling spent and expecting a pretty tame, supervised night of Christmas movies, but now felt horny as hell.

Stepping out of the steam, I dried off and pulled the other part of my gift out of the pink bag. The top was red in the front, and strappy in the back. I slid into it and the soft, furry white straps went over my shoulders and crisscrossed my back leaving my skin open to the air. The front was red and sheer, loosely hanging down to my hips. I looked in the mirror and made a mental note to compliment him on his choice — my hard nipples were making tiny tents in the fabric, and the sheerness highlighted the shape of my full, round, tits. I slid the bottoms on and completed the outfit. The strip of fur in the back settled into the crack of my ass, with the tips of the fur tickling me in an unexpectedly pleasant way. The fur strip thinned into a thin string connecting to the triangle in the front. I did one more mirror check, and opened the bathroom door expecting to find Santa, but instead found a pair of red high heels on the Sahabet bed and an empty room.

Taking the hint, I slid into the heels, walked through the kitchen, and heard music playing up in the living room above the garage. I reached the top of the staircase, and there he was. “He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot.” True to his word, my boyfriend was sitting in a big leather armchair next to the tree in his full Santa outfit.

“Thank you for my gift. What do you think, Santa?”

He just sat back and looked me up and down. “His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow”

“I love it, Mrs. Claus”

“Is it too late to sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas?”

“I’ll make an exception for you.”

I sat sideways on his lap; my back was leaning against one side of the chair, and my legs were hanging over the other. The fur from his coat felt soft and warm through the straps on my back, and his hand was sliding up and down my right leg from my ankle above the high heel to my hip.

“First, I want a kiss for Christmas.”

I leaned forward and found his mouth between the fake mustache and beard. I parted his lips with my tongue and kissed him deeply. I could feel his beard and his cock shifting as we kissed. As I started to pull away to make my next request, he held my bottom lip between his teeth and put his hand on the back of my neck to kiss me again. This time, his hand didn’t stop at my hip, but slid up to my chest where he cupped my tit and let his right hand rest there while he asked what else I wanted — his index finger tracing circles around my nipple.

“I also want to feel your beard on my tits while your mouth is on my nipples.”

His right hand left my chest and met his left hand on my lower back. His strong arms supported me as I leaned back so I could shift on his lap, maneuvering my left leg to the other side so I was straddling him. The chair was wide enough for me to fit my knees next to his thighs so I could raise myself up for easier access to my tits. He brought his mouth close to my left nipple, his lips so close I could feel his warm breath, but not yet making contact. He flicked his tongue in and out of that white beard, teasing my nipple through the fabric while his hands stayed on my lower back. He turned his head to face my other tit and did the same — flicking, tasting and teasing, but still on top of the fabric. The anticipation was unbearable. My nipples were rock hard and every flick sent a wave like an electric pulse from my nipple straight to my pussy.

His right hand slid up from my lower back to my shoulder and pulled the soft strap down past my shoulder to my upper arm, finally releasing one of my tits from the fabric. The beard was coarse and thick, but sexy. Before his mouth touched my skin, he moved the edge of the beard on top of my nipple and wiggled his chin making the hair rub back and forth like a paint brush across my nipple. I smiled and laughed at first, but then the climbing feeling started deep inside my pussy — the heat, and the wetness with the pulsing that felt like an orgasm wasn’t too far away. I closed my eyes and arched my back, giving him better access to my nipple. His beard moved away, but his lips followed. His mouth surrounded my nipple and he sucked on my tit as my back arched and I moaned. I pulled the Santa hat off his head and tossed it aside so I could bury my fingers in his hair and grab on, pulling his mouth closer to me.

His mouth left my tit and I sat up so he could slide my top off completely. He moved on to my other tit and his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, and those white whiskers went to work. In the middle of my gasps and moans, I managed to get out the words,

“Santa, I have one more thing to ask for…”

“Yes?”

“I want your cock for Christmas.”

“A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and fill’d…”

Too obvious? He did wink and twist his head as he removed the beard. He slid both hands under my ass and stood up so he was carrying me. My damp pussy was pressed against his cool belt buckle as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He carried me to the oversized ottoman and gently put me down. Just to give some context, the ottoman was one of those big ones that doubled as a table — if you had two next to each other it could make a twin sized bed. I reached up and unbuckled the giant back belt. The red, furry Santa coat fell open revealing his ripped chest and the fact that he was shirtless under his Sahabet Giriş coat. I stood up to help him take the coat off and could finally feel his skin against mine. I wanted to bite his thick shoulders and press my mouth all over his chest. I alternated kissing and sucking on his earlobes as I pressed my tits against his cheek and slid the coat off his arms. The coat was so soft and festive that I spread it over the ottoman to sit on later. Seeing the belt on the floor, I had an inspiration.

The belt was thick, black leather with a metal buckle. I picked it up and moved behind him, pulling one of his arms behind his back as I went. I took the other arm, put his wrists together, and started wrapping the black belt around them. I managed to feed the end of the belt through the buckle tightly enough to keep the belt in place. Santa was bound…essentially handcuffed. I walked in front of him and grabbed the waist band of his pants right at the belly button. I pulled him along with me as I sat back down on the coat-covered ottoman. The loose Santa pants made it easy to see how hard he had gotten from our time in the chair. I slid his elastic waist band over his thick cock and found that special package he had waiting for me. Turns out, he bought his own soft, stringy thing at the same place that he bought mine. Instead of a Santa theme, his was a candy cane. The G-string was made with stretchy fabric designed to grow with his him so his long, thickening cock was covered in red and white stripes. It even smelled like peppermint. I took the tip of his candy cane cock in my mouth and blew warm air through the fabric. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I swallowed over and over, giving him the sensation of my throat gripping his tip. With his cock still in my mouth, I reached between his legs to tickle his balls. The flaw in the G-string was that the bigger his cock grew, the more his balls were exposed as the fabric shifted.

With my hand still on his balls, I took my mouth off his cock and shifted so I was lying on my back on the ottoman with my head hanging off the side. He took a step forward to straddle my face so my mouth was between his ass and his balls. My tongue traced a path back and forth between his ass and his balls, and I took his balls in my mouth licking them and gently sucking and humming to make them vibrate. My hand was stroking his cock while I slid his G-string aside so my tongue could rim his asshole.

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?”

With his hands still belted behind his back, he was powerless to unwrap his cock from the candy cane fabric. I dropped my hands from his cock and he took a step back so I could sit up and help. I stood up, turned him around, and sat him down on the ottoman. Slowly, one at a time, I pulled off his black boots and peeled off his red socks. The pants dropped effortlessly to his feet. I got down on my knees and spread his legs, taking another taste of his balls before gripping the top edge of the red and white fabric between my teeth. I pulled the fabric up and over his cock, and he lifted his hips as I pulled the G-string down his thighs and to the floor.

His pulsing cock stood up straight and proud, free to breathe and grow as he sat on the ottoman looking up at me still in my Mrs. Claus bottoms. I straddled him again with his cock sliding over the furry strip of fabric that was between my ass cheeks. I moved with him, pressing my clit against his pelvic bone while his cock pressed against my ass through the fabric. I needed him to touch me, to take charge. I stood up and unbuckled the belt, freeing his arms, hands, and fingers. He started to stand up, but I realized I wasn’t done being in charge yet. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him on his back on the ottoman. He tilted his head back to look at me as I searched the room for his beard, picked it up, and brought it over to him to put back on.

Once the white whiskers were back in place, I straddled his face so he could bury his tongue in my pussy as the beard teased and tickled my clit. Moving the furry red triangle aside, he covered me with his mouth. His tongue stayed shallow, probing the entry to my pussy but not fully entering. His beard stroked the space between my pussy and my ass, and the climbing feeling returned.

I reached to his chin and slid the beard off his face so his tongue could sink more deeply inside me. I leaned over to get a taste of his cock while he continued to devour me. I twisted my tongue around his tip, teasing the rim and sucking on the tip like a lollipop. He let out groan of pleasure, the sound muffled by my pussy. I moved my mouth up and down on his cock so he was fucking my mouth and moved my hips up and down so I Sahabet Güncel Giriş was fucking his face. His lips surrounded my clit as his tongue alternated circling it and teasing it. My hips moved faster and faster, and I could barely keep my mouth surrounding his cock I was moaning and gasping so much as I approached an explosive orgasm. His fingers found my vagina, and I propped myself up on one hand so I could feel them reach the sweet spot deep inside. With my other hand, I stroked his cock that was still wet and slippery from my mouth. I gripped him firmly, sliding up from the bottom of shaft to his tip, over and over while he moved his fingers in and out, faster and faster. When I felt his cock getting dry, I bent over and swallowed him again to get him wet, then stroked him again. His tongue found my clit dead on and he flicked it side to side, over and over as I begged him not to stop. The warm shock waves traveled up my thighs and deep into my pussy as the waves of orgasms started deep to shallow. I could feel the wetness spill on to his chin as I came — wet and intense — with the inside of my vagina contracting and releasing over and over until even my face felt numb and tingly. Moments later, he let out a loud groan and his cock moved and pulsed as my hand slid back and forth milking every last drop while he came on my tits that were still hovering near his cock.

I collapsed on top of him, and slowly rolled off the ottoman and found something to wipe the cum off my chest while he sat up. The stringy undies were soaked from my orgasm, so I slid them off and dropped them to the floor. He walked back over to the big armchair and sat down, watching me walk around the room and pick up the pieces of our outfits — the black belt, the Santa hat, the beard that smelled of sex that we would have to say we lost rather than face giving it back to my grandmother for next year’s Santa. I could feel his eyes on me and realized that the only thing I was still wearing was the shiny red high heels. He loved high heels.

“Come back over to Santa’s lap. You asked for something I haven’t had a chance to give you.”

“That’s a good point, I unwrapped it, but my stocking hasn’t been filled yet.”

“Why don’t you bring Santa’s belt over with you.”

I was not surprised to see his cock had already started growing again. After all, we were 18…no recovery time needed. I slowly walked back over to where the belt was piled on the floor with the rest of the Santa costume. I made sure to bend over with my back facing him while I picked up the belt. I walked back over to the chair, heels clicking with each step, and handed him the belt. He draped it over the side of the chair, turned me around and guided me on to his hard cock, with my ass pressed up against him. He reached his hands around and grabbed my tits as I rode him, bending over slightly with my knees wedged next to his thighs in the chair.

“Let’s get off the chair,” I suggested. “I want to feel my last present pounding into me.”

I climbed off his lap, grabbed the Santa coat from the pile, and spread it out on the floor.

“On all fours, Mrs. Claus.”

Once my hands and knees were planted on the soft red coat, he dropped to his knees behind me and thrust into me. With his hands on my hips he fucked me, hard and fast. I could hear the slapping sounds of his hips hitting my ass with each pump. With each thrust, the tip of his cock hit my G-spot over, and over, and over. He slowed down and reached back to grab the belt off the arm of the chair. His cock left me, and he leaned back on his heels with the belt in his hand.

“Put your knees together.”

With my thighs now touching, he wrapped the belt around them and fastened the belt buckle. My legs were strapped together, thighs damp from my pussy, and he pushed my ass down flat to the ground until I was lying face down with my arms to the side. He straddled me this time, with his knees next to mine, and leaned forward just enough to slide his cock through my damp thighs and find the entrance to my pussy. For him, sliding through my thighs felt like sliding into a tight pussy — damp, warm, soft. For me, having my thighs together meant the tip of his cock was sliding against my clit every time he thrust into me. He was getting louder and louder, wanted to hear me say how much I loved being fucked. I told him how incredible his hard, thick cock felt inside me…and how I wanted to fuck all night. Knowing he was in charge, and I couldn’t move, was a huge turn on. The mental turn on of being dominated, and the intense sensation of his cock hitting my clit over and over sent a slow, rolling orgasm through my pussy. For him, fucking me from behind, and hearing me talk about his giant cock made him call out, and I felt the pulse of his cock releasing his cum inside of me.

With his cock still resting between my thighs, he relaxed on top of me. The Santa coat was soft under me, and his warm skin was comforting on top of me. I could feel his breath on my ear ass he gave my earlobe a tug with his teeth and whispered, “Merry Christmas.”

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Mid May in Sydney and it was one of those glorious late autumn days, temperature in the low to mid 20’s, brilliant clear blue sky and not a breath of wind. Michelle and I had decided to celebrate the discovery of our forbidden love by going for a drive and a picnic lunch. With the top down on my old SAAB convertible, we headed off to Palm Beach, 40 kilometres north of the CBD.

“Do you come up here often?” she asked, then giggled her little girl laugh which I simply adored, “Sorry. That was a bit of a silly question really.”

“No. Not silly at all.” Her hand gently squeezed mine as we walked along the dark golden sand. “Yes, we come here often. It is rarely crowded and the drive is very pleasant.”

“Yes it is and thank you for bringing me,” She stretched her head up and kissed me on the cheek. “It is so lovely up here. I’ve never been here before but I can see why you like it so much.” We continued to walk along the beach kicking the broken waves and playfully chasing each other.

We sat for a while on the rocks at the northern end of the beach just listening to the hush of the breaking waves and watching the constant ebb and flow of the surges. I sat with my back to the cliff, Michelle sat between my legs with her back resting on me. Time seemed to stand still and the rest of the world disappeared, the only reality was the two of us and the sea.

“Ray, I have not felt so at peace as I do right now for such a long time,” she whispered as she shifted position sightly to rest her head on my right shoulder, her back against my right leg. “I meant what I said the other day, I really do love you. Being here only intensifies …..”

I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her mouth, cutting her off in mid sentence. “I know exactly what you mean, and I love you very much as well. Um, ….. sorry, struggling to find the right words.” I smiled looking deep into her liquid eyes.

