Ay: Aralık 2022

Aurora University Ch. 01

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Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older.

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“Students, teachers, one and all, welcome back to Aurora University. I hope the break has been an enriching experience for all of you, and hope that you are all refreshed for the start of the new school year.

“Year Ones, perhaps it would be prudent at this point to address some of the special rules and features of our school. The rest of you, please be patient.

“Aurora University was initially founded by the Roman Consul Julius, to serve as a center for learning the sexual arts. The Ancient Romans believed that exploring one’s sexuality would lead to an understanding of the gods and their arcane arts. And indeed, Aurora has produced many notable sorcerers in its history, from Christopher Columbus to Albert Einstein.

“Yes, it is my great pleasure to inform all of you that after your four years of education in this college, you will eventually become wizards and witches, able to command the ancient forces of magic at your will. Perhaps a little demonstration would be in order here; the Year Ones are looking quite disbelieving.”

The principal clapped his hands, and a carpet of balloons slowly floated up to adorn the ceiling. Another clap, and they vanished.

I gasped.

“Now we shall conduct our annual initiation ceremony. Year Ones, when your name is called, please stand and walk onto the stage.”

The older years clapped excitedly. I was still trying to process the information.

Me? Magic? A witch? What crackpot school had I gotten myself into? I regretted accepting the invitation letter. But hey, at that time it had seemed way to good a deal to pass on. Cheap tuition, two hours from home, among the best in the world.

“Abigail Brown.” A mousey brunette scrambled onto the stage nervously. She was quickly followed by Abigail Rivers.

Ah. It was in alphabetical order. I leaned back into my chair and waited.

“Chloe Styles.”

This was it. I gripped the handle of the chair and walked onto stage as confidently as I could.

“Heey, beautiful,” the boy to my left drawled as I stopped beside him. I tried to glare at him, but couldn’t resist giving him the quick once over. He noticed, and smirked.

This guy was HOT. Tall, blond, muscular. To hell with it. I hadn’t gotten laid in a month, and I wouldn’t mind this guy doing it. This was supposed to be college after all. Sex, drugs, parties, all that jazz.

So I raised my eyebrow. “Really? That’s your best pickup line?”

He smiled. “Still got your attention didn’t I.”

I scoffed. “You’re going to have to do better if you’re going to get into my bed, whatever your name is.”

“Oh, I’m Carter. And since we’re roommates already, that shouldn’t be too hard.”

He leaned in conspiratorially.

“There’s only one bed for every room, and everyone’s expected to share.”

“I saw the dorm arrangements,” he added. “My sis studies here; she sneaked out a copy for me. She was really hush hush about everything. Seemed like she had a hell of a time though.”

“Yeah, but magic?”

Carter shrugged. “Haven’t you ever dreamed of being invisible or stopping time? Plus the balloons seemed pretty legit. I don’t think this whole thing is some huge hoax.”

Hell, I had. What wouldn’t I have given to get another five minutes in the morning before I had to go to school.

I changed the topic. “What do you think the principal was talking about when he said exploring your sexuality?”

“I don’t know. But if it means what I think it means then it’s gonna be fun.”

“Perv,” I said. He reached out behind me and squeezed my ass cheekily.

But hell, I could feel myself getting wet. If that statement meant I could go around fucking whoever I wanted… Well let’s just say I absolutely loved sex.

“Zoey Tyler.” The principal clapped his hands.

“We’re finished. Now for the part I know all of you have been waiting for. Everyone, take off your clothes! Let the new school year, begin!”

“Woo!” the crowd below us cheered. And all of sudden, I was looking at a thousand naked, horny teens.

The principal, now naked as well, raised his hands for silence. “Year Ones, you may be a little confused again. Allow me to explain. All students are strongly encouraged to travel the campus naked before lessons officially start.

As I have said before, by exploring our sexuality, we are able to reach greater heights of magic. bursa escort The amount of sex you have equates to the magical power you possess, in other words. Having as much sex as possible during the holidays will ensure you have a quality stockpile of magical energy at your disposal once lessons actually begin.

I’m sure your Magical Theory teacher will tell you more, but for now, if you would kindly cooperate and take off your clothes, we can proceed on with dinner.”

I got even wetter. Exhibitionism had long been a fetish of mine. But still…

Carter smirked. “We might as well do it Chloe. Everyone else is stripping already. Or are you saying you don’t want to see my cock? Heck, I might even let you touch it!”

“Pfft, your two inches? My fingers are longer.” I said. “You just want to see my tits and you know it.”

“Oh, of course I do. They look so big and so beautiful.”

“32Cs,” I smiled.

“Ooh, sounds delicious. Mind taking off your shirt for me to have a look at those puppies naked?”

Fuck it. I was way too horny for this. I pulled my blouse over my head, then unclasped my bra and pulled off my jeans. Yeah, I never wore panties.

I struck up a slutty pose and smiled my sexiest smile at Carter. “You like?”

“God Chloe, you’re so fucking hot.”

But I didn’t hear him, I was looking at his dick. And what a magnificent dick it was! He was huge. Seven inches at the very least, and so thick and throbbing. I grew wet just thinking of it in my pussy.

I lowered my hand to his dick and stared at him in the eye. “When we get back, you are going to push that monster into my tight wet cunt, and keep it there until I scream your name and squirt all over you.”

He grinned. “Oh baby, believe me when I say that nothing would make me happier.”

—

Dinner was delicious. There were potatoes, and pizza, and a whole roast chicken, and a glass of wine each. Carter’s hand was under the table all the time, either flicking my clit or penetrating my cunt. He whispered into my ear. “Just keeping you wet for later baby.”

Conversation flowed surprisingly easily despite the nudity and sex going on around the table.

I got to meet my other two roommates. First was a tall Japanese girl named Akiko. She had dyed her hair dark brown, and her them tied neatly in pigtails. She was skinny, and had small B cups, but the most adorable pussy ever. It was covered with a light layer of fuzz, and I grew wet again thinking of how it would feel on my tongue. (Yes, I’m bi.)

Which was good, since my last roommate was also a female. Gigantic dick or not, I don’t think Carter alone would have been enough to satisfy me all the time.

She was called Belinda, and from Singapore. She had raven black hair dangling down to her waist. Her pussy was completely shaved, and told us that she ice skated competitively. That figure certainly showed it, those long legs especially.

We got back to our dorm at around eleven, still without clothes, and found just a single bed and bathtub.

Somehow I wasn’t surprised. I laughed. “They’re really going all out to make us fuck aren’t they. I feel like I’m in the middle of a porno.”

“Hey, no one’s complaining,” Akiko said. “I’m pretty sure we’re all horny as hell, and easy sex anytime I want it? Sign me up!”

I certainly was. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Oh fuck, I was so fucking horny.

“Well, if they’re going to make us fuck, we’re going to make it fun. Everyone, sit in a circle on the bed.” I told my new roommates.

I was between Carter and Belinda.

“Alright,” I said. “We’re going to play Truth or Dare. I’ll start. Dare.”

Belinda giggled and said, “I dare you to sit in Carter’s lap for the next round.”

Fuck yeah. Just what I needed. A big fat cock for my dripping pussy. I stood up, and sunk myself onto Carter’s erect dick, my legs wrapped around his stomach. I was so wet that he slid in easily. I rode him up and down, pushing him deeper and deeper into my pussy with every stroke. I moaned. Ah shit. It had been way too long since I had a real cock in my snatch. Dildos just weren’t cutting it anymore.

“Fuck, this feels amazing,” I groaned.

Belinda gasped. “That wasn’t what I mea-“

I cut her off. “I know, but I’m just soo fucking horny.”

“Slut,” she said, giggling again. God, her giggling was adorable.

“You better believe it.”

It was Carter’s turn. “Truth,” bursa escort bayan he gasped as I finally took in his entire girth.

Akiko gave the question this time. “How do you feel right now?”

“So fucking good, It’s like I’m in heaven. Two naked Asian babes next to me, and one sexy blonde big titted teen bouncing on my cock with her tight wet pussy.”

I smiled and rode him even faster. I vowed to make him cum before the round ended.

“Dare.” It was Akiko’s turn.

“Spread your legs as wide open as you can, and masturbate for us until you cum.”

Akiko pulled the lips of her pussy open, then stuck a finger in. Her right hand started rubbing her clit at the same time. Another finger went in. Then a third.

“FUCK!” she screamed, closing her eyes.

Carter raised his head to look at her, grabbing onto my D cups for support. He pinched my right nipple. “Oh fuck!” I yelled. I reached down and twisted my hard clit.

Akiko moaned continuously. Her fingers went in and out of her pussy mechanically, even as I was bouncing up and down on Carter’s cock.

I glanced over at Belinda. Her long legs were spread too, and she was fingering herself frantically.

Akiko’s fingers went in faster and faster, and her body started to tremble. She let out a sudden shriek. “I’m cumming!” She thrashed and trembled, juices staining the white sheets. This was so fucking hot.

“Ugh…” I moaned.

I pinched my clit, and whimpered softly as I rode myself to my first small orgasm of the night.

Belinda picked dare. Carter got her to clean up the sheets and Akiko’s dripping pussy. With her tongue, of course. Which stimulated Akiko off to another round of shrieking.

I pushed Carter back onto the bed, but continued riding him as before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered. “This feels sooo fucking good.”

Carter pinched down hard on my tits. A surge of electric pleasure coursed through my body.

“FUCK! Again! Harder!”

He was shaking beneath me now.

“Fuck! Chloe! I’m going to cum!”

“Cum in me Carter! Shoot your sperm into my fucking pussy!”

I started to ride his cock even faster. I tore at my clit even more furiously. “Ughh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I moaned incoherently. I was sooo close. I could feel it.

“Carter, I’m cumming!” I screamed as I came. My pussy contracted even tighter around his cock. He groaned, fingernails digging into my skin as he achieved his own release.

I slowed down my pace, until I slid comfortably down his cock, our juices mixing together into a sticky, delicious mess. Well, I did say I was going to make him cum before the round ended.

“That was amazing,” he sighed.

“I know,” I said. “I felt so fucking full. We’ve got to do that again.”

Belinda pouted. “I haven’t even came yet tonight.”

Carter smiled. “Don’t worry baby, I promise you’ll cum soon. Chloe, I dare you to put your face into that sweet little pussy of hers until she screams your name and begs you to stop. And I’m going to dare myself to stick my cock into her mouth. Akiko, you can lick my jizz out of Chloe’s slutty pussy and swallow it afterwards.”

Belinda was already ready. Her legs were spread apart in an almost split. I held them at her thighs, running my fingers lightly along the milky hairless skin, slowly creeping closer to her womanhood.

It was wide open for me to see, pink and hairless and wonderful looking.

She twitched at my touch. “Fuck, Chloe, stop teasing, lick me alrea-“

She gagged, and her voice suddenly cut off. I looked up and saw Carter’s already recovered dick going in and out of her mouth.

Then I felt hands on my own thighs, and a warm tongue entered my pussy.

“Fuck, Akiko! That feels so good! Don’t stop!”

I slammed my own face into Belinda’s crotch. Teasing be damned, I was going to make her cum before I did. I pushed apart the warm pink folds of her pussy with my tongue.

She was delicious. She tasted like fresh fruit and sugar and everything nice. Must be Asian pussy, I thought. I was certainly going to have more of that.

I pulled my head up to her clit, and gave it a short, sharp bite. She jumped and moaned. Back to pussy. Clit again. Pussy. Clit. Moan. Moan. Pussy. Clit.

Akiko wasn’t doing too bad a job too. Shit. At this rate, I would cum in five minutes tops.

I redoubled my efforts on Belinda’s snatch, using a technique I had picked up some years back on escort bursa a previous girlfriend.

I started to trace her name on her clit with my own tongue, alternating each letter with some of the sweet nectar oozing from her pussy.

B. Lick. E. Moan. Lick. L. Lick. I. Moan. Lick. Moan. N. Lick. Lick. D. Moan. Lick. Moan. A. Lick. Moan. Repeat.

It was wickedly effective. Less than three cycles, and I could tell she was close. Her hips continuously buckled beneath my tongue.

But I didn’t quite expect her juices to splash all over my face and hair when she came.

“Belinda! You’re a squirter!” I squealed.

She tried to say something around a mouthful of dick but it didn’t quite come out.

So I turned to Akiko, still licking wonderfully at my own pussy from behind, and rolled on top of her into a 69.

I pushed my tongue through the light fuzz above her own moist folds, and then got my first taste of Japanese pussy.

It was fantastic.

“Ungh,” she moaned. “Ugggh, Chloe! That feels so good.”

“Akiko, you’re really close aren’t you?”

“Yes., watching you guys got me soo hor- OHMIGOD don’t stop!”

Truth to be told, I was close to my third orgasm of the night too. Akiko’s ministrations were devastatingly effective.

But hey, what I was doing wasn’t too bad either. I repeated the pattern I had used on Belinda before, and Akiko turned into a shaking heap of pleasure before long.

