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Gym Fantasy

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This was the third gym session of the week for Chloe, she had been relatively consistent with her fitness progress this year. Tracking her sessions, eating more protein and investing in the essential matching gym sets when she needed a pick-me-up. Although the past few weeks she had a little extra motivation after noticing a particularly interesting gym member. Her gym was near a university and was often filled with young budding powerlifters sporting their competition fits. They were good looking young men, with fantastic physiques and they didn’t leave much to the imagination. But her feelings towards them were akin to how she felt when she saw any dedicated young person working hard, she felt proud. Maybe that’s what happens when you have a son, you become mother to every teenage boy. But this man she noticed; he was different.

Firstly, he was without doubt, a grown man, not a boy. And that was refreshing. He was something to look at, tall and broad, covered in colourful tattoos. Chole was the opposite, she wasn’t short or out of shape, but she was plain, her large mop of frizzy hair usually sat on top of her head in the least flattering manor possible, she didn’t wear makeup and whilst she wasn’t out of shape but her mum tum and stretch marks had a habit of poking out the top of her leggings and breastfeeding meant her breasts had swollen so much they struggled to squeeze into her sports bra. She was unusual but in an uninteresting way. Whereas this man, he had a whole atmosphere about him. She saw others looking too, men and women and she, herself enjoyed having something to look at whilst she exercised. Although he dressed very modestly, she like to imagine what he looked like naked and in her head…he looked good.

Chole performed her final set of bicep curls to the point of failure, the dopamine hit as she sat to rest. Her heart was racing, all of her was. This is what she exercised for, blood rushed to every inch of her, her skin felt delicate and sensitive, her breaths were deep and purposeful, and a bead of sweat dripped down her chest. She took a moment to embrace https://sokkan.org the sweet feeling of both mental and physical ecstasy, shutting her eyes and relaxing her jaw. Pure bliss, the house was clean, the shopping was done and she had the rest of the whole day to herself. She would struggle to fill her time but that at least meant she could enjoy this little rest. She eventually snapped back into reality and stood up to rerack her weights, so consumed in her own mind that she did so without actually looking in front of herself first. Any bliss she had hung onto immediately left her body as she essentially rear ended the gentleman standing in front of the empty 10kg dumbbell rack. First came the prickly humiliation as her cheeks flushed, then came her automatic loud and high pitched apology adding to her humiliation as she felt the couple on the leg press next to her turn to look. Chloe eventually looked up at her victim, and realised who it was. It was Mr mysterious. Of course it was, the neon green T-shirt, the tatted-up arms and the large stature.

Chloe had no idea what he actually said in response, as her headphones were still sitting on her head blasting some awful mumble rap courtesy of Spotify shuffle. But he was definitely smiling as he said it and immediately stepped out of her path. She bashfully smiled, looked down as she returned the dumbbells and shuffled away quickly. Heading directly to the changing rooms with her head still down. As she sat staring at her locker her heart had the sheer audacity to start racing again. The locker room was empty so she allowed herself to shed the embarrassment and linger a little on the fact her body, and most importantly breasts, had most definitely been firmly pressed up against his back for a solid second. She had felt his body, and it was warm and solid, so solid she had nearly bounced off of him…. she would love to bounce off him, his big hands round her wrists pinning her down, spreading her legs forcing himself inside. She giggled to herself, this was such a stupid fantasy, she needed to get home, she needed a protein bursa eskort shake, she needed a shower, she needed a man to use her. She needed to be thrown onto the bed and she needed him to hold her down and climb on top, crushing her, holding her legs open, she needed to hear him say he couldn’t stop, that she felt too good, she wanted to struggle under his body, attempting to resist his manhood as it penetrated deep inside her forcing her to gasp for air.

A woman walked into the changing room, Chloe knew she was smiling to herself, and she knew her pussy was getting wet. So, she quickly gathered her things and left.

When she got home, she immediately headed to her bedroom, by the time she made it, her leggings were already halfway off, and she could feel wetness between her thighs as she moved. She needed her vibrator, and something a little extra. She searched with excitement for her glass dildo. Gym hotty was going to fuck her arse today.

Her fantasy starts in the empty gym, he approaches her, no talking. He grabs at her ill-fitting sports bra, yanking it down and exposing her heavy breasts and hard little nipples. She lets him, he wont get any resistance from her. And as he moves his mouth to her chest she prematurely sighs, once his warm mouth is clasped over her nipple her legs start to tremble. He is rough with them, he bites and pulls with his teeth. One of his hands rests on the centre of her back pulling her towards him, the other slips up her body and cups her other bare breast. The excitement is unbearable, rendering her frozen, she is his sex doll now, he can use her for anything he wants. This is her fantasy, he WILL use her, he can’t keep his hands off her, he wants it now, his cock is rock hard and he knows this sweet innocent mummy needs to be filled up. She needs to accept she’s his slut now. He pushes her down over the bench, her back now facing him, he bends her over and pulls her leggings down, they’re round her ankles binding her feet together but there’s still a thin gap between her thighs he works his hands up before orhangazi escort gripping her small perky bum and spreading her cheeks. She can feel his eyes on her, she feels exposed and vulnerable but only for a second. Then she is stuffed with his wide thick cock, it’s so far up inside her she screams but he only pushes it further inside. His hand on her shoulders holding her down, now she can hear him breathing as he throbs inside her.

He keeps the pressure whilst she squirms underneath him, desperate to pull away, her eyes watering before she exclaims that she can’t take any more, he holds it for a second longer before releasing her. But only for a second, then he is pounding her so hard and fast she’s catatonic all she feels is a raw primal need for more, harder faster. And as though he reads her mind, he fucks harder and faster, she’s no longer moaning there is only the wailing sound of air escaping her throat at the same time her breasts are pushed into the bench whilst her arse remains in the air at his mercy. He takes advantage of this pulling his tool out, she feels her own warm gooey juice sticking to her lips, then his stiff knob pressing against her tight little arsehole which immediately gives way. She yelps, gripping the bench harder, stunned at how good this violation feels. He performed a few deep pumps before she feels him pulsing inside her and he begins to slow down, grunting whilst he grips her waist and pulls her back onto his ejaculating cock. She is suddenly stuffed with his hot cum filling her hole up. As he pulls out it oozes down between her thighs. She instinctively turns to clean him licking both their flavours off the tip, swallowing as much as she can to savour the taste. As though her cream pie isn’t enough of him inside of her.

This image is sufficient enough to push her over the edge, she orgasms on her bedroom floor, with her dildo deep in her arse. Her fantasy was so good she almost felt sad coming to the realisation she was still at home on her own whilst hopelessly lusting after someone who didn’t even know she existed.

She had no idea that her fantasy man was driving home quickly, as he was desperate to jerk off, he would lay down on his bed and spend his afternoon stroking his big hard cock and picture himself bending over that cute gym girl with the big breasts, like he did every day that he saw her.

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The Sim – Custom Scenarios Pt. 04

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Disclaimer: This story is, as always, set in a simulated virtual reality and heavily anal focused. This chapter is a friends with benefits scenario with a tomboy girl. If that’s not your thing, you should probably skip this. This is all pure fantasy; don’t expect realism or normal behavior.

~~~

“So Simone, I was thinking this time around you could put me in a story with a tomboy, I’ve always had a thing for them.”

Simone instantly responds as usual, “Tomboy huh? We can do that easy, the personality archetype is actually pretty similar to some assets you’ve come across already. But now I’ve definitely got more than enough data on you to know your preferences, I can come up with a more holistic encounter now.”

“That’s good?”

“Yes James, it’s good. You happy to go with the same kind of information injection I did last time?”

Simone had undone the information injection from before, which meant the belief was gone but I could still remember Hannah and my life with her. I still vividly recalled completely believing that she was real, It was quite the shock when I came out of the story and Simone gave me back my real memories.

The data dumps had since become the ultimate tool for roleplay; they were a more immersive and sensational way to experience fantasies. You didn’t need to pretend to a certain someone or doing a certain something, because the Sim could convince you completely that everything you experienced was real.

“Yeah I am, but could you go a step further than last time? Make me forget that it’s all inside the Sim, just make me believe I’m really me and I’m really with a tomboy-ish friend.”

“In the real world or the Free Use world?” Simone asked.

“Uhh, something in the middle? I don’t want real world behavior since I like how crazy things get in here, so try and straddle the line yeah? Other than that, just cook up whatever you think I’ll like.”

“Well James, I can manage that but you’re going to have to sign some more waivers if you want to mess with your head that much.”

~~~

“Alright James, compiling and data dumping now, stand by.”

I barely recognize the transition.

~~~

“What’s up?” Alexa asked.

“Uh, nothing, I just sorta zoned out for a moment there Alex.”

I still called her Alexa in my head since that’s what I called her when we were younger, but ever since growing up she’d preferred to go by Alex. We’d been friends since we were little kids, I remember one of the reasons I liked her so much when we were little was because she was just like one of my guy friends, only pretty to look at. I’d never admit to something so shallow these days, but it was definitely was still a bit true.

We were hanging out at her place, just having a few drinks and playing some mindless shooter. She was complaining again about how tuition, rent, and all the unexpected expenses that keep cropping up were killing our holiday plans. We’ve been planning to go backpacking across Europe together during the summer break for the longest time but never actually manage to put enough money together for it.

I’d vented to her the same way before, usually after something expensive and unexpected happened. This time, it was just her turn; her car had broken down on her and our trip would be pushed back again. I just listened and watched as she swore and vented her frustrations out on the enemy team, it was always funny seeing her get mad since she so rarely did.

You’d think after being friends with her for so long, I’d have gotten used to how pretty she was, but I wasn’t, it still always got me when I really looked at her. Alex was one of those girls you’d need to do a double take on since she rarely dressed up or wore makeup; she came off as sorta plain from a distance but really wasn’t if you looked closer. Even without flattering clothes, makeup or even trying, she was gorgeous and would be even more stunning if she ever cared about that sort of thing. She wasn’t unfit though, she surfed pretty frequently so had a toned and tight body, she just didn’t care all that much about playing up her looks.

The surfing and salt water left her hair looking like a wavy mess most of the time, but it still managed to look good to me; I always did like her short black hair, even if it made her look a bit like a boy from behind.

Alex snaps me out my thoughts saying, “Fuck me James, at this rate we’re never gonna get to see Europe, we keep pushing the trip back year after year and never make any headway on the savings. It’s fucked.”

“There’s no helping it really, it’s not like we’re gonna get paid much more before we finish our degrees and we can’t cut any more corners anywhere else.”

“I know! It’s fucked!” Alex huffs out. After a pause, she says half seriously, “Do you think you could start selling drugs? I hear drug dealers make a lot of money.”

“They also get arrested a lot and have their lives ruined. No I don’t think I can. Do you think you could start doing porn?” I say, expecting her to either punch me or agree but only if escort bayan it involves pegging me, instead Alex goes silent and seems to just think about it.

I try not to let it get to me though since I expect she’s just fucking with me. But after a while she eventually says, “I know those camgirls do make quite a bit. Maybe we could actually try that?”

OK, I know she’s going for the long con but try as I might, I still can’t help but get a little excited at the notion. I try and reposition myself so she won’t notice the growing chub in my pants.

Mistaking my silence for disagreement she continues, “What are you seriously gonna turn down the chance for free pussy? I know we’ve never done anything before but fuck, why not right? It’s not like either of us is in a relationship, we get along, I have a vagina, it’s a good idea James.”

I try and fail to play it cool, “No complaints here. I’m up for it.”

“Cool, alright… Shit, didn’t think things through this far. Probably can’t just get into it right now, gotta plan stuff, get a proper recording setup and whatever.” Alex pauses to mull over things and says, “We’ll do one video and see if that works, if it doesn’t get any traction we can call it quits.”

I keep a lid on my slight disappointment that I’d have to deal with the logistics rather than having fun, I helpfully add, “Have you considered those camgirls only make as much as they do because they’ve got an audience? We can’t just film something and put it up. We’ll need to build a fanbase first, so maybe we could put up a bunch of free videos online?”

Alex eyes me suspiciously, “Uh huh. That kinda sounds like an excuse to just fuck me a whole bunch.”

“I can’t say that isn’t one of the highlights of the plan. But seriously, you can’t just film one thing or cam once and expect much of a response.”

Thinking it over, Alex concedes, “Yeah, yeah, alright. We should probably think of some way to stick out from the crowd too y’know. Have some kind of niche kink yeah?”

“That’d help. And don’t worry about the camera stuff, I’ve got that covered already. Where do you want to film it though?”

“Just here? It’s not like anyone cares about the setting. Come over tomorrow and we’ll do something alright.”

Grinning like an idiot I reply, “Cool.”

~~~

The next day I arrive at Alex’s carrying the camera equipment. She throws open the door for me and heads back inside, not bothering to help me carry the stuff inside. I don’t mind since she’s wearing a pair of snug jeans and I get to watch her ass sway as she walks away. Alex sits down on the couch and goes back to doing whatever she was on her laptop. She’s wearing a loose singlet without a bra, again. It was an outfit she often wore around me that tore me; on one hand, it meant I got to enjoy an eyeful once every while and she looked fantastic in it, on the other hand it blueballed me to no end, something Alex was blissfully unaware of, she just didn’t consider that sort of thing with me.