“This is our place.” Michelle snuggled in closer her arms encircling me tightly. An intense feeling of inner happiness welled in my heart together with an overall tranquillity. My right hand draped casually over her chest but lightly covered her breast as she snuggled in. As if by instinct the index finger began to trace a soft trail over the material of her top. It was the barest of touches but soon a noticeable bump of a hardening nipple became evident.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” she said in a very hushed voice. With a subtle movement she brought her mouth to my neck, lightly brushing her lips in response to sensuousness of the moment. Her hand softly caressed my chest keeping time with the strokes of my finger. My eyes wandered down across her slender torso and could not help but notice that the hem of her pale blue skirt has ridden up her thigh. Like a moth to a flame my fingers glided down to caress her mound. Tenderly I eased them flat across the material of her knickers feeling the warmth of her womanhood beneath. She made no attempt to stop me so I slide my hand under the waist band only to be greeted by her mound which was already awash with her sexually secretions. Neither of us dared to speak, the moment was just too special. I simply explored the top of her cleft and easily located her hardened clitoris. With soft circular rotations of my index finger alone, I started to tease her button. Instantly she gasped and shook at my first caress, then she purred with each movement. I did not apply any pressure, just a steady yet gentle touch, sometimes in circles and then along the hard ridge of her clitoral hood. Within Sahabet minutes, Michelle was clutching to my neck in a tender build up to a gorgeous orgasm. Around and along, around and along my finger danced over her most intimate parts, finally sending her over the precipice. She sucked my neck hard against her mouth as her body convulsed then exploded. As her climax burst forth, all Michelle could do was throw her limps wide in an attempt to expel the pent up energy and ride her way through the intense orgasmic waves the racked her gorgeous body. Finally, she relaxed her every muscle, a wonderful smile of contentedness spread across her face. All things around us disappeared, we were locked in an embrace that only knew of the present.

However, this was suddenly disturbed by the breaking of a larger wave. The spray was light yet cold and roused us from our lovers cocoon. The tide was on the way in and we had not noticed, too caught up in other matters. Michelle and I scampered onto the sand before another wave could drench us, laughing at ourselves for being so naïve.

After catching our breath I asked if she would like to have that picnic lunch she had prepared. She giggled delightfully and suggested a spot not too far from where we stood. I half-heartedly agreed and suggested an alternative; “How about we go up there?” I pointed toward the top of the cliff.

“What? Up There? I mean, what is up there and how could we possibly get there without breaking our necks?” she seemed a little disappointed.

I took her hand and kissed it. “Up there is the Barrenjoyee Lighthouse and it is quite an ease walk which starts around the other side of this peninsula. Her disappointment quickly turned to excitement when I explained how you got there and what the view was like etc. Half an hour later we were standing 100 metres above the sand we had been on.

The plateau upon which the lighthouse is built is oval shaped running east to west. It is about 500 metres long and about 200 wide with the lighthouse and accompanying buildings in the middle. The keepers house and the other two buildings are constructed of sandstone blocks quarried from the surrounding cliff, as is the lighthouse itself, but it is painted white. From there you get a 360 degree view across Pittwater and the Hawkesbury River, the southern suburbs of the central coast some 10 kilometres north, and down along the peninsula that is Palm Beach. Eastward all you see is the Tasman Sea and on this day, the sea was just as much at peace as Michelle and I. The tranquillity and virtual stillness once again captured the mood between us.

“Oh Ray this is marvellous. I will remember this moment for ever.” Michelle exclaimed as she turned to take in all before her once more. “I know that sounds corny, but it is from the heart.”

“For me it is all the more beautiful because you are here.” I said, slipping my arm around her slender waist. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and quickly pulled away.

“Lets eat, I am starving, especially after that hike up here, but my god, it is worth it.”

We spread the mini feast out on the western side of the plateau to keep protected from any sea breezes that might spring up. I popped the champagne and we toasted ourselves and savoured the delicious fair which she had packed. After eating we laid out together on the rug, drinking champagne and yapping our heads off. Then, out of the blue, she asked me about my family and how things were between my wife and I.

I knew that she was partly aware Sahabet Giriş of my marital circumstances. My daughter, with her group of friends, and Michelle’s son caught the same bus to their respective schools and there had been a few times when my daughter had caught the bus in tears following of a blow up by my wife. Still, for some reason I still felt a little uncomfortable.

“I am sorry Ray, for asking you that question. You do not have to say anything, I understand.”

I stroked her hair as she laid her head on my thigh. “How long have we been together? You know, um….”

“Fucking each others brains out.” She offered with a cheeky smile.

“Yes. Thank you.” I laughed. “That is exactly the term I was looking for.”

“Since early November, so that makes it about six months.”

“In all that time we have done some amazing things together. Things that I would never have dreamed of doing with you-know-who.”

“We certainly have. Plus we have talked like I would never have dreamed of doing with my you-know-who.” We both chuckled at that.

“Michelle,” I said quietly, “I want to tell you something. Something deeply personal which I never mentioned previously to anyone.”

“You know you can tell me anything, Ray.” She sat up, sipped her champagne, watching me with a special sparkle in her eye over the rim of her glass.

“Yes, I know. In fact I would go as far as to call you my sole-mate and in reality my only true friend. I really mean that.” I had to quickly bite my lip and look away, a well of emotion brewed up suddenly from deep within me and I could feel my self-control slipping. The hurt of uttering those words and the reality behind them was all consuming. Michelle just remained where she was, realising that I needed to get this off my chest. Her hand sort mine, her gentle touch the only physical comfort she was going to give. With a quiet shake of the head, I gathered my composure and told her a story. It involved an internet chat room and a girl from Birmingham in England. It was not just fanciful meeting and she was actually who she said she was. It lasted a year and we were very much in love with one another, then with the pending birth of my third daughter and the UK girl her finding a real-life partner, we parted company, just like that. As quickly as it had started, it ended at her bequest. In some ways I still carried a torch for that UK lass.

When I finished relating my experience to Michelle, I saw she had tears in her eyes. I looked deep into her face and she told me that it sounded so beautiful and that she was sad for me at the way it ended. I gently pulled Michelle to me, hugging her close. She sat on my lap facing me, her legs were either side of mine and the skirt she wore fanned across us both. I buried my face into her neck and she the same, our arms enfolding each other with all the strength we could muster, trying to give that strength to the other. The release of telling my story was too much, the hurt and sorrow that accompanied it reducing my resolve. I wept like I had never before which brought Michelle to tears as well. Wrapped in the security of each others arms found shelter and comfort, and above all love.

With tears still in our eyes, we tenderly kissed. A kiss full of passion but not ladened with lust. Tongues exploring deeply into mouths, hands caressing backs, soothing and yearning, comforting and encouraging, telling the other through actions alone that they were in safe waters. Her tongue engaging mine in a languid, sensual Sahabet Güncel Giriş dance that kept time to a far off tune. The smell of her perfume and the soft fall of her hair upon my shoulder sending my senses to flight, all cares dissipating with every flick of her tongue. There was no sexual driven urgency in or embrace, just a highly passionate joining of kindred spirits high atop this marvellous place that we now called our own.

I softly lifted her, carefully holding her body to mine, and eased her on to her back, never once breaking our kiss. Her legs wrapped about my waist as I carefully pressed my body to hers. Her hips rocked to meet mine as the breeze flicked the air around us. The scent of the ocean filled the air as we fell together, locked in a timeless embrace. I reached down between our bodies and unzipped my jeans and with sure fingers I retrieved my now hard member. I felt Michelle’s pelvis undulate beneath me urging me to continue. I held myself steady posed above her and as gently as possible pushed her knickers aside. As they moved I lowered my loins to hers, her lower body rising up to meet me. The head of my cock pressed firmly into the top of her cleft, pushing aside the silky, hairless labia. With my hips alone, I gently guided my shaft lower, Michelle’s copious flow allowing for an easy transit. I sucked her tongue firmly into my mouth as I slowly sank my groin into her. Her legs folded up and around my hips in response. She caught her breath momentarily as my thickness pushed inside her body, filling her completely. Once again her hips rocked with mine, a slow and steady grind, unlike some of the wild couplings we had previously known.

Neither of us wanting to break our kiss, we sensuously made love there in the open air. I kept myself fully inserted, just using the writhing of our bodies to stimulate each other. She arched her back bringing her clitoris in contact with my pubic bone and sensing this I ground my hips more firmly to match her consuming movements. Together we rocked and slowly humped our hips, feeling the growing tension of heightened stimulation and each only wanting to satisfy the other. Like a distant roll of thunder, my orgasm commenced. My breathing slowly becoming ragged yet still attached to her mouth and she in turn doing the same. No one was leading the other, our bodies in turn, senses working over time. Finally we had to break that long kiss, the need for air to great as our bodies rotated one on the other. The rising waves of climax were fast approaching but I kept my penis deep inside her clutching vagina. The ever increasing wetness of her secretions spreading across her knickers as well as my jeans. Her body rippling like the surf below as I tensed, trying to stem the flow to wait for Michelle. Soon I could feel her coming. The waves of her orgasm racing along her legs in little tremors, my own pounding in my brain. With quietened restraint we crash upon each others shores. The blinding force of the held back flow throwing me deeper inside the beautiful woman beneath me. Her body clinging to me with every possible muscle as explosion upon explosion convulsed her torso. My own climax bursting forth, spilling deep inside her beautiful body. I held myself still, feeling the pulse of my organ with each jet of come. We had come together, in many senses of the word, and were now in feel fall, joined by bonds that have been tightened through the opening of hearts and consummated by such a tender yet deeply touching union.

After a few long minutes, Michelle looked up into my eyes. She softly brushed my tussled hair, “That was beautiful.”

“And so are you” I replied my limp penis still held within her silky vagina. I pulled away slightly and rolled onto my side, leaving my leg draped over her thigh.

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I had a hard-on when I got up that morning. I still had it after I went to the toilet. Since I’d have to take care of it myself, I headed for the top drawer of my dresser where I had hidden one of my dad’s issues of Penthouse. My prick oozed pre-come as I read the letters in the ‘Forum’ section of the magazine. Man, how I’d like to experience some of the things in those letters. Almost nineteen years old and still virgin. I sometimes couldn’t believe it myself. A seminar I had attended at school gave me a vivid fear of contracting AIDS through casual sex. Although I’d give my eyeteeth to suck and fuck some of the girls I dated, I just couldn’t take the chance, even if they did seem healthy and willing.

So, I looked at the picture of a sexy blonde, whose shaved pussy had a small patch of black pubic hair, as I jacked off and shot my wad into the bathroom sink.

A few minutes later, as I was getting dressed, I glanced toward the house next door. Wham! instant hard-on. In the bedroom across from mine, our neighbor, Ruth, was naked as a jaybird.

She and her husband, Bill, have lived next door since before I was born. She used to baby-sit me. She’s very attractive, in her mid-thirties, and always has seemed like one of the family. I truly love her.

But, jeez, seeing her luscious tits and nipples and dark-haired pussy had me thinking thoughts I never had dreamed I’d think.

She apparently was looking at herself in the big mirror on her closet door. I stroked my prick as I watched her fondle her nipples, then dip her finger into her cunt. She licked her finger.

I suddenly realized I was seeing Ruth as I never had. She’s as sexy as any of the babes in the magazine? And she’s real, not just a picture. I longed to lick her finger. And a lot more. Dream on, I thought.

A short time later, I was getting ready to mow our backyard when Ruth called from her back door, “Hey, Tom, come on over and have a donut and coffee.” This wasn’t unusual, so I headed over.

Ruth was barefoot and wearing a shortie robe. As she poured coffee, she motioned me to the chair beside hers at the kitchen table.

“So, what’s with you this morning?” she asked.

“Do you and Bill ever talk dirty to each other?”

“Wha-a-at?”

“Do you and Bill…”

“I heard you.”

“Well, do you?”

“I can’t believe this is the same Tom I used to baby-sit.”

“It’s not. I’m no longer a kid, and I’m very interested in sex. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“Where’d you come up with such a question?”

“I was reading the letters to Forum in one of my dad’s Penthouse magazines and wondered if people really talk to each other as they do in some of the letters. I can’t very well ask Mom or Dad, but I didn’t think you’d mind telling me.”

“I see.”

“What’s more, just so you’ll know, when I looked out my bedroom window a while ago I saw you naked.”

“My, my. And?”

“And I liked what I saw. And I want to lick your wet finger like you did.”

“You’re getting hard just thinking about it, aren’t you?” she asked as she glanced at my crotch.

Embarrassed, I mumbled, “Yes. Very hard.”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but talking about it is making is me horny. I haven’t even considered sex with anyone except Bill since we got married before you were born but…”

“Is that what you’re considering now? Are you going to let me lick your finger?”

“Tom, honey, I’m thinking about us doing a whole lot more than that.”

I’m sure I had an amazed look as I asked, “Are you serious?”

She put her hand on mine and gazed into my eyes. “I’m very serious.”

I was so nervous I hardly could speak. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Sweetie, I want you to kiss me all over.”

I leaned over and put my lips against hers. She pulled away.

Bewildered, I asked, “Shouldn’t I kiss your mouth?”

“Of course, but open yours so we can touch tongues.”

When I kissed her again, she literally sucked my tongue into her mouth. She put her hand on my hard-on and moved my hand to one of her tits. It felt soft and nice. The nipple was as hard as my prick. Her tongue continued to Sahabet lap mine as she opened her robe so my hands could explore her bare breasts while she fondled my cock. I was so sexually excited that I was having a hard time breathing.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she urged.

I scooped her into my arms and carried her there as fast as I could. When I put her down, she removed her robe. I stared in awe. Looking at her naked body had my heart pounding so hard that I’m sure she could hear it.

“You like?” she asked. “Talk dirty and tell me.”

I had such a hard time talking that I actually stammered. “Your t-tits and n-nipples b-beautiful. I’d love to suck them .”

“Not until you get out of those clothes. You have the only uncircumcised cock I’ve ever seen. Of course, that was many years ago. I can’t wait to see if the skin hangs over the end when it’s hard. In any case, I bet it’s magnificent.”

While she was talking, she put her finger in her cunt. It was all wet and shiny as she held it out to me. “Here, you said you wanted to lick my finger.”

I sucked it. “Umm! Tastes good.”

“Have you never tasted come?”

“Did you just come?” 2

“Heavens no. You just tasted my lubrication. It’s sort of like pre-come on your prick. You’ll get to taste my come before I’m finished with you this morning. Now, get out of those damned clothes.”

When I finally stood naked before her, she stared at my prick which was sticking almost straight up against my stomach.

“Oooh! There’s no skin covering your knob. You have one helluva good looking six or seven inches of cock. And your balls look like they’re loaded with come.” She wrapped her hand around me and moved the skin up and down over the knob. “That nice soft skin makes it easy to jack you off. I adore Bill’s prick, but I sure wish it wasn’t circumcised.”