“Ugh! Fuck!”

“Uhgh!”

“Chloe! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Akiko screamed. “I’m going to cum!”

Perfect. I bit down on her clit. My thumb simultaneously pushed up her ass. Her hips rammed upwards, thighs squeezing both sides of my head. Her nectar splashed all over my face.”

Then she collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes closed.

“Akiko’s passed out,” I announced. Neither Belinda or Carter replied. Carter was too busy fucking Belinda’s face and she was too busy sucking his prick.

Ahh fuck. That meant that there was no one left to lick me off to orgasm. And I was so horny too. I NEEDED COCK!

I contemplated my options, stuffing three fingers in my pussy at the same time.

Fuck it. They called me a slut anyways didn’t they. I was just about to show them how right they were.

I crawled over to the other side of the bed, pulling Belinda’s face off Carter’s dick, and replacing it with my own. He didn’t complain. Belinda did though, only reluctantly lowering her tongue to my pussy.

His cock was coated with a thick layer of spit and pussy already, and it fit into my mouth easily despite his girth. I ran my mouth up and down the shaft, flicking my tongue around the pulsing tip and massaging his balls with my fingers. Carter’s own hands were wrapped around my face, pulling on my blonde locks.

I bobbed my head up and down.

“Oh, Chloe,” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Two more sucks, and I deepthroated him. His eyes opened wide as I took his whole length into my mouth, from tip to nutsack.

I gagged on his monstrous dick, hoping I had timed it perfectly. I couldn’t keep it in for much longer. But as it turned out, I did, and he nutted straight into my throat.

My own orgasm racked me mere moments later.

“Oh fuck! Belinda!” I screamed as I came, finally releasing the built up tension.

I looked down, seeing her sweaty naked form heaving behind me.

“Bitch,” she whined. “I was sucking him.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” I said.

“Damn right we will,” Carter said. “Chloe you take her pussy. I’m going to fuck her ass. We’re going to rock her world.”

I pushed my mouth into her now familiar folds without hesitation and licked.

Belinda moaned. “FUCK! That feels so good! Chloe, you’re forgiven.”

But that was all she could say before Carter’s dick pushed its way into her ass and she collapsed into a incorrigible torrent of shrieks and moans.

—

“She’s already passed out,” Carter moaned. “I didn’t even get to cum in her yet.”

We had just given Belinda what had probably been the most intense orgasm of her life. Her squirting had wet my entire face again, and nearly half the bed besides.

I spread open my pussy.

“Hey, this is always here for you,” I said, dipping a finger in and then lifting it to my lips seductively.

Carter smiled. “How could I ever forget about my little minx? But you know, I was rather hoping to shoot my jizz up someone’s ass tonight.”

I rolled over doggy style and pulled the two perfect globes of my ass apart.

“Who said I didn’t do that?”

“Slut.”

“You better believe it.”

—

to be continued

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A-OK Ch. 02

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I was still recoiling from my episode with Angie. She was beautiful, responsive, and sensual. I was half her age and twice as interested as I was in any woman to that point. Simply put, she enticed and enthralled me in nearly every possible way. Thoughts of our exchange filled my mind and body nearly every minute since our departure. I had to see her again, but this time it would be different. I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to know who it was that conjured these feelings in me.

Three days after our suarez I stopped over her house around 5:30 in the afternoon. I was nervous as I approached her house since I thought she might discard me like so much “Chet refuse”. In an effort to garner her affections, as if she had any for me, I bought a small bouquet of flowers for her. I knocked on the door and she answered the door in a pair of faded jeans and a sweater. Once again, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was both exciting and in a new way endearing to me.

“Hey, Jakey. What’s new and exciting?”

“Hi Angie. Thought I’d stop over and, um…here!” I handed her the bouquet. I slowly presented them to my new friend.

“Oh, they are so nice! Thank you, sweetie!”, she exclaimed as she motioned me in. I entered the kitchen as she found a vase.

“It’s been a while since I’ve…thank you”, she said softly as she reached up to kiss me on the cheek. Her left hand cupped the back of my neck as she kissed me. It felt wonderful, warm and deliciously genuine. Strangely, to feel the warmth of her touch in this platonic situation was in a way more erotic than what we’d experienced prior.

“I thought after all the work you’ve been doing you deserved a nice accoutrement to your place. It needs some fresh life” I said.

“Accoutrement? Are you testing my vocabulary?” she laughed. “Your being in the doorway adds life to my home” she said with a soft smile.

I realized at that moment that now was the time to be careful. The other day, it was all about fucking and coming and just plain homo sapien satisfaction, but I had to tread lightly. I sensed that Angie herself was a delicate flower and I wanted to ensure that I was doing what was right not only for my needs but for hers. I guess I just wanted to get to know her better. I had never had “casual sex”. Obviously she had, that wasn’t important to me. What had lasting import, to my way of thinking, was to treat her with respect and dignity. In one way, I wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her silly. In another way I wanted to walk arm in arm to a respectable function, show her off, and enjoy her company.

“Angie, let’s go out to dinner some time.”

“I don’t know Jakey. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not out to take over your life. If you want me again, I’m here for the taking.”

“Angie, I can’t do this, not like this. I have to know what you’re about. I can’t just keep this going on without having something more. I’m not asking you to give up your life, what you do and all that. I just want to know you better. You seem like there is so much more than meets the eye, although what meets the eye is something else! Indulge me with a dinner date. I know of a really cool place that I think you will love.”

She looked away as if she were scouring the universe for a reason to reject my offer. Somehow I got the feeling that she feared intimacy, that she wanted to find a reason to tell me that it was not possible for her to spend time with me socially. But then her expression changed.

“OK, I’m game. Let’s just keep this light, OK? I think you’re really attractive and you definitely have what I need in at least one key area. I don’t want to hurt your feelings Jakey.”

“Angie you’re not going to hurt my feelings. Let’s just spend some time getting to know each other. It will be enjoyable, I promise you that. I’m more than just a pretty face, you know.”

“How about Friday?” she said.

“How about 7:45 since I already made the reservations?”

“You are something else. Be here at 6 for cocktails.”

“You got it cutie!” I said as I gave her a nice hug and a kiss on the cheek. My hands stroked her hair and I kissed her again, this time on the lips. Her lips were full but had a firmness that was extremely erotic. We kissed deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, her tongue exchanging my advances. I was becoming aroused and my member was pushing against her tummy.

“If I don’t leave now we’re going to have a repeat of the other day”, I said, “and I gots to go.”

“No, no, no, Jakey don’t go now”, she begged.

“Friday my sweet. See you then”, I said as I kissed her again and moved toward the door. I could see bursa escort the desire building in her eyes as I left.

The anticipation of Friday at 6 was so sweet I could taste it. I also thought of tasting her pussy again. It was so delectable to me it was impossible to put it out of my mind. I imagined what the night would entail but it was nothing like what happened. My mind and hormones raged with fantasy images of the coming evening. I could hardly wait.

I went over to her house at 5:58 and knocked on the door. I bought another couple flowers to add to the vase. She answered the door with a smile, a very short light tan skirt and a tight fitting light green top that complimented her eyes.

“Hey Jakey! More flowers? You must be expecting to get lucky with me!” she said laughing. “Come on in.”

I had on a decent outfit, a pair of nice grey pants and a neatly pressed light blue shirt to take “my lady” out on the town.

“Oooh, that shirt makes your eyes look so pretty. I love it on you.”

“Thanks, kid”, I said. “You have anything in this house to drink?”

“How about a glass of wine? I have a red that I’m experimenting with right now.”

“Sure”, I said. “I’ve pre-ordered for both of us so red is the right choice.”

“Pre-ordered? How do you know what I like?”

“Trust me, you’re going to like what I’ve selected.”

“Are you some kind of closet noveau riche?” she asked with a smirk.

“You’ll like it, you’ll like it!” I said.

She poured a glass for each of us as we sat down on the living room sofa. She placed her glass on the table and sat next to me, but a few feet away. As she sat down it was clear that she wasn’t wearing more than the skirt. I instantly imagined a trip to the restaurant bathroom to unleash a packet of excitement.

“Do you like my skirt, baby?”

“Skirt’s nice” I said as I sipped on my glass of wine. My cock was now poking at my pants at full staff, but I wanted to put off my primal desires as long as possible. After all, reservations at this place weren’t easy to get.

“You look good enough to eat. I guess I’ll have to wait for that by the looks of it but I have a feeling we’re in for an interesting evening. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. I’m looking forward to it.”

A date. Yes, she was getting my signals. It was a date for sure, I thought, as my eyes darted toward her curly patch. As if I needed any more stimulation at this point. I tried to steer the subject elsewhere. “So what else have you done to this place since you’ve been here?”

Her short silence told the tale. It seemed as if this were the first time she had been asked the question.

“Well, let’s see. I fixed all the damage they did to the plaster over the years in almost all the downstairs rooms, and I ran new phone wires into some of the upstairs rooms. I fixed some stuff downstairs, too. Do you want to see?”

“Yeah, let’s check it out.” It was obvious she took pride in her work and was happy to share her experiences.

We refilled our glasses and made our way downstairs.

“This wall used to be, let’s just say this wall wasn’t here, and these outside walls leaked so I fixed them. I also repaired some minor stuff like the light fixtures and things like that.”

I was impressed with her ability and ambition. She had only been here about a year, so it was clear that she had spent a great deal of time working on her own to do all that work. I could tell she was proud to have done it on her own.

“Where did you learn to do all these things?” I asked.

“My Dad used to have a construction company. When I was a little girl I’d go with him to watch him work. By the time I was 12 I could do lots of stuff. He was so smart, so special. He could build a house from scratch. What I loved about him most was that he would take me everywhere. He always wanted his little Pumpkin with him. He called me his Little Pumpkin. He used to dance with me, too. I would stand on his feet and dance with him.”

I listened as she relived her memories. I could see her shine as she talked about those times. She continued.

“He’d lift me up in the truck, he’d hop in the other side and let me drive. I’d sit on his lap when I was really small, yeah I know that would get you arrested these days, but it was always in neighborhoods where we’d drive slowly, places like that. We’d put the radio on and sing together while we’d drive around. He was such a wonderful person.” She was now looking off into another time and another place, both far from this basement and this minute.

Fond memories have a way of awakening feelings that you don’t experience very often. They’re like an old bursa escort bayan friend that you owe a phone call or a visit; you don’t visit as often as you’d like but when you do, it’s as if you never parted. I felt privileged that she was allowing me to see this side of her. Suddenly, her expression changed.

“But that was a long time ago. Much has changed. It always does.”

“Hey, that’s what memories are for. We are the sum of our experiences, some say.”

“Sometimes I think I’m in a zero sum game” she said wryly. “Let’s get another glass of red before we go.”

We walked upstairs and refilled. We were standing in the kitchen when she pulled her hair behind her ears slowly.

“So what’s occupying your time when you’re not chasing old ladies?”

“I don’t chase old ladies. I choose to spend my time with interesting people. But to answer your question, I’m looking for a job. I’ve had a few offers but the environments that have presented themselves haven’t been to my liking. I feel like I’m interviewing them more than the converse. I simply can’t bring myself to work in a stiff, insincere environment. I just can’t do it.”

“Ah, yes. The restlessness of youth, the idealism and energy. What you have to understand, Jakey, is that it isn’t about what you do or where you work. You have to find your life’s work in whatever form that takes. Maybe you’re meant to be a brick layer or a painter or a ditch digger. Could you handle it if that were your destiny?”

Now we were getting somewhere.

“I could handle it. I welcome those options. It’s not exactly what everyone else had in mind for me.” I sipped my wine pensively.

“Everyone is always going to have their share of criticisms. That is a constant of the universe.”

I considered her response. I had grown up in a fairly wealthy family. They were already critical that I hadn’t garnered at least 3 job offers by graduation day like both my brothers had. I was keeping a lid on this relationship, too, until at the very least I figured out where it was going.

“Let’s have dinner” I offered. I hope you like it.”

We finished our wine and headed to the restaurant. It was a cozy little place that had 8 tables of 2.

“Oh, Jakey I can’t believe you are taking me here!”, she said as we pulled up. This was not an extremely expensive place, but it was well known as a romantic outing venue. It had the desired effect.

“I figured any woman that’s willing to do her own home improvement deserves this kind of place at least once in a while, Bobby Villa!” I laughed.

I had ordered Steak Dianne to be prepared tableside and the dinner was outstanding. The service was excellent but not overbearing. We had wonderful dinner conversation about politics, religion, and other topics where we learned we couldn’t be more different, but gracious enough to agree to disagree on many topics. She was a well-read, intelligent person that I felt had at times played the devil’s advocate just to elicit a response from me. In all truthfulness I was equally guilty of the same. In short and on balance, it was the most enjoyable dinner I’d ever had.

We made our way back to her house and settled in with another bottle of wine that I had brought with me. As we sat on the couch we sat close and held hands as we talked. I pulled her closer to me and let her lay across my lap.