Alex talks to me from couch, “So I was doing a bit of research yesterday about how to stick out and had some ideas. I saw anal videos tend to be a bit more popular and make a fair bit more than non-anal ones, I thought that could be our thing; we’d mostly do anal and I’d be like this chick who really fucking loves it in the ass and can’t get enough of it. What do you think dude?”

My cock immediately springs to life when she tells me her idea and I almost break my neck nodding in agreement, but I still manage to give her a proper reply, “I mean, you know I already love it, I’ve told you enough times how much I loved doing Shelly in the ass but it’s kinda unoriginal? Like, every pornstar there is pretends to scream about how much they love it in the ass and shit right? It’s nothing new is all.”

Alex pulls a face, “Wow, I can’t believe you’re saying I shouldn’t act like an anal slut. Well then, do you have any ideas?”

“Actually, I do. I thought we could do like a super casual, friends with benefits sorta thing. You’d play it up and be all like ‘hey man, what’s up, want some of my ass?’ then be all bored or apathetic or carry on with something else while I’m doing my thing.” Realizing she might think I didn’t want to do her anal idea at all I hastily add, “Oh but we definitely keep the anal part, we should definitely do lots and lots of anal.”

“Oh that’s part you like.” Alex then pulls a confused face, “But the bored part? Where’s the fun in that?”

Struggling to explain, “It’s hard to explain, just trust me it’s hot, I’m the one with the dick here.”

Shrugging, Alex says sarcastically, “Alright master of male psychology. Well give your idea a go, but if no one gives a fuck because I’m a dead fish the whole time we’re going down the tried and true anal slut route alright.”

“I’m 100% alright with that.” Alex rolls her eyes in response.

“Alright so since it’s all casual, no rehearsals, we just set up and start filming now, cool?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan. I guess I’ll just start playing nilüfer escort some Overwatch then.”

I give her a look. Alex says, “What, you said I should do something else.”

“No, you should, it’s a good idea, just didn’t expect you to go along with the program so fast.”

Alex suddenly turns back to me, “Oh by the way, do you need any help getting it up?”

“I think I’m good on that front, but it wouldn’t hurt.”

Alex reaches up to bunch her singlet up in the middle, showing me both her perfect, pale white tits. My heartrate goes up another notch at the sight. “Yup, that definitely helped.”

“Well, no excuses then, let’s do this before I pussy out.”

With one stationary camera, one hand held and one awkwardly strapped to my head, I had all the angles covered. Switching them on, I jump right in and ask Alex, “So, I can go straight to the ass then?”

Without taking her eyes off the TV, Alex simply replies, “Go for it dude, it’s all yours.”

I’ve near instantly got a raging hard on as soon as I hear her say that, I couldn’t have hoped for better. I had to give it to Alex, she really knew how to play the part. Alex gets off the couch and lays flat on the floor before starting up Overwatch on the console. I go to straddle her back and pull down the jeans she’s wearing to show off her perky little butt.

I pry apart her cheeks and get my first proper look at her ass, mumbling to myself, “Fuck that’s hot.”

Alex overhears me and says, “It’ll look hotter once there’s something in it.”

Grabbing the some lube, I drip a small amount onto her back door and rub it in with the head of my cock. Eventually satisfied with how slick she was, I take aim and start pressing in, making Alex visibly tense up. With a bit of difficulty, I manage to slip the head of my cock past the tight ring of muscle of her asshole, eliciting a grunt and some swearing from Alex. Confused at the trouble she’s having I stop. Given that she wanted to do mostly anal videos, I figured she’d have experience.

Alex had other ideas because when she noticed I stopped, she said, “Just keep going man.”

Well, I couldn’t argue with that. I sink an inch in, then another 2, I keep feeding her ass more of my cock until I’ve pressed firmly against her cheeks with almost all my cock inside her, her ass is keeping me from bottoming out but I’m happy where I am. Alex finally says something once she feels I’m all in, “Shit, that’s it?” Then realizing what she was saying adds, “Haha, sorry, I didn’t mean you’re small, it’s just that isn’t too bad I guess. Fuck, I was watching all these first time anal videos with girls screaming and thought it’d be way worse, it just stings a bit is all, I can take it pretty easy.”

“Wait, what? Have you never even done anal before?”

“Nah not really.”

Bewildered, I ask, “Then why’d you agree to this?”

Alex casually says, “Because you wanted my ass? And I mean how hard could it be?”

I don’t know if she’s playing it up for the camera or being honest, and I don’t care at this point. I can’t help but start pumping into her now. The fact Alex is just letting me play with her asshole any way I want turns me on more and more until I’m desperate to pound into it with everything I’ve got, but I’m still conscious of how new to this she is so I ask, “Alex, do you think you’re OK with being fucked harder now?”

“Why are you asking me? If you want to fuck it, fuck it, if you want to fuck it hard, fuck it hard geez.”

Christ it was like she knew exactly what to say to set me off, I immediately start pounding into her ass within seconds after that little prompt. Alex is grunting at the treatment but little else, it’s not even stopping her from doing pretty well in Overwatch.

Minutes of me bottoming out in her asshole go by before Alex eventually says, “Guess you’ve really got a thing for ass?”

“What gave it away?”

Laughing lightly Alex says, “Yeah, well, have fun in mine then man, it’s all yours.”

I pull apart her ass cheeks to get a better view of my cock slowly sliding in and out of her butthole. Alex wasn’t kidding about not having done anal before, she’s deliciously tight and snugly hugging every inch of my cock, she feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s hypnotic watching her ass swallow my cock again and again, if I could, I’d do this all day.

A few minutes of slowly assfucking her go by before I eventually ramp up my pace and start pumping into her faster and harder while she ignores me and plays, I get some real good footage of that. Still, her ass is keeping me from fully bottoming out in her, but I’m hardly gonna complain about that.

A little while later, Alex thrusts her ass back into my cock, then keeps pushing back until she’s on her knees with her ass stuck out. Almost like she was reading my mind, she says, “You can put the whole thing in this way.”

I confirm, “The whole thing?”

“Yeah, I noticed half strokes look terrible and we’ll make more if I can take altıparmak escort it deep.”

“Alex I think I love you.”

Alex turns around to pull a face at me, saying, “Don’t tell me you fall for every girl that lets you buttfuck her. Don’t make this weird man.”

“Haha, sorry. I’ll try and strictly assfuck you platonically.”

“You better.”

As if inviting me to get on with it, Alex crosses her legs to make her ass look even better. This way, I can get a perfect shot of my cock entering her ass with nothing to block it. I slowly feed the last few inches into her, savoring the satisfaction of being completely inside her, until my balls are resting against her pussy and all 7 inches of my cock are deep inside her. I didn’t mean to but I end up sighing and shivering when I bottom out.

Alex says, “Did you just-” then stops to briefly giggle, “Aww, you are in love, breathlessly, hopelessly in love.” Alex turns to looks at me and strikes a dramatic pose with her wrist to her forehead, saying mockingly, “But alas, I can’t return your feelings gentle Sir.”

Yup, that’s what I deserve. I can only manage a weak, “Shut up,” punctuating it with a sudden thrust.

Alex tenses up but still manages to mock me, “Take it easy now, wouldn’t want you to faint.”

She’s not gonna let that one go, whatever, I console myself by sodomizing her slowly.

I quickly forget everything and only care about taking her ass. Using my thumbs I pry open her rear end to get a better view. The sight of my shaft slowly disappearing into that perfect, little hole sends waves of delight through me. She just looks so fucking hot taking it up the ass like this, letting me play with her asshole like a toy while she hardly cares; it’s all I can do to keep from cumming early.

More minutes go by of me pulling out entirely and then slowly feeding my cock back in before Alex finally interrupts my reverie saying, “If you want, you can go harder dude. It doesn’t sting much anymore so I think I can take it.”

My cock jumps inside her ass but I still try to be polite about things, “What? Are you sure you wanna jump into the deep end like that? Those first time girls us-“

“Those girls are just being pussies, jam it up my ass if you want dude, it’s what I’m here for.”

And here I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder. I take Alex’s word, happy to hear her tell me I didn’t have to be gentle. I switch from slowly enjoying her ass to quickly pounding into her hard. The sudden change to blasting her asshole isn’t kind on Alex and she grinds out a long winded ‘fuuuuuuuuuuuck’, I slow down but don’t stop bouncing into her ass.

Alex groans out, “OK spoke too soon. Shit that stings.”

“Want me to go back to what I was doing?”

Despite her white knuckle grip on her controller, she’s quick to turn down the offer, saying, “Nah man, go wild, guys love this shit, pound it out, I can take it dude.”

Getting a chance to assfuck Alex like this is a guilty dream come true and I start really going to town on her ass, my earlier concern quickly evaporating. I’m pulling my whole cock out and slamming it back in as rapidly as I can. The hellish treatment for her feels incredible to me; bottoming out in her ass again and again, never giving it any rest or the chance to close properly before I plow back in being the best part and seemingly the roughest for her.

In between grunts and groans Alex says, “Shit man, you really love that thing don’t ya.”

I can’t manage a reply and just continue slamming into her, taking her ass for all it was worth, not even caring if the rough treatment was giving her second thoughts about the whole arrangement. Alex’s ass was just the most incredible thing, no matter how many times I’d plunge into her and pull out, her asshole would still tightly grip my cock and warmly squeeze my whole length.

I soon feel a familiar pressure building in my balls. It’s like a switch turns on in my head, making me snake my hands under her hanging singlet and grab hold of both Alex’s tits, squeezing and mauling them with sudden violence while rutting her ass rabidly. Alex doesn’t have the biggest tits, maybe C cups, but they’re the perfect size to grab a handful of. I’m suddenly glad that she’s so fond of wearing these loose singlets without a bra.

Incredibly Alex keeps still throughout and doesn’t try to run away, she just leaves her ass where it is, letting me ravage her asshole. A minute of the abuse goes by before I slam in finally and pour my nut into her ass, practically filling it with jizz. It’s not until I come down until I realize how rough I was being and suddenly panic that Alex will want to call the whole thing off. Figuring this may be my last chance, I decided to push my luck while the cameras were still rolling and she was still in character. I ask Alex, “Can I fuck your mouth for a bit?”

To my surprise and delight, Alex just mumbles out, “Yeah man, go for it.”

I pull out of her ass, making sure to spread her open wide as I do and getting a good shot of my cock plopping out followed by a thick stream of cum. Watching my cum leak out of her ass, I get an idea. I place my cock under her ass so the cum drizzles onto it, I felt mean for giving Alex an unexpectedly obscene extra snack but with the cameras still rolling, I kept trying my luck.

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The Lesser Portal

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A Victorian Bagatelle

‘That was exactly my objection when dear Reggie first suggested it, Lyddie, but I assure you he was right, as usual. The sensation is not at all what one would expect.’

‘Reggie’ could only be Reginald Doyle, Esq., my old Cambridge rowing chum, now my colleague in a laboratory venture. The year before, he had won the hand of the captivating Mavis, the eldest of the three Courtenay sisters, each more bewitching than the last. As I told him on his wedding day, he was a lucky dog to have won, not only one of the prettiest and purest girls in all England, but to have got two chastely ornamental sisters thrown in gratis. Their father, though impeccably respectable, is by no means well-off, so Reginald had offered the unwed sisters a place under his roof.

It was the dark and austerely beautiful Mavis’s voice that I had heard coming from the other side of a clump of bushes.

‘But even so, is it not painful?’ This was the flaxen-haired Miss Lydia Courtenay speaking, the middle sister.

‘Oh well, at first, you know. But “patient practice bringeth progress”. Reggie was patience and gentleness itself. To speak truth, there is still a little… I will not call it pain, exactly, but a stretching, a sort of ache, even now. But somehow it only gives piquancy to the pleasure, like the heat of a good Indian curry.’

Miss Florence, the youngest of the three, asked, ‘But do you really prefer it to – to – the regular way?’ If the middle sister, Lydia, is a fair birch-nymph, Florence is more of the earth, with her broader, lightly-freckled features and merry brown eyes.

‘I dare say we will do it the regular way again, once in a while,’ said Mavis thoughtfully, ‘for variety, you know. When the time comes to start a family. But I find this other way, far the most delightful sensation I have ever experienced.’

I confess, eavesdropping is a social crime, and I should have walked on. But it has always been a weakness of mine, and I was intrigued. Could they really be discussing – what I thought they were discussing?

There was a silence while the two younger sisters considered all this. Then I heard the sweet voice of flaxen-haired Lydia again. ‘Is the action not rather frictive?’

‘Well, I dare say it would be,’ Mavis replied, ‘but Reginald is a scientist, you know. He has made up a lubricious compound that he applies liberally to himself just beforehand.’

‘But what about hygiene?’ Florence inquired. ‘I should have thought…’ She left the rest to the imagination.