She put her arms around me and hugged me. Feeling her soft tits and taut nipples against my bare chest and her stomach against my prick was pure heaven. Then, she put one hand on my ass and the other behind my head as she pulled me close and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth.

She gave my lips a final wet kiss, put her hand under my balls and said, “C’mon let’s get on the bed and have some oral sex.”

Our tongues tangled in a passionate French kiss. My hand fondled one of her marvelous tits while she wrapped her hand around my prick.

When we paused for breath, she asked, “Do you know what sixty-nine is?”

“Sure. We suck each other at the same time.”

“But first, I want to get a quick taste of your prick.”

She licked and kissed her way down my body until she reached her goal. Her lips eagerly slurped the pre-come on the end of my cock. Next, she licked my glans, balls and entire length. Briefly, her warm mouth engulfed as much of my prick as it could. Wow! my prick never had felt so good.

She kept her hand on my cock as she moved up beside me for another kiss.

Then she asked, “Do you know what my clit is and where it is?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“When we sixty-nine, I’m going to straddle your face. I hope you’ll kiss and lick every bit of my cunt, and stick your tongue in as far as you can. Then, please suck my clit until I come.”

She reached for a tissue on her nightstand. “Here,” she said as she handed it to me, “When I come, please keep sucking. If you don’t want to swallow my come, hold it in your mouth until I’ve finished, then spit it in this.”

She squatted over my face and began sucking my prick. Her cunt looked and smelled wonderful. I kissed it, licked it and plunged my tongue into it. Then I ran my tongue along the space between her slit and her anus before I wetly licked her puckered asshole. It had a slightly-salty taste.

“Oh, Tom, that feels nice. I’ve never been licked there.”

I did it again as she resumed sucking my prick.

While gently sucking her clit, warm sticky fluid poured into my mouth. It tasted great. I continued sucking, because I wanted to, not because she had asked me to. As I continued to lap her cunt, my come erupted into her mouth. She swallowed it and kept sucking Sahabet Giriş until she got every drop. She moved up beside me. We kissed enthusiastically, 3 tasting our come on each other’s lips.

“Ruth, I had no idea that come would taste so good.”

“I just love the taste. I’d also love to have you fuck me, but I don’t have any condoms. I’ll get some when I go to the store this afternoon, then you can come over tomorrow morning and we’ll fuck like bunny rabbits. Let’s rest a few minutes, then take turns sucking each other.”

“Okay,” I said, eager to taste more of her delicious come. “Let me go first.”

“I’m so ready to have you eat me that my cunt’s actually throbbing,” she said as she placed a pillow under her ass and spread her legs.

I quickly moved my face between her thighs, and she placed her legs on top of my shoulders. I spread the wet pink lips. “Your cunt looks so delicious that I may come just from looking at it.”

“Oh, Tom, ” she sighed as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I gave her asshole a wet kiss and licked it several times. She moaned and tightened her legs around my head.

Craving the taste of her pussy, I stuck my tongue into it as my finger gently rubbed her asshole. I greedily licked her entire cunt before I opened my mouth around her clit and sucked it until her come drenched my lips and face. After lapping up all of her come, I buried my nose in her pubic hair and savored the heavenly aroma.

When I again moved up beside her, she licked her come from my lips. “You make my cunt feel wonderful,” she said. Then she moved one of her nipples to my mouth and said, “Suck this for a minute before I suck you.” I happily sucked as she fed me each of her magnificent nipples.

She dragged her tits along my body as she moved her mouth down to my crotch. She licked the head of my cock as though it was an ice cream cone. Then, she gently sucked the knob. Next, she put her mouth around me and did things with her lips and tongue that made me come so much I thought I’d never stop. She kept sucking until I was completely drained before she moved up beside me and plunged her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my own come, and liked it.

A short time later, I went home with a hard-on, wondering how I could manage to wait until morning when Ruth and I could fuck.

The following day, I woke earlier than usual, and pulled on a pair of shorts. but nothing else. I paced my bedroom, feeling guilty because I was just killing time until I could go next door to have sex with the wife of my good friend Bill. Despite my feeling of guilt, I had a hard-on from thinking of Ruth’s naked body and all the sexy things we’d soon be doing. I had a great deal to learn from my newfound teacher and I was anxious to do so.

My folks were finishing breakfast when I entered our kitchen. I mumbled a surly “G’morning,” then patted my dad’s shoulder and kissed my mom’s cheek. Dad left for work as I was eating a bowl of cereal, and Mom left to finish getting ready for a shopping spree with some of her neighborhood pals.

Fifteen minutes later, knowing that Bill should be on his way to work, I dialed Ruth’s number. I was as tongue-tied as the first time I called a girl for a date. Talking to Ruth in the normal way seemed odd after the intimacy we had shared. 4

To me, her ‘hello’ sounded so sexy that it made my heart flutter and left me momentarily breathless.

“Hi,” I finally muttered. “Mind if I come over for a cup of coffee and whatever goodies you’re offering?”

“Get over here. We’ll skip the coffee and get right to the goodies.”

“I’m going to hang up and I’ll probably be there before the line goes dead” A greyhound would have had a hard time beating me to her back door and into her kitchen.

Holy mackerel! You could have knocked me over with a feather. There sat the object of my lust, completely naked. She had a smirk on her face. One leg was crossed over the other and her foot was swinging up and down. Her provocative attitude seemed to say ‘Hey, big boy, want some of me?’. My prick was far ahead of my voice in announcing my readiness.

“What Sahabet Güncel Giriş if I’d been a delivery man at your back door?”

“I suppose I’d tell him hello and hope he enjoyed the view as much as you and your hard-on seem to be doing.”

She looked pleased when I took off my shorts. Her eyes never left my prick as I strolled over to her. Uncrossing her legs, she grasped my cock, leaned forward and put her mouth around it. I put my hands on her head and watched her suck me. I thought she was going to give me another blowjob, but she pulled away and quickly sheathed my prick in a condom. She stood. As I reached to take her in my arms, she said, “Sit down.”

The moment I was seated, she straddled my lap, grasped my hard-on, then lowered her body as she guided my prick into her cunt. She sat perfectly still, gazed into my eyes and whispered, “That feels so good.”

God, yes, I thought. This was my first time. I had always imagined that a cunt would make my prick feel like it does when I hold it in my warm soapy hand during a shower. No way! The feeling was almost indescribable. My prick throbbed in the warmth surrounding it. Ruth tightened her cunt muscles in response. I didn’t think my prick ever could enjoy anything more. I soon would learn it could.

“I felt so happy about what we did yesterday,” Ruth said, “that last night I gave Bill the best fuck he’s had in months. I almost said your name as I was coming.”

“Are you sorry about yesterday?”

“Sorry? No such thing. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you ever since then,” she told me as she bounced up and down on my cock. “I’m coming,” she sighed. The warmth around my prick increased as her come drenched my balls. She softly moaned, “Oo-o-oh!,” and collapsed against me.

My prick still throbbed in anticipation. Realizing that I hadn’t come, she reached between her legs to hold the base of my prick, while she reached behind her to stroke my balls with her other hand. “Poor baby, you haven’t come. Well it’s time to soften you up.” She tightened her cunt muscles and bounced up and down only two or three times before I exploded into the condom. She kissed me tenderly until my prick softened inside her.

Before I realized what she was doing, she knelt in front of me, removed the condom, then lapped and sucked all the come from my cock. 5

Holding my flaccid rod, she looked up at me and said, “That cute foreskin does cover your knob when your prick’s soft.” She gave it a quick suck, then said, “Let’s go in on the bed so you can eat me and I can go down on you before we fuck some more.”

During the next year and a half, until I left for college, Ruth and I frequently made each other come. We did it orally and fucking. She loved to have me lick her asshole. And she loved to hold her tits around my cock while I fucked them until I came or to jack me off until my come spurted onto my stomach. She always collected my come with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean.

I’m now in my second year of college and for about six months have been going steady with a real cutie. When we first started dating, we did a lot of French kissing and petty groping in the back seat of my compact car. At that time, she wouldn’t allow me any further liberties, thus leaving my balls aching. Then for several months she let me finger-fuck her and suck her tits, and she’d jack me off into a handkerchief. There wasn’t enough room in the back seat for me to comfortably lick between her legs. Several times she sucked me, although not enough to make me come.

When the weather got warm, we spread a blanket on the ground and she opened her legs so I could lick her pussy or fuck her while wearing a condom. She really enjoyed having me make her come with my mouth, so she finally sucked me until I came. She swallowed it and liked it so much that she now willingly gives me a blowjob.

Ruth and Bill regularly send me letters. With mid-term break coming up, Ruth added this P.S. to their most recent letter: “When you get home, I hope you’ll have the time and desire to do the things we used to do. I’m soaking wet for you right now.”

My prick gets hard just thinking about tasting Ruth’s come, having her suck me, feeling her cunt milk my prick, and licking me clean after I come

My girlfriend and I have lots of sex, but right now while I’m thinking about Ruth, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m going to the bathroom sink and jack off.

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Sandi’s Erotic Interludes Ch. 32

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Chapter 32. Kishor 40 widower. (September 1986).

It was early evening on a Friday and expecting Pravin any minute I dressed the way he likes to find me, in just tan stockings and suspender belt with a matching bra and panties set in white. As with most of my clothes, particularly underwear, the ensemble were presents from Pravin who had a preference for tan or white stockings over black.

The ringing of the doorbell surprised me because Pravin possessed his own key. Putting my eye to the spyhole I saw the back of a guys head, the short jet black curls unmistakable Pravin’s.

Opening the door I said, “Forgot your key?” the words freezing on my lips when I realised the guy standing there wasn’t Pravin but a complete stranger.

Grabbing my short towelling robe I quickly slipped it on though felt more assured when the guy introduced himself as Pravin’s brother Kishor.

“Pravin asked me to call and apologise on his behalf. He has some sort of family crisis and won’t be able to join you this weekend.”

Disappointment welling up I thanked Kishor for taking the trouble to let me know and asked if he wanted a drink.

“Pravin told me you’re an attractive girl but it’s an understatement. You are beautiful, absolutely stunning, particularly in your underwear,” he said, ignoring my offer of a drink.

“Your body is much too nice to conceal under that fluffy robe, which anyway must be rather hot. You don’t really need it do you?”

He was right about the heat so I slipped the robe off again, reassured now I knew his identity.

Kishor was running his eyes over my body and feeling a little embarrassed I repeated my offer of a drink. Again ignoring the offer Kishor reached round my body and saying, “May I?” unclipped and removed my bra. It happened so quickly I was caught by surprised but impressed by his dexterity.

“Ah lovely,” Sahabet he said feasting his eyes on my breasts. “You looked disappointed when I told you my brother couldn’t make it.”

“Yes, well it will upset my plans for the weekend. For one thing I haven’t any food in you see, because Pravin always takes me out for meals.”

“I’m at a loose end myself this weekend so can easily do that. In fact it would be a pleasure.”

“Thank you, that would be nice.”

Kishor kissed me briefly on the mouth and both nipples before asking if Pravin did it before or after our evening meal.

“Sorry?”

I looked at him quizzically and Kishor went on, “Sex. Do you and Pravin have it before or after the meal?”

“Both usually,” I replied.

A laughing Kishor said it sounded like a good arrangement.

He was easing my panties down then and feeling confused I simply stood there and let him. Kneeling, Kishor removed the flimsy panties from my ankles as I raised each foot obediently.

“Let me look at your cunt. Sit down and open your legs wide.”

Again I obeyed without thinking and kneeling Kishor stared between my thighs.

“What a lovely sight!” he exclaimed, adding, “and my brother has been enjoying it for over a year. I’m really envious.”

He kissed my cunt lips and I murmured, “You can too if you want,” possibly surprising myself more than Kishor.

Looking at me speculatively he said, “If I give you a good time this weekend will you be mine as well as Pravin’s?”

I didn’t take long to tell him “yes”. Kishor’s tongue on my cunt had felt delightful.

For several days I’d been looking forward to my weekend of sex with Pravin and really wanted, nay needed it, after a particularly stressful week.

Kishor brought his face between my thighs again and began to lick me. He was brilliant at cunnilingus and in Sahabet Giriş my post orgasmic delirium I told him so, gasping that such expertise at oral sex must run in the family.

The smiling Kishor lowered me to the carpet then and slid on top. I hadn’t been aware of him undoing and pushing his trousers down but sighed happily when his penis drove into me. Kissing me, his penis fully embedded, Kishor said, “Pravin and I could share you. I live in London so could visit in the evenings while you continue to enjoy weekends with my brother.”

“I think I’d like that,” I told him, really enjoying the feel of Kishor’s penis moving slowly in and out; though would blush with shame later.

After we’d enjoyed intercourse Kishor took me for a meal at a restaurant I hadn’t been with Pravin, more expensive by the look of it.

It was getting late by the time we arrived back at the flat and I assumed Kishor would be going home. Not a bit of it! As impatient and randy as his brother, Kishor stripped me naked directly we were inside before carrying me giggling to the bedroom. The sex, a very leisurely affair after his initial impatience, was phenomenal and delirious with joy I babbled that he would be welcome to visit the flat any time.

“Pravin told me you’d be up for it. Willing to be shared between us that is,” a smiling Kishor replied.

“So his absence is a set up then!” I exclaimed.

“Not entirely. Pravin is genuinely tied up this weekend but he gave me carte Blanche to try it on, and have you if you seemed willing.”

I feigned annoyance at their duplicity but was really rather pleased; Pravin’s visit were far too infrequent.

“Pravin told me you’re a very randy girl who likes a lot of cock and an incredibly good fuck. He was right on both counts, you’re fantastic.”

Feeling flattered by his words I took Kishor’s Sahabet Güncel Giriş penis into my mouth again, quickly prompting the return of an erection. I moved onto him smiling down happily at Kishor as I lowered my body onto his lovely penis. It was great to feel it inside again. Reaching behind I stroked Kishor’s balls while slowly riding his penis, the guy murmuring about how good it felt. His hands stroking my thighs, then up to my breasts, fingers rolling and rubbing my nipples while I began to ride his penis in earnest. Kishor was responding now, thrusting upwards lustily as I joyfully rode his bucking penis.