“Are you happy?” she asked

“Yes I am. I appreciate my friends and those that are close to me, the people that I choose to share my life. I think that’s the definition of happiness, success, all things good. You’re at a Zen place where you are just plain comfortable with what transpires in your daily regimen. What else is there?”

“Nothing else but love. That has eluded me all my life.”

“I find it so hard to believe that. Who could not see you, experience you, and feel love? I know this is crazy to you but I have to tell you that you are a person that I could easily see myself…”

She got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I could see that she was upset by what I said. I guess I said the wrong thing.

“Don’t say any more, Jake. I have feelings for you and I and somehow I think I hate myself for it. I can’t be vulnerable. How could it be that in such a short time this can happen? Why you, why now?”

“Angie, let’s be clear about this. I do believe in love at first sight and what I feel for you just might be that. I don’t know for sure but it could be. I am not one to hold back my thoughts or feelings, so I am just being honest. That’s how I feel.”

I took her in my arms and held her tightly. I could feel her trembling, maybe it was my own nervousness, it’s hard escort bursa to tell. I looked into her face, smiled and kissed her tenderly. I barely caressed her lips with mine, truly feeling the warmth of her touch. We continued to kiss, more deeply and building in passion. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter and began to kiss her calves. I touched her legs gently as I allowed her to recline against the wall. Her blonde patch was clearly in view as I began my ascent toward her triangle. She responded by hiking up her skirt and gently spreading her thighs in anticipation of a repeat performance. I slowly kissed my way higher until my nose tickled her blonde curls and rested on her clit. She was wet and ready and I eagerly licked at her moist lips.

“Oh, that feels so good, baby”, she said. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop. You’re so good to me, sweetie.”

Her slick slit oozed excitement as I lapped up every delicious drop. I massaged her legs, then her shoulders as I continued my attention to her womanhood. I licked my index finger to ready it for its private trip into her tight rear passage. Knowing what was next she shivered with knowing. I continued to use my tongue on her clit and lips until she was ready for my finger. I placed it at her entrance and waited for her signal to continue its pace inside her.

“This is too good to be true. This is way too good to be true,” she said, eyes closed.

“Nothing is too good for you. You are a dream to me. Maybe a fantasy, but most certainly a dream.”

I slid my finger inside while my tongue and lips stimulated her more and more. I could see her getting ready to come as her breathing became more irregular and choppy. Grunts and sighs interrupted the pace of her breathing as well. I could feel the tightness of her rectum around my finger as I plunged it into and out of her ring. It wasn’t long before she began to approach orgasm.

“Baby, so good. So nice, oh, baby that feels so good.” Her hands were caressing my head as I paid close attention to her likes and dislikes of my oral work. “Baby! Oh, baby you’re going to make me come again! Oh, baby you make me feel so good! Baby, baby, baby, oooohhh, aaaaaaa” she yelled as her ring quivered and clasped my finger. I could taste her fluid as it rushed out of her vagina onto my tongue and into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. She smiled, dizzy with a light alcohol buzz and a great orgasm. Her vagina quivered for a minute or so as I lightly licked at her hair, carefully avoiding her sensitive clit.

“OK, big boy. Now I am going to show you how it’s done on you. I am going to suck your cock until your toes curl. Like mine just did!” she smiled devilishly.

We walked into the bedroom and disrobed. Her perfect tits again perched out, nipples erect as she stood in the light of the single table lamp. I lay back on the bed as she moved above me, my erection inches from her face. She smiled at me as she swooped down onto my thick shaft, taking most of it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She then maneuvered so that the remaining few inches disappeared with her next move. Her lips were against my abdomen, lost in the forest of my pubic hair. My cock was totally inside her mouth and partially down her throat. She moved up and down licking and sucking the head with every cycle. I could see she tasted and swallowed pre-cum that had collected on the head. Her eyes were closed and her brow strained as she once again allowed my cock to push into her throat. It wasn’t long before I was ready to unload.

“Angie, you make me feel so good. Oh, baby suck me, yeah so good, I’m going to come in your mouth.” Her speed and hand motions increased as I spoke these words, her soft, tiny hands fluttering over my thick shaft.

“Shoot it in my mouth” she muttered as she stared at my shaft. Her hand never stopped moving as she spoke. “I want a mouthful of come and I better get it. I want to eat your come. I want to feel it shooting down my throat.”

“Baby! Baby, I’m going to come!!!!” I said as I jetted out streams of come into her mouth. The first two spurts were totally down her throat, but she pulled back and jacked me into her open mouth for the last three or four blasts and quickly swallowed. She moaned as she lapped the last dribbles and trickles of sperm from my spasming tool.

We fell asleep. About two hours later, I awoke fully aroused. It was totally dark in the room as I nudged her. She was groggy but waking, too, as I spooned her and caressed her breasts, her back and kissed her neck and ears.

“Jakey I’ve never wanted to make love to anyone. You are making me consider the unthinkable.”

“When you’re ready, I am ready. This experience is great. I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“Hold me close, Jakey. Hold me close and act like you care about me.”

“I’m a rotten actor,” I said as I held her tight and fell into a blissful slumber.

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Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 08

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SUNDAY MORNING & AFTERNOON

Fresh out of the shower, I used a washcloth to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror, wondering if I could still make eye contact with my own reflection. What had transpired over roughly the last 36 hours had changed my life forever. And not just mine. There could be no going back. Could I live with myself? Could I continue doing what I had just done?

As I began to ponder this existential line of thought, I felt a pair of soft slender hands graze along my naked midsection from behind. One hand reached up along my still-wet chest; the other reached lower and gently circled its slender fingers around the shaft of my long, flaccid penis. I looked down and watched that little hand, and my penis began to thicken once again.

Could I live with myself? Yes.

Then I felt the girl press her moist naked body against me from behind. I caught her reflection as she peeked around, her hair still as wet as mine from the shower we’d just shared.

My 18-year-old daughter, Cait, smiled at my reflection, and I smiled back.

Could I continue doing what I had just done? Yes.

I also found myself pondering the profound declaration my new incestuous lover had made early this morning: I would love to share you with Mom…at the same time.

My cock thickened even more. Cait let go.

“Oh no,” she said, chuckling. “We just washed hours of sweat and cum off of ourselves, and my pussy is soooo sore right now.”

I turned to her, smiling. “Don’t worry, pumpkin. I definitely have to recharge my batteries again. I will let you recover.”

“But we still stay naked, right?”

“Of course!”

She giggled with delight, causing her pert round tits to bounce hypnotically. She gave me a quick but passionate kiss, then twirled on her heel and raced out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her wet hair as she moved. She called back over her shoulder, “Coffee in five minutes, breakfast in ten!”

In a remarkable repeat of the previous morning, Cait and I idled away in completely normal small talk as we munched on breakfast. Just dad and daughter: but nude. We went with lighter fare this time, some yogurt with granola mixed in, washed down with OJ and coffee. I noted that it was going to be a warm and sunny day, and Cait suggested we enjoy the pool.

I grinned at the suggestion. In recent months, through a combination of adding trees, hedges and repairing fences, our back yard was now well shielded from view by any of our neighbors. Unless someone walked right up to the fence and purposefully peeked through a narrow gap, there’d be no way to know that naked people were splashing around. I had originally intended this to be able to freely skinny-dip with my wife, Heather, in celebration of becoming new “empty nesters.” But now, amazingly, I was going to go skinny-dipping for the first time in the back yard with my cute young daughter.

I couldn’t wait!

As we finished breakfast and put food away, plates in the sink, poured more coffee, Cait asked, “So how in the world will we ever be able to bring Mom into this?” By “this,” Cait specifically pointed at my naked penis and then her smooth shaved vagina.

I swallowed, thinking, and said, “I really have no idea, but, to tell you the truth, I don’t know that we ever will be.” Cait gave me a disappointed look, and I stepped closer to her and put my hands on her shoulders. “Cait, we have to be realistic. The odds of you and me, father and daughter, connecting like this and being okay with it…they are almost infinitely remote.”

“And yet it happened!” Cait insisted.

“Yes, oh yes.” I smiled, proudly, allowing my eyes to wander to her large, pert, youthful breasts. When I was able to pull my gaze back up to her face, I said, “And I am very happy for that. But you realize, of course, that this is one of the most taboo things in society.”

Cait glanced down in thought, and it was her turn to stare at my nakedness. Her eyes were glued to my cock, which hung limply but still thickly between my legs.

I went on, “There’s also the fact that I am technically having an affair on your mom.”

Cait looked up at me. She seemed to sense that I still felt a good degree of guilt about what we were doing. She reached up and touched my cheek, saying, “And that’s what I don’t want. I don’t want Mom to think you’re cheating on her.” To reiterate, she repeated something she had said earlier: “I’m not just some random slut that you picked up at a bar.”

“Of course you’re not, my love,” I said, cupping my hand over hers. “But you are still another woman I am now sleeping with. Your mother would have to be okay with sharing me with another woman, and completely this time, not just a fun, one-night college fling.”

I had recently told Cait about the ‘two-and-half-some’ I had had, years ago, before Heather and I had gotten married but were steadily dating. As bursa escort a kinky sort-of pre-marital gift, Heather had offered to arrange a night where I could share a bed with two girls. The only catch was I couldn’t have actual intercourse with the other girl. Nevertheless, it had still been a highly erotic night, with me getting more than one blowjob from the other girl, and getting to have sex with Heather a few times, always with my cock being guided into my future wife by the other girl’s soft hands…

Snapping myself out of the erotic reflection, I said, “Convincing your mom to let me have sex with another woman is one thing. Then getting her to accept that the ‘other woman’ is you…”

I trailed off, seeing from her expression that she was getting the picture. She lowered her hand and turned from me, momentarily at a loss for how we could ever reconcile the situation. Despite the seriousness of our current discussion, I couldn’t help but look up and down the back of her naked body and admire it. Her ass cheeks were tight, round, and had the gravity-defying perkiness of youth. It also brought a smile to my face noting once again that she had the same adorable (and sensual) little dimples just above her ass, just as her mom had. With Heather, I had nicknamed those dimples my “thumb grips,” because whenever I did her doggie-style and gripped her hips while pounding away, my thumbs nestled just perfectly in those little skin-divots. Cait was much more petite than Heather, so I was sure her thumb grips would fit perfectly, too…

Cait was turning back to me, and I made an effort to meet her eyes. She said, “Okay, we know it’s a longshot. A really, really long, long, longshot. But it’s still possible.”

“Cait…”

“No, no, I understand,” she said, raising a hand. “The risk of blowing up this family is an absolute reality if Mom finds out and reacts negatively to our relationship. I totally get that. And I also realize we can’t just announce what we are doing as casually as discussing my grades or what I want for Christmas.” She grimaced and adopted a sarcastic tone: “Oh, by the way, Mom, Daddy and I are having sex now, and you can join us if you’d like, and can you please pass the bread rolls?”

We both laughed. It was good that we could laugh, but there was no denying the reality. Facing this reality, I suggested the most sensible course we should take: “It really would probably be best if we simply kept your mother out of this.” Well, okay, the most sensible thing would be to absolutely stop sleeping with my daughter, but I wasn’t ready to give that up. I was ready to have a full-on affair behind my wife’s back, with Cait.

She said, “I agree that that would be the safest thing to do, but…”

I looked at her. “But what?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I mean…look, as I said, we can’t just blurt out to Mom that we’re doing it with each other. But what if we started a very careful, very subtle—I don’t know what you’d call it—whisper campaign?”

I blinked. “Whisper campaign?”

“Yeah. We take our time, and we start slowly, gradually, providing subtle hints to Mom that the idea of you and me…becoming intimate…may not be the most horrific thing a father and daughter could do…in the right circumstances.”

I shook my head. “Those are the operative words: ‘in the right circumstances.’ In what alternate universe would your mother ever come to the decision that you and I could ever be lovers with her approval?”

“I don’t know,” Cait admitted. “I’m just thinking out loud.” She turned again and walked into the TV room. I followed. I found her glancing down at the couch, which still had noticeable semen stains. I made a mental note that we would have to do a bit of cleaning up around the house before Heather came home this evening.

That snapped me to a brief moment of reality: Heather, my wife, would be returning home this evening. We still had time, fortunately. I knew her flight wasn’t due to arrive back into town until around 7:00 PM this evening, and then it was a 45-minute drive from the airport. So Cait and I could enjoy another several hours of nakedness, and definitely more sex, before we had to go back to being just daddy and daughter.

“What if…” Cait was still thinking out loud. “What if I started occasionally dropping hints to Mom. Nothing too direct or obvious.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, she will assume that you and I have had The Talk, as she originally wanted you to have.” She looked at me. “And we did, actually.” I nodded, then grinned. Yes, we had had The Talk, but then we had done The Deed. She grinned back at me, no doubt thinking the same thing. She went on: “I can start having follow-up conversations with Mom, asking more about sex stuff, telling her I would also like to get a woman’s perspective.”