‘Well, there again you see the advantage of marrying a scientist,’ Mavis replied triumphantly. ‘He uses in his laboratory work, a bulb made of springy India-rubber, a sort of miniature balloon type of a thing. Beforehand, I use one to cleanse myself internally with warm water. It takes a little time, but I find that it adds to the pleasure of anticipation.’ She added, ‘But in any case, the problem is not so great as one might imagine.’

‘When I marry, I shall marry a scientist,’ Lydia declared.

Mavis had a smile in her voice as she asked, ‘And do you have the handsome Mr Frederic Jaspers in mind, by any chance?’

I could imagine the blushes suffusing fair Lydia’s cheeks. I had suspected myself that she had warm feelings for Mr Jaspers – for me, in other words. And I confess I had a special feeling for her.

Lydia was spared replying by young Florence, who remarked teasingly, ‘You say you turned to this practice to defer starting a family, Mavis, but I can see another merit in it. Only you will be too strait-laced to own the merit.’

‘What “merit” is this, Flo?’ Mavis asked suspiciously.

‘Why,’ the irrepressible girl retorted, laughing, ‘it would allow an unmarried Miss to completely enjoy the person of her sweetheart, and yet, if she chose to marry another, on her wedding-night her husband would discover no evidence of her former indiscretion.’

‘Florence Courtenay,’ said Mavis severely, ‘your free thinking has led you astray. Now we must not sit here any longer. Reggie will expect our company for tea on the lawn.’

Since I was due to be present for the selfsame tea, I resumed walking and hastened out of earshot.

*

We were all seated around the tea-table on the sunlit lawn, and the maid was clearing away the tea-things. Reginald’s parents were there, and Mavis was listening and nodding agreement as they bemoaned the morals of the young. I had planned to ask fair bursa escort Lydia to accompany me in a turn about the fernery at such a point. The fernery lies along a red brick path that leads beyond the rose-beds, and has the attraction that it does not screen a couple from view, which might lead to gossip amongst the servants; yet at the same time it extends sufficiently far from the lawn for conversation to be inaudible.

However, Lydia’s expression during tea had showed that she was in pain, and soon after, she excused herself and went to her bedroom. The monthly ‘indisposition’, presumably.

The moment she was gone, young Miss Florence said to me, ‘Mr Jaspers, old Cummings has opened up a wonderful vista to the river,’ Cummings being the gardener, ‘but you really need to go around the fernery to see it. Please, do let me show you.’

One glance at her winning brown eyes and I happily assented.

While we were within earshot of Reginald and the others, Florence spoke innocently enough. ‘Mr Jaspers, I have been reading some of our British philosophers. Do you have an opinion of Mr Bentham?’

‘Everyone must respect the thoughts of such a mind, even if they do not precisely agree with them.’

Florence would not let me evade the question. ‘But do you concur with his Utilitarian axiom?’

I lowered my voice somewhat. ‘You mean, “The greatest happiness of the greatest number is the sole measure of right and wrong.” It is hard for the scientific mind to disagree.’

‘But when it comes to relations between men as individuals, there are certain customs and conventions…’ The conversation on the lawn was already a mere murmur.

‘Indeed there are.’

‘I say “men”, but I include of course both the male and the female of the species.’

‘Naturally.’

‘I confess I do not always see the utility of our customs.’ Again that merry glance. Now it had something sly in it. ‘Amongst the leading customs of our epoch is marriage.’

‘I take your drift.’

‘We are almost at the vista.’ The brick path was narrowed by overhanging ferns, so she walked ahead of me.

‘I must say, your Doodias are very fine,’ I remarked.

‘My what?’

‘These ferns. They are of the Doodia genus.’

She laughed. ‘The ferns are Lydia’s hobby, not mine. Well, what do you think of the vista?’

The view was delightful: beyond a near strip of wheat-field sprinkled with cornflowers, one saw willows with a glint of golden sunlight off the river between their trunks, and a broad gap in the willows framed far woods and low blue hills.

‘Charming,’ I said. ‘Though I would enjoy it better in other company.’

‘You hideous man! What do you mean?’

‘I mean, Miss Florence, that the delights of your own person distract me entirely from the merits of the landscape.’

‘Mr Jaspers! Let us return to philosophy.’ She did not blush – her eyes sparkled.

‘We had better look at the view,’ I suggested. ‘People will talk if they see us gazing at one another.’ I turned, and went on, ‘Philosophically, I am not a Christian, Miss Florence. If I acknowledge any deity, it is Venus.’

‘You express my own religious opinion perfectly. But the free expression of Her worship is limited by practical considerations.’

‘You mean that a man’s offering in the Temple of Venus may have a highly inconvenient outcome, especially for the lady involved.’

‘That is the risk, Mr Jaspers. But only if he completes his pilgrimage into the Temple through the Greater Portal. Consider. There is also a Lesser Portal.’

‘Very true. Society may condemn, but on a Utilitarian view, one can have no objection to the Lesser Portal, provided Hygieia is also given due devotion.’

‘And, I imagine, the Portal should be well lubricated.’

‘Indeed. Though – it is called the Lesser for a reason, Miss Florence. And when the pilgrim is of great size…’

‘Is the pilgrim of great size?’

‘In this case, yes,’ I admitted. Once, amidst the celebrations on the eve of leaving boarding school, a dozen of us chaps had compared the sizes of our excited generative organs. Mine had proved by far the largest.

‘Mm.’ This fact seemed to interest her. ‘Fortunately, the Portal is somewhat elastic.’

‘True. And like any muscle it may be educated, so to speak, through exercise. To become still more elastic.’

Florence gave a pious sigh. ‘Education is such a blessing. It is too often bursa escort bayan neglected in girls.’

I laughed. ‘Miss Florence, it is never too late to learn. But we have stood here long enough. If your sister should happen to look from her window… By-the-by, I hear a shipment of bonnets is to come into Cambridge from Paris by Tuesday.’

‘Three is often a convenient time to inspect Parisian bonnets.’

*

On Tuesday I had business in Cambridge. I happened to be passing the milliner’s at three, and so, chanced across Miss Florence. I waited respectfully while she exclaimed at the daintiness of the bonnets in the window. Then, when she had enjoyed teasing my patience long enough, she let me hand her a smallish package wrapped in brown paper tied with string. The package contained: a hollow India-rubber bulb with a stem; an eighth-pint jamjar of Reginald’s ‘lubricious compound’, the formula for which I had discovered in his commonplace-book; and a good length of solid India-rubber about an inch in diameter, rounded at the ends, which we had in the laboratory for some forgotten purpose.

Miss Florence tucked the package into her hand-bag, and mentioned that a bale of new ribbons was expected from Nottingham that day week. Then we went our separate ways.

The next week, outside the city’s best haberdasher’s she returned the length of rubber to me in its wrapping-paper, with a delighted smile. She smiled also when she showed me a wax candle of rather thicker diameter.

There was to be a display of new stuffs, she confided, at the gown-maker’s the next week.

And so it went on week by week – outside the gown-maker’s, the whalebone-corset maker’s, the importer of lace mantillas, the stockist of novels suitable for genteel ladies… Following the candle, carrots were pressed into service, increasing in thickness as the growing season progressed. Each week she showed me one, with a triumphant look; but I always shook my head. Old Cummings’s finest had sometimes the length, but never the all-important girth.

It was outside the ladies’ shoemaker’s that she said, laughing with a touch of hysteria, ‘Really, Mr Jaspers, I don’t know what to try next. Old Cummings’s cucumbers have got all the sticky-wilt this season. I can scarcely utilise a vegetable marrow or squash.’

‘When the vegetable kingdom can do no more, Miss Florence,’ I responded, ‘we must essay what living flesh and blood can do.’

A slow, mischievous smile spread across her captivating features.

*

We arranged to meet in a glade in a large, dense fox-covert. It was a warm day with the lightest of breezes. I followed a brook, as she had instructed me, turned aside at a huge beech tree, pressed cautiously through a screen of leaves, and found myself in a clearing fringed with bracken and bramble, walled with elder-bushes. In the centre was a carpet of bright green moss not much larger than a double bed. And on the moss reclined Miss Florence, turned three-quarters upon her front, with her skirts and petticoats pulled up to reveal her bare feet and legs – beautifully shaped and sturdy – and the snowy pillows of her buttocks. She appeared to be asleep.

The sun’s radiance made the glade more than warm. I swiftly divested myself of all my clothes. For a moment I cursed myself. I had forgotten to bring any of the lubricant compound! Then I noticed, next her elbow, the jar that I had given her, conveniently unlidded. I picked it up. Did I see the merest trembling of her eyelids?

No matter. Needless to say, my membrum virile was in a state of high excitement, jutting from me like a pine-trunk. I positively slathered it with the compound, then wiped my hand clean on the moss.

Then I knelt between her legs. Smitten by the beauty of her rump, I planted a tender kiss on its soft, milky roundness. She sighed, but did not move. With my hands, I parted the luxurious mounds, and inspected the round, puckered Portal thus revealed. My excitement intensified when I saw that anticipation had caused it to open a little. Resting on one elbow, I positioned myself so that my member, steered by my hand around its base, lightly touched the aperture.

Still she showed no sign of waking, but her breathing deepened. I laid my torso against her back and, delicately kissing her cheek, commenced my exertions with a gentle intrusion of half an inch. To my delight the ardent pilgrim met with no sense görükle escort of constriction.

At last the lovely girl showed that she was awake. She murmured, ‘My blouse… unbuttoned.’

I reached around her, and found that it was not only unbuttoned to the waist, but open, with no undergarment.

I seized her breasts with passion, their yielding flesh overflowing my hands. While I rubbed her springy nipples between my thumbs and fingers, I continued my penetrative efforts. After another half inch there was a distinct tightness, though the Portal was opening readily enough – it was my organ’s thickness that created all the difficulty. Still, the darling girl showed no sign of discomfort, so I pressed on.

When the head was right within the opening the resistance was strong, and she began to take short, pained breaths. I forced myself to pause my labours. But she urged me on with, ‘Don’t stop, dear Mr Jaspers. I will be taken utterly, by all your length, no matter what.’

Thus implored, I renewed my efforts. Inch followed inch. After the engorged head of my member passed right through the entrance passageway, I found the inside of the Temple to be more roomy, and also, the passage had begun to relax a little more.

Seizing my hand, Miss Florence moved it down past her skirts and pressed it to her mons veneris, against that pearl of living tissue which is the highest source of physical delight in women. Then she moved my fingers against her.

Now my whole shaft and the head were fully buried in her rear. I commenced a rhythmic in-and-out. Again and again I withdrew almost my full length, and then drove in with steady force. Soon, in my ardour, I increased the tempo. Her breath came in frantic gasps, her eyes were closed, a joyous smile was spread across all her features. I increased the tempo further. Her body bounced at the termination of every thrust, as I drove faster and faster between those twin hillocks that guarded the Shrine of my Bliss.

All too soon I made my offering. Such a wave of heavenly pleasure passed over me that I seemed to be drowning. Miss Florence gasped, ‘I feel it! Oh, Mr Jaspers! I feel – your pulsing – your manly fluids!’ She fiercely pressed my moving fingers to her, and in the next moment she too was experiencing the holy spasms of physical ecstasy.

Afterwards I dressed, and we lay side-by-side, listening to the drowsy buzzing of bees among the elder-flowers, and comparing the novel sensations we had just enjoyed. We determined that the day’s experiment would be repeated whenever we had the opportunity.

And then Miss Florence declared rather sternly, ‘But only until we tire of each other, Mr Jaspers. For I have no thought of matrimony yet, and there are many handsome men in the world.’

‘Though few as well equipped,’ I retorted. ‘And many pretty women, besides. Though truth be told, I have been toying with the idea of proposing to Lydia.’

‘But how splendid! I should like to keep your magnificent manhood in the family. From what Mavis has said, it must be near twice the size of Reginald’s. Only, I wonder what Lyddie will say when I tell her of this afternoon’s escapade?’

I sat up as if propelled by compressed air. ‘What?’

‘We three sisters have a pact, did you not know? We are sworn to have no secrets from one another.’

‘But -‘

‘Hush, silly man. I own there’s a chance she’ll be angry that I’ve cut in ahead of her, but I dare say her anger will fall mainly on me.’

‘Please, Miss Florence, I beseech you, do no such thing.’

‘Fiddlesticks. I have taken a sacred vow. Now, be off with you, as it’s almost tea-time, and we must not be seen to approach the house together.’

*

Miss Florence and I continued to meet in the glade once a week or so, and our communions became longer, but no less blissful. Meanwhile, I noticed a change in Miss Lydia’s comportment towards me. She still blushed when we spoke, but there was more of pure embarrassment than of a maidenly shyness born of a yearning heart. And the virtuous Mavis often looked at me as if from a great height.

Then, late in the summer, we were all gathered again for one of the regular tea-times at Reginald’s. We sat in the drawing-room, the full warmth of summer having passed. The fernery could be clearly seen through the French windows. While others were conversing, I several times noticed Florence nod encouragingly to the flaxen-haired Lydia, and even mouth the words, ‘Go on.’

Came a lull in the conversation. Lydia blushed very prettily, until at last she broke the silence with, ‘Oh! Mr Jaspers, I almost forgot. Florence told me some while ago, how you remarked upon my ferns. Do come outside with me, and we can discuss my – Doodias.’