This, the third time we’d fucked in a matter of hours, lasted an age and I was a very happy and satisfied girl by the time I rolled off to lay beside Kishor.

We must have both drifted off to sleep then. Waking around four in the morning in need of the loo I was delighted to find the sleeping Kishor by my side and after visiting the toilet snuggled up to him.

Next time I woke it was nearly ten and I found Kishor propped up on one elbow looking at me while slowly stroking his penis.

“Oh lovely!” I cooed, pulling Kishor on top of myself.

Pausing only to scoop my legs up and double them back to my shoulders he entered me.

“Oh yes, yes!” I cried as he began fucking me.

“My brother told me this is one of your favourite positions, as is the one from last night with you on top.”

“It is,” I agreed, clinging happily to Kishor as he fucked me steadily.

The next eight months or so passed in a whirl of sexual activity. With Kishor, a widower, visiting the flat most evenings and also spending the weekends with me that Pravin didn’t, there was hardly a day went by that I didn’t have sexual intercourse at least once. It was a heavenly arrangement.

There was only one blot on the landscape and that was my feeling of guilt on the days I had sex with Tim or Liam, because my occasional dalliances with the couriers continued despite my reluctance to be unfaithful to the brothers. I enjoyed being taken over the senior partner’s desk too much to stop the encounters!

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I came in late one night after working until about midnight. I went to my bedroom where I found Velvet asleep on my bed. She had come over earlier that night to baby-sit because my wife was working the 11:00PM to 7:00AM shift. She was lying on her back on top of the covers, sound asleep. She had evidently wanted to make herself comfortable, as she was wearing only a tee shirt and panties. The shirt was riding up a bit exposing her flat tanned belly. Her high cut white satin and lace panties were fully exposed. I could easily see the soft outline of her mons and pussy lips.

After visually drinking in every inch of her loveliness, I sat down on the edge of the bed and gently shook her near shoulder. I softly spoke her name. Without opening her eyes, she smiled and took my hand in both of hers. What she did next shocked me. With her eyes still closed, she placed my hand on her left breast. Without hesitation, I began to knead her tit. Velvet had beautiful tits, about a 36 C cup. Her nipples were the kind with small areolas and pencil eraser tips.

As I caressed her breast, she kept smiling (still with her eyes closed) and began to rub the inside of my thigh. I took her nipple between my thumb and index finger and rolled it back and forth, sometimes stretching it out to its limits. This had a nice effect on Velvet as she moaned loudly.

I then began to caress her flat belly, working my way down to her hip and then to the top and outside of her thigh. As soon as my hand made the turn across the top of her knee, Velvet spread her legs wide to offer me access to her inner thighs. Switching to her near thigh, I caressed my way up to the top of her thigh, being careful not to touch her pussy just yet.

After a few minutes of this thigh massage, I could see that she was getting quite turned on. I ran my hand up her thigh one more time and curved up to the front of her leg when I reached the top. I then danced my fingers ever so lightly across her mons, still staying outside her panties and curled back up to her belly. I rubbed her smooth belly skin for another few seconds and then gently slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties.

Velvet was not completely shaven but her hair was cropped very short and had that silky feel to it. I placed the flat of my palm on her mons and massaged in tight circles for about two minutes. This was about all she could stand. Velvet took her hand from where she had been rubbing my cock through my pants and grabbed my hand again. She gently but insistently pushed my hand down to rest on her beautiful pussy.

Once my fingers found where she was guiding me, she removed her hands from mine Sahabet and began to knead her breasts and roughly pinch her nipples. The amazing thing about this whole scene was that she still had not even once opened her eyes!

I let my three middle fingers curve down to press against the front of her sweet cunt, with the middle finger falling between her lips. She was very wet and my finger slipped between her labia with no trouble. Then, I slowly withdrew that finger up to the top of her pussy to rest directly on her hard clit.

Instantly she gasped and let out a long low moan. Without moving my finger from its happy play tracing tight little circles around her swollen clit, I bent down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Velvet placed her hands on either side of my head and started to run her fingers through my hair. Then she moved them down to my cheeks.

When she felt my beard, Velvet suddenly opened her eyes. “Bill, it’s you!” she exclaimed in a shocked voice. “I thought you were my boyfriend!” It seems I have a beard and he does not.

I answered her by removing my mouth from her hard nipple just long enough to breathe, “Do you want me to stop?” Without waiting for an answer, I went back to sucking and gently nibbling on her nipple. Simultaneously I moved my finger from her clit down between her lips and plunged it deep into her pussy for the first time.

This had the desired effect. Velvet took in her breath sharply and after only a moments hesitation managed to whine, “No, don’t stop! That feels so good!”

I continued finger fucking her while sucking on her nipple, alternating between teasing her clit and exploring her deepest reaches with first one and then two fingers. While I was doing this, Velvet started undoing my pants in a frenzy. When her goal was finally achieved, she reached into my underwear and grasped my cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and slowly began to stroke it up and down. This was obviously not the first time she had handled a cock. In a very few moments of this treatment, I became rock hard.

I broke off contact with her and stood up to remove my clothes. As I did, Velvet sat up and threw off her shirt. She laid back down and hooking her thumbs in both sides of her panties, they were instantly gone as well. As I was removing the last of my clothes she began rubbing her clit with one hand and her titties with the other.

When I was fully undressed, I closed and locked the door and joined Velvet on the bed. We immediately locked in a passionate embrace. I kissed her full on the mouth and our tongues explored each others’. I moved down to her neck enveloping Sahabet Giriş my senses in her fragrance and nibbled and kissed my way down to her breasts. Once there, I spent some time kneading, sucking and nibbling on them. Then I moved down to her warm belly and played there for a while. I continued my southward journey until my face was between her thighs and I found myself gazing at her lovely twenty- year- old pussy.

I licked her pussy lips first up one side and then the other. Velvet let out another moan and said, “God, that feels good!” I stuck my tongue all the way out and down and pressed the flat of it hard against her pussy. When I did this she started bucking her hips against my tongue, fucking my mouth against her clit. I did this over and over, every now and then pointing my tongue and plunging it deep into her sweet pussy, fucking her with it as if it were my cock. Finally she grabbed my head with both of her hands and while squeezing her thighs around my ears, came thunderously. Her pussy flooded my mouth and I happily swallowed it all up.

After she caught her breath, Velvet said,” God that was fantastic!!” “I never came so hard before!”

I said, “There’s more where that came from.”

“There is?” she said dreamily.

“Sure.” I replied. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“More than anything!” she giggled. “But first I want to return the favor.” she added with a sly smile.

She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me. Our naked bodies seemed to be melting together as we kissed passionately for several minutes. After a particularly long wet kiss, Velvet started moving slowly down my body, kissing and licking as she went. When she got to my cock she gave it a quick kiss and a lick and then suddenly engulfed the entire shaft in her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She stayed just like this for an eternity. I could feel the flat part of her tongue sliding up and down the underside of my cock, compressing the whole thing up against the roof of her mouth. Then she withdrew up to the top, but not enough to let my cock fall from her hot wet mouth. When she reached the top of her stroke, Velvet pointed her tongue and rapidly flicked the underside of my cock head back and forth. Then she plunged down again.

She kept up this pace for several minutes, varying the angle of her head now and then and sometimes running her pursed lips up and down the shaft along the side like playing a harmonica. I gently grasped both sides of her head, cradling her pretty face in my hands and helped her set a pace that I liked. At one point I moaned, “Oh Velvet, suck it!”

She let my Sahabet Güncel Giriş cock slip from her mouth and looked up at me smiling and said, “Ooo Bill I love sucking your cock …fuck my sweet hot mouth!” This almost put me over the top.

Somehow my new lover knew just when to stop. Just when I started to feel my orgasm approaching, Velvet sat up and pleaded, “Please fuck my pussy!”…”I need your cock in me so badly!” With that, she lay on her back and spread her lovely legs wider than I would have thought possible.

I knelt between her tanned athletic legs and rubbed my hard cock up and down against her wet pussy lips. I did this several times, stopping just short of entering her. Finally, she could take it no longer and whined. “Oh, Bill please fuck me!…Pleeese!!”

That was all I could stand. Before the second “please” had left her lips, I thrust into her buttery pussy all the way to the hilt. When I did, Velvet gasped and dug her red fingernails into my back trying to pull me in even deeper. Once we both relaxed and found our rhythm, I found out that this angel was aptly named. Fucking her sweet pussy felt like my cock was being milked by a hot wet and firm hand sheathed in velvet. She had excellent control of the muscles of her pussy. Every time I entered her, I could feel her relax and draw me in. On the outstroke, I could feel her pussy muscles clench hard, desperately trying to keep my cock inside her as long as possible. The feeling was incredible!!

We fucked in several positions. Velvet got on top for a while and came again when I sucked and nibbled on her nipple while she ground her clit against the root of my cock. I also fucked her from behind and held on to both of her lovely tits while she came from a combination of me fucking her while she furiously stroked her clit.

After Velvet came the last time, she could see that I was about to follow and she turned to me and over her shoulder said with a sly smile, “Don’t cum in my pussy, I want to taste it…Please cum in my mouth!”

That was all I could stand. I pulled out of her heavenly cunt as she spun around to meet me. She once again engulfed my cock between her ruby lips and sucked hard. I held onto her head again to steady myself and unloaded a torrent of cum into her warm willing mouth. Velvet eagerly swallowed as fast as she could but some of my cum leaked out from the corners of her mouth. When she finally relinquished her hold on my cock and let it slip from her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled without saying a word.

We lay in each other’s arms for the rest of that night and except for another early morning blowjob just after the alarm went off, she never mentioned our tryst to me again. She left the house as I went to shower, only to arrive again about forty-five minutes later, on time to baby-sit. She acted as if she had never even been there that night. Sometimes I wonder…had she?

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CHAPTER ONE

I loved the way Sinead’s C-cup boobs moved while I pushed into her from behind. It truly was a great sight. She was bent over the desk in her bedroom, right in front of the window that overlooked the driveway at the front of her parent’s house. She was a slim girl, but had recently put on a little extra weight on her hips and boobs (which I was not complaining about!). She used to dance but thanks to a niggling knee injury she had to stop and now she only really exercised by riding her bike every now and then. Her long brown hair reached her lower back and I enjoyed gently pulling on it with each thrust. Sex with Sinead was great, but I could never really let myself go properly with her due to the fact I’m a little bigger downstairs than her frame can cope with. Now I’m by no means saying I’m huge, previous girls I’ve been with have enjoyed sex with me fine without pain, it’s just Sinead. For whatever reason, I cannot push my entire length into her without it becoming uncomfortable and painful for her. So over time I’ve become used to pushing ¾ of my length into her in a rhythmic way which works well for both parties.

So here I was, mid-thrust, Sinead with her head lowered, eyes shut, moaning her enjoyment, when an unfamiliar car pulled into her driveway. The noise on the gravel snapped Sinead back into reality and she peered over the windowsill to see who it was.

‘For God’s sake, she sure knows how to ruin things!’ she exclaimed as she quickly pulled herself away from my very erect penis and grabbed a nearby towel to wrap around her naked body. She turned and seeing my shocked expression said, ‘Sorry babe, THAT will have to be taken care of later. Natalie’s decided to pay us another impromptu visit.’

Natalie was Sinead’s older sister. Sinead actually had 2 sisters. Laura (19) and Natalie (25) were born either side of Sinead (22). Laura and Sinead still lived at their London home with their parents, while Natalie was now living in a ski-resort in Switzerland. She was a snowboard fanatic and loved the outdoors, so a couple of years back she moved out there to work in bars, teach snowboarding and generally enjoy herself. I have to say I was fairly jealous of her carefree lifestyle. But Sahabet she tended to pop back to London unannounced a fair amount, perhaps due to homesickness, but more likely to do with a much needed boost in her bank account, which she knew her fairly wealthy father would be more than happy to help with.

‘Hey, hey, hey, slow down there baby’, I said, lightly pulling Sinead to me. ‘I’m sure I can finish off really quickly. I have to leave soon for football anyway so later won’t be great for me. Please?’ I can’t believe I was pretty much begging my girlfriend to let me have sex with her.

Sinead hesitated, smiled and locked her bedroom door from the inside. ‘Ok’ she said, ‘but you have to be really quick, and really, really quiet. We can pretend to be asleep when Natalie knocks on my bedroom door and just head downstairs later when we’re done.’

She dropped the towel and lightly pushed me backwards onto her bed, before straddling me and easing herself back down onto my cock. Again, only ¾ of the way in, but if felt so good. Sinead was very tight and it never took me long to cum with her. She threw her head back, eyes closed again and bit her lip to stop her from making too much noise. I could hear Natalie shouting ‘hello?’ at the bottom of the stairs but I carried on pushing my hips up towards Sinead, feeling myself getting close. Natalie was still shouting out ‘anyone home?’ as I heard her climbing the staircase and walking along the hallway towards the bedrooms. ‘Sinead? Laura? Mum?’ she shouted.

Natalie was a very different girl to Sinead in almost every way. Character-wise they were opposites. Sinead was a family girl, loved living at home, and she was very thoughtful, always worrying about others before herself. Natalie however was the wild-child if you like. She preferred the great outdoors, exploring new things and basically did anything that made her happy, regardless of what the consequences were. She was shorter than 5’8 Sinead, standing at around 5’6, and was a lot more toned due to her daily snowboarding. She had a larger ass and quite large thigh muscles and calves, but I have to say I’d never seen a better pair of legs when she wore a miniskirt with heels. She had blonde hair, Sahabet Giriş cut to just below her jaw line, and she had bright blues eyes (the polar opposite to Sinead’s dark chocolate brown eyes). Of course I’ve fantasised about having sex with her, as I have with Laura, as I have even with Katie their mother. But as I was lying there, thrusting into Sinead, my girlfriend of 5 years, I couldn’t stop thinking of what it would be like to fuck Natalie. To see how much more of her body was toned, other than just her legs. To see what her boobs were like for once, as she never seemed to show them off much in low-cut tops etc. I could tell, even when she wore sweaters or jackets, that they were bigger than Sinead’s. Either that or she wore great bras. Basically it was the usual fantasy guys have about any ‘forbidden’ women I suppose. The problem was I got too carried away. Just as Natalie started to knock on Sinead’s door, in my head I was hammering into Natalie’s pussy and I basically slammed the entire length of my cock into Sinead in one hard thrust.