“That makes sense.”

“Perfect sense. And I could ask her direct questions about her sex life with you, suggesting bursa escort bayan that you were fine with talking to me about sex in general, but not so comfortable in providing specific details about you and Mom.”

“Go on.”

“Well, I’m not quite sure how to go on from there. It would depend on how Mom reacted, and of course her attitude toward the whole line of questioning. The more open she is about it, the more I could probe further, dropping more hints that I’m curious about you as a sexual being, not just my dad. You never know.”

“Hmm…still an infinite longshot.”

“I know, but Mom can be surprisingly direct and open-minded when she chooses.”

“True.”

“An example I was thinking of was from the book, My Secret Garden.”

“You read that?” I asked, quite surprised.

She blushed. “Yes.”

“And here I was thinking I was teaching you so much about the Birds and the Bees.”

“Well, let’s just say I already had my book smarts…” She sauntered her adorably naked body close to mine and put a hand on my chest, “…and you taught me street smarts.”

We both laughed again, but she got to her point: “In one of the collected interviews, a woman talked about, when she was a kid, how she had been asking her mom all sorts of questions about the physical differences between a man and a woman ‘down there.’ She kept asking questions about the penis, and her mom finally decided to let her see her father’s penis.”

“Really?!” I was going to have to read this book.

Cait nodded, “So the mom let the daughter go into the bathroom where her father was showering. He got out and gave his daughter a good look at it.”

“Wow, incredible.”

“What’s more remarkable about that is that, in the interview, the woman said that it wasn’t until much later that she realized that it was not just that she got to look at her dad’s penis, it was that he was completely erect!”

“Holy shit!” I was amazed. “Did she do anything with it? Did she touch it?”

Cait shrugged, causing her boobs to bounce. “No, I don’t think so. That was as specific as she got.” She turned and walked away again, heading toward the sliding glass door that let out to the patio and pool. I followed again, and as she walked, Cait said, “I still don’t know where I’m going with this, or how Mom would react, but I just like the idea of her eventually becoming open and accepting of the pure and loving situation that you and I are now in.”

Pure and loving. Indeed.

I caught up to her, turned her toward me and kissed her passionately. We made out for several minutes, and I felt my penis thickening again, pushing against the upper part of her flat stomach. Neither of us was quite ready for more sex just yet, but it was still so wonderfully sensual to kiss her and hug her without any clothes on.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. She had a somewhat dejected expression. I could tell it was now her turn to feel a degree of guilt. She was now accepting that she was “the other woman,” and until we figured out how, by some miracle, my wife would be open to this incestuous relationship, we would have to keep this very, very secret.

“Come on,” I said, hoping to cheer her up. “Last one in is a rotten egg?”

Before Cait could reply, I slid the door open, ran out and launched myself into the pool, splashing down in the form of a huge, naked cannonball. I surfaced and blinked the water from my eyes just in time to see Cait, also fully nude, in mid-air, splashing into the water just a couple of feet from me.

We splashed and played and fondled each other in the water, both of us fascinated from the novelty of being naked in the water together. Whenever I floated on my back Cait would ask to see my “periscope,” and whenever she made a move to dunk under the water from a wading position, I enjoyed seeing a quick “wink” from the bald vagina between her legs as her butt briefly surfaced.

Eventually we got out and relaxed on a couple of lounge chairs. It was getting quite warm, and neither of us had thought of sunscreen, let alone towels, and of course no clothes, so I maneuvered one of the big umbrellas to provide shade. Not wanting to get sucked back into the conundrum of how to get Heather’s acceptance of this new relationship, we bantered about other mundane topics, from school to movies to politics.

Despite being in the shade, it was getting kind of hot now as we approached midday, and Cait offered to go fetch us a couple of beers. I happily agreed and rested my head back on my arms, admiring the view of my daughter’s gorgeous body as she padded back into the house. She returned a couple moments later holding an ice-cold bottle of beer in each hand.

When she got near me she held each bottle against her breasts, essentially “censoring” her chest from me. “Which one would you like?” she said, teasingly.

I grinned. “Either one is fine with me, gorgeous escort bursa girl.”

Cait handed one of the bottles to me and lifted the other to take a swig from it. It was then that I noticed that, because she had been pressing the cold bottles against her nipples, they were now absolutely rock-hard. They looked so wonderfully edible in that moment, and I actually choked slightly on my beer.

“Wow, Daddy, you must really like your beer,” Cait mused. But she hadn’t said it because I choked, it was because I had become completely erect again. I glanced down at my hard cock, then back up at her, shrugging, my expression asking, What are you going to do about it?

Cait sat upright on the lounge next to me, squarely in front of my penis. She took another sip of beer, then leaned over and kissed the head of my dick, causing it to flinch. Cait giggled at this, then repeated her actions: swig of beer, kiss of penis, watch it flinch.

“It’s so funny how it does that,” she said.

I just smiled and drank my beer.

Cait took another sip of her own beer, then bent down as if to kiss my dick again. But instead of putting her lips on it, she said to it at point-blank range, “It’s too hot now. Let’s go back into the water.” With the word hot she had extended the H into a long, warm breath, which caused my dick to flinch yet again. Then she set down her beer, got up and went back to the pool.

Instead of jumping in like before she used the steps in the shallow end, very slowly, seductively swaying her hips back and forth with each step, just to the point where the water was about an inch below her naked pussy. While I watched she dipped just slightly, letting the water “kiss” her pussy, then she lifted again, letting the water drip off of it. Then down again, and up. The sultry look in her eye was intoxicating, far more than the single beer I was now quickly finishing.

I got up and walked toward her. As I stepped into the water I reached for her, but she backed away. Still sporting an intense erection, I approached her again, and still she stepped back, toying with me. I finally launched myself through the water and grabbed for my daughter. She playfully pretended to try and get away, but her attempts at escape included repeatedly grabbing my butt and cupping my balls. At the same time, I played with her breasts, squeezed her ass and ran my fingers across her pussy. Finally, we settled down from our squirming and embraced as lovers.

Cait and I began making out again, chest-deep in the water. She pressed her body firmly against me, and I had to adjust my stiff cock so that it didn’t poke directly into her midsection. Apparently thinking I needed more “adjustment,” I felt my daughter’s hand get a grip on it. As she did that she lifted herself easily, the water giving her a degree of weightlessness, and guided my cock so that it was now firmly between her thighs.

For the next several minutes, Cait rode my cock. I was not inside her, but because her tiny teenage frame was so practically weightless in the water, she was able to straddle my shaft, and she moved her hips back and forth, letting her pussy lips massage the top of my dick.

We went back to kissing, and kissing and kissing. I could kiss this girl forever. Her lips and tongue tasted better than the finest wine. Her skin, wet and slick in the water, was softer than the finest silk. I loved this girl so much, and I was dying to be inside her again. My body was aching to pour more of my sperm into her tight, unprotected pussy.

When I could resist no longer, I lifted Cait slightly, allowing the tip of my hard cock to poke more directly at her entrance. I pulled her onto me and felt myself pop the head just inside her. We both groaned, and Cait squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. I realized the poor girl was still quite sore from all the sex we had been having all weekend, and I hesitated. When I remained frozen like this for about a minute, Cait opened her eyes too look at me. I stared right back at her. She nodded.

“Take me, Daddy,” she said, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled her down further on me, back up again, then further down, each time getting deeper, deeper, inch by inch, until I could feel the head of my cock squishing against my tiny lover’s cervix.

“Oh God,” we both said, simultaneously.

With Cait now thoroughly impaled on my cock, I held her still again, just for another moment, letting her body adjust. Letting her pussy build up the natural lubricants to help receive my girth. She would need to produce plenty, and I would certainly produce a lot of pre-cum, because the water would wash much of it away. I felt her pussy clench and relax, clench and relax. She was ready.

I began pulling Cait tighter against me as I stood there in the water, thrusting up with my hips. I started slowly at first, still allowing my daughter time to get used to me, but I was soon speeding up my thrusting, as well as pushing hard and harder into her. For her part Cait clutched me tightly, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waste, and she allowed me to use her as an instrument of pure sexuality.

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At the Beach

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Everybody is aware that summers in the UK are unpredictable. If the weatherman tells you to get your barbeque out, because it’s going to be the hottest day on record, you can bet your life that it’s your umbrella you’ll be getting out. So, when I woke one Friday morning to a glorious sunny day, I phoned in sick and packed my bag for the beach.

I live on the coast and have the choice of three beaches, but one of them is always quiet because it’s small and littered with rocks. I don’t get to lie on the beach as much as I’d like but when I do this is the one I always choose.

I walked across the soft sand listening to the waves as I made my way to my chosen spot. It was hidden between some rocks, but it had a clear view of the sea.

The temperature was staring to soar, and I welcomed the heat as I looked out at the blue water. I spread my towel out on the sand and applied sun tan lotion to my milky white skin. I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled, if only we had more days like this I thought.

I sat down on my towel and quickly scanned the beach for anyone that may have escaped my view as I walked to my private spot. Confident that nobody would see me, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my bikini top. I often sunbathed topless on holiday, but never at my local beach.

I had to fight off the urge to touch myself as I applied lotion to my bare breasts. My nipples stiffened as I gently rubbed the thick white cream into my soft skin. Eventually the urge passed and I led down on my towel, feeling the hot sun as it warmed my near naked body.

It only felt like minutes, but it could have been hours that I had been laying there before a shadow crossed my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw a tall figure standing just a few feet away.

The sun restricted my eyesight as I tried to get a better look at who was invading my private space. I raised myself up onto one elbow and my eyes adjusted to the bright light of the sun. I had forgotten that I was topless until I felt the heavy weight of my breasts swinging against my arm.

Standing in front of me was a young looking lad. He couldn’t have been older than eighteen or nineteen. He had a wetsuit on but it was rolled down to his waist. Despite looking young he looked toned and well defined without an ounce of fat on his body.

His eyes were fixed firmly on my breasts, as they hung there in all their glory. My nipples hardened like bullets and pointed directly at him.

I watched him gulp before he looked down at his feet shifting in the sand. He was definitely a boy rather than a man, but his body was delicious. As I sat up admiring his gorgeous physique, I noticed the growing bulge in his wetsuit.

“Where have you just sprung from?” I asked.

He nodded shyly, still keeping his head down. “I was snorkelling in the sea … with my father.”

“Is that your father?” I asked, nodding towards a man standing up in the water.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Cool, so what’s your name?” I asked. “I’m Sophie by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” he stammered. “I’m Steven.”

I don’t know where my courage came from, but the urge I had from massaging my breasts was back with a vengeance. There was a time when I would have put on my clothes and ran away as fast I could, but his cute shyness and growing erection was keeping me there.

“Do you smoke?” I asked, taking my cigarettes and lighter from my bag.

“Yeah, I do but…,” he answered, before looking over his shoulder towards his father. “But my father doesn’t know.”

“You’re old enough to smoke aren’t you?” I asked, patting the towel beside me.

He stepped closer, leaned towards me, and took a cigarette from the packet. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but you don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

“No bursa escort I’m not,” he chuckled. “My father is from here originally, but my parents moved up north. We are just visiting my grandparents.”

Once he had lit his cigarette I took my lighter from him, keeping my eyes on his, and lit my own cigarette. His eyes were fixed on me as I sucked hard on the cork filter.

“My father said there would be some great snorkelling down here,” he stammered. “But I can’t believe how quiet it is.”

“That depends on what you’re looking for.” I said, leaning back on my elbows and opening my legs slightly. “Sometimes it’s better when it’s quiet, nobody around to disturb you.”

“Yeah, I can see why that would be good.” He smiled.

“Sit down for a moment,” I said, watching him. I could see how nervous he was, but the bulge in his wetsuit was egging me on. “You don’t mind me being topless like this?” I asked. “I can put my bikini on if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

He quickly shook his head, like a little boy would at bed time, then, like a man sensing an opportunity, sat down beside me.

As hard as he tried, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. His lustful gaze forced a couple of uncontrollable twitches from deep inside my pussy.

I was eager to look down at my breasts and see what he was seeing. But I didn’t dare, I didn’t want to scare him off with embarrassment. Instead, I tried to make conversation while I felt my nipples hardening under his watchful eyes.

“So, how long are you here for?” I asked.

“Just a week,” he answered. “What about you?”

“Oh, I live not too far from here, but I phoned in sick, got to make the most of it.” I giggled.

As we both laughed I noticed him staring deeper at my breasts, I was aware that my laughter had caused my breasts to bounce about.

My nipples were now so hard and sensitive, that they ached for him to touch them, play with them, and suck them into his mouth. My pussy was so wet, and it to ached for his touch, and the bulge inside his wetsuit.

I tilted forwards onto my knees, pausing for a moment as he stared closer at my breasts. I hoped he could smell the sweet coconut lotion that was soaked into my skin. I then picked up one of his hands and placed it firmly onto one of my swollen breasts.