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Back to school

Erica sighed, lifting the last box out of her car’s trunk and slamming it shut. She looked up at the building in front of her, her old high school that she was coming back to. It was hot, well over a hundred degrees, which wasn’t surprising. This was Phoenix in the summer, and even though it was barely 10 am and she had only moved a few large boxes into her new classroom, she was already covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“I have got to lose a few pounds.” She muttered to herself as she lifted the final box and headed inside. It was only 6 years ago that she was a student here, but her physique had changed quite a bit. She had gained weight in collage, as most people do, and had shed most but not all of the pounds. She was by no means obese, but she didn’t feel ready to throw on her old bikini yet. She still got the checked out, but remembered her old body wistfully and longingly. She promised herself she would make good use of the gym at the school.

She entered the large brick building and felt the cool air blow over her, causing a slight shiver as the sweat cooled. That’s the nice thing about Arizona, everything had good air, but sometimes it got too cold. Erica put the box down and threw the shirt she was carrying over her shoulder on. The red tank top was nice for outside, but in here she needed another layer. She carried the box to her assigned classroom and put it with the rest, then stood up and stretched her back. The room was bare, nothing on any of the walls… kinda depressing. Erica though back to her time at the school and thought she might have had a class here. Junior year? English? She couldn’t quite remember.

She stepped out into the hall, looking up and down for any signs of life, not expecting anyone else to be here. It was the first day teachers could start coming in to start getting ready, and while there were a few other cars in the lot, she had not seen anyone yet. Her room was on the upper floor, grouped with the other English classrooms. She looked at the boxes and decided they could wait a minute while she gave herself a brief tour. A refresher, she decided, getting the lay of the land back.

She went downstairs to the gym area, checking out the empty girl’s locker room. She was assisting with the girls JV soccer team this year, so she checked out the equipment room. She was pleased with the status, everything was organized neatly and labeled, and whoever was in charge down here was neat to the point of anal retentive. Made her job easier, she thought as she moved on, checking out the gym.

This place was already buzzing. She felt the eyes hit her right away as she stepped in. There were at least a dozen students in here already, all boys, and the room was filled with grunts and the smell of sweat. The sounds died down as she walked through, more and more eyes following her as she moved. She smiled shyly, pleased with the attention but a little bit embarrassed. She pulled her shirt to try to help cover up her exposed cleavage, unaware that all she was really doing was drying attention to her large breasts.

A man at the end of the gym stood up. He looked a bit older then Erica, her guess was in his early thirties, but he was tall and handsome. His head was shaved, but he had striking green eyes and an amazing smile as he moved closer to her. He must have been at least 6 feet tall, maybe taller, but he clearly stood over her 5’4″ frame. Erica saw him sneak a glimpse at her chest for the briefest of seconds before he looked in her eyes and smiled at her. “Good morning, Miss…” He said, extending his hand.

“Um… Shelton” Erica stumbled over her own name, blushing under the attention of this good looking man. She shook his hand, her hand engulfed in his, feeling his strong grip. “Erica Shelton, I’m a new English teacher here, just checking out the school and looking around, I’m also assisting with the JV soccer team and though I would see what’s going on…” she realized she was rambling and felt her blush deepen. She cleared her throat and gave her best winning smile. “And you are?”

“Connor Thomas. Assistant football coach and history teacher. It’s a pleasure to meet you Erica.” His smile stayed just as bright and confidant as before as he broke the handshake. Erica risked a brief glance at his hands… no ring. Good start. She checked him out some more as he barked a few sentences at the students in the room. “You guys get back to work, you’re here because you want to make the team, not because you’re on it!” Turning his attention back to Erica, he shrugged slightly, and she could make out his fit body under his tight shirt. “Sorry, these guys don’t know what to do with themselves around a lady.”

Erica smiled and gave a slight chuckle, even though it wasn’t that funny. “No worries, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What time do they usually stop using the facilities? I was hoping to use them myself at some point, but I don’t know the schedule…”

Connor escort bursa nodded and moved toward his desk, showing Erica the normal time frames for who was using the gym. Usually faculty used it after school and sports practices, around 7 or 8 at night. Erica nodded, half paying attention and half undressing Connor in her head. She shook it off… she had just met this guy, this was ridiculous. She was admittedly horny, she hadn’t had sex since breaking up with her on again off again boyfriend 4 months ago, but that was no excuse. She needed to get herself together.

“Well, thanks Mr. Thomas, I’ll come back another time then.” She straightened up, sticking out her hand again and shaking his firmly. She started moving to the door when he interrupted her.

“Um… first, it’s Connor, and second… you being new in town, if you need someone to show you around or anything, let me know. I’m always around.” He was checking her out again, a bit more obviously this time, and she blushed again. She saw a few of the players nudge each other or nod in her direction.

“I actually grew up here, so I know the area pretty well, but thanks… Connor.” She left in a hurry before the blushing overtook here. It was good for the ego, though. A handsome, well-built football coach was hitting on her. Life could be worse.

She continued her tour of the school. Cafeteria, empty. Auditorium… brought back memories. She was part of the drama society when she went here as a student. Drama geeks were her people, and she had had a lot of fun in this area. Lots of areas to hide and get away from people… the catwalks, the orchestra pit, the prop cage and costume area, dressing rooms… she promised herself to get back involved. Her drama teacher still worked at the school, Erica would give her a call and see how to chip in.

Her next stop was the main administrative offices. No one in the teacher lounge, but someone had made coffee, so Erica grabbed a cup. She went to see if the principal was there, just to say hi, thanks for the job, all that.

The principal’s secretary wasn’t at her desk, yet her purse was there, the computer was on. Shrugging, Erica want to knock on the principal’s door, but stopped when she heard a muffled noise from the other side. It may have been a while for her, but the sounds were unmistakable, even through the door. Someone as clearly getting fucked in that room, and enjoying it.

“Harder, fuck me…” Erica’s eyes were wide as she leaned in to listen. Her breathing got shallower as she pressed her ear to the door, listening harder. She could hear a rhythmic beat through the door, a slapping mixed with a squeak, and a deep grunt. A woman was talking, almost screaming “Fuck me, Don, harder, fill my pussy with your cock… I’m about to cum!” She screamed, followed by a loud moan.

Erica looked around quickly, making sure no one was around, then pressed her ear harder to the door. She felt herself getting wet, her panties getting damp, and her own juices mixing with the sweat. She pressed her legs together, biting her bottom lip as the moaning grew louder. The rhythm got faster, and finally the woman’s voice died down. A man’s voice then spoke “Get down here on your knees, I’m about to cum.” Erica wanted to stay and listen, but was more afraid of getting caught. With a gasp and a moan, not wanting to pull away, she gritted her teeth and quietly moved away from the door, making her way back to her room.

Over the next few hours, Erica focused on the room, setting up the desks, putting up posters, getting everything ready. She was aware she would change the setup at least three times before school actually started, but that’s how she was. Constantly changing her mind on an impulse, she could never stand for things to be the same for two long. No matter if it was decorating her apartment or being in a relationship, it never lasted that long. She just found flaws in everything quickly.

She was sitting at her desk, looking over lesson plans, when there was a knock on her door. She looked at the door for a minute, confused, before answering hesitantly. “Come in?”

Connor’s head poked in, followed by the rest of his body. He smiled, stepping in, looking over the room, taking it in. It was clear he had just showered, Erica could smell the soap from here, and he had changed into a plain blue tee and some black shorts. Erica turned in her chair, facing him and smiling. “What’s up, Mr. Th… Connor?”

“Wow, done a lot in a brief time. The room looks good, there’s no way mine is this set up until the day before school starts.” He walked around, checking the room out as he talked. “I just wanted to tell you the guys were done for the day in the gym, if you wanted to go down.” Erica noticed the turn of phrase and licked her lips slightly.

“Hey, let me ask you a question…” Erica got up and moved to the door, looking out into the hall before shutting it and locking it. She bursa escort moved back to her desk and sat down, while Connor sat on the corner. Erica leaned forward slightly, getting closer and giving Connor a great view down the front of her shirt. “Is there anything going on with the principal and his secretary?”

Connor laughed, nodding slightly. “That’s the rumor, anyways. It’s the worst kept secret on campus if it’s true. Why, did you see something?”

Erica nodded slightly, then shrugged “Well…kinda. I was going to stop by and say hi and thanks for the job, but she wasn’t at her desk. I went to knock, but before I did I heard… well, to be blunt, I heard him fucking her brains out.” Erica looked right in Connor’s eyes, raising an eyebrow and trying to gauge his reaction.

“Really? How can you be sure it was her? And how do you know how good it was?” he moved closer, closing the distance between them to almost nothing. She could feel the heat off his body and could smell his scent mixing with the soap. She was getting wet again, she knew, but she didn’t know if she could ignore it again.

“Well, I’m not sure it was her, but I’ve never met her, so I don’t know her voice, but her purse was at her desk. As for how good it was… well, she was quite vocal. I was kind of jealous.” She smiled again, placing her hand on Connor’s knee. “I’d love to have someone make me scream like that.”

Connor jumped slightly at her touch, then recovered, grinning widely and moving closer on her desk, making her hand ride up so that it was almost touching the obvious outline of his hardening shaft. She could feel his cock twitch through his shorts. “And if someone made you scream like that, what would you give in return?”

Erica had had enough of this game, as fun as it was. She had been eye fucked by a number of young athletes, and their coach, listened to their principal pound his secretary, then got hit on by the handsome, athletic assistant again. A woman could only take so much.

“Oh, if a guy could make me scream like that, I guess I would give anything he wanted.” She smiled up at him for another brief second before reaching up, grabbing the waistline of his shorts and pulling them down, releasing his rigid shaft in the air. Grabbing the base with her right hand, she leaned in and, without hesitation, took the length into her mouth and slowly started bobbing up and down.

“Oh shit…” Connor said in surprise, standing up in surprise before Erica pushed him back to the desk, hard, her mouth still attached to his dick. She was hungry, sloppy, spit dripping down his cock onto her chin and on his balls. She was pulling his shorts down further, off his legs as she continued the attack on his impressive rod. Finally she broke off the attack, leaning back and looking up at him hungrily as she pulled off her top, releasing her 36d breasts.

“I’m done playing around, I want to fuck. I don’t expect anything afterwards. Deal?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in again, licking his shaft from base to head, savoring the taste of his sweat, the soap, and the natural taste of his skin. She began jerking his shaft as she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking on it gently but greedily, looking up at him.

Connor quickly shed his shirt, revealing a well chiseled body and well defined abs. “Sounds fine to me… so far, you’re an amazing little cock sucker.” His hands found her brown hair, wrapping it around his fingers. He stared into her eyes as she swapped his balls back and forth in her mouth as she kept jerking him off. “I believe you said you’d give anything?”

Erica nodded, popping his ball out of her mouth. “IF I was made to scream like she was screaming. I know what you’re asking. Make me scream, then do whatever you want.” She ran her tongue back up his shaft and took his length back into her mouth, trying to swallow the whole of his dick into her throat. She gagged, looking up at him, trying to take it all in.

He wrapped his fingers tighter and pulled her further down. Tears welled up in Erica’s eyes as she forced herself to relax, letting him push his head into her throat. He moaned, holding her there for a moment before pulling back, letting her off his shaft. She immediately leaned forward onto her desk as Connor stood up, pulling off his shoes and socks. She breathed hard, looking at his as he came forward. He grabbed her hair, pulling her onto her feet and kissing her hard. She melted into him, pressing her soft breasts into her chest and feeling the warmth of his body. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her large breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his fingers, taking them in his hand and pinching them, gently at first, then quickly getting rough.

Erica moaned into the kiss as Connor started getting rougher with his hands. A little pain was a good thing in sex. She wanted to feel it, feel him take control. When he broke the kiss and took bursa merkez escort bayan her nipple between his lips, then his teeth as he bit down hard. She cried out, feeling her panties now soaked as he began to take over. Letting her nipple go, he stood up and stepped back. “Take off your cloths, Erica.” He said, firmly, confidently, and she immediately obeyed. He looked her up and down, smiling, noticing the small brown landing strip leading to her pretty pink pussy.

Erica was suddenly self-conscious, seeing him look her over and thinking he was judging her. “I… I can go take a shower if you want, I just realized I’ve been sweating all day…” She blushed, looking down at the floor, so when Connor stepped forward and pushed her back into her chair she fell back, startled. He dropped to his knees quickly, grabbing her ankle and throwing it over his shoulder as he leaned in and shoved his tongue into her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh jesus, Connor, eat me…” she whispered hoarsely as she felt him licking her with long strokes of his tongue, up and down her slit, fingers flicking her firm clit in quick, rapid movements. She reached forward to grab his hair before realizing his shaved head made this impossible, she just grabbed the arms of her chair and spread her legs wider, trying to give him a better angle. She was still slightly self-conscious in this position, seeing her little bit of fat apparent as she moaned, but her thoughts were quickly overcome by pure lust and animal instincts.