‘Ow! For fuck’s sake Rich, I can’t take that much you know that. It’s too big and it fucking hurts!’ came the shout as Sinead jumped off me.

‘Oh, er, hi guys, I’m back for the weekend but I’ll chat to you downstairs later. Sorry!’ came Natalie’s awkward apology.

Sinead was sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand over her stomach, which she claimed to now be aching due to me being insensitive. I told her I just got lost in the moment but no matter how much I apologised, she was clearly pissed off and there was no way I was going to be finishing off anytime soon. I went into the en-suite, showered, changed and came back out to a now fully-dressed Sinead sitting at her desk clicking through Facebook.

‘I’m sorry Richie, it just hurts a lot, you know it does. I’m really sore now so there’ll be no sex for a couple of days I should think. I’m sorry babe’ she said.

‘Don’t be silly, it was my fault, I was too rough. I’ll learn’ I replied, slightly through gritted teeth!

I kissed her on the head and said I had to leave for football. It was 11am on a Saturday and I had to meet the rest of my team at 11:30am. I picked my bag up Sahabet Güncel Giriş and she walked me downstairs towards the front door. Natalie was there and screamed hello before grabbing her sister in a hug. She liked to pretend they were really close when in reality, there were as far apart as 2 sister could be. Sinead played along though and I muttered my own greeting while heading out the door.

‘Wait, Richard, can you help me with my case from the car please hun?’ asked Natalie.

‘Er, yeah sure. I’ll go grab it for you’. I headed out towards her VW Beetle and opened the boot. It was a pretty standard suitcase but knowing how much Sinead packs for small trips I imagined it would be heavier than it looks. I heard footsteps on the gravel behind me and turned to see Natalie walking towards me.

‘Sinead’s being the good host and is making me a fried breakfast. You sure you don’t want to eat too, get some energy back before football?’ she asked, winking at me and smiling.

‘No thanks, I’m sure I’ll be fine.’

‘Ok hun, well if you can just pop my suitcase in the hallway that’d be a great help. Wow, that suitcase feels like a tonne weight for me yet it seems like nothing to a strapping guy like you. I don’t know what Sinead was going on about…’ Natalie said, grabbing my arm. She looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘…there’s no such thing as TOO big.’

I’m not really sure what tone of red I went at that point but needless to say I dumped Natalie’s case in the hallway, shouted goodbye and rushed out of the driveway. I actually had to stop a few houses down to take stock of exactly what Natalie had just said to me. It was then I realised I was rock hard – thanks God I could cover it as I walked with my sports bag. My iPhone vibrated in my pocket as I received a text:

‘Good luck in football babe, I’m sorry I yelled this morning, perhaps I can still help you out later in other ways 😉 X’

Sinead was a sweet girl and I really did love her. But even that sort of text message couldn’t get Natalie out of my head. Plus, I was heading into town for beers later with the boys from my football team so I’d be in no state to see Sinead. For some reason I just couldn’t deal with blow-jobs when drunk. It had to be sex or nothing. So I decided I would play football, go out drinking and then just see Sinead tomorrow instead. I’m sure her offer would still stand.

Little did I know my evening would go slightly differently than I had planned…

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Rough Times

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I sat there staring at you as you watched a TV show. You were wearing a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Your big breasts were pressed hard against the fabric and were quite evident in the low cut garment. Your nipples were apparent. Your legs were almost fully exposed as the short denim skirt rode high up on your tan thighs. Your legs were pulled up under you as you sat in the chair with me looking at your hot legs. Black spiked heels adorned your feet. I marveled at how exciting you looked as I was getting more and more aroused just by the sight of you.

You looked over at me and asked what I was looking at. I told you that your sexy body was making me hard. You smiled at me and turned your attention back to the show. I reached down and unzipped my pants and slowly pulled out my cock, which was growing fat. As I got it all the way out I asked you to look over at me. You looked surprised but were smiling as I began to stroke it as you watched. After awhile, I told you to pull up your skirt for me and stroke your pussy. You said you liked watching me jerk off as you began to lower your hand to your cunt.

“Put a finger inside your panties and do your pussy,” I said.

You began as your eyes followed my hand. “Are you wet,” I asked as you began to spread your legs to allow deeper fingering.

“Yes, I’m getting very wet,” you replied as I started to hear the sound of the juice building between your cunt lips. I told you to take your skirt and panties off and to spread yourself wider with your legs over the arms of the chair. You shed the clothing and returned to your cunt stroking.

“Use 2 fingers so I can watch your cunt open up some more,” I said. You began to slowly fuck yourself with two fingers, going deep into your totally exposed opening.

“Get your fingers nice and wet, then lick them and tell me how you taste,” I said.

You pulled out your glistening fingers and started to suck them and lick them as if you were sucking a cock.

“Is it good,” I asked. You nodded your head and Sahabet continued to lick the cunt juices.

“Pull your legs back and finger your cunt again,” I demanded. You slid your ass close to the edge of the chair as your legs were pulled back and spread very wide.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth while you jerk yourself off,” I asked. You moved your head up and down and said,

“I want your cock in my mouth.”

I got up and stepped out of my pants and shorts and walked to you. You reached for my cock, but I stopped your hand. Instead, I stepped to the side and reached down to touch your pussy.

“It’s so wet and juicy,” I said.

“Do you want your ass spanked as you masturbate,” I said. Again you nodded as I dropped down beside you and touched your ass. I watched your fingers sliding into your hot cunt.

“You want me to spank you,” I asked.

“Yes, spank my ass” was your reply as my hand hit you. You cried out softly as I asked if you wanted more. You nodded as my hand smacked your ass again, making it sting. Your fingers were engulfed in hot cunt liquid from the erotic blows. Then I hit you again and again before I pulled your fingers out of your pussy and replaced them with my tongue. You reached for my head and held it as my mouth devoured you. I put 2 fingers in you and they began to fuck you and stretch you wider.

“Yes, like that, do it hard. Eat my cunt,” you breathed.

My hand moved deep inside you and began to hit the outside of your pussy and make contact with your swollen clit with each stroke. The sound of the cunt spanking increased your moaning.

“I like it when you spank my clit,” you whispered heavily as my fingers went at you.

Again I went down on you and licked your cunt and clit. My fingers stayed inside you while my face was all over your wetness. Your taste was on my lips and mouth.

“Eat my cunt,” you cried, as my lips moved its full length. I returned to the hard fingering as my face rose to your clit, allowing the fingers more room to work. Your ass moved against Sahabet Giriş my hand and mouth and kept you fully stimulated and aroused. I pulled my mouth off your pussy and went to up to your mouth for a deep kiss. You licked juice from my tongue and lips as we continued the kiss. You were hungry for the taste that covered my face. My fingers kept up the rhythmic attack on your pussy while you sucked the erotic flavor of your sex from my tongue.

As I broke the kiss, I pulled back from the chair and withdrew my fingers from you. I stood up and then returned to the couch where I had been. I took two pillows off the ends and put them on the floor between my legs as I sat down and kept my legs spread.

“Suck my cock,” I said. I watched you place those black high heels on the floor, and then move to the space between my legs. Your knees dropped as you kneeled on the pillows. I told you to take off your top and bra so I could see your tits as you went down on me. You pulled the garments off exposing very erect nipples. I took the hard flesh between my fingers and began to pinch and pull at them. Your hand reached up to take my cock and I watched as the swollen head went into your mouth. You began to stroke it, and lick it and rub it all over your beautiful, lust-filled face. One of my hands left your nipple to pull your hair back and out of the way.

“Go down on me.” I used my grip on your hair to force more of my hardness between your lips. My cock fucked your mouth as I pushed your head down.

“You’re such a hot Cunt” I said as you pulled my cock up and tongued your way down my hard shaft. You started to lick my balls and then the tender area just below them. You sucked me and licked me until I told you to go down on me again. Your hot wet mouth descended onto me and I watched you take me so deep. Your tongue was magic as I watched you blow me.

After some time, I told you to get up and sit on my cock but you didn’t want to stop sucking and licking me. I pulled your hair hard, forcing you to release my cock from your lips. I Sahabet Güncel Giriş pulled you to a standing position with your cunt over my hardon. Your hands took my cock, placed it at your hot fuck slit and lowered yourself onto it. Once I was fully inside you, you began to fuck me hard. Your pussy was riding my dick. Your ass hammered at me as the wetness smacked loudly from between us filling the room with the sounds of sex. Each hand held your ass in a powerful grip.

Suddenly, I pulled you off me and pushed you back to your knees. My cock glistened in front of you. You immediately started to blow me again. I watched you slide your mouth down the hard shaft. I held you hair tight in one hand and rubbed my wet cock all over your face and lips with the other. I pulled your mouth down on me and fucked it.

You came up for air saying, “Sucking your cock makes me so hot,” you moaned while rubbing it all over your lips and face.

I pushed you to the floor on your back and got down beside you. My mouth was on your cunt and I inserted 2 fingers into you. Your mouth was back on me as we got into a 69 position. You were so wet and juicy as I licked your extended clit and finger fucked you from this position. My cock was fucking your mouth from above as your lips tightened around the hardness. You moaned and then gasped that you were going to cum as I increased the cunt pounding and clit sucking. Your pussy started to twitch and spasm. Your orgasm rolled through you and your sucking increased as the waves of your hot erotic release swept you away. My cock began to throb and expand and my cum filled your mouth. My orgasm joined yours and we both emptied our juices into each other’s hungry sucking mouths. The sensations held us for what seemed like hours as our juices continued to flow.

At last, the sensations subsided and we slowly released each others wet sex from our mouths. My head rested on your wet thigh and my cock slid down to your neck and into the valley between your breasts. I watched a small pool of fluid flow out onto your skin. Our faces were covered with sex juice and your lips glistened erotically from it. We rolled onto our backs and tried to catch our breath as your hand reached down to hold my wet cock. I knew my sexy Cunt wanted me to fuck her from the way her hand was squeezing and stroking my cock.

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Ruth, My First

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I had a hard-on when I got up that morning. I still had it after I went to the toilet. Since I’d have to take care of it myself, I headed for the top drawer of my dresser where I had hidden one of my dad’s issues of Penthouse. My prick oozed pre-come as I read the letters in the ‘Forum’ section of the magazine. Man, how I’d like to experience some of the things in those letters. Almost nineteen years old and still virgin. I sometimes couldn’t believe it myself. A seminar I had attended at school gave me a vivid fear of contracting AIDS through casual sex. Although I’d give my eyeteeth to suck and fuck some of the girls I dated, I just couldn’t take the chance, even if they did seem healthy and willing.

So, I looked at the picture of a sexy blonde, whose shaved pussy had a small patch of black pubic hair, as I jacked off and shot my wad into the bathroom sink.

A few minutes later, as I was getting dressed, I glanced toward the house next door. Wham! instant hard-on. In the bedroom across from mine, our neighbor, Ruth, was naked as a jaybird.

She and her husband, Bill, have lived next door since before I was born. She used to baby-sit me. She’s very attractive, in her mid-thirties, and always has seemed like one of the family. I truly love her.

But, jeez, seeing her luscious tits and nipples and dark-haired pussy had me thinking thoughts I never had dreamed I’d think.

She apparently was looking at herself in the big mirror on her closet door. I stroked my prick as I watched her fondle her nipples, then dip her finger into her cunt. She licked her finger.

I suddenly realized I was seeing Ruth as I never had. She’s as sexy as any of the babes in the magazine? And she’s real, not just a picture. I longed to lick her finger. And a lot more. Dream on, I thought.

A short time later, I was getting ready to mow our backyard when Ruth called from her back door, “Hey, Tom, come on over and have a donut and coffee.” This wasn’t unusual, so I headed over.

Ruth was barefoot and wearing a shortie robe. As she poured coffee, she motioned me to the chair beside hers at the kitchen table.

“So, what’s with you this morning?” she asked.

“Do you and Bill ever talk dirty to each other?”

“Wha-a-at?”

“Do you and Bill…”

“I heard you.”

“Well, do you?”

“I can’t believe this is the same Tom I used to baby-sit.”

“It’s not. I’m no longer a kid, and I’m very interested in sex. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“Where’d you come up with such a question?”

“I was reading the letters to Forum in one of my dad’s Penthouse magazines and wondered if people really talk to each other as they do in some of the letters. I can’t very well ask Mom or Dad, but I didn’t think you’d mind telling me.”

“I see.”

“What’s more, just so you’ll know, when I looked out my bedroom window a while ago I saw you naked.”

“My, my. And?”

“And I liked what I saw. And I want to lick your wet finger like you did.”

“You’re getting hard just thinking about it, aren’t you?” she asked as she glanced at my crotch.

Embarrassed, I mumbled, “Yes. Very hard.”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but talking about it is making is me horny. I haven’t even considered sex with anyone except Bill since we got married before you were born but…”

“Is that what you’re considering now? Are you going to let me lick your finger?”

“Tom, honey, I’m thinking about us doing a whole lot more than that.”

I’m sure I had an amazed look as I asked, “Are you serious?”

She put her hand on mine and gazed into my eyes. “I’m very serious.”

I was so nervous I hardly could speak. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Sweetie, I want you to kiss me all over.”

I leaned over and put my lips against hers. She pulled away.

Bewildered, I asked, “Shouldn’t I kiss your mouth?”

“Of course, but open yours so we can touch tongues.”

When I kissed her again, she literally sucked my tongue into her mouth. She put her hand on my hard-on and moved my hand to one of her tits. It felt soft and nice. The nipple was as hard as my prick. Her tongue continued to Sahabet lap mine as she opened her robe so my hands could explore her bare breasts while she fondled my cock. I was so sexually excited that I was having a hard time breathing.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she urged.

I scooped her into my arms and carried her there as fast as I could. When I put her down, she removed her robe. I stared in awe. Looking at her naked body had my heart pounding so hard that I’m sure she could hear it.

“You like?” she asked. “Talk dirty and tell me.”

I had such a hard time talking that I actually stammered. “Your t-tits and n-nipples b-beautiful. I’d love to suck them .”

“Not until you get out of those clothes. You have the only uncircumcised cock I’ve ever seen. Of course, that was many years ago. I can’t wait to see if the skin hangs over the end when it’s hard. In any case, I bet it’s magnificent.”