“Bloody hell!” he gasped, as his fingers closed around the soft flesh of my breast. Both of us began to breathe faster as he brought his other hand up, and tightly held both mounds together.

I couldn’t have wished for a more erotic moment. I had sand, sea, sunshine and an inexperienced young man in my claws. But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm.

Soft groans turned to whimpers as he dug his fingers into my breasts. I leaned back on my hands, thrusting my breasts closer towards him. He knelt up and pushed his face into my heaving cleavage, sending new sensations through my body, while my pussy eagerly twitched.

He nuzzled his face in between my breasts, squashing them into his face with his hands. Then I pushed him backwards and cupped my own breasts.

His facial expression was one of total inexperience, but with the eagerness to learn. He had obviously had some experience with girls, but not a woman like me. I knew what I wanted, and I was determined to get it.

I spread my knees a little to balance myself in front of him and, with my back arched to emphasise my bust, offered him a nipple to suck on. My knees wobbled as his tongue nervously flicked across my nipple. I clutched his shoulders, trying to keep my balance while he teased my ever hardening nipple with his soft lips. I smiled as he moaned his tongue licking round my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Waves of pleasure started to run through my body, from bursa escort bayan my nipple to my brain, and then down to my empty, waiting cunt.

He grabbed my other breast, lifted it to his mouth, and sucked the burning hot teat into his mouth. He was now spoiled for choice, turning his head from one breast to the other, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth, as if trying to decide which one tasted the best.

I loved the feeling of power I had over this lad as he stimulated my nipples to near breaking point. I pushed myself roughly against him, searching for more pleasure from his sucking, biting and groping.

With his head still firmly suffocated between my breasts, I pulled on his legs until he kicked them out straight. Slowly, so he was still able to suck on my nipples, I parted my legs further and lifted my knees so I could straddle him.

Keeping my breasts squashed against his face, I began to roll his wetsuit down his body. I was impressed by his multi-tasking skills as he raised his hips, helping me remove the wetsuit, and sucked harder on my nipple.

At last I managed to pull down his wetsuit and free his cock. Licking my lips like a true wanton slut, I reached down and took his beautiful cock into my hand. He shuddered as my fingers curled tightly around his cock.

“Just relax now, and enjoy yourself.” I whispered.

He reluctantly let go of my breasts and put his hands into the sand behind him, supporting his weight as my breasts hung in front of his face. He smiled at them as the gently breeze chilled his wet saliva around my nipples.

I placed my hand on his chest and gently pushed him back as I slithered down his body towards his cock. He fell back flat and gently grabbed my hair. I had to admit that I was impressed when my head reached his cock. It stood hard and rigid while the tip emerged from his soft foreskin.

I wanted to admire it for a few moments, but I couldn’t wait any longer with his cock throbbing inches from my mouth in anticipation. So, I opened my mouth and sucked him all in until the tip reached the back of my throat. He grunted like an animal as I gently nibbled and slowly licked up and down his sweet length.

As I sucked, I started to slowly rub up and down my pussy. The pleasure was so intense that I had to force myself to slow down. I was desperate to cum, and I knew my soaking wet pussy was leaking juice onto his legs.

Then I gave his cock one last suck as I slowly pulled my mouth up his length, running my tongue along the underside of his twitching pole.

I climbed back up his body and tilted myself over him, teasing him with my dangling breasts. He smiled as he watched me raise myself up slightly and grab his cock. Calmly, I managed to guide the tip of his cock to my soaking wet hole and hold it there. I waited and watched as his eyes grew wide in desperation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whimpered.

I smiled and lowered myself, so only the tip of his cock slid past my quivering lips to enter my pussy. I tried to hold on and prolong the suspense, but the tension was too much. I gasped and bit my lip as each inch slowly filled me to the hilt. He too gave out a loud groan as I let his entire length slide up inside me.

I paused to let the insides of my pussy stretch around his cock, contracting to accommodate his size. He grabbed my hips and held me tight, and I gave him a delightful sigh of satisfaction before bending over to offer him my breasts.

Suddenly, his face froze. I frowned, thinking he was having last minute nerves, but then I quickly discovered something worse.

“Now this does look like fun,” a stranger’s voice chuckled.

I kept my eyes on Steven, cursing in my mind at how embarrassing this looked. I watched his face as he looked behind me and escort bursa shook his head furiously. I wanted to look behind me but something was keeping me from showing my embarrassment. Then, I heard the unzipping sound of another wetsuit, and a filthy grin appeared across Stevens face.

“Your turn to relax, and have some pleasure.” He smiled, reaching up and grabbing my breasts.

He pulled me forwards and pushed his head in between my breasts again, and my arse was raised up in the air.

I couldn’t be certain, but I guessed our intruder was his father. I tried to climb off him in protest, but my movements caused his cock to slide up and down inside me, firing me up once more.

I lost all my inhibitions as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. My pussy muscles tightened around his hardening cock as he started to buck his hips. Each thrust went a little bit deeper into my womb and stretched me to new sensations.

“You caught a fine one here, son,” the voice said. “Mind if I join you?”

Steven pulled me down harder on top of him and rammed his cock right up inside me. Suddenly, I felt my arse cheeks being pulled apart and another person pressing up against my back.

“Do you want me to join in?” the voice whispered, into my ear.

I couldn’t answer as the cock thrusting inside my pussy was forcing me to groan and grunt. Different sensations were pulling my mind this way and that way, controlled by the burning feeling inside my pussy.

“Tell me slut,” the voice hissed. “Tell me you want me to join in.”

“Yes … Oh …”

“Come on you filthy slut, you can say it. I know you want to.”

His words drove through me like the cock that was battering my pussy.

“Yes, I want it … Oh; fuck … Yes fuck me …

“

I felt myself being yanked backwards by his father, who quickly slid his own cock up between my arse cheeks. I had never anal before, but the sensations I was experiencing were pure ecstasy, and he hadn’t even started yet.

Whilst threshing around, the guys must have signalled something to each other as they suddenly grabbed me and held me still. That action alone almost had me exploding as my body stopped I could feel every tingling sensation inside my body.

Steven stopped fucking me, but he continued to work on my breasts and particular my nipples. Then I felt his father bring his stiff cock towards my puckered hole. I noticed it felt cold and wet, probably from whatever he used for lubricant. Then my body tensed as he slowly pushed his cock against the tight hole. I winced in pain as I felt my intruder push in slightly.

My body naturally tried to force him out at first, but then it quickly accepted defeat as I felt the hole slacken to allow him entry.

As he eased into me inch by inch, I suddenly realised that I had two rock solid cocks wedged inside me, and it felt good.

Then the cock inside my arse began to rock back and forth, and I let the rocking move my body. I started to relax, falling forwards onto Steven and his stiff cock, then backwards onto his father, who was deep inside my arse.

The feeling was so intense. I felt, pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, who ever said double penetration was degrading?

As I tried to move off one the other went deeper, and an incredible climax was building. I could also sense that the guys were close to letting go to as they started shouting and ramming their cocks in harder. I was literally a rag doll being, pulled, smacked, pummelled and thrown about until they had cum.

Steven couldn’t take any more as he buried his head between my breasts and grunted loudly. I felt the tip of his cock swell up inside my womb, quickly followed by a torrent of spunk blasting deep inside me. Jet after jet of hot cum was met by my own powerful climax before I felt the cock in my arse begin to twitch, and deliver its load.

I toppled sideways off Steven as his father withdrew from my arse; I fell onto the towel with hot cum leaking from both holes.

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Feeling my Karma

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Feeling my Karma with Jason,

I shall be frank, when I am sucking Jason I feel perfect Karma. I just adore the taste of him and can never resist another fuck of that gorgeous tight ass looking so good in those tight blue brush jeans, when he bends over the arm of the settee he perches it just right for my scrutiny and he knows also to expect a few sharp smacks of my open hand firmly slap each cheek.

Then the enchanting way he moves that ass to and fro as I soundly spank it, he so enjoys that and pleads for me to master him.

I order him to drop his jeans and contently watch him wiggle out of them, gradually revealing that so wonderful show of his underwear I adore so much. There is nobody I know looks do good in black and red boxer shorts and I can never resist touching him up through them, ordering him to stand there and open his legs so I can kneel and ruffle up to feel that gorgeous growing mound against my nostrils, sniffing the scent of pure unadulterated cock I love so much, longing to taste it inside my mouth as I edge my fingers up and inside his leg beneath his boxers to get that first feel of quality cock and balls. MMM! I can tell you it is heavenly and I enjoy Jason so very much, he likes me to command and take him at my will and when I strip him, to examine that freshly spanked red glowing ass I want to slap it all over again, this time bending him across my knee as he yelps with every contact, watching those ripe cheeks wobble like jelly as I slap.

Then when he whimpers I get the message to stop and then for the real enjoyment of ass hole balls and cock I love to feel and play with following spanking.

He whimpers again and I suggest he moves to my bed, takes the position bursa escort of crouching on all fours so I can thoroughly examine and feel him. It is lovely , his gorgeous round young ass up and ready for a stiff fucking. Nut before that I just want to spend time tasting and sucking every sinew of him down under, enjoying the pungent taste and smell of freshly stretched cock as I lick its head and p-hole until he is crying to be jerked off.

But I wont let him have that yet, I need to enjoy a lots more sucking and tasting before he cums all over me. I need to smother him with my soiled briefs I have just removed, watching his expression as I tie them around the base of his cock with the g-sting I had underneath, to hold him back until am ready for him to shoot and spurt all his hot cream over my face.

“You are bloody lovely, Jason” I whisper to him, stroking his cheeks then stretching them apart to sample that lovely brown hole with the tip of my tongue. Rolling it around and around as I hear him sort of purr, then licking it a bit more between inserting my tongue feeling the absolute ecstasy of the feel of him there. When I am away like that, and only Jason does that to me, I could do anything for Jason, for whatever he did, his body fluids and all, I could not feel any resentment or distaste, that is how I felt for him and just how much he turned me on, That lovely gorgeous pink ass just waiting to be fucked, and fucked by me which made me feel so very warm and belonging.

“I love what you do to me, Pete and long for you fuck into me.”

Jason was certainly a great fuck and no mistake, when I made it with him I wanted to do all at once, but for now I was so enjoying just rubbing his all bursa escort bayan up with my mouth and face, he put his hand down and squeezed his cock, sort of hinting for me to do the same, and I did and it felt so good and so flexible in my clenched hand – and his balls p they were out of this world as I ordered him now to lay down on his back and open wide so I could enjoy lots more sucking and tasting, seeing how wonderful and good he looked, all ass and cock for me, that’s what he said he wanted, to be quality ass for me, and he was that.

“It needs a little more light spanking methinks, Jason” I said and he obligingly perched his ass out for me as I squeezed and massaged it prior to spanking.

“I will try the back of your clothes brush this time, aright Jase?” I asked.

He looked at me, that certain expression that told me he knew it would sting, but the pleasure of the aftermath, when I would give it a thorough massage with coconut oil would make it feel all wonderfully numb and soothed. It was a new experience slapping him firmly with that brush back, the sound was thrilling combined with his yelps every time I came down on him. I enjoyed it this time with him still slaying on his back, legs stretched up and out and leaning back, exposing his all. I watched his as get redder and redder, I didn’t want to scar him, so I stopped, poured some coconut t oil into the palm of my right hand and gave it a thoroughly deep massage, making sure I massaged between his thighs too, over his firm young balls and hearing his cock squelch as I did so, wonderful!.

All that achieved I felt this overwhelming urge to go down and suck that ass hole again, to taste that unique scent of Jason I loved so escort bursa much.

Now he was moving his hips telling me his ass was stinging but feeling so wonderful and that he so wanted to feel the stiffness of my fuck inside him.

But I was not finished with what I was doing, I knew I was teasing and tantalising him, my cock was throbbing too but first things first, I just had to get the smell of him over my face so I released the tie form his palpitating cock and took the now blue hardness deep into my throat as I hear him yell with delight as I really went to it and gave it my all, wanking with my hand and sucking with my mouth taking full penetration as I felt his knob entering my throat.

It was one of those things you have always wanted to do and so good and comforting you are doing it without inhibition or reservation and you were doing it with a guy like Jason.

I heard that certain throat noise as I knew he was revving up to eject his load, and when it happened I had just been licking his p-hole for all was worth and to feel the spurt of hot white spunk gulch into my mouth, over my face, everywhere was fantastic.

Now he would really get my fuck, he’d get it full and stiff deeply penetrating him so he could feel its strong throb take him completely

My face covered in his cock cream I made him lick it off else he wouldn’t get my fuck and we picked and tasted together, then I felt complete – it was so imitate and thrusting into Jason’s ready hole made it the perfect ending, his fuck as always was like and explosion of the worlds largest volcano as I thrust and thrust my hard stiff cock deep up inside his ass making him yell and cry out for more and more fucking.

And afterwards, when it was all done for another day anyway, we showered together and it was so wonderful. I felt we belonged to each other in every way and that deep penetration deep French kiss in the shower sort of confirmed it.