Connor reached up with his left hand, roughly grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple. His right hand moved up to her pussy, looking up at her as he slowly pushed two fingers into her cunt as he moved up to suck her clit hard. He felt her stiffen and her back arch as they entered her, and he began a slow, steady pace of pushing into her, trying to curl his fingers and find her g spot. He felt her beginning to push back against his hand, taking his fingers as deep as they would go while he continued tonguing her sensitive little nub.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of Erica’s dripping snatch being finger fucked, and her whispering and whimpering, enjoying every move. When Connor added a third finger, the whimpers turned to moans. When he moved his left hand and pushed his finger into her tight, puckered asshole, she went crazy.

“I need your cock now, please, please, fuck me fuck me hard slam your cock into me…” She started, begging, bucking against his hands and grabbing her own breasts, squeezing them hard. She felt the fingers being pulled out of her, and felt an ache of emptiness for a moment, knowing she needed more. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was whimpering. She felt Connors fingers in her hair again as she was jerked forward on her knees. She gasped and opened her eyes, seeing his cock swinging directly in front of her face, and quickly attacked it with her hungry mouth again.

She sucked him greedily and sloppily for a minute, covering his shaft with spit before he pulled her up and pushed her over her desk, bending her over at the waist. He had to bend her knees slightly, lining his ridged pole up with her slit, then shoving it in in one fluid motion, pushing into her all the way to the base of his cock.

Erica’s eyes flew open as she felt Connor enter her, fill her all the way, his balls slapping into her. He slapped her ass, hard, before grabbing her hips and beginning to slowly pull in and out. She pressed her palms flat against her desk, pushing herself up and looking over her shoulder at him. His smile was gone, now looking focused, determined as he kept up a slow but strong pace, accentuating his thrusting with an occasional slap, spanking her as he felt her cunt contract and squeeze around him. She was tight, obviously had not had sex in a while. He noticed her looking over her shoulder at him, staring him in the eye, and he slapped her ass even harder. She moaned loud, finally getting to the volume he wanted.

“Tell me what you want, Erica. Loud.” He slapped her again, then grabbed both hips and made sure she felt his thrusting, pushing into her, slamming his hips against her.

“Fuck me…” Erica whispered, pushing against him, taking his cock as deep as she could.

“Louder.” He let go of her hips and reached forward, grabbing her swinging breasts and pulling her back by them. He squeezed her tits, hard, and kissed her neck, hard, almost biting her. Her nipples were hard, and she responded to him, grinding against him.

“Fuck me!! Hard!! Fill me with that fucking cock!!” she screamed, needing it, hungry to be fucked, ridden, needing the fire quenched.

Connor let go of her breasts, letting her collapse on the desk and picking up the pace, beginning to pound into her with more force, faster. She was now moaning constantly, letting him ride her to his contentment. Looking down at her body splayed over her desk, shaking with every thrust, he loved the look of his dick entering her pale, soft pink pussy. He spanked her again, then once again pressed his finger against her asshole, pushing in, fingering her ass while his dick violated her twat. He reached forward again and roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and whispering in her ear.

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A Friend in Need

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Moving day has arrived! Just finishing my breakfast, I hear a large truck moving into our driveway. I look out the window and see my best friend from grade school stepping out of the truck.

Recently, my friend and his wife had hit some financial troubles. They live in the next State over where he works in a firm and she is a stay at home mom. The past couple of years had been tough. The raise he thought he was going to be getting fell through. They had made some big purchases in anticipation of that extra money and now realize that wasn’t the smartest thing to have done. He had to sell the house and a few other things just to pay off the debt they were in. He was in the process of job searching while they located a new living arrangement. With no house and no idea where his new job would be found, my friend was going to temporarily move his wife and three kids into his parents house.

My wife and I decided to help them out by letting them store a couple of their items in our garage. Hence, the big moving truck in our driveway.

I went out and greeted them, giving my buddy a handshake and hugging Rebecca, his wife. I might’ve known my buddy from grade school but we both met Rebecca in college. I always thought she was attractive but she took to his buddy right off the bat. I was admittedly a little jealous at first. She was a slim petite brunette with long hair and beautiful eyes. She kind of reminded me of Anna Kendrick in a plain sort of way. She was always at the apartment my buddy and I shared while they were dating and we all grew close. I’ve always considered her a sister. She even introduced me to my wife.

My wife and I met a couple of years after I met Rebecca. I love her to death but we’ve been in a rut. We were very passionate early on and couldn’t wait to have children. After our daughter was born, we just got stuck. I know it’s a phase but it just sucks being in it. Neither of us can say one thing to each other without the other person taking it wrong. We nitpick over the dumbest things and we both know it. We are just too stubborn to admit it to each other. It will pass I’m sure but it’s definitely hurt our sex life. My wife gained weight after the pregnancy and never managed to lose it. That led to self-esteem issues and feelings of inadequacy no matter how often I tried to assure her that it didn’t matter to me. We maybe have sex once a month. When she was pregnant, I swear we only had sex seven times the entire year. It takes a ton of foreplay to get her in the mood, to go through her insecurities about why I still find her attractive, some more getting her in the mood until she finally relents. It’s much faster just to jerk off and not deal with it. She enjoys it once we get going. I know she’s not faking it. We actually talked about that a little bit a while back. She says she just doesn’t have a very active labido.

All this to say, the full hug I received from Rebecca got me stirring. She was wearing a V-neck white T-shirt and pink jogging shorts. I didn’t really start noticing anything until we were unloading the truck. Every time she bent to set down a box I got a great view of her tits. They probably aren’t the best I’ve ever seen but I’ve always wondered about what hers look like. After being starved from sex for so long, every little glimpse of strange titties gives me a hard on.

After everything was unloaded, we decided to unwind. kuşadası escort I fired up the grill, cracked open a couple of beers and we had a really good time. It was starting to get late and we decided it would just be easiest if they stayed here for the night. My buddy and Rebecca we’re going to be crashing in the guestroom. Their three kids could sleep with our little one in the same room.

As soon as we got the kids down, I went outside to sit down and Rebecca joined me. We were just catching up on how life was going when we heard a lot of laughing coming from the kitchen. My wife walks out, still laughing, and says, “It’s not my fault! I tried to stop him!”

Rebecca got out of her chair saying, “Oh my god, do you have whiskey here?” She walks in yelling at him and I asked my wife what happened?

She replied, “he found your bottle of Jack and took two shots. I took the bottle from him and he wrestled it back for me. He immediately took two more shots. He’s going to try and get wasted if she doesn’t stop him!”

“Rebecca! Let him do it! That’s his bottle now!” I yelled.

My buddy got good and drunk. The four of us sat on the patio and talked. My wife eventually went to bed because she had to work in the morning. Shortly after I snuck into my closet and grabbed some blunts I had been saving. My wife and I rarely smoke but I got some from the kid down the street in hopes this occasion might happen. When I brought it out, Rebecca laughed and my buddy was passed out cold.

“Geez! What a lightweight!” I said sitting down.

She snorted, “I doubt very much you could drink that much and be good.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t tease him about it. You want?” I handed her the blunt and she hesitated for a moment. I was about to pull it away when she reached over and grabbed it.

“I haven’t had one since college.” She said as she sat back and took a puff. After she coughed and handing it over, I chuckled. I looked over at my buddy, still out cold and snoring. We passed the blunt back and forth a couple of times.

“So,” I asked casually, “how are you and the butt head doing?”

She took a drag and looked at him, exhaled and paused. “We’ll make it. Once he pulls his head out of his ass. I’m not going to lie, it’s been tough. He’s so stressed he can’t even get it up.” Her eyes popped recognizing she had casually said something very personal, “… I didn’t say that. Damn this shit always made me loose.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been there. The lady and I are having a rough time too. I guess all couples do. I just don’t think she and I are compatible sexually anymore. If we never did it again she’d be just fine with it, I think. It’s been, what, almost a month now?”

“Geez! You aren’t cheating are you?”

“God no! Not that I haven’t thought about it… sometimes I feel justified.”

“And women wonder why men stray. My momma told me before he and I got married, ‘girl, they need that shit worked! If you won’t, someone else will!'” She laughed at my shocked face.

“I always took your mom for a prude.” I said.

“Oh she is but she kept my daddy happy. 41 years and he’s still there.”

I nodded my head, “So my boy is a happy man then, huh?”

“He better be! Well, once things settle down, I’m sure he will be again.”

“And you?” There was a moment that dragged on. She leaned over sideways towards me, brushed her hair over her shoulder and tucked her feet underneath her. My eyes immediately went to her cleavage. They were nice C cups and, while age and breastfeeding had certainly started to take their toll, they still seemed quite nice to me.

“I manage as best I can but my fingers ain’t a dick…” she saw my eyes and looked down to see what I was staring at. She looked at me with a smirk, “You perve!” She sat up and adjusted her shirt.

“What!” I said feigning innocence.

“Mhmm, I know when a guy is looking at my tits.”

“Give me a break! You put them in my face and I haven’t seen any in a month! They were like magnets!” I was laughing and she still had a smile so I figured all was good.

She sighed and leaned back over, this time making a show of pulling her neckline down. She has a sultry look on her face and says, “Just a favor for a friend. I don’t know why you’d want to look at these sagging tits anyways.”

“Oh, stop with the insecurities! You know you look good. I’ve always wondered what yours looked like.”

She sat up straight in her chair, put the back of her hand to her head and slid down in the chair doing her best southern belle accent, “Stop! You’re making me blush.” Slouched, she looked at me sideways, “I knew you liked me. I always thought it a good compliment that you did. It’s nice to feel desired.”

She looked down at her chest and lowered her neck line again. “Is this good?” She asked.

“Meh, it’s ok.” I said, wondering where this was going. She clasped her hands together down by her groin and squeezed her boobs together.

“Like this?” She said.

“A little better.” I replied. My eyes were wide and my heart was beating out of my chest. I edged to the front of my chair that was facing her and leaned forward. I was so close I was sure she could feel me breathing on her skin.

She rolled her chin to her shoulder and looked into my eyes. She brought her hand to her breast and pulled her tit out of her bra, exposing a dark colored nipple to the cool night air. It was hard as a rock and goose bumps started to spread over her body. In a barely audible tone, she whispered, “How about now?”

I reached over and grabbed her breast. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. “Definitely.” I said. I rolled her nipple around and massaged her breast. I pulled and twisted it. Rubbed and fondled.

She grabbed my hand and sat up. Guiding me out of my chair, she pulled me to stand in front of her. Her eyes were glued to mine as her hands went to my waistband. I looked at my buddy who was still snoring loudly. Her hands paused, “Can you keep a secret?” Turning my head back to her, I noticed her breathing was quickened too. I bent down to kiss her and she lifted a hand to stop me. She backed her head up slightly, “This isn’t a love affair, just scratching an itch.”

I nodded my head in understanding of the situation. Her eyes went to my pants. My bulge clearly indicated I was more than ready for her touch. She stroked the outside of my pants, massaging my legs and working in towards my throbbing cock. She used her palm to rub my shaft starting from the balls going all the way to the head. She turned her hand sideways and slowly caressed back down. I close my eyes and leaned my head back. Her hands went up to my waist where she slowly pulled my shorts down to my knees. My cock throbbed and pulsed as it pointed right at her.

She leaned forward and breathed in my sent. I could feel the air movement on my shaft. With finger tips, she lightly traced my cock, going up to its head then back to its base. Outward she caressed to my legs then back to my balls. She had a smile as she stared at my shaft, her face so achingly close. If I moved an inch, I would be touching those beautiful lips. I held back in aching anticipation, letting her guide me along whatever boundaries she had in mind. I clearly had none.

She was using one hand to slowly stroke me when I felt the pointed tip of her tongue tickling the bottom of my shaft right below the head. “Holy fuck, you’re killing me.” Slowly she wrapped her lips over my swollen head and began stroke me with her hand. Her tongue tickled just underneath causing and audible grown that made me look down.

What a beautiful sight, seeing this woman who has been just another friend all these years, having her lips wrapped around my cock. She pulled her mouth off but continued a steady slow stroke. I followed that beautiful sight down to her chest revealing her tits out, being squeezed together. I continued the path of her arm further down seeing her hand disappear into her shorts. The sight of her pleasuring herself was magnificent.

She looked over at her husband who was still snoring and then looked back at me, “Want me to show you a neat trick?”

All I could manage was a small nod. With that she began sucking me off eagerly. Both of her hands grabbed my hips and her lips kissed the base of my cock! I’m not a big buy by any means but I’ve never been deepthroated. My eyes bulged as I grabbed the back of her head. After about a count of five, she finally gagged and I released her head. She backed up all the way and began bobbing her head as fast as she could all the way down and all the way back. I could not keep this up long. The thick saliva from her throat coated my cock and the lubricant was like nothing I had felt before. I watched as she furiously rubbed her clit. Her tits shook so nicely. I was on the edge! I reached down and grabbed her nipple, giving it a nice squeeze. She groaned on my cock and I lost it. Rope after thick rope of built up cum spilled into her mouth.