While she was talking, she put her finger in her cunt. It was all wet and shiny as she held it out to me. “Here, you said you wanted to lick my finger.”

I sucked it. “Umm! Tastes good.”

“Have you never tasted come?”

“Did you just come?” 2

“Heavens no. You just tasted my lubrication. It’s sort of like pre-come on your prick. You’ll get to taste my come before I’m finished with you this morning. Now, get out of those damned clothes.”

When I finally stood naked before her, she stared at my prick which was sticking almost straight up against my stomach.

“Oooh! There’s no skin covering your knob. You have one helluva good looking six or seven inches of cock. And your balls look like they’re loaded with come.” She wrapped her hand around me and moved the skin up and down over the knob. “That nice soft skin makes it easy to jack you off. I adore Bill’s prick, but I sure wish it wasn’t circumcised.”

She put her arms around me and hugged me. Feeling her soft tits and taut nipples against my bare chest and her stomach against my prick was pure heaven. Then, she put one hand on my ass and the other behind my head as she pulled me close and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth.

She gave my lips a final wet kiss, put her hand under my balls and said, “C’mon let’s get on the bed and have some oral sex.”

Our tongues tangled in a passionate French kiss. My hand fondled one of her marvelous tits while she wrapped her hand around my prick.

When we paused for breath, she asked, “Do you know what sixty-nine is?”

“Sure. We suck each other at the same time.”

“But first, I want to get a quick taste of your prick.”

She licked and kissed her way down my body until she reached her goal. Her lips eagerly slurped the pre-come on the end of my cock. Next, she licked my glans, balls and entire length. Briefly, her warm mouth engulfed as much of my prick as it could. Wow! my prick never had felt so good.

She kept her hand on my cock as she moved up beside me for another kiss.

Then she asked, “Do you know what my clit is and where it is?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“When we sixty-nine, I’m going to straddle your face. I hope you’ll kiss and lick every bit of my cunt, and stick your tongue in as far as you can. Then, please suck my clit until I come.”

She reached for a tissue on her nightstand. “Here,” she said as she handed it to me, “When I come, please keep sucking. If you don’t want to swallow my come, hold it in your mouth until I’ve finished, then spit it in this.”

She squatted over my face and began sucking my prick. Her cunt looked and smelled wonderful. I kissed it, licked it and plunged my tongue into it. Then I ran my tongue along the space between her slit and her anus before I wetly licked her puckered asshole. It had a slightly-salty taste.

“Oh, Tom, that feels nice. I’ve never been licked there.”

I did it again as she resumed sucking my prick.

While gently sucking her clit, warm sticky fluid poured into my mouth. It tasted great. I continued sucking, because I wanted to, not because she had asked me to. As I continued to lap her cunt, my come erupted into her mouth. She swallowed it and kept sucking Sahabet Giriş until she got every drop. She moved up beside me. We kissed enthusiastically, 3 tasting our come on each other’s lips.

“Ruth, I had no idea that come would taste so good.”

“I just love the taste. I’d also love to have you fuck me, but I don’t have any condoms. I’ll get some when I go to the store this afternoon, then you can come over tomorrow morning and we’ll fuck like bunny rabbits. Let’s rest a few minutes, then take turns sucking each other.”

“Okay,” I said, eager to taste more of her delicious come. “Let me go first.”

“I’m so ready to have you eat me that my cunt’s actually throbbing,” she said as she placed a pillow under her ass and spread her legs.

I quickly moved my face between her thighs, and she placed her legs on top of my shoulders. I spread the wet pink lips. “Your cunt looks so delicious that I may come just from looking at it.”

“Oh, Tom, ” she sighed as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I gave her asshole a wet kiss and licked it several times. She moaned and tightened her legs around my head.

Craving the taste of her pussy, I stuck my tongue into it as my finger gently rubbed her asshole. I greedily licked her entire cunt before I opened my mouth around her clit and sucked it until her come drenched my lips and face. After lapping up all of her come, I buried my nose in her pubic hair and savored the heavenly aroma.

When I again moved up beside her, she licked her come from my lips. “You make my cunt feel wonderful,” she said. Then she moved one of her nipples to my mouth and said, “Suck this for a minute before I suck you.” I happily sucked as she fed me each of her magnificent nipples.

She dragged her tits along my body as she moved her mouth down to my crotch. She licked the head of my cock as though it was an ice cream cone. Then, she gently sucked the knob. Next, she put her mouth around me and did things with her lips and tongue that made me come so much I thought I’d never stop. She kept sucking until I was completely drained before she moved up beside me and plunged her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my own come, and liked it.

A short time later, I went home with a hard-on, wondering how I could manage to wait until morning when Ruth and I could fuck.

The following day, I woke earlier than usual, and pulled on a pair of shorts. but nothing else. I paced my bedroom, feeling guilty because I was just killing time until I could go next door to have sex with the wife of my good friend Bill. Despite my feeling of guilt, I had a hard-on from thinking of Ruth’s naked body and all the sexy things we’d soon be doing. I had a great deal to learn from my newfound teacher and I was anxious to do so.

My folks were finishing breakfast when I entered our kitchen. I mumbled a surly “G’morning,” then patted my dad’s shoulder and kissed my mom’s cheek. Dad left for work as I was eating a bowl of cereal, and Mom left to finish getting ready for a shopping spree with some of her neighborhood pals.

Fifteen minutes later, knowing that Bill should be on his way to work, I dialed Ruth’s number. I was as tongue-tied as the first time I called a girl for a date. Talking to Ruth in the normal way seemed odd after the intimacy we had shared. 4

To me, her ‘hello’ sounded so sexy that it made my heart flutter and left me momentarily breathless.

“Hi,” I finally muttered. “Mind if I come over for a cup of coffee and whatever goodies you’re offering?”

“Get over here. We’ll skip the coffee and get right to the goodies.”

“I’m going to hang up and I’ll probably be there before the line goes dead” A greyhound would have had a hard time beating me to her back door and into her kitchen.

Holy mackerel! You could have knocked me over with a feather. There sat the object of my lust, completely naked. She had a smirk on her face. One leg was crossed over the other and her foot was swinging up and down. Her provocative attitude seemed to say ‘Hey, big boy, want some of me?’. My prick was far ahead of my voice in announcing my readiness.

“What Sahabet Güncel Giriş if I’d been a delivery man at your back door?”

“I suppose I’d tell him hello and hope he enjoyed the view as much as you and your hard-on seem to be doing.”

She looked pleased when I took off my shorts. Her eyes never left my prick as I strolled over to her. Uncrossing her legs, she grasped my cock, leaned forward and put her mouth around it. I put my hands on her head and watched her suck me. I thought she was going to give me another blowjob, but she pulled away and quickly sheathed my prick in a condom. She stood. As I reached to take her in my arms, she said, “Sit down.”

The moment I was seated, she straddled my lap, grasped my hard-on, then lowered her body as she guided my prick into her cunt. She sat perfectly still, gazed into my eyes and whispered, “That feels so good.”

God, yes, I thought. This was my first time. I had always imagined that a cunt would make my prick feel like it does when I hold it in my warm soapy hand during a shower. No way! The feeling was almost indescribable. My prick throbbed in the warmth surrounding it. Ruth tightened her cunt muscles in response. I didn’t think my prick ever could enjoy anything more. I soon would learn it could.

“I felt so happy about what we did yesterday,” Ruth said, “that last night I gave Bill the best fuck he’s had in months. I almost said your name as I was coming.”

“Are you sorry about yesterday?”

“Sorry? No such thing. I’ve been looking forward to fucking you ever since then,” she told me as she bounced up and down on my cock. “I’m coming,” she sighed. The warmth around my prick increased as her come drenched my balls. She softly moaned, “Oo-o-oh!,” and collapsed against me.

My prick still throbbed in anticipation. Realizing that I hadn’t come, she reached between her legs to hold the base of my prick, while she reached behind her to stroke my balls with her other hand. “Poor baby, you haven’t come. Well it’s time to soften you up.” She tightened her cunt muscles and bounced up and down only two or three times before I exploded into the condom. She kissed me tenderly until my prick softened inside her.

Before I realized what she was doing, she knelt in front of me, removed the condom, then lapped and sucked all the come from my cock. 5

Holding my flaccid rod, she looked up at me and said, “That cute foreskin does cover your knob when your prick’s soft.” She gave it a quick suck, then said, “Let’s go in on the bed so you can eat me and I can go down on you before we fuck some more.”

During the next year and a half, until I left for college, Ruth and I frequently made each other come. We did it orally and fucking. She loved to have me lick her asshole. And she loved to hold her tits around my cock while I fucked them until I came or to jack me off until my come spurted onto my stomach. She always collected my come with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean.

I’m now in my second year of college and for about six months have been going steady with a real cutie. When we first started dating, we did a lot of French kissing and petty groping in the back seat of my compact car. At that time, she wouldn’t allow me any further liberties, thus leaving my balls aching. Then for several months she let me finger-fuck her and suck her tits, and she’d jack me off into a handkerchief. There wasn’t enough room in the back seat for me to comfortably lick between her legs. Several times she sucked me, although not enough to make me come.

When the weather got warm, we spread a blanket on the ground and she opened her legs so I could lick her pussy or fuck her while wearing a condom. She really enjoyed having me make her come with my mouth, so she finally sucked me until I came. She swallowed it and liked it so much that she now willingly gives me a blowjob.

Ruth and Bill regularly send me letters. With mid-term break coming up, Ruth added this P.S. to their most recent letter: “When you get home, I hope you’ll have the time and desire to do the things we used to do. I’m soaking wet for you right now.”

My prick gets hard just thinking about tasting Ruth’s come, having her suck me, feeling her cunt milk my prick, and licking me clean after I come

My girlfriend and I have lots of sex, but right now while I’m thinking about Ruth, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m going to the bathroom sink and jack off.

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She Came At Night

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The cabin is on top of a hill, miles from everything. The sun, which has burned down all day, is gone, and has been replaced by a full moon. A moon, so bright and intense, that it seems to be giving off a heat of it’s own. Moonlight floods into my room through the skylight and open window, where the sheer white curtains flutter, as a tepid breeze flows in. The walls are illuminated to such a degree that I can clearly make out the design created by the grain in the wood paneling which surrounds me.

No blanket, no sheet, no clothing… nothing to block the faint breath of air from my bare, naked body, as I lay motionless on the bed… desperately trying to will myself to sleep… desperately trying to will myself not to sweat in the warm, humid closeness… But, I fail… As I lay on my back, with my head flat against the mattress, the first sensation begins to tickle… to trickle… at the hairline of my brow, the first drop of perspiration starts to condense, and grow… into a heavy bead which begins to run down through my hair, and across the top of my skull…… Well… at least I now have something other than the heat to focus my attention on……… But, what is that?…

A muffled sound flies in the window… A sound much more provocative than the crickets and cicadas that chirp outside in the trees… Not the sound of Nature, but the sound of an automobile… moving up the hill toward my cabin… making almost no noise as it travels along the dirt road covered in pine needles…

Now, I hear something familiar… a distinctive squeak… a tell-tale sign that leads me to know… She is coming… in her old Jeep with the bad front-left shock that cries every time it hits a pothole… And, as She arrives… the passenger side headlight, the only one that works, shines in the window making strange shadows dance across the room… and cause my imagination to begin running wild……………….. She is coming…

I continue to lay still, but my attempt to control my sweat glands is fruitless… Beads have broken out all over me and are commingling to cover my entire body… dripping down to the sheet beneath… soaking it… Yet,… allowing the air circulating around my body to have a cooling effect…

Her Jeep pulls up in front… the ignition is turned of… the light goes out… her door opens and then slams shut…

All is quiet, once again… I listen… Nothing… Nothing… and then I hear the front door open… There is a ‘click’, and the light to the front room turns on… it shines under my bedroom door… and so, I turn my head to watch… to see… how this is all going to play out… Because this is not my plan… but, hers…

My bedroom door is in deep shadow… I hear the doorknob turn… the door swings open, flooding the bedroom with light… it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust…

Standing in the doorway, backlit and silhouetted, is a figure I’ve memorized over the last twenty years… Her arms extended upward… her hands pressing against the jamb… her feet spaced slightly apart… The luscious line of her body moves down from her shoulders, curving inward dramatically at the waist, and then sensuously back out and rounding the hips… And there, between her legs… the cute little pucker of her full, pouty lips… My God, she takes my breath away.

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I guess I’ve always loved her, but she became my sexual obsession the summer I turned nineteen. Still inexperienced with women, I spent most of my time trying to show them I knew what I was doing, instead of enjoying all the possibilities of my own sexuality. She taught me to forget about those unavoidable embarrassments in life… just open up and let good things occur.

A couple of weeks before my first semester of college began, I was sitting around the house doing nothing. My parents were on a Bahamas cruise, so I had the whole place to myself. I sat on the couch in the family room watching STAR WARS 3. You know, the one where Princess Leia is Jobba the Hut’s prisoner, and she’s running around in that little slave outfit… God, she was looking hot.

Anyway… there I was sitting on the couch… fantasizing about Princess Leia… my pants down around my ankles… a raging hard-on in my hand… when I heard someone clear their throat… “AHEM”… Almost breaking my neck, I whipped my head around to find her staring at my crotch. She had that cute little smirk on her face… That smirk that means, ‘NaNa, NaNaNa… I gotcha!’

“Well, Dicky Boy, looks like I caught you between a rock and a hard spot. We might say I caught you holding the bag… or, should I say, your scrotum… But at this moment, I could probably say I shot JFK and you would promise to keep my secret until you die… and I’d be able to count on it.”

Leaning with her elbows on the back of the couch, she took her stare from me to the television screen, “Still got the hots for Princess Leia, huh? Yeah, well… can’t blame you. I would love to slide my tongue down between her legs too.”

I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, trapped. What could I say to explain this situation?… “My zipper got stuck and I was trying bonus veren siteler to repair it”… “There was an earthquake and my pants fell down.”… There was nothing I could say… a fact is a fact… So, with my erection withering down to a limp lump of flesh, I asked a stupid question… “What are you doing here?”

Without taking her gaze from Princess Leia, she said, “I just felt like coming home for the weekend, hang out for a while and do a bit of shopping… You’ll be in college soon… Sometimes you need a safe haven to recharge your batteries… Anyway, I heard you were without parental supervision and thought I should look in on you… and now that I have, I realize you definitely need some help”.