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At The Mall

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I’m the manager of the leather goods store at my local mall, and I’ve got a story to tell you about what happened there this last holiday season. Surprisingly enough, they closed the whole mall down, supposedly giving the shop workers a day with their families.

Even so, I still had to go in and do She stops in at work after hours. a few things I wasn’t able to finish the night before. Fortunately, I have a key to the back door of my store, so I got in. My boyfriend came along, since his family had done all their holiday stuff on Christmas Eve.

So there I was, doing my manager stuff, while Paul looked around the store. He’d been in before, so he knew the stuff he liked. Stepping straight to the racks of leather jackets, he grabbed one he liked and put it on, then he went to a display of leather caps and found one his size. Standing in front of the mirror, in his tight blue jeans, in a leather jacket and cap, he looked like something out of one of those old biker movies. He looked fabulous. I felt myself getting wet at the sight.

Next he asked if he could try on a pair of leather pants. As if he really had to ask! I told him to go right ahead, and when he started toward the fitting rooms, I told him not to bother, we were the only ones there. A smile spread across his face, and he unzipped his jeans quickly. I get a feeling that almost every guy has a secret fantasy about stripping down in the middle of the mall, or something. Anyway, Paul’s jeans were in a heap on the floor in a flash, and he was soon strutting around in a pair of tight black leather pants.

I thought I’d cum right then and there! Here was the hottest man alive, only about six feet away. Suddenly, I got an idea, and told Paul to close his eyes and wait for me. When I was convinced he wasn’t peeking, I dashed to a few racks, then ran to the fitting rooms.

After a few minutes, I told Paul he could open his eyes again. When he finally found me, his jaw nearly hit the floor and his cock nearly burst the seams of those leather pants he had on. I was wearing a leather halter top over my 32C’s, a tight leather miniskirt, (under that, I was wearing leather thong panties, only he didn’t know that, yet), and a pair of high boots. I asked him, “What’s the matter, don’t you like it?” and all I got in response was an incoherent mumble.

I slowly started walking toward him, making sure I swung my hips with each step, so I could emphasize the shortness of the miniskirt. When bursa escort I reached Paul, I pressed my body against his, my leather clad breasts flattening against the hard leather of his jacket. Slowly, I reached down and ran my hand over the big lump in his pants. Paul moaned and pressed himself harder into my hand, then snaked a hand around my waist then up under the short skirt I was wearing. When he found my bare ass with just a thin strip running up my crack, he moaned again and lifted me onto the checkout counter.

Kneeling down, he pushed the miniskirt up and pulled aside the crotch of the leather panties I wore. I swear, he must have been nearly asphyxiated by the smell of pussy, but he didn’t miss a beat as he lowered his head and lapped up a big dollop of cream that oozed out of my sopping cunt. He had me going harder than ever within a few minutes, and I moaned into his ear that I needed his hard prick inside my pussy, immediately.

Reluctantly, Paul straightened, and with a sigh of relief, released his throbbing cock from the tight leather pants. I reached out, grabbed his thick member and guided the huge purple head to the entrance to my leaking pussy. Reaching around and grabbing his ass cheeks, I pulled him in to me, burying the full length of his nine-incher in my suctioning cunt in a single stroke.

We both let out a yell as my cunt stretched around his enormous fuckstick, and when the intensity eased a bit, Paul started to thrust. Each time Paul pushed his big cock into me, I let out a little grunt, and after a little bit, he had me cumming, hard. I tried to bite back the scream that welled up out of my throat, but finally, the pressure was too intense, the orgasm too mind-blowing, and I opened up and let go.

“Is somebody in there? Tonia, is that you?” This came from the gate at the front of the store as I was coming down off of my blinding orgasm. Paul panicked, and, pants down around his knees, hopped to the back of the store and hid.

Fortunately, I recognized the voice, or I’d have been just as terrified as Paul. I straightened a little, smoothed down the miniskirt, and turned toward the voice. “Hi, Rita. Yeah, it’s me. Just stopped in to finish some shit I didn’t get done last night.”

Rita smirked, “Yeah, I can see. I’ll bet your district would be proud as hell to see just how dedicated you are.”

Rita is on cleanup crew at the mall, and although it isn’t the most glamorous job in the world, she is a bursa escort bayan really great person, with a pretty face, long wavy brunette hair, and a trim body that I’ve noticed more than one guy turn and admire as he was walking by.

“Yeah, right,” I said, knowing she’d seen us. “Working over the holidays can be hell.”

“Looked like a lot of fun. Wish I could be ‘working’ like that Sure would make the day go faster.”

“Well, hey, I’m sure that Paul wouldn’t mind.” I called Paul from the back, where he peeked around the corner, and seeing that there was no swat team, came back out.

“Paul, meet Rita, a friend of mine.” I could see that he liked Rita from the start, from the gleam in his eyes, and I noticed Rita looking him up and down, as well.

Opening the gate so that Rita could get into the store with us, I led us all into the back room, where there is a big table that we use to sort stuff and also to have breaks at. It wasn’t exactly as comfortable as a king-size bed, but it would have to do.

Paul and I converged on Rita, running our hands over her body before starting to remove her clothes. After not too long, her uniform was in a puddle on the floor, and her gorgeous body was revealed to us. I wanted to make love to her right away, but Rita had other ideas. She knelt in front of Paul and with a dexterity which amazed me, had his cock out of his pants before I could protest. She proved to me that she was every bit the cocksucker she had admitted to me a couple of times we’d talked and the subject turned to sex.

With a groan, Paul released a load of cum onto Rita, which splashed on her face and over her tits. She seemed to revel in the feel of his cum on her skin, and not wanting to be left out of the party, I knelt down next to her and started to lick the semen off her body. When I’d cleaned the last of Paul’s jizz off Rita’s body, I started to suck on first one nipple, then the other, while Rita closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation.

For a minute, I forgot about Paul, but was reminded when I felt his cock probing the entrance to my pussy. I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing, but wiggled my butt a little to encourage him to continue. Shortly, he was back inside me, pumping away, while Rita freed my boobs from the halter top and cupped them in her hands. Rita kneaded my tits a little, then bent down to take the nipples between her lips. This is something I always love, being filled at one escort bursa end while being pleasured at the other as well.

After far too short a time, it seemed to me, Rita crawled under me and started to lick my cunt and Paul’s balls. Well, this was obviously too much for Paul to stand, and within seconds, he was shooting his second load deep inside my spasming pussy. When Paul finally pulled out, Rita licked the juices from his cock before clamping her mouth over my cunt and sucking out everything Paul had just shot into me.

After two great cum shots in a very short time, Paul needed to sit back and take a breather while his dick revived. I didn’t mind, because after Rita had cleaned out my soggy cunt, she moved a little and took my quivering clit between her lips. Well, since her clit was mere inches from my own face, I sucked her love button into my mouth and nibbled it gently, causing her to moan and suck my clit even harder.

Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take Paul too long to recover, because after only a quick orgasm by both Rita and myself, he was pulling us apart so he could sink his nine-inches into Rita’s butt. I’ve never tried anal, but Rita seemed to be having the time of her life, and while Paul plowed her ass, I returned to sucking her engorged clit. After a while, Rita shuddered and moaned with an orgasm, and then I decided. I lay back and raised my knees to my chest and shouted, “In my ass, Paul, now!”

Paul didn’t argue, merely shuffled over to me and pressed the head of his cock against the little pucker of my asshole. At first, I tensed up, and he couldn’t get it in, but Rita started whispering to me how good it would feel, and eventually, I relaxed, evidenced by the fact that, little by little, Paul slid into my butt.

It was an unusual, new, but highly pleasurable feeling, and I felt myself relaxing more and more all the time. Finally, Paul couldn’t hold back anymore, and he pulled out and splashed Rita and me with white jism. Rita and I pulled each other close, feeling the slippery, sticky semen rubbing between our bodies.

Well, Rita had to get back to work. I don’t know what she was doing at work, but she was. She pulled her uniform back on, not wiping off the cum we had just rubbed all over each other, saying the reminder would keep her going the rest of the day. Paul and I had to buy the stuff we’d tried on, since most of it was so rumpled, I could never have sold it, but we didn’t care. After what had just happened, we both considered getting Rita an outfit something like mine to remember the occasion by, maybe even present it as a gift that evening at the holiday party Paul and I decided to throw for just the three of us.

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Secondary Education

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a sequel to “Misadventures of Babysitting.” It starts right where the first story ended, and this story is told by Val’s point-of-view, as she joins the fun.

All of the individuals in this story are 18 years old or older.

ooOoo

I don’t mind my job at the reception desk of the resort hotel, but when my supervisor floated the idea that I might be able to leave early, due to the low number of occupied rooms, I jumped at the chance. I was pulling up in front of our small house before midnight.

As I climb out of my car I see the lights are on in the living room — apparently Lynn made it home from her babysitting job. I also see an unfamiliar car across the street, parked a few houses down. I don’t normally notice things like that — especially in the dark — but we have limited parking on our street and I get a little annoyed when visitors’ cars take up space. I send a glare at the non-descript compact car before going up to my front door.

I dig in my purse for my keys, but I don’t even need to put them in the lock. As soon as I place my hand on the doorknob it spins freely in my grasp. My annoyance grows. I open the door, ready to read Lynn the riot act, but the living room is empty.

Figuring she’s either in her room or the bathroom, I call out. “Damn it Lynn, you left the door unlocked! And whose car is that across the street?”

There’s a pause, then I hear her voice come from her bedroom. “Val? Come into my room, I’ll explain everything.”

I grin to myself. Rick. He probably got a new car, or borrowed a buddy’s. Well, good for her. I toss my purse onto the counter, then amble to Lynn’s room. The door is partially open and the light is on. I push the door open all the way, and the thick, musky smell hits me immediately.

Sweat. Semen. Sex.

The first thing I notice is Lynn, lying nude on top of man. All I can really see is her backside, but she’s not wearing anything, not even socks. The second thing I notice is that the man she is lying on top of is not Rick.

It’s fucking Mr. Finney.

I can’t help it, I stare. My hand is still resting on the door, and I am staring at my naked roommate lying on top of an equally naked Mr. Finney.

Maybe two weeks ago I had stopped by Lynn’s mom’s house. I’d needed a zipper fixed on a dress, and Lynn’s mom is a seamstress. When I came over to pick up the dress, Mr. Finney had been mowing the lawn at his tenant’s place a few houses down.

Mowing with his shirt off.

Mrs. Caslin had been showing off her impeccable repair work on my dress when she’d realized I wasn’t watching, and was instead gazing out the kitchen window. She’d leaned over to see what I was looking at, and then had chuckled knowingly. “Ah. Joe Finney. He’s quite a dish, isn’t he?” Then she’d sighed, “If only I was fifteen years younger. . . “

I’d turned in confusion. “But he’s not that much younger than you, is he?” Lynn’s mom had been pretty young when Lynn was born, and she wasn’t quite forty yet.

“Oh, no, I’m only about five years older than him. But he’s got a type. He likes younger women.”

As I stare at naked Lynn and dishy Mr. Finney, the phrase “younger women” echoes in my head.

No shit.

Lynn has rolled over to look back at me. Her breasts, now exposed, are shiny with sweat. Or something else. I try to not let the large mounds distract me, and instead focus on Lynn’s face.

“Val. You know Joe.”

“Joe” gives me a mock salute. “Valerie Bridges. It’s been a while.”

I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a squeak. For when Lynn rolled over, she rolled mostly off of Mr. Finney, and I can now see . . . all of him.

I’d seen his naked torso when he was mowing the lawn. I could only imagine what the rest of him looked like. I don’t have to imagine anymore. His cock is sagging, obviously at the tail end of an erection, but it is still plump and long bursa escort enough to admire. It is also still wet with cum, and I suddenly realize I must have come in right after they’d done the deed. Like within five minutes.

“Lynn.” My voice sounds weird, and I clear my throat, starting again. “Lynn, I have to talk to you.”

Lynn shrugs, sitting up. She rises off the bed and reaches for a sheet; Mr. Finney, lying on top of the sheets, grins wickedly at her and attempts to pull the sheets out of her reach. I watch with a kind of disbelief at the easy playfulness.

Lynn finally wrestles a sheet out from under Mr. Finney, and wraps it around herself. She pads to the doorway, and just as we turn to leave the room Mr. Finney calls, “Hurry back, girls.”

What the fuck?

I pull Lynn into the living room, and am about to sit on the couch when my eyes touch on the clothes scattered on the floor. Lynn’s shirt and bra. A shirt that had to be Mr. Finney’s. I reach down and pick up his shirt, then hold it out to Lynn, incredulous.

“What the hell happened here?”

Lynn sits down on the couch, looking up at me. “Oh come on, Val, don’t play dumb. You were the one who told me to wear the black lace bra.”