Once she felt it, she rammed down on my cock hard! Her left hand squeezed my ass as her right hand assaulted her clit. She began screaming as she hit base and climaxed herself. It was a deep, groaning scream that vibrated my cock, sending shivers all over my body and made my knees start to buckle.

Bent over, I hugged her head as she held on to me. Slowly I reached for the chair and sat down, shorts around my ankles. My head lolled over to her and she was breathing heavily and looked at me through red, tear filled eyes.

She smiled and held up one finger indicating me to wait. She stood up, walked over to her husband and undid his pants. “What the hell?” I thought. She grabbed his penis and spit everything onto his cock and wiped her face on his stomach. She zipped him back up and plopped back into her chair.

I pulled my pants up and laughed. She smiled, “He’ll wake up thinking I gave him what you got. It’ll boost his ego and we’ll have a secret story that never happened to talk about the rest of our lives.”

I shook my head. “Thank you Rebecca. That was definitely a first for me.”

She shrugged, “What are friends for?” I got up and laughed. I never had a friend like her before. Wish I had more.

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Weekend Training Seminar

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(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her.

I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven… more breathtaking… a kind of panting method. I hope you all enjoy it as well and look forward to reading your comments.

For those readers who prefer my normal style, I assure you this is but a temporary detour and I will be submitting some more of my usual, longer-winded narrations soon.

PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.)

We meet in the hotel lounge… it’s the 1st night of the weekend training seminar… a peer introduces us and as my eyes slip down from your delicate features to crawl over your petite frame my heart races… my breath catches… you are beautiful… sexy… so, so sexy… in your skirt and blouse… heels lifting your tan legs… no need for nylons…

You grin… your eyes mirror my own racing pulse… and I know… we know… no need for words…

We’re there on business though… we have to play the game… have to mingle and chat… make small talk with all the others… present a sense of decorum… but it is hard… it is so hard… the electricity… we both feel it… it’s numbing… it blinds us to the rings…

We stumble over some words… stagger through the conversation… my mind is not on what we are saying… not out loud… it is focused on our silent words… on you… you are so hot…

I want to touch you… there… in front of everyone… I want to put my arms around you… pull you to me… feel you against me… feel your heat… taste your passion… you want it too… I see it in the sparkle of your eyes… in your teeth clutching your bottom lip… but we can’t… we have to pretend… have to act right… for now…

We prepare to separate… to break away… until… so we can mingle with the others… keep up appearances… until…

By the way…

Your room number is…

And we both know…

We mingle… we chat with others… I catch glimpses of you… see your sexy body shifting its stance… see your beautiful smile shine… and I see you glancing my way as well… your eyes sparkle… and my breath catches…

I grow anxious… I want the time to pass… the get-together to end… but the minutes pass as if they were days… the hours as if weeks… it’s irritating… but I must be patient…

It ends… finally…

I wait in my room… impatiently pacing away more minutes… I don’t want to bump into our peers in the hall… don’t want them to know… so I wait… and I pace… until I can’t wait any longer… the passions you have awakened in me will no longer be denied… I need to… I need to know what it’s like… what it’s like to hold you… to touch you… to kiss you… to… to…

At your door I lightly rap…

You ask… your shadow at the peephole… I feel you on the other side… sense your heat…

I answer…

You open the door…

Oh god your magnificent…

You’ve changed… you’re in a short, silk robe… deep red… you hold it closed with one small hand… delicate fingers… from beneath its hem your legs reach down to your bare feet…

With the door shut behind us you stand near the bed… looking at the floor… smiling at me through the tops of your eyes… your acting shy… we both know it’s an act… but you are good at it… my cock twitches as I stare at you… and I cannot wait any more…

I grab you… I grab your shoulders and I pull you to me… smashing you against me… lifting you to your toes… you raise your face… and I lean down…

Our lips touch… smash… meld together… then part… my tongue slides against your teeth… then meets yours… and they swirl together…

Your hands are against my chest… scratching at my shirt… digging at the material… trying to reach the flesh beneath….

My one hand slips down and around your back… smashing you tighter against me… I feel your heat through the robe… my other reaches down to cup your ass… partially exposed from beneath the garment… my finger tips squeeze the fleshy orb…

We kiss long… hard… our lips part only to meet again… our tongues duel… slide around the other… and we kiss again…

Our bodies are aflame… our passions scorching…

We shift our feet… our bodies…

We are pressed against each other… melding into one… my cock throbs… your heart pounds… we feel them through our clothes…

Your tits are pressed against me… flattened…

You start to writhe against me… your smaller body rubbing… firmly… you slip your legs… around one of mine… my thigh… your crotch… my hand on your ass… pressing… squeezing… scratching…

You feel so good… so hot… so inviting…

My bursa escort lust is fueled… my cock throbs… hungrily… I press it against you… pull you into me… and you writhe even more…

Is that what you want…

Yes…

We kiss… hard… long… passionate… our bodies rubbing… my cock throbbing… your heart pounding… kissing… lips… tongues… kissing… and again…

Our hungers are raging… our needs devouring…

I lift my hands to grab the top of your robe… and I pull down… it slips from your shoulders… baring your delicate flesh… we have to allow air between us… the garment falls to the floor… and now you are exposed to me… your body… so hot… so sexy…

But no time to stare now… not now… as we continue to kiss… your own hands are busy… grabbing at my shirt… snapping at the buttons… tearing it open… pulling it from my shoulders… and it falls to the floor as well…

My arms wrap around you again… drive your body against mine… smash your exposed breasts… your swollen nipples… against my own bared flesh…

And we kiss… long… hard…

Again your legs encase mine… your crotch rubs against my thigh… your lust is growing… and you let me know…

I break our kisses… pull away from your lips… and drop to the crook of your neck… where I kiss your flesh… your hair in my face… your scent in my nose… your body against mine… I kiss… I nibble… and you sigh…

You squirm against me… your petite body writhing… pressing… my hand squeezes your ass… my thigh rubs your crotch… you feel so good… so damn good… I’m raging inside… my cock leaps in my pants… throbs with the hunger you have ignited… I pull you into me… hard… pressing my hardening member against you… your own need is boiling… you whimper… you pant…

I kiss… I nibble… your shoulder… your neck… your collarbone… I breath into your ear… whisper… dirty words… naughty thoughts… your crotch jumps against my thigh… your body grinding…

My hands slide to your waist… grip you… firmly… I lift you… and I step forward…

The bed is behind you… your legs touch it… I lean onto the mattress… lower you… lay you down… and I lay with you…

I continue nibbling… kissing… as my hands roam over your body… your naked body… touching your flesh… caressing you… loving you… I touch your breast… cup it… massage it… you lift yourself… raise your back… push yourself into my hand… and you whimper…

Are you hot… And wet…

Yes… Oh yes…

You shift… turn partially sideways… your hands… they crawl between us… dig at my belt… I lift up to make it easier… soon I have to pull away from you… removing my clothes… I miss you… your heat… your scent… your body…

Naked… I return to your side… pressing our bodies together… my hands roaming again… my lips on yours… I slide a leg between yours… wetness against my skin… your hand… there… between my legs… your fingers… wrapped around my cock… pulling… tugging… as it grows rigid in your touch…

My hand cups a tit… and now I lower my face… drop my mouth to the other fleshy mound… your nipple is hard… swollen… standing erect with your lust… I kiss it… lick it… wrap my lips around it… suck on it… draw it into my mouth… suckle it… my teeth nibble… and nip… my hand massages the other… cups and fondles it… manipulates the flesh… twirls its aching nipple… My other hand snakes up… slides beneath your neck… the fingers filling themselves with your hair…

I yank back on your hair… I lock your nipple between my teeth… I squeeze your tit… all three sensations… simultaneous… all three…

Oh god…

Your head rolls back… your back arches… your chest rises… feeding your breasts to me… serving yourself to me…

I do not let up… my hand pulls… my other mauls… my teeth nip… my mouth suckles… your legs slide across the bedspread… your hips gyrate upon the bed… and you whimper…

Oh god yes… Oh yes…

Your hand tugs at my cock… the pulsing shaft held tightly within your grasp… your delicate fingers wrapped around it…

Hearts pounding… breaths panting… flesh sweating… our passions burning… our needs raging…

Oh god yes… Oh yes…

I slide my hand away… slide it down… down… my fingers dance across your abs… lightly… your muscles quiver… I tug on your hair… harder… pulling your head back… my fingers tickle back and forth across your belly… over your skin… through the thin sheen of sweat that coats you…

My tongue licks your nipple… swirls over and around the swollen nub… licking… caressing…

My hand continues down… further down… to your hip bone… I trace it… my fingers glide back and forth along it… tickling your flesh… dipping toward your crotch… only to draw bursa escort bayan back again…

I pull at your hair… my lust makes me… it needs a release… you are so beautiful… so hot… you have me on the edge… and still your hand tugs at my cock…

My hand slides onto your thigh… feathering across the inner flesh… my fingers… inches from you… centimeters from your pussy… wet… hot… flowing with your desire… and you whimper… with need…

I release your tit… lift myself to look down at you… I stare at your body… laying there… so sexy… so hot… your sweaty little body… tits topped by hard, red nipples… tight little ass rolling upon the bed… legs spread… sliding across the bed… glistening pussy… swollen labia puffing out… my hand inches away… tickling… tracing… I look at your face… filled with lust… mouth hanging open… quivering lip… sparkling eyes beneath heavy lids… your hair in my fingers… tugging… pulling…

Your so naughty… Such a dirty little girl…

Oh yes…

My hand crawls closer to your sex… you feel the heat of it near you… feel the fingers dancing so close… you whimper… and you squirm… your hand pulls at my cock… tugging it harder with your need…

Horny little slut… Wet little whore…

Oh yes… Oh god yes…

My fingers slip across your swollen labia… your juices lubricate them… and they slip along the wet edge… toying with you… playing with your needs… and your lust… crawling along the inner edge of your lips… up… down… dancing past your opening… mixing your juices… slipping up… up… to your clit… the sensitive nub tingling as I touch it… caress it… press on it… your hips jerk… and twist… your ass rolling off the bed… your pussy driving up… pushing at my hand…

Filthy little whore…

I pull at your hair… tug your head further back…

Nasty, wet slut…

Your mouth opens more… your eyes close…

Oh god yes…

My fingers dance at the edge of your opening… the tips rub your walls… but they do not penetrate… my thumb on your clit… pushing… rolling… your hips lift… your pussy trying to force my entrance…

You want me to eat you…

You want my tongue on your slut pussy…

Yes… Yes… Oh god yes…

I release your hair… pull my cock from your grasp… you whimper sadly…

I slide down… down your body… and crawl between your legs… you spread them wide… open yourself for me… I place my hands on you… holding your legs so… and lower my mouth toward you… toward your glistening sex… you feel my breath wash across you… there… feel the heat of my face against you… there… then the tip of my tongue tickles your slit… I start at the bottom… and slither up… licking… caressing… tasting…

Yes… Yes… Oh god yes…

My tongue swirls around you clit… swirls over your wetness… slides along your slit… dives… licks… swirls… caresses… lapping… licking… swirling… licking… it caresses the walls of your hole… laps at your clit… glides up and down your wet slit… licking… swirling… caressing… my thumbs hold your labia back… hold you displayed for me… for my attentions… and I continue… swirling… licking… lapping…

Above me your body writhes upon the bed… twisting… rolling… on your chest your tits sway… the air kissing your flesh… caressing your hard nipples… your head rolls… side to side… you gasp… pant… your muscles tensing… your flesh shining with your sweat… your hands garb the bedspread… fingers gripping… your hips roll under my attack… your ass slides… and you push yourself up into my face…

Yes… Oh god yes… Oh god yes…

My tongue laps at your clit… hard… fast… lap… thump… lick… my thumb rubs the walls at your entrance… mixes your juices… and presses against you… lick… lap… hard… harder… fast… faster…

Oh god yes… Oh god yes…

My thumb enters you… to the first knuckle… and rubs at your walls… up… down… around… my tongue thumps at your clit… thumps it… thump… lap… lick… I lick faster… faster… faster…

Yes… Yes… Oh god yes… Oh god yes…

I plant my tongue on your clit… lock my mouth around the hard nub… I moan in my throat… the vibrations travel… travel to you… to your clit… vibrating it…

Yes… Yes… Oh god yes… Oh god yes…

My thumb enters you completely… presses up along the top of your opening… rubbing the inner wall… rubbing… pressing… rubbing…

Oh god yes… Oh god yes… Yes… Yes…

My tongue vibrates against your clit… my thumb… penetrating… rubbing…

Your orgasm explodes… within you… your muscles… clench… quiver… clench again… your flesh… sweats… you moan… whimper… your body… tensing… tensing… your feet dig into the mattress… görükle escort they lift you… arch your back… lift your ass… raise you to me… raise your spasming pussy… feed your to me… you buck before me… your head snaps… your fingers grip…. And you moan louder…

Oh yes… Oh god yes… Yes… Yes… Yes…

When you settle down… your body relaxing… dropping back to the bed… I lift my eyes… look up along your sexy body… your beautiful breasts… rising… falling… rapidly… your breathing… labored… your swollen nipples so delicate… and higher… your head rolls… slowly… side to side… panting… panting…