Her gaze returned to me… sitting on the couch… with a limp dick in my hand… “So, tell me, what were you going to do with that?… Princess Leia isn’t going to come and ask you to ‘Do what you will’… But, baby boy, perhaps all is not lost”.

She walked around from the back of the couch in her T-shirt and short denim skirt… to stand in front of me… blocking my view of the TV… removing my view of Leia, and replacing it with herself… Showing, and proving to me the difference between FANTASY and REALITY.

“So, Dicky, what happened to that lovely erection you were playing with when I came in? What you’re holding now isn’t going to do anybody any good, and I was hoping I might use it myself. Perhaps a little inspiration will re-inflate your balloon.”

With that, she took her hands around behind her back, unzipped her short skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in her powder blue satin panties, she said, “Aw, come on, don’t look so startled, you’ve seen me in swimsuit’s a hundred times, and this is no more revealing. But, would you like to see something you haven’t seen before? Look at my tits. You see how my nipples are trying to poke through my t-shirt? I think they want to see you… Would you like to see them?”

I couldn’t say anything, I could only stare in shocked disbelief. “What’s wrong Dicky, tiger got your tongue?”, then, with a wicked little smile, she grasped the bottom of her shirt with her expertly painted fingernails and began to raise it slowly upward… above her flat belly and midriff… until the shirt covered her face, and her expression of glee over my apparent state of discomfort, yet, awe… until her exposed breasts came into view… My God!… they were perfect… not too large and not too small… round and firm… her nipples pointing out and up as if to say, ‘look at me… suck me!’

She pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. As she shook her head to make her sandy hair fall back into place, her beautiful breasts swayed with the movement. “Dicky, I’d like to introduce you to ‘The Girls’… Are you happy to make their acquaintance?”… She glanced down at my lap and said, “Well, it appears you’re very happy to meet them.”

Reluctantly taking my eyes from ‘The Girls’, and looking down, I realized my raging hard-on had returned with a vengeance. It was still in my hand… the purple head and bulging veins… I remember thinking, ‘what a silly looking thing’… “Come on Dicky, don’t be ashamed. I think it’s a very handsome erection. Any woman should be ecstatic to have it in her”.

“OK, I’ve got one more little treasure to show you”… She looped her thumbs in the top of her panties and pulled them down below her knees, let them drop, then kicked them to the side… With a playful giggle, she stepped up on the couch and stood with her feet on either side of me… I could see her… smell her… almost taste her.

Placing her right hand between her legs, she began to rub her tender, pink folds… her body swaying gently from side to side… her left hand behind her, caressing her sexy ass… wearing nothing but a dreamy expression of contentment… …I watched as she masturbated just inches from my face… I listened to the moist, sticky sounds she made as her first and second fingers disappeared into that warm honey pot… I smelled the pungent odors of a woman in love with sex…

“Oh Dicky… I’m afraid I may be just a bit horny… Can you see how badly I need to fuck?”… Looking down directly into my eyes she said, “Dicky, I want to fuck you right now!”, then she squatted down over me, taking my hard cock in her cunt juice covered hand …

“But, Beth”, I blurted out, “Wouldn’t that be wrong?”

A sudden trace of irritation washed across her face, but then vanished as she sarcastically stated, “Well, I think we would need to consult with the world’s greatest philosophers and theologians to answer that question. But they’re not here. But, if they were, and you didn’t want to fuck me, I’d fuck one of them… Now, here’s the situation: I’ve got the itch and you’ve got the boner, so just sit back and I’ll make you a Moaner”.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The sly gleam in her eyes was irresistible, and I said, “You are quite the poetess”, to which she lewdly replied, “Yeah… Now you poetess this!”

Then she took my dick and rubbed it back and forth several times across the slit bahis of her pussy to lubricate the head with her sopping fleshiness… and, positioning it at the entrance to her vaginal canal… she stared into my face to watch my reaction as she slowly lowered herself onto me… impaling herself on me… pushing me into her as far as my cock could go…

OOOOHHHH MYYY GOOOOD… The sensation was sooo divine… It was like my penis had been engulfed in velvet… I felt like a submarine commander submerging his vessel into an ocean of warm strawberry pudding… It was like I had been plugged into a high voltage transformer… the electricity ran through my male connection… jangling my nerves as it passed up the spinal cord to my brain… leaving me with only one thought… “Fuck me Beth… Oh, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She smiled so sweetly… Angelically… Like the Goddess of Sex that she is… then leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Don’t worry about a thing, baby, because I’m on the pill… Fill me up… Shoot your cum in me until I can’t hold any more”.

Grabbing the back of the couch for leverage, she started to move her pelvis up and down… taking my cock in and out… pumping sexual pleasure out of herself and in to me… OOOHHH JEEEZ… How long could I possibly hold out?… I was about to cum merely from the sight of her gorgeous labia… how they glistened… how they compressed in to her as she moved down… how they extended as she moved up… clinging tightly to my cock which was covered in her liquid essence.

She rode me like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby. She began to lather up as beads of perspiration formed between her breasts, then trickled down her stomach… And her breasts… her perfect tits bounced each time she pounded herself onto me… The experience was heaven… it was torture… it was unbearable… it was addictive… it was… it was… OOOOOOHHH, MAAAAAAN… EWWWWWW, YES… “OOOHH, Beth, you fuck so good… Do me, Do me… OOOHHH shit, I’m cumming, God I’m cumming inside you… Oh Yes, Oh Yes… Pump me… OOOOOHHHHH, MMMMMMM… OH,OH… OOOHHH, OOOHHH yeaaaaah… M… M… M…

I came so hard I almost passed out… When I opened my eyes she was sitting there on my lap with a pleased expression… sitting with my dick still inside her… sitting in a puddle of my cum which had begun to seep out of her mysterious cave of delights… She said teasingly, “Aw, come on Dicky… is that all ya got?”

“To tell you the truth”, I said, “Yes… That was the single most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me… Beth, you are so fuckin’ hot!”… She leaned forward again and lovingly kissed my cheek, almost in a motherly fashion.

She rose off of me to stand, and as she did, my ‘once again’ limp dick pulled out of her and landed on me with kind of a soggy PLOP… As she stood there I could see the combination of her juices and my cum starting to collect and flow down the inside of her leg… I inquired, “Can I get you a towel to clean up with… I’m afraid we’ve made a mess.”

With an unconcerned air, she said, “No, that won’t be necessary”, then she stepped off the couch… put on her panties, skirt and shirt… “I don’t want to clean up… it’ll feel kinky walking around the mall with your cum squishing between my legs… But, it was great hanging out with you… You be good, and I’ll see later… Bye-Bye”…… and out the door she walked.

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Anyway, that was twenty years ago… and here she is again… standing at my bedroom door… backlit and silhouetted, in the full bloom of her mature beauty… once again, to offer me aid and comfort in my dark hour of need as I try to find an escape from the monotony of a long, hot night of restlessness.

We share a life history… a detailed intimacy so close that no other person can interfere… a relationship more connected than even a husband and wife.

“So, Dicky, is this how you treat all your guests… you go to your room and hide in bed?”

“Actually, I just do that for the gorgeous naked women who come in unannounced… By the way ‘Danger Woman’, did you drive up here all the way like that… in nothing but your invisible Versace body suit?”

She giggled as she walked in the room, closing the door behind her. “No, I wore a sundress in case I got pulled over… but, nothing underneath… I set the AC vents to blow up my dress to keep me cool, but it didn’t help… I still had to frig myself twice on the way.”

With her right foot on the floor, she bent her left knee and sat on the end of the bed facing me. Below the moonlit skylight… her features were so distinct in the contrasting scene of dark and bright… I felt like we were in a black and white movie.

“You know, I was pissed when mom and dad died and left this cabin to you, but the truth is, it’s nice to have a place I can run off to where no one will think to look for me… a little AC would be good, though.”

“Yes,” I agreed, “But it rarely gets this warm… Anyway, how did you get out of the house tonight… and are you sure Howie’s bloodhound isn’t out there watching?”

With a pained grin and a shake deneme bonusu of the head, “I happen to know that Mr. P.I. never works on Monday… he’s got a kid that gets chemo-therapy once a week.”

“OK, so what did you tell Howie to get out of the house?”

“Well, dear Howard had a rough day… He hosted one of his high-powered business, slash, golf outings… Which means he drove around in a golf cart all day with a bunch of guys lying about how much money they have and how all the women want them… and of course, drinking so much beer that they couldn’t pick up their balls even if they could find them… After he got home from threatening the whole community with his drunken driving he opened another beer, laid on the couch, and passed out in front of the Golf Channel.”

“But I didn’t come here to talk about my dysfunctional marriage”, she said as she rose, then stepped up onto the bed. Standing above me in the moonlight, her feet on either side of my pelvis, her breasts pushing out proudly, she explained the reason for her visit… “What I need is not a drunk, flaccid dick, but to touch a real person who can look in my eyes… stroke my soul… and let me know I’m loved… Think you can handle that?”

Yes… I could handle that… I would handle that… I wanted nothing other than to handle that… “Then speak openly to me O’ Goddess of the Night… Fill thy servants ears with thy wishes and desires… Wont not of asking all that ye may crave and”…

“Aw, shut the hell up,” she commanded…

The light shining from above held her face in shadow as she peered down into my illuminated face, and demanded, “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Well… talk about your stupid questions… this one took the cake, and I said, “I would if I could, but I’m not one of those porno actors with a dick two feet long… I’m just a normal man, with a normal erection,… so if you want some action from me you’ll have to get a bit closer.”

Although her face was in shadow, I could sense the wry smile beaming down at me… as she slowly bent her knees… until her dewy cunt was suspended an inch above the aching cock laid out hard on my belly… I could feel the naked heat radiating from her sex… I could smell the perfume of her body, and the perfume she had dabbed behind her ears.

Leaning forward onto her hands, her face moved closer to mine… close enough that I could feel her hard nipples pressing upon my chest… close enough that I could see her eyes shining in the dim light…

She paused there like a wild jungle cat preparing to pounce… the energy of her lithe body coiling up… compressing the spring in her spinal cord to a point where it’s tension could no longer be contained… “You better hold on to the headboard, Dicky, ’cause I’m going to make you cum so hard you might just slide out of bed.” And, as I stared into her eyes, she brought her mouth down upon mine… with our eyes open and locked on each other, our tongues began to dance a tango… swirling around, pushing and gliding.

After thirty seconds or so, she released my tongue from between her lips, and straightened up into her original crouching position… Her expression was now serious as she lowered her body that final inch… pressing her soft, wet folds on my rigid member… and, wiggling her ass a little bit, her velvet lips parted, engulfing my dick in her smooth, sticky warmth…

Then… she began to move back and forth… sliding her pussy along the entire length of my cock… going forward until my purple head rested at the entrance to her magnificent hole… and then sliding all the way back, rubbing her clit across my scrotum… drenching my dick and pelvis with the prodigious amount of pussy cum her excitement was producing… She might as well have taken a bowl of melted butter and slathered it on me with a paintbrush.

Placing her hands on the bed behind her, she leaned back as far as she could… and, with this increased extension she could now rock further forward… bringing her tight ass up and drawing my well lubricated cock through the valley between her round globes… and bringing her pussy back across me again… back and forth… back and forth… MOANING… “MMMMMMM… OHHHH… OH, YES… OH… OH… OOHHHH!”

She was working hard… Sweat beaded on her breasts… flowed down her firm belly to the tiny patch of pubic hair above her pronounced hood… dripping between her legs to mingle with her juices, and the pre-cum that was leaking out of my engorged penis… Her orgasm was not far off…

Switching positions in an instant, she threw herself forward… laying her breast upon mine and panting in my ear… I wrapped my arms around her and whispered, “I love you.”

She simply heaved the word, “Yes”, then slid her hand between our sweaty bodies and grabbed the head of my cock… she held it tight so it wouldn’t move around… then started sliding from side to side across it… abusing her clit on it… sending jolts of electric impulse through the core of her body… emitting low guttural sounds through her clinched teeth… animalistic, primal… groaning, as she savagely forced her most sensitive area to grind without mercy… “UH, UH, UH… OH, MMMM… Oh Shit… Oh Shit… OH… OH… OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHCHRIST… OH… oh… ewwww”… Then she went limp on top of me… We lay there… Our bodies glued together with sweat and cum… the room heavy with the aroma of sex… we lay there in Heaven.

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At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night were set.

I went to my closet and laid out a pair of jeans and took out a simple t-shirt and then jumped in the shower. I spent a good 30 minutes in the shower just letting the hot water relax me. I hopped out, shaved, got dressed, grabbed my keys and was off to the bar.

It had been a while since I been out due to work so everyone was surprised I actually came out. We took our seats at the bar and order the first round. I had forgotten the simple joy of the taste of alcohol. After about an hour drinking, joking and catching up, we started to get loud and so did the music. The more we drank the faster the time went. It was about 10:30 and we were starting to feel buzzed, but we kept drinking.

Suddenly one after another my buddies were “DAMN “with their eyes fixed to the door. “She is fine as hell!”

I turn to look and she was, DAMN was she, but she looked so familiar and I couldn’t place her face or name. Actually it’s like my eyes couldn’t focus due to the alcohol and lighting in the bar. So we all turned back around a continued to drink.

Ten minutes later, a familiar voice whispered to me, “Long time no see.”

With one eyebrow raised, I turned around to face Cricket. “You’re the one that moved away,” I quipped back. “And you didn’t leave any number to be reached at.” “Sorry I hurt your feelings, Mr. Big Shot!”

“In that case, all is forgiven,” as a smile slowly drew upon my face. And Cricket reciprocated with her own sexy smile that lit the room. I stood and quickly embraced this sexy woman that all my friends couldn’t take their eyes off. As I let her go they hurried and closed their mouths and regained their composure. I made the necessary introductions, “Cricket these are the fellows and fellows this is Cricket.”

With a quick elbow to the stomach she exclaimed, “No one has called me that since high school!” She stuck out her hand for handshakes and said, “It’s Samantha, or Sam for short.”

After the introductions I invited her to join us and got her a drink. After about 2 hours of us telling embarrassing stories of our high school experiences to my friends, Sam and I got a booth to ourselves to really catch up.