“As a joke! I didn’t — how would I think — my God, Lynn!” I sit down as well, fairly dropping onto the couch. “What happened? How did it happen?”

She shakes her head with a small smile. “I don’t know. Everything was normal, until he drove me home. He made a pass at me in the car, but I didn’t do anything. So he just dropped me off.” Her smile widens. “But I guess he thought he’d try again, because he was back in five minutes, came knocking on the door. Said his car broke down, and his cell phone had died, and could he use mine.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t think it was really your cell phone he was looking to use.”

Lynn laughs, and I can tell from her flushed face and heady smile that she is smitten.

And part of me doesn’t blame her. I hadn’t had Mr. Finney for history, but he had also monitored a study hall, and sometimes had gotten a detention detail. That was where I had come across him in middle school — more the detention side of it than the study hall. And I, like the majority of his female students, had been wholly aware of his boyish good looks and arresting smile.

I wasn’t blind.

“I hope you used a condom,” I tell Lynn.

Her face flushes more, and this time I can tell it’s from embarrassment. “I don’t have any in my room.”

“I do! You know where I keep them!”

“There wasn’t time. . .”

I shake my head in exasperation. “I thought I taught you better than that,” I mutter.

“Oh, screw you, Val.” Lynn stands up, and looks down at me in irritation. “It’s Mr. Finney! It’s not like he’s some guy I picked up in a bar. He’s a teacher for Christ’s sake!”

“Yeah, a teacher with a wandering dick!” When Lynn scoffs, I persist. “He’s married, and he’s here fucking you — how do you know you’re the only one, other than his wife? How do you know he doesn’t do this all the time?”

A voice speaks from the far end of the room. “I don’t. I don’t even do it with my wife.” Mr. Finney is standing at the entrance to Lynn’s room, clad in somewhat wrinkled boxers. “She’s frozen me out. She’s too busy with Lyle Parker.”

I gape at him in spite of myself. “The vice principal? Your wife is having an affair with the vice principal?”

He smiles sadly, then looks at Lynn. “Why do you think she sent me to the store? Although I don’t think she really cared where I went. As long as it took me a while to come home.”

Lynn immediately goes to him, to lift her arms and embrace him. Mr. Finney hugs her back, and the embrace is intimate without being sexual — until Lynn’s sheet starts to slip. Neither of them tries to stop it; soon Lynn is again naked. Joe’s hands creep lower, stealing down to Lynn’s ass, squeezing and caressing — and then he bursa escort bayan shoves a finger into her asshole.

It’s like I’m not even there. Lynn gives a little yip, as his finger goes in so deep he lifts her ass up into the air, and she has to stand on her tip toes.

My mouth drops open. Mr. Finney, looking over Lynn’s head at me, grins widely. His light-colored eyes bore right into mine.

“Would you care to join us?” he asks me. He withdraws his finger from Lynn’s ass (she falls forward a bit into his chest) and then beckons to me with that same finger.

I gawk at the two of them, at half-naked Joe Finney cuddling my naked roommate. I try to figure out just what the hell is going on.

“She’s got toys,” Lynn says softly. “Like a whole drawer full.”

Mr. Finney’s grin reaches all the way up to his eyes. “Does she now?”

“I also have condoms. I’m not doing anything to you without a condom.”

Apparently I’ve decided I’m joining in.

ooOoo

When I exit my room with a small reusable shopping bag, Mr. Finney and Lynn are waiting on the couch. I guess I must have taken longer than I thought, because they had begun to entertain themselves in my absence. They’re kissing passionately, their bodies pressed against each other, his hands grasping at her breasts. I stop and watch again, flabbergasted.

Aware of my presence, the two come apart, but it’s somewhat grudgingly. Then Mr. Finney reaches for the bag in my hands. I release it with some trepidation.

Both Mr. Finney and Lynn lean over the bag. Lynn pulls out my “realistic” dildo, pantomimes measuring it against Mr. Finney, then puts it back in the bag. Mr. Finney pulls out my favorite wireless wand, and switches it on. As he increases the power, his hand wavers slightly with the vibrations. “Nice,” he whistles.

The metal butt plug is inspected next. And the little bullet vibrator, which I also like to use in my ass.

My rabbit. My corded Magic Wand. The tubes of lube and warming gel.

Mr. Finney’s smile grows with each item he examines. Finally he pulls out the package of condoms, then shakes his head sorrowfully.

“Sorry, Val, but they’re too small.”

And then he lowers his boxers, to prove his point. And I’ll be damned if he wasn’t telling the truth. Enough time has passed since Mr. Finney and Lynn did — whatever they did. Mr. Finney’s cock is no longer anywhere near sagging. I suddenly forget my old middle school teacher is exposing himself in my living room.

He’s just a guy.

Just a hard-bodied guy with a huge dick.

Lynn is on her knees (when did that happen?) in front of him, her hands lightly caressing his balls. Her breasts brush against Mr. Finney’s legs as she lowers her head and runs a tongue across the head of his penis, licking off the pre-cum. Mr. Finney give a low groan that slowly grows in volume. But then he gives Lynn a little push away.

“No, I can do this. I want you two to play. I want to watch.”

Lynn leans back, then glances at me. Her mouth quirks up.

“Little hard to play when you have all those clothes on, Val.”

It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. I mean, I hadn’t thought it would happen like this, but. . .

Any port in an orgy.

ooOoo

Mr. Finney starts to direct. He watches me strip, his eyes never leaving my body. I try to act like it’s not unusual to be standing bare-assed in my living room. Next he has Lynn plug in my corded wand. As she finds the nearest outlet to insert the plug into, I am amazed at her graceful movements, her obvious comfort in her nakedness.

When I look back at Mr. Finney he again beckons to me. I see he is holding out the lubed butt plug. “Come here and bend over,” he says, and I do so without hesitation. His hands split my ass cheeks, and I feel the sudden pressure and pleasure of the cold plug being shoved in. “Oh, damn,” I whisper.

“Grab that little bullet. Stick escort bursa it in your pussy.”

I go to the bag, waddling slightly, and pull out the bullet. Pressing the button and holding it so it reaches the maximum vibrations, I begin to rub my lips and my clit with the little vibe. I’m already wet and slippery down there, and the toy is difficult to hold on to. I finally push it inside of me and close my legs against it, trembling with the shuddering shake of the toy. I do this sometimes in bed, and have fallen asleep once or twice with the bullet inside of my pussy. When I wake up the batteries are dead.

I barely realize that while I have been occupied, Lynn has started to play with my wand. She is seated on the floor, her legs widely parted, and she has the vibrating head of the wand pressed hard against her slit. Her head is tipped back and her eyes are closed, her mouth in an “O”. She seems to be on the edge of an orgasm. And she looks damn sexy.

Since I am a little older than Lynn, and have had more partners, I had always thought that it was my responsibility to train her up. I had considered her a sexual novice. She and Rick had both been virgins when they started sleeping together, after all.

But it appears she has completed the necessary training, and has even put in some extra credit.

Meanwhile, Mr. Finney is stroking his cock, almost automatically. He is watching us, not really paying too much attention to his growing erection. I am paying attention to it, though.

He was right. The condoms I had were way too small.

“Lynn.” Mr. Finney speaks, interrupting Lynn’s fun. His voice is tight and hoarse. “Give Val the wand. You get out the dildo. And I want you to sit on it, like how you rode me.”

Lynn immediately stops her masturbating, and hands me the wand, still vibrating. I reach to take the bullet from between my legs, but Mr. Finney stops me. “No — leave it in.”

I have to sit as well. When I do the butt plug goes a little further inside, and I gasp in shocked pleasure. Once I am situated and am sure the little bullet won’t slip out of me, I take the wand and place it between my legs. I rub the vibrating head over my hairy pussy, down near my ass, around in circles, back and forth. I bring the wand up to my breasts, going over my already erect nipples.

Mr. Finney is still jerking off. A little faster now, and his breathing has also quickened. Lynn has stuck the dildo partially inside her, and then has sat on the floor so that she can bounce on it and use gravity to shove the dildo in further.

We are the sex toys. Lynn and I. We are Mr. Finney’s sex toys.

Mr. Finney is in the middle of the couch, and Lynn and I are on the floor, on either side of him. And as the three of us continue masturbating, I realize I am thoroughly enjoying this. In some perverted way this is fucking erotic. The fact that Lynn and I, doing what we are doing, can get Mr. Finney off, that we could maybe make him cum with just our actions and bodies, while not actually having sex with him. . . It’s powerful. Lynn and I are satisfying ourselves, and that’s all Mr. Finney wants.

And apparently that’s all that he needs. I’m still edging with the wand, Lynn is still riding the dildo, when Mr. Finney suddenly moans loudly and then his fully erect cock begins to spurt. His jizz shoots out randomly as he pants and grunts. Lynn crawls over to him awkwardly, with the dildo still stuck inside of her. Then she lowers her head to suck at Mr. Finney’s exploding cock, while he murmurs her name.

When did my roommate become such a freak?

Although, I should talk — sitting on the floor with a butt plug in my ass, a bullet vibe in my pussy, and a Magic Wand massaging my clit. Sweating and breathing fast as I grow close to climax.

I guess I’m a little bit of a freak too.

Lynn is draped over Mr. Finney, her face now buried in his muscled chest. He gazes over her head at me, sees how am near orgasm, and again his eyes bore into my soul.

“How goes it, Val?”

My voice is a breathless whisper. “Good,” I say lamely. “Good, Mr. Finney.”

“Call me Joe,” he says.

END

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Father’s Birthday Ch. 01

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All characters are above the age of 18.

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Jack Wilkenson was not an overly muscular man but just enough that others thought of him as a wet dream. With jet black hair, a face shaved smooth. he was a very handsome man. Standing at 5’10”. He has been married for 25 years now. Has 4 children. The oldest is Shandra, who looks just like her mother with dirty blond hair, full breasts, is 5’6”, and is 22 years old. Next is Alexis, with brown hair, small breasts, is also 5’6”, and is 20 years old. Then there is Alex who also has brown hair, brown eyes, is 5’10”, and is 20 years old being Alexis twin. Finally, there is Jake. The youngest. With dirty blond hair, brown eyes a surfer body, and is 5’9”. At nineteen he is also a wet dream.

One day Jack had been sitting at home, lounging n the couch flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch and get past his anger. You see today is his 45th birthday and while that may seem in significant it happens to be the day he first met his wife 27 years ago. And she forgot and went on a spa weekend with their two daughters. His oldest son was also at his girlfriend’s place and wasn’t at home. His youngest son was bursa escort still asleep upstairs. The main problem with his wife being gone was the fact that he was very horny and wanted to take care of it right then but couldn’t.

He thought to himself if Jake was awake then maybe they could have a movie marathon so he can get past the horniness. So he got up from his spot on the couch and went to go see if Jake was awake. As he opened the door he saw that the lights were still off and that the only light that was coming into the room was from the window curtains that weren’t shut all the way. As he approached the bed to wake up his son he noticed that the covers were completely off his son and he was only wearing his briefs and had a morning hard-on. As he took in his son’s morning wood, his hand started sliding down to caress his own hard-on.

Starting to massage his dick through his sweatpants he thought to himself that this is son and he shouldn’t be doing this. But as he took another look at the body before him he couldn’t help the lust and started to massage his dick. Deciding that it wasn’t going to any harm he pulled down his sweatpants and started to stroke his 10-inch bursa escort bayan dick masturbating next to his son’s bed. Right there his eyes swept over the body and couldn’t help the thoughts of fucking his son that came into his mind. The more they came the closer he got. Then as the last one of him shooting his seed into his son came into mind he started cumming right there on his son’s clothes that were on the floor.

When he finished he stuffed his cock back into his pants with it still semi-hard. Just as he was walking out of the room after flipping the cum covered clothes onto another pile, he heard his son Jake starting to stir. As he shut the door behind him he started planning the rest of the day out for him and his son, since he was still horny and wanted to actually fuck something.

Walking to the bathroom he cleaned his hands from his orgasm. After that he started walking to the basement. Down there was a padlocked room that held all the bdsm toys that he and his wife use everytime they are home alone. flipping the switch on he walked around and started making sure that everything was in place for when he brought his son down here. The vibrators were on a tray escort bursa on a table against the wall. the butt plugs and dildo’s of all sizes were next to the vibrators. Hanging on the wall were various restraints for both hands and feet. On another table was an assortment of gags. on one side of the room there was a table that had restraints securely fasten to the table. On another side there is a swing fasten to the ceiling with straps for the arms and the legs.

Pulling out the dust rag he grabbed on the way down he started washing everything down to get rid of all the dust for his plans for his son. Just as he was setting the lube on the counter for he easy access he heard a grunt that signified that his son was now awake. He had also probably taken care of that morning wood thinking that there was no one in the silent house. So with Jack grabbing the last thing he would need. He went upstairs leaving the door unlocked and started fixing some food knowing him and his son were about to have a long day. With the rest of the food settled he grabbed the tub of orange juice and put a glass together for his son. then taking from his pocket a 30 minute sleeping pill that he got from the basement and grinding it up into the orange juice. While grabbing apple juice for himself so as not to confuse the glasses.