I rise up… sliding from between your legs… I climb off the bed… to stand at its side… with you laying displayed for me… your legs spread… your wet pussy shining… your opening agape… my hand covering it… rubbing it… your juices so warm… you look at me… your eyes… smoldering… your mind… your body… still hungry with lust…

Your eyes slide over my body… to my waist… and just below… where… my cock stands out… rigid… the head shining with precum… you reach for it… your hand hungry to feel the flesh… your body wanting to have the contact… your fingers wrap around it… your delicate fingers… and you lick your lips…

You want it… You want to suck my cock…

Your eyes lift to mine… they answer me…

I fill my fingers with your hair… pull you toward me… drag you toward my cock… my hard cock in your grasp… throbbing with the lust burning through me… raging from the lust I see in you… and I cram your face into my crotch… stuff my cock into your mouth…

Suck it you whore… Suck my throbbing cock…

And you do… you wrap your soft lips around me… draw me into you… suck on my flesh… the shaft sliding down along your lips… the ridges rubbing along your sensitized nerves… your tongue rolling across it… you take as much as you can… until your lips touch your fingers… and you moan

Such a beautiful sight… your soft lips pressed against your delicate fingers…

My fingers slip into your pussy… two of them enter you… penetrate you… your juices coating… your wetness making it easy…

You’re such a naughty girl… Such a dirty whore…

You pull back… drawing your lips back along my cock… sucking still… licking… sucking… then push forward again… and then back once more…

I tug on your hair… pull it… my hips jutting… rocking to meet you… to match you… to feed you my cock… as you devour me…

My fingers in your pussy… they mimic you… back and forth… in and out…

Together we fuck each other… your pussy… my fingers… my cock… your mouth… back and forth… in and out… in… out…

Another orgasm… is building… in you… nearing… its release… your hips squirm… roll… hump… your pussy… wet… clutching… at my fingers… that drive at you… into you… your clit… swollen… electrified… beneath my palm… your ass… rising… reaching… off the bed…

Oh yes… Suck it you whore… Suck my cock you dirty little slut… You’re such a naughty girl… Such a bad little girl… Oh yes… Suck it… Suck it…

We work together… rocking… pumping… jutting… humping… moving our parts in unison… rocking… humping… my fingers… wet and juicy… your mouth… wet and hungry… pumping… pounding… you suck me… draw at my cock… your fingers tugging… squeezing… milking… your lips… back and forth… holding… fondling… suckling… your tongue… swirling… rolling…

Suck it whore… Suck my cock… Suck it like the slut you are… Dirty little slut… Naughty girl… Naughty little whore… Suck it… Suck it…

My hand tightens… even more… in your hair… you have my lust roaring… my body tensing… and you mirror me… your orgasm growing closer… closer… your hips… squirm,… jerk… my fingers… fuck you… pump you… fucking sounds come from between your legs… wet… slapping…

Your hand… on my cock… tightens… your fingers tug… harder… harder… your lips… lock… on me… around me… you fuck me… with your mouth… you fuck my shaft…

Oh yes… Suck it… Suck it slut… Suck my cock… Suck it… Dirty slut… Bad girl… Oh suck it nasty whore…

My hips… rock… hump… back… and forth… feeding you… feeding you my cock… I near my explosion… you suck on me… deeply… your hand… tugs… milks… you’re drawing my orgasm from me… removing any sense of control I had…

Suck it… Suck it whore… You are such a dirty girl… Such a naughty girl… Oh yes… Suck it…

My hand flashes in your crotch… my fingers pumping… pounding… ratcheting… in and out… in… out… of your pussy… my palm… slapping your clit…

Your hips drive up… meeting it… pumping… yourself… at… them… fucking them… with your pussy…

My fingers… wrench your hair… force you to remain still… my hips hump… drive… fuck… your face… my rhythm… unsteady… my nerves… uncontrollable… you suck on me… deeper… deeper… your beautiful mouth… pulls on my cock… your delicate fingers… tug it… milk it…

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A Teen’s Will Ch. 02

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Authors Note:

I read the comments on chapter one of ‘A Teen’s Will and I fully agree with them. I may have rushed it a bit because I was excited getting my first story out.

In this second part, I will change the character a little without doing too much, just simplifying him. So don’t be surprised if he the character (Ryan) isn’t identical to the Ryan in chapter 1. However, the story will pick up straight where part 1 ended.

That being said, I really hope I managed to bring it around in this second installment of the series.

Hope you enjoy it

-All the characters in this story are fictional and above 18 years of age.

*****

Ryan didn’t know what to make of the situation he found himself in. His anger subsided by now.

His grandfather finished his explanation, waiting patiently for Ryan’s response. His face was straight and Ryan couldn’t pick out any emotion from him.

Ryan turned his head and gazed out the window, his mind travelling to the conversation his grandfather and he had couple minutes ago.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, I indeed didn’t call you back. I threw you under the bus, or in front of the dogs or call it whatever you want to. But I had my reasons. As you can tell by now, I am the man who runs this building. What we do or what I do specifically is confidential…” His grandpa’s eyes intensified with courage and excitement before he continued. “…That is until you decide you’ll work for us.”

Ryan saw a file he must have overlooked because his grandpa slid it across the long marble table into Ryan’s hands.

The file contained legal documents addressed to Ryan. If he were to sign these papers, then the company’s deepest secrets would be protected when Ryan decided to join. It prevented him from mentioning any links between him and the company to a third party. If Ryan was to ever mention the name, occupation or any other confidential information regarding the company, he would agree to spend the rest of his life locked up, and would have to call in a press conference where he declared himself as a past patient of an asylum for mental illnesses.

Ryan read through the pages briefly, knowing that whatever deal this company would offer him, he would not hesitate to take it.

One could say out of curiosity. Ryan wanted to know what all these careful measurements were for.

Why did they put so much effort into making sure Ryan would keep his mouth shut?

As he continued to flick through the lengthy document, his grandfather continued.

“To anyone on the outside, this building is the headquarters to the British bank ‘H.B. Bank’, which as you should know, stands for Harry Black Bank. This isn’t a lie. We have real workers working downstairs, aiding real customers. But we only work as a part time bank. What we really do is something extraordinary. Something I hope you’ll become a part of. I know you have questions and I will answer them, but first I need you to sign these documents. It basically states that you aren’t to discuss this matter with anyone, not the police nor family and friends. You are signing your life away. Once you imprinted your signature, you will belong to us. It says that you trust us with your life. If you oblige, please sign the documents.”

Ryan picked up on his grandfather’s tone. He failed to contain emotion within it and found it was honest and straight to the point.

This wasn’t a moment between grandfather and grandson; this was strictly a business meeting. Ryan felt like he was being interviewed for the most dangerous job ever.

How bad can it be? Even if this building was involved in some crooked up experiments and they want Ryan to be the subject of these experiments, he would not mind. He was desperate for answers.

He was here now. He couldn’t go back to where he came from. His parents will definitely refuse to take him back in so he wouldn’t have a place to stay. His grandfather knew this. Ryan was pushed against a corner out of which he could not escape that simply.

His only option was to sign his life away.

‘What the heck.’ Ryan thought and picked up the pen placed neatly to the right.

As he signed all the documents, he could feel his grandfather’s intense stare.

He closed the file and pushed it back across the table to Harry Black, who had a satisfied grin.

“Good, now that this is all cleared up,” His grandfather stood up, opened his suit jacket and pulled a 45 caliber out of a holster and aimed it at Ryan.

“What the fuck is this?” Ryan claimed. His voice broke off, his body shaking with fear. He felt the adrenaline pumping through his arteries and as if in slow emotion he planned his escape.

The gun was a 45 caliber. Roughly ten feet away from the gun pointed at me. The wooden platforms for laptops were dislodged from the table. The pen made of metal. Glass windows are useless; we are on the top floor. The glass window to the right will allow me to run onto the floor. Given that I am fast enough, eskort görükle I could make it.

He came do a decision within a split second, and before Harry was able to pull the trigger, Ryan ducked below the marble table, the wooden platform in his right hand. He heard his grandfather firing a shot at where Ryan stood only mere seconds before.

Ryan threw the wooden piece at the glass to his right and dashed straight after it.

The glass shattered with the impact of the wood piece and Ryan jumped through the little loophole that was created. He heard a gun shot go off but didn’t turn around to inspect; rather he sprinted for his life.

His head was working in overdrive, trying to remember the floor plan of this building. He remembered seeing a sign for emergency stairs to the right of the elevators and continued running in that direction.

He was fast enough to make it to the lifts without getting caught, however as he was about to make a run for the stairs, a huge man blocked Ryan’s escape route.

Without hesitating, Ryan jolted straight against the hulk looking figure and smashed his knee against the man’s face. Ryan praised himself for the beautiful sound the contact made before getting back on his feet and finishing the man off with a turn kick.

“Didn’t see that coming huh bitch.”

Ryan was about to overstep the large man on the floor, whose blood was now making a serious mess, but was blocked by a herd of suit wearing men who all came through the emergency staircase that was Ryan’s escape route, with guns pointed at him.

‘Fuck.’ He thought. With nowhere else to go, he slowly raised his hands.

‘I did sign my life away with those documents, can’t have hard feelings towards them now, can I?’ His inner self muttered.

He was certain he was a goner, until he heard loud clapping behind him.

Ryan slowly looked over his shoulder and saw his grandfather, Harry Black, hysterically laughing at him. At his side was Anna, who Ryan now knew as his grandmother.

“Bravo Ryan, really. I always saw the potential in you but this was shocking. How did you know that the glass wasn’t strong enough to withstand the impact of the wood piece?”

“I didn’t. Whether it would break against the wood or not didn’t matter. I was going to jump through it anyways.” Ryan carefully answered, his eyes now back on the guns pointed at him.

His response made Harry laugh even louder and Ryan’s confusion was visible from the expression he gave his grandfather.

“Now, now, guys, is that how we treat our newest recruit? Guns down please.”

His grandfather demanded.

They lowered their guns, nodded to Harry and disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

And Ryan thought he was confused before.

His mind was now a complete mess.

“Come with me Ryan. Trust me, I won’t hurt you. We are done testing you.”

‘Testing me? This was all a test.’

Ryan was about to refuse. About to shout to his grandfather that he could stick his trust up his ass, not giving two shits anymore.

First he leaves Ryan alone in this world, and then points a gun at him with the full intent of killing. Ryan had seen his eyes when he held the gun, pointing it at him. Those were eyes of someone who had killed before, of someone who will do it again. Those eyes were of someone who wasn’t afraid of death.

He was about to refuse, but his grandfather chose this exact moment to wave the file, which contained Ryan’s declaration, at him.

‘I am definitely dead by tonight.’ Ryan couldn’t help but think, as he followed his grandfather to what seemed his office.

Harry Black sighed heavily as he sat behind his desk. He pulled out the finest of Cuban’s cigar, lit it and started to smoke.

Ryan had to admit; his grandfather was one cool looking man.

“I had to leave you and your mother behind as I was told to not interfere with your process of development.” Harry started.

“What do you mean my process of development?”

“When you were born Ryan, I wasn’t really running this place. I was a mere worker here, like everyone else. If a child is born in your family, you had to leave this child behind and see how it struggled with life on its own and whether they would develop themselves into someone respectable, or go down the wrong path, example drugs.” His grandfather said calmly, while having another drag of the cigar.

The room was already filled with smoke and Ryan found the smell tempting.

“When your mother was born, me and my wife had spent all our time with her until she turned four. That is the limit of any interactions with your child. This meant that my wife and me weren’t allowed to help our beloved daughter in the years that followed. It would ruin her statistics and her application to our organization would become biased and invalid.”

He took another long drag, his story slowly enfolding.

“So we hired a nanny who took care of her 24/7. She was kind to our daughter, kestel escort but I guess it wasn’t enough. At fifteen she decided to go party wild and have sex with the first male she sees. That someone turned out to be your dad. She became pregnant with you and gave birth when she was sixteen. When you were born, we supported you the same way we did our daughter, until the age of four. Our daughter married your father who had gotten her into drugs and she lost herself in the world of heroine and crack. When she turned eighteen, there was no hope for her to join our organization and so we abandoned her.”

“You abandoned your own daughter?” Ryan started to question this organization’s limits.

“Yes, that is how much value we put into this organization. It goes above everyone else, including our own flesh and blood. When you were born, I knew you took after your grandma and me. Believe me when I say it was the hardest thing I had ever done, turning the phone calls of a pleading five year old down. I am deeply sorry for that. But just like with our daughter, we weren’t allowed to interfere. So we watched you from afar.”

Ryan started to understand. His life was an experiment. It either was successful, or it failed, and the only one who determined the outcome was Ryan.

“When you turned eighteen and given that your life didn’t go down the drain, and you were able to become someone we respected, you were given the test. Of course your principle made us give the test to every student in your school for fairness. And so 200 students sat the same exam, at the same test, to increase reliability. You should’ve seen my face when they told me you had gotten a perfect score.”

Ryan simply nodded. The pieces being put in their place, the puzzle was slowly coming alive.

“That explains why you never wanted to be involved with me. But what does this organization do to have the need for all these precautions and secrecy?”

Harry looked at his grandson with all seriousness. “We are an independent secret service organization.”

Ryan was about to burst out with laughter, but quickly decided against it when he saw how calm and serious his grandfather was.

‘This isn’t a joke. Holy shit.’

“That means-”

“Yep, you’re our newest recruit. You’re pretty special too boy, cause the last recruit we had turned 53 last week.” His grandfather continued before Ryan was able to form a sentence.

‘Holy fuck.’

“So that means-”

“Yep. You are officially a spy.” Harry again interjected.

“You’re gonna undergo special training for six months. We’ll teach you what you need to survive. You know, defusing bombs, igniting a car without keys, the arts of seducing women, although I heard that you are pretty good at that already.” His grandfather cocked an eyebrow, grinning like a child.

“Will I be sent abroad?”

His grandfather was still dragging on the cigar when Ryan had asked that question. Taking his time, inhaling as deep and long as he could, Harry then exhaled the smoke and closed his eyes.

“You only get sent to missions abroad if you have twenty plus years of experience. You however will only be sent to different places nationally. That being said, here.” Harry threw a file at Ryan who caught it smoothly.

“What is it?” But Ryan knew the answer before the file landed in his hands.

“Your first mission. Read it carefully. This is your new bible. Memorize it inside and out. We are giving you six months to prepare for this mission. You start in September.”

“Wait. It says here that I will be infiltrating a mafia organization. Is this legit?”

“Yeah. We’ll get you close to one of the higher ranks of the Irish Mafia. You’re gonna be given a new identity.”

“It says here that I will be attending a college in Orange County.”

“Yeah, that is where the head’s child attends. Your mission is to get close to her and bring us as much evidence as possible to destroy the organization.”

Ryan looked up at his grandfather. Harry had put out his cigar.

“Her?” Ryan asked.

“Yep, she’s his beloved daughter, Chloe. Study her and make sure you are boyfriend material. Anna will bring you to our house where you’ll stay from now on. Also, take these” His grandfather pushed a pile of books towards Ryan.

With a horrified expression, Ryan asked:” What are those?”

“Your college books. Just because we sent you on a deadly mission doesn’t mean that you’ll miss out on education. We send all our recruits to elite universities to get a valuable degree. You’ll be happy to know that I enrolled you in all the pre-engineering courses. You are taking this fairly good. Go home, sleep and make sure you sign yourself in tomorrow morning at 6am. Your trainer will be waiting for you.”

With that Ryan turned around and walked out of his grandfather’s office.

**

6 months later

Ryan parked his Porsche 911 elegantly into an empty parking space and turned off the engine. bursa sınırsız escort

He had to admit, he loved the car. It was a ‘graduation gift’ from gramps when Ryan successfully passed his 6 months of violent training.

It had been brutal, but everything he learned changed him into the man he was today, and he really liked his today self.

He made sure that he was given a single room, making sure no roommate would find out whom Ryan really was.

He was eager to see the room he was going live in for the coming months. Anna played her contacts and had gotten a stage designer to design Ryan’s room. They moved the bed provided by the college out and in its place was a king size bed, perfect for Ryan’s size. His desk was decorated with the latest laptop and usual student stuff, such as books and papers. His closet was filled with stylish clothes that Anna had handpicked herself, giving him something to wear for any occasion.

Ryan found a tuxedo in there with a note reading ‘In case you are invited to a formal event’. There were a couple other suits, ranging from black to dark blue. A tie box was at the top shelf next to a watch box and when Ryan opened it, he nearly blacked out from such expensive watches, and they were all his.

Unfortunately he had to use a shared bathroom but Ryan didn’t really mind. He wasn’t ashamed of his body.

After he settled down, he looked out the window and saw his Porsche being admired by a couple of students. Before he embarked on the trip to Orange County, he had to memorize the building plans of the university and he knew where all the emergency exits were located, where he could find the fire alarm, the bathrooms, which windows were the best option of jumping out of and landing without breaking a foot.

He also studied the university. The college had a couple of rooms that were for staff only and were protected with pin codes. They changed the pins monthly, so Ryan had hacked the school system in order to receive an email every time they changed the code.

He remembers his trainer telling him that digital codes are easier to hack into then fingerprint scanners. ‘If you have to deal with fingerprint scanners, then either manage to get the fingerprint of an authorized person or give up, it’ll cause too much trouble for you and you’d risk blowing your cover.’

He knew that his grandfather had given him this room specifically because it was on the first floor and close to Ryan’s car, in case he ever needed a quick escape.

At first Ryan thought all this expenditure was ridiculous, that was until he had read up on whom he was dealing with.

The Irish mafia wasn’t a local gang. They were the real shit. They kill people; launder money, import drugs and fucking torture people by cutting their dicks in pieces. They were powerful. They even run far into the local police force making sure that their criminal activity stayed under radar from the big organizations like the FBI, CIA or Interpol.

And Ryan found himself in the middle of all this. ‘Great.’ He thought.

Yet he couldn’t help but feel excited. Before all this he was practically non-existent. Now he had a purpose, a mission to carry out and he had to thank his grandfather for that.

He fished his cell phone out from inside his secret pocket, which was located inside his leather jacket. He sent a quick text to Anna, telling her that he arrived in one piece and that he won’t be contacting them anymore unless an emergency arises. He deleted the text and turned his phone off, placing it on his table. He grabbed his phone for normal use and stashed it into his pocket before he left his luxury room.

As Ryan strolled through the corridor, on his way to the common area, he passed two dudes.

“Dude, that Porsche is getting seriously wrecked. Oh man, I feel bad for the owner man.”

Ryan cocked his head around and quickly ran to the parking lot. There was a group of people that were all witnessing some guy smashing Ryan’s Porsche.

He couldn’t tell whether the people were cheering the fucker on or telling him to stop.

As he walked in closer, he recognized the guy who was having fun with Ryan’s car.

Brian Alroy, the son of the infamous Mafioso who was the head of the Irish mafia.

Ryan had to make sure he got a message across, but his hands were tied. Fucking up his targets brother wasn’t going to put him on her favorite people’s list.

On the other hand, if he knocked a couple of tooth out of him, he’d be known as someone to not fuck with and Ryan was certain his target was into alpha males.

Besides, Ryan knew for sure that the siblings weren’t on good terms.

Ryan took his chances and approached Brian.

“I’ll give you two seconds to explain why you are destroying my car.” Ryan held his gaze and stood confidently, hands in his pockets.

“So you’re the fucker who had people talk.” Brian walked to Ryan until he was inches away from him. Ryan didn’t flinch and locked eyes with Brian, not blinking.

Brian continued in a deeper, lower voice. “Listen to me. I’m the only one people fucking talk about, got that? People were talking about someone threatening my territory so I had to prove them that no one fucks with me. You understand that right?”

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A Night I Still Remember

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It was a night I still think about.

I was staying at the same hotel where the convention was held. It had been a whole day of seminars and quite frankly I was sick to death of listening to tech talk. I was scheduled to leave the next morning, but wasn’t ready to pack just yet. So I decided to go to the hotel bar and have a couple of drinks before I figured out what to do for dinner.

The bar was situated in the middle of first floor of the hotel, with a water fountain on one side, I guess to provide some ambiance. The hotel itself was constructed such that the rooms went up 14 floors and the central space was open all the way to the top. So anyone with a room that faced inward had a small balcony that overlooked the bar. But I digress.

As I walked up the steps to the bar, I noticed a lot of others had the same idea as I, and the place was really busy. I looked around and found a small table near the fountain. At the table next to mine was a beautiful young woman seated alone. I assumed she was with someone, but as I sat down she looked at me and smiled. She had an engaging smile, to say the least, and I was so captivated by it that was watching her instead of where I was sitting. So, instead of sitting down gracefully I bumped into the table and hit myself in the nuts. I tried to act as though nothing happened, but I think she knew better. She giggled, I blushed and simply said “Hi—I’m your klutz for the evening.” She laughed and I couldn’t help but notice that her laugh was a beautiful as she.

I ordered a drink and sat quietly sneaking little glances at her. I kept waiting for someone to join but no one did. She was wearing a short, striped yellow skirt that fit low on her hips and looked as though it tied at her waist. She had incredible legs (which I always notice on a woman), and I tried not to appear as though I was staring. Somehow, though, I think she knew.

I thought about asking if I could join her, and almost didn’t. But I figured, ‘what the hell, I’ve already made an idiot of myself by bumping into the table.’ So, I caught her eye and asked if she minded if I sat with her. And with that engaging smile she said “Sure.” As I sat down at her table (this time making sure I didn’t hit myself in the nuts again), I told her my name was Tom and that I was eskort bursa staying at the hotel. She said her name was Natalie. We talked for awhile and I noticed how easy she was to talk to. She had a great sense of humor and a sense of confidence that just made her all the more attractive. We had a few more drinks over the next hour, and I became so enamored of her. A couple of times she shifted in her seat and the skirt rode up a bit and I couldn’t help but look. Tan, slender, muscular tan legs that I just wanted to touch. As we both got a little more comfortable with one another, we started to touch one another on the arms while talking. The first time she touched me, I felt a tingle go up my arm. Obviously, something was happening and I was pleased that it was.

I know we must have been there for a couple of hours, but it sure didn’t seem that long. We kept getting closer to one another and after a bit I moved my hand from the table to the bench beside me. Then I slowly touched her leg. Again, that tingling feeling, only much more intense. She smiled and put her hand on my leg. We started squeezing and stroking one another gently, and I was getting such a hard on that I had to look down to see if I had a wet spot in my slacks. With a couple more drinks in both of us, I asked her if she would like to go somewhere more private. She said “how about your room. We could order drinks there.” I must have had such a stupid grin on my face, because she started laughing. I didn’t feel as though she was making fun, and I laughed along with her. I caught the waitress’ eye, and signed the check.

As we walked to the elevator (I was on the 8th floor) I put my arm around her waist. God, she felt good! She snuggled next to me as we walked and when we got to the elevator I pushed the button. Then I leaned into her and kissed her. Her lips were so soft, and as we were kissing, she slipped me just the tip of her tongue. I let out an involuntary moan. I didn’t want the kiss to end, but the elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open.

The elevator ride up was one long kiss. I had my hands all over her back and hers here on mine. I felt like as I was on fire as she pressed against me with a kind of urgency. My cock was so hard by then and bulging in my slacks, but I didn’t care. bursa yabancı escort I just knew I wanted her.

As we reached my room and I was unlocking the door, Natalie stepped behind me and slipped her leg between mine. I didn’t moan this time—I gasped. I had never had a woman do that to me and it was one of the most wonderful sensations I’ve ever experienced. It just seemed so intimate. I fumbled with the card key, not wanting the moment to end, but at the same time wanting to get her into the room. I finally got the door open and as we slipped inside, she reached down and grabbed my cock. I slid my hand up under her skirt and squeezed her ass. She had such a cute ass and it felt ever better than it looked. A couple of minutes of this and we started, little by little to undress one another. I pulled off her top, and she was wearing a sheer bra underneath. God, what gorgeous breasts! I bent and started sucking her through her bra and she moaned. Actually, it was kind of a feline growl combined with a moan, and I just felt it go through me. She reached up and held her breast for me as a sucked, and I nibbled her nipple softly through the fabric. I slid one of my hands under her skirt, up the inside of her thigh and slid aside her underwear. Her pussy was shaved, oh so smooth, and oh so wet.+

She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms. I’m not exactly young, but I’ve kept myself in shape with lifting, martial arts and bicycle riding. She ran her hands over my chest, and it felt so wonderful. I lifted my legs one at a time and slipped off my shows and socks. Natalie then undid my slacks and let them fall to the floor. Next came my silk boxers. I had a raging hard on, and as she reached down and stroked my balls, I slid my finger into her warm, wet pussy.

She pulled away and whispered in my ear “why don’t you go get comfortable on the bed and I’ll be right there?” She slipped into the bathroom and I did as she suggested (tripped on my damned shoes on the way). I sat on the edge of the bed and fell backward, trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

After a couple of minutes, she came out of the bathroom and turned toward the bed. I was still laying back, hard-on and all. She smiled and said “Now bursa merkez escort there’s something I love to do”, at which point she came over, knelt between my legs and slowly put her lips on my cock. She went down on me 3 or 4 times, slowly. She then stood up and knelt over me on the bed. I immediately had my hands on her breasts, loving the way they felt. As I fondled her, she pulled up her skirt and knelt over me. She had taken off her panties and as she lowered herself onto my cock, I thought I would explode. I moaned deeply as she moved on me. Then abruptly, she lifted herself off my cock and bent over me, again slowly sucking me. Occasionally she would look at me with those incredible eyes. I couldn’t stop watching her, and I must have had another goofy grin on my face because she stopped what she was doing, crawled up the bed, and kissed me deeply.

As we kissed, I grabbed her and slowly rolled her onto her back. As she bent her legs, I lowered myself until the head of my cock was at the lips of her shaven pussy. Instead of burying myself in her, I started rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. Each time I slid my shaft up, with the underside sliding over