A quick look into history: In high school I was captain of my basketball team and co-captain of my football team. I had the second highest GPA. Sam was captain of the girls’ basketball team, a member of the school’s advanced choir, and she had the highest GPA. I wasn’t the most handsome guy in high school but my accolades made up for it. Sam on the other hand could have had any guy she wanted and she did. She was about 5’7″, slender waist you could wrap your hands around, an ass you could fall asleep on, thighs of an athlete you want to squeeze you, breasts that were more than a mouth and handful, thick long jet black hair, deep dark brown eyes, and a soft mahogany complexion. It seemed as though you could get lost in her glowing eyes, and her smile could light a fire instantly. She could make any supermodel jealous. She was more beautiful than sexy. Now looking at her, her body had matured well to say the least.

We sat and talked about how she got her scholarship and left off to school. How she stayed gone, how she was moving back home to be closer to her sick father. We talked about how we were close friends due to our rivalry to be better than the other. We even talked about the one time we tried to have sex with each other, boy that was a bad experience. But after that that we became so close we were able to actually shower around each other.

As we looked back on our past I couldn’t help but stare and think about how I would love to make up for that one horrible sexual experience. I was a virgin but she wasn’t. I bet she laughed at me on the inside. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear her calling my name.

“Malcolm?”

I finally came to. “Yes, Dear.”

“It’s late, and I have to get up and look for somewhere to stay,” Sam stated.

“You can always stay with me.”

Sam responded with a sexy smirk, “Boy, you are too drunk, you need to go home and sleep it off. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

So we exchanged numbers and she left, and I followed soon after. After making it home and crawling into bed, my phone rang. It was one of my buddies from the bar asking if I had added Sam as a notch on the bed post. Without answering I just hung up the phone and closed my eyes. And again the phone rang and I answered with a frustrated voice, “What do you want, it’s 3:30 in the morning, and NO I did not fuck Sam!”

“And you never will with that tone of voice!”

It was Sam.

I tried to apologize, türkçe bahis but she cut me off, “Men are always thinking with their dicks,” in a jovial voice. “I changed my mind, tomorrow is Saturday. I want to sit around and do nothing, would you like to be my company?”

With a dry voice, “Since you have don’t have your own place yet why don’t you come here?”

“Fine, see you in a couple hours.”

Click and I was off to sleep with new dreams.

Knock knock!!!

A bit startled, I awakened and opened the door.

“Morning Sleepy Head,” as she whisked by me.

Barely able to answer, “Bah humbug.” But my eyes quickly open when I saw her. She had on a light pink and yellow summer dress that just flowed with her curves with her hair in a ponytail.

Without taking my eyes off her, “I’m not like you, I don’t wake up beautiful. Gimme me 20 minutes to get ready.” I rushed off to the bathroom for a quick shower and personal hygiene. While I was in the shower, I heard Sam say “Excuse me, I need to use the mirror.” I thought to myself about the one she walked by in the bedroom but we often shared a bathroom after high school practices.

Suddenly I saw a hand reach through the shower curtain and my nice warm water went ice cold, causing me to howl and jump. Sam took off running and giggling. And it was on. I jumped out, grabbed my towel, wrapped my waist and began the chase. Since I had a better layout of my apartment, I caught her fairly quickly, and when I did grabbed her pinned to my chaise in a matter of seconds. My payback was tickling her till tears rolled down her face.

“I let you catch me,” Sam said, out of breath.

“Yeah right!”

“You could always beat the boys but you could never beat me.”

“Oh really, is that a challenge Sam?”

“It is now, get ready, and meet me at the court in an hour.”

“You’re on!!!” I was thinking to myself, I’m still in good shape but I don’t know what she’s been doing. Hell for all I know she could play semi-pro ball or something.

After sitting for a minute, I ate a couple pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice. I locked my door behind me and walked the two blocks to the local neighborhood playground. I needed the early start. I needed the stretch. The playground was fairly empty, so took a few warm-up shots as I waited for Sam. A few minutes into shooting around I noticed Sam walking up and wondered ‘how in the hell do you make mesh shorts and t-shirt look that damn sexy.’ The shorts’ waistband fit snugly and then fit perfectly curved over and around her apple shaped ass. Her t-shirt was tied in the back high enough to show off her navel and midriff. Blood from my brain was starting to fill my dick and I was distracted. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to play, since I knew she would be able to feel my semi hard dick through my thin shorts.

“Let’s play ball!” Sam yelled.

And with a small gulp and sigh, I threw her the ball and asked for this to be over quickly. I needed a cold shower. We played ball, I tried to play seriously but I couldn’t. I was afraid to get too close, fearing she would feel my hard-on. But even through the sweat, she smelled erotic. I don’t know if she noticed or if she did and didn’t say anything. But every chance I got I was grabbing her, touching her. I would reach for her ass, thigh, stomach, breast, whatever I could get my hands on.

She was able to score a lot of easy baskets, mainly because I let her. And right before game winning point, Sam set the stakes. “Winner gets treated.”

“Treated to what?” And with that she was gone around me to score the last point.

We began walking back to my apartment, and the whole while I kept questioning what does the winner gets treated to. Joking and playing, she kept changing the subject or answering, “Just wait and see.”

We made it the apartment and pounded back a few glasses of water. Throughout our conversation about nothing and everything, I kept glancing and staring at her. I noticed how the sweat ran from her forehead and dripped from her chin. Her chest rose and fell so fluently to a musical rhythm that swayed me. Looking at her I was getting so aroused and we continued to talk. My lust was getting harder to contain. I became lost in the thoughts of using my hands to explore her body and drowning out her voice, that I didn’t notice that I had moved mere inches from her face. We were damn near in a lip lock when I came to, and was staring down into her eyes as she was staring up into mine. I could have looked like a lost puppy but her pupils were dancing in a forbidding way. I reached to grab her and she placed her hands on my neck as though to pull me in, but I abruptly stopped.

“I need a shower.”

Turning her head away and in a low voice: “Make it a cold one!”

In the bathroom I turned the shower to full blast ice cold and hopped in. Boy, did I need this cooling off. With my head down and the water hitting me iddaa siteleri hard, the lighting in the room changed as the door opened.

“The water is already cold so you can’t shock me this time!”

But I was shock anyway, but this time it was by her hands touching my back. I made a slight jump and instantly relaxed. My body shielded the water from hitting her. I turned around to see the most magnificent thing possible, Sam standing before me naked. I was frozen stiff by the sight, mouth wide open. She playfully closed my mouth and pushed me against the wall under the showerhead. To me, the water seemed to warm rather quickly but the realism of the water temperature came back when it flowed over me and hit her flesh. It was so cold it made her jump and shudder, causing her to pull herself into me. There were we stood chest to chest, with her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, and asked her “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

Barely over the sound of the shower, she answered, “I won, so I get treated to something I’ve been wanting for a long time, and it’s very much overdue.”

I don’t know what was wrong with me. I was having a dumb moment, but I was puzzled. Sam placed both her hands on my neck. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time, I have never stopped thinking about you.” And she placed her lips on mine.

I must have blacked out or saw stars or something, but my mind was racing. At that moment all I could do was squeeze her tighter and part her lips with my tongue. One of my arms slid down to her lower back and my other hand grabbed her thigh, lifted it and wrapped it around me. Our tongues touched, crossed and mingled together. As I parted our mouths, but bit down gently on her bottom lip, which seemed to weakened her a bit more. I softly pushed back and adjusted to water to warm. I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands. Turning her and putting her in the water as I stood behind her, I began a slow and sensual type massage. I let my hands start at her neck, twisting and squeezing, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, down over her shoulders to her lower back. The difference of pressures got different reactions from her body. She would arch and bow her back, readjust her legs, take a couple deep breaths. I didn’t try to, but I think I spent extra time on her ass. It was a lot of ground to cover. I was now a kid in a candy shop. I pulled my chest to her back and reached my arms around her and rubbed her stomach. She was firm, but still ladylike. Upward with my hand between her breasts, I cupped them, massaged them, and kneaded them.

She laid her head back, and I whispered in her ear, “You won so I will treat you” as I pinched, rolled, and tweaked her hardening nipples. I let my tongue pull her earlobe into my mouth, and I alternated between sucking and kissing her upper neck. I felt her knees give way, but I holding her, it was no way I was about to let her go.

Giving her a second to regain her composure, I turned her, pushed her to the wall, and dropped to one knee. With my hands still on her breasts, I gave them one final firm tug, which made her let out a deep sigh. With slight pressure, my hands ran down her sides, waists, and hips. Being on one knee, my face was so close to her womanhood. I could see her wetness through the shower water. I could smell her, her scent was strong, and she smelled like sweetened honey. It took all of me to keep from tasting her right then and there. My hands rested on her thighs, as she moved her body enough to let the water rinse the soap away. I massaged each thigh one at a time with both hands.

Her body was loose, relaxed. She was turning to putty in my hands. I was quite the opposite. My dick was hard, so hard I was throbbing. I had swelled to my limits, which was about 8-8 ½ inches long and somewhere between 2-2 ½ inches wide. I wanted to bury all of me into her as deeply as I possibly could. And I knew I was going to get the chance to.

As the water wiped the soap away I placed my head and face on her stomach, continuing to take in her aroma. I couldn’t take it anymore. I slammed off the water, stood and cuffed her bountiful ass, pressed my lips hard into hers. I lifted her, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Our tongues playfully wrestled as I carried out of the shower. Out of the bathroom, the cool bedroom caused us to stiffen a bit, but the warmth of our bodies quickly loosened us. Still walking and kissing, I went straight for the queen sized bed. I lay Sam down as gently as possible, despite us still being wet, but my animal prowess was starting to take over and lust was pouring from her pores. Her eyes glowed sex and her mouth seemed to utter to me for me to take her.

On her back, I explored and played with her like a child with a new toy. I had to kiss her again. I let our lips touch, and a surge shot through me. I knew I was going to make this special. I raised and kissed her forehead deneme bonusu veren siteler slowly, letting my lips linger. I rubbed her jaw line with my hand and cheek with my thumb. I sucked her lips one at a time, licked down her neck, kissed her collarbone, all the while holding her breasts. Holding her left tit, I kissed and licked the top, the bottom, the sides, all over except the nipple, and moved to the right. I blew the nipples to cool them, to harden them even more. Lightly between my teeth, I teased them to complete hardness. Her quarter-sized areolas enjoyed the attention. Her moans became lower, deeper and sexier. Sam was rubbing, squeezing, pushing and pulling my head. Her body was settling into the bed. My hardened mass was rubbing against her leg.

Suddenly I bit hard into one of her fleshy globes for a reaction, and what a reaction I got. She let out a throated high pitched scream that explained her ecstasy. I positioned myself between her legs and could feel her juices on my stomach. The warmth sunk into me. Like an adventurer, I carved a trail down her belly with my tongue, circling her navel. At the same time, I was pushing her thighs apart to get into better position. I had to taste her chocolate thighs. I kissed and nibbled the top of one thigh as I squeezed the other, alternating back and forth. I had special kisses for the creases of her pelvis, they were light and tickling. And again her moans echoed in my head, urging me to continue. I placed one of Sam’s legs over my shoulder to better access her thighs. My tongue and lips left no part of the side and bottom of her thighs untouched. I kissed behind her knees, making her melt further. I had heard that was a sensitive spot but I never really knew. I licked down her face, to hold one of her feet in front of my face. With the broad of my tongue, I licked from heel to ball. She squealed and her back rose off the bed.

I put my hand to her pussy, to feel the heat and moisture. I could nearly scoop up her secretions. I rubbed a finger across her slit, I needed a taste. It was the most bittersweet nectar I ever had. As I licked up the other foot, tongued her smaller toes and sucked the big one, Sam tried to scoot away, but I forcefully held her in place. I had to smirk, when I looked at her face and saw her biting her bottom lip. I worked my way back up her legs, until I reached her diamond. I hovered over her wet shiny lips. I took a deep breath and let it flow out my mouth and onto her pussy.

That’s all it took. She erupted. Her body spasmed. Her back bowed. Her eyes rolled. She pulled at the sheets as she roared in bliss. In one swift move, she grabbed my head and plowed it into her pussy, making me tongue her. I didn’t mind, I kind of enjoyed her taking a little control. I slurped at her inner walls, nosing and tonguing her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Using my hands to massage her thighs at the same time, beautiful music flowed from her lips. She was singing forcefully the sweetest notes I ever heard. I sucked her juices as though to quench a thirst. I spread her lips wider to get deeper. My face was covered in her cum. As her orgasmic dancing came to an end, she pulled my face to hers, and kissed me deeply.

We both came to our knees, our tongues in a frenzy and war. The temperature in the room felt ten degrees hotter. She laid me back propped against the headboard. Sam’s foreplay was nowhere as thorough as mine, but that didn’t bother me. It was supposed to be about her anyway. She hurriedly kissed down my neck and chest, a quick licking of my stomach. She grabbed my already hard dick and shoved it down her throat. The warmth of her mouth soothed the ache of my manhood. The broad of her tongue stroked the shaft. Sam rubbed her clit, causing her to moan with me in her mouth. The vibrations sent sensations through me like jolts of energy. Sam clamped her lips on my head and sucked hard. She bobbed her head up and down, letting her drool run from her mouth down my dick. Using the spit as lube, she stroked my dick fast and furious. Her other hand tugged at my balls, as she removed her mouth from my dick to lick at them. Her movements were rushed, but were still pleasurable. She was pushing all the right buttons, pushing me to my point. Swiftly her mouth was back on my dick, and her lips touched the base of my shaft. I was getting close, I was about to climax. I wasn’t ready. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, and locked lips with her again.

I switched places with her, keeping her on her knees. On my knees behinds her, I bent over her and bit her neck right below her ear. I slapped her ass and she let out a small whimper. I licked down her spine from top to bottom. I spread her ass cheeks, revealing her forbidden rose. I couldn’t help myself, I licked and Sam squealed in pleasure. I circled, poked at her asshole. She tried to squirm away, but she was already at the headboard. That was my cue.

I chased behind her, pinning her chest to the headboard and wall. I grabbed a handful of hair and pull enough to make her arch her back. Remembering her whimper, I slapped her ass again. Without hesitation I took hold of my dick and lined it up with her slot. I had to ask her, “Is this what you’ve been waiting on?”

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