Now all he had to do was wait for his son to come downstairs and his plan would be put onto motion.

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The first time I tried anal sex was with my wife, but even with lots of lubricant I couldn’t get more than two inches of finger or just the knob of my penis into her asshole before she cried out and made me stop. She made it clear that if I continued with this sort of experiment I wouldn’t be putting my cock into ANY of her holes!

Some months later I had a work project that needed me to stay overnight in the City once a week. The job paid a fixed daily amount for expenses so I chose a cheap, but clean hotel in a bad part of town and that meant I had money for other things.

Two teenage girls seemed to hang around a lot outside the hotel and asked passersby, “Do you have any spare change?” I’d give them a few coins and chat with them. At other times they would ask, “Can you spare a dollar for bus fare?” though I never saw them at the bus stop!

One day I bought them a meal of burger and fries that they ate hungrily. “If you were old enough you could come up to my room and earn some real money.” I offered. Amy, the older girl, said they were old enough for anything I wanted to do, but I had my doubts about Betty. However, when I told her that, Betty produced a grubby Wisconsin driver’s license showing she was eighteen years and three months old.

Reassured, I took both girls up to my room in the hotel. It was the sort of place where all types of people were coming in and out, so nobody took any notice of us.

“You can do anything you like, but no anal sex.” Amy said. She was slim and dark and stripped quickly after I gave her a few dollars. Betty was hesitant, but took off blouse and bra then dropped her shorts and panties. She was pale-skinned bursa escort with almost no pubic hair, while Amy had a thick brown bush.

As we’d agreed, for the first time I fingered their bodies and sucked nipples while they took turns licking my balls and sucking my cock. As I got close to cumming, I knelt above Betty and Amy stroked my penis until sperm shot onto Betty’s breasts. That was very nice!

When I saw the girls the next week Amy was ready for me. “You need to get your cock into us,” she said, and I did. I lay on my back while Amy first sucked me, and then squatted to take my penis into her vagina. I pulled on her nipples, and reached over to explore Betty’s crotch until I came.

In those days I could recover quite quickly, and by the time we’d eaten some food I was ready to push into Betty. I’m sure she’d been fucked quite a lot, but there was an innocence and tenderness about the way she tried to encourage my thrusts. Amy fingered my ass and balls and I exploded into Betty’s tight vagina.

Amy kept asking for more money and offering more ideas. One time she lay in the bath tub and I peed over her lower body. This golden shower was not something I felt the need to do often, but I did find the experience very erotic.

I rinsed her and cleaned her crotch with soapy hands and a slippery finger felt for the back hole. “I’d pay more money to get up your anus,” I told her, but she said she couldn’t. “Then why not get Betty to open up for me?” I asked.

Amy’s eyes opened wide at the thought of selling Betty’s virgin ass-hole. “I know she’s never done it, but I don’t know who she’s saving it for, if not you.” She went into the bedroom and I bursa escort bayan heard Betty gasp and then she started crying quietly.

“You’ll hurt me too much with your big cock,” she sobbed. I told her it was just an idea we’d been discussing, and that we’d continue as normal next week.

However, it was clear that Amy was intent on Betty earning the extra money I’d offered. The next time the girls were in my room a very pale Betty stripped off and kissed me sweetly.

“Please be gentle,” she asked, and shuddered a little as both her hands tightened round my very erect penis. She sucked me, and then laid back for me to fuck her slippery vagina for a while.

Amy was kissing Betty and feeling her nipples. “It’s time for you to do it, girl,” she said, and I pulled out so Betty could lift her legs up high and reveal the tight, pink hole of her anus.

The hotel supplied body lotion and Amy tipped some into her hand to lubricate Betty’s hole and my cock. Amy took hold of my penis and guided it towards the prize. Just the tip of my knob went in, and I felt Betty tense. Then she relaxed; I think Amy was fingering her clitoris as well, and more of my penis slid into her.

It was incredibly hot as the knob was fully enclosed in her and her breath seemed to gasp in my ear. I kissed her and told her she was wonderful to permit me to enter her anus, and how good it felt.

Amy was fingering herself as she watched, and she ordered me to pull back a little for more lubricant. It seemed to me that almost the most erotic part of the adventure was having Amy’s fingers spreading the lotion on my cock and around Betty’s ass!

Now I was gaining full escort bursa access as I stood beside the bed and let my weight push forward into the young girl’s hole. I was in there all the way! My balls slapped against Betty’s buttocks as I reached maximum penetration. Now, how would she take thrusting?

I pulled out my slippery cock, and rolled Betty over onto her knees. I’d enjoyed Betty’s cunt in the doggy-style position before, but this time my penis pushed back into her asshole. The feeling was sensational! She gasped as I went in full length and then I started to fuck.

She took everything I pushed into her, and I reached round to finger her nipples and clitoris. She was crying, but it didn’t seem to be from pain and I wasn’t going to stop anyway! There was a spasm and I’m pretty certain that Betty had an orgasm as I shot cum into her ass. I rolled off her, and we lay exhausted.

“Does this mean I don’t get any today,” asked Amy, and I had to admit that this was possible. In a little while, though, I looked over at Amy’s hairy crotch and started licking her. I went and washed in the bathroom, and by that time I had done that I was stiff enough to get into Amy, though I didn’t reach the point of release.

For the next few weeks we had a variety of sessions, with five different holes I could use. The girls were not doing too well, though. They were not looking after themselves and I suspected that most of their money was going to buy drugs. My work project was just about complete, anyway, and I had one last session with the girls that used all their possibilities.

As they were about to dress, Amy took my hand and put it between her buttocks. I felt the heat there. “In time, I think I probably will let you fuck into my ass-hole,” she said. But I never got in her there, because although I looked for them on future visits to the City, I never again found Amy and Betty.

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Iowa Corn and Porn Ch. 02

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Previously in Iowa Corn… and Porn (Part I)

Sadie sits on the foot on Gwen’s bed. She openly stares at Gwen’s impressively large and perky breasts. Gwen is still lightly stroking her left nipple.

“Tell me about them.” Sadie says as she slowly takes off her jacket and shoes.

“Well I dream that I wake up in the middle of the night, and I sneak to your bed and I pull down your covers.”

Sadie whips her top off with the help of Gwen.

“I put my nose next to your thighs and I breathe in your aroma. These fantasies are so real, I can’t believe I’m dreaming sometimes. Then I slowly, ever so slowly, easy down your white cotton panties. I remember how silky smooth your thighs are and how warm to the touch too. As I get your panties down past your thighs I realize you are completely shaven down there.”

With that Gwen reenacts the scene with Sadie. She gasps (and I gasp too!), as she sees that Sadie is as smooth as a baby’s butt, and she has no visible tan lines. Could I possibly have picked a better girl than her? Gwen rubs her cheek against Sadie’s thigh, as her hands splay over her bare bottom.

To Be Contiuned???

Chapter 4:

Jennifer is totally lost in her female fantasy by now. She has ceased to be Jen, the shy farm-girl from Iowa, and is now Sadie, the bi-sexual roommate of Gwen. These are the moments that get me through the otherwise dull world of porn. I find a chair quickly and watch my dream world play out before my eyes.

Gwen plants light kisses along the insides of Sadie’s thighs, as her fingers continue to massage the firm flesh of Sadie’s well-toned butt. Gwen’s fingers crawl up her thigh and Sadie obediently opens her legs up to give her more room. Sadie moans as Gwen works her index finger across the wet lips of her sex, before wiggling it into her hot, wet hole. Gwen works her digit in and out several times before taking it out to sample the sweet nectar bursa escort coating her fingertip. Sadie inhales sharply as Gwen finds her very erect clitoris, and strokes it with saliva-covered index finger, working Sadie to a frenzy.

Gwen undoes the front clasp of Sadie’s lacy white bra and licks her lips at what her handy work has revealed. Gwen quickly discards the bra and pulls Sadie onto the bed roughly. Gwen straddles her hips and lowers her head to Sadie’s heaving chest. Her tongue darts out and traces a ring around her aureole before finding the nipple and taking a couple flicks at the turgid bud. Gwen’s lips latch firmly to her nipple as she nurses like a baby from Sadie’s alabaster breast. Her other hand is kept busy by firmly grasping Sadie’s other breast and pulling her nipple with her thumb and index finger.

Sadie has a look of ecstasy on her face as Gwen’s ministrations cause her whole body to flush red, and her breathing to increase to a fevered pitch. Gwen quickly switches her attention from one breast to the other. As Gwen’s mouth leaves Sadie’s breast, Sadie can see saliva glistening on her freshly nursed teat, she takes her index finger and traces it around the aureole before roughly pulling on the nipple.

Gwen pulls her head off Sadie breast and says, “ So have you ever had fantasies too?”

“Well, while you were working magic with your tongue, I though it would feel even better licking my pussy. My last boyfriend was really good with his tongue, but he can’t hold a candle to you!” Sadie said breathlessly.

“I never heard any complaint from Pete. Of course, I always swallowed so I don’t think he would have the balls to say anything to the contrary.”

“You’re so naughty! God, I can’t wait to wait to feel your tongue on my cunt.”

“What a dirty little mouth! I think I have just the thing for you!”

Gwen rolls onto her back and quickly pulls her shorts down bursa escort bayan over her firm ass and thighs and throws them on the floor with the her tank top. Gwen climbs over Sadie and lowers her head to the lips of Sadie’s glistening pussy. Sadie got the surprise of her life as Gwen lifted one leg to the other side of Sadie’s head and spread her muscled thighs, and quickly lowered her own sopping wet pussy over Sadie’s face. Sadie got the cue and eagerly explore Gwen’s steaming hot sex, while getting her own honeypot licked. Within a few minutes Sadie was leaking her love juice all over Gwen’s face and the sheets, as Gwen lapped at her cunt like a kitten licking milk from a bowl. To Gwen’s surprise, Sadie started to have another even more powerful orgasm as she was coming down from her first.

Gwen pulled herself off her spent roommate and slumped to the bed beside her. She opened her nightstand and fished around for something for a few seconds. Her eyes glittered as she produced a small smooth pink vibrator from the drawer.

“I’d like to introduce you to my ‘Little Miss’. It’s the only thing that never fails to get me off. Just a few minutes on my clit and I come like crazy.”

“I think I’ll give you a hand since you’ve been so nice to me.”

“Sounds delicious. I’d like nothing more than to have your tongue in my hole as I work my clit with this baby.”

“You’re so hot.” With that Sadie leans over Gwen and gives her a passionate kiss. She darts her tongue between Gwen’s lips and explores her mouth. Sadie tastes her own sweet nectar on Gwen’s tongue. The girls fondle each other’s breasts as the kiss deepens. Sadie pulls away and starts to trail kisses between Gwen’s heaving mammaries, stopping to lightly suckle each nipple before slowly working her way down Gwen’s stomach. She rubs her nose across the light, sandy downy of Gwen’s pubic hair and quickly makes her way to the inside of her thighs. escort bursa Sadie plants wet kisses all along the insides of her thighs while slowly inching upward.

Sadie slowly explores Gwen’s feminine folds as Gwen moans her approval as spreads her thighs farther apart. Gwen lifts her legs onto Sadie’s shoulders as Sadie eagerly opens her bright red, pouting lips with her fingers to reveal her lovehole. Sadie traces lazy 8’s around her lover’s pussy and occasionally darts her tongue into her eager opening.

When Sadie is satisfied with the amount of natural lubrication, she quickly probes her fingers into Gwen’s hot recesses. Gwen squirms as she sees her friend bury her long, slender middle finger almost to the third knuckle. Gwen’s breath hitches as the finger makes a hook and gently probes her hot tunnel looking for that magic spot.

Gwen knows now that Sadie has definitely had some practice on a few other girls. No one could get her this hot, this fast without knowing exactly how to please a woman. Sadie meanwhile started to work and Gwen’s protruding clit feverishly. She expertly fingered her roommate’s gaping hole and licked her clit; Sadie increased her speed as she heard her lover call out in ecstasy. Sadie kept working at her clitoris and occasionally slurping up some of Gwen’s cum until Gwen had another orgasm and a smaller third one a few seconds later.

With that, Sadie got out from between Gwen’s legs and crawled up the bed to plant a sloppy kiss on her lips, as she lightly strokes her ender nipples, and admired the flush appearance of Gwen. Sighing she cuddled up to the side of Gwen and absently fondled her breasts.

“Well, I don’t think you need the ‘Little Miss’ to always get you off.”

“Yeah, as long as I have your tongue I don’t think I’ll be using that anymore”

“So what are you plans for this weekend?”

“I was thinking about going home, but I may just stick around instead.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ll think it would be better to stay here.”

Lights fade. “And Cut! That was incredible you two!”

“How about a sequel? We’ll call it Dorm Dames II.”

To Be Continued…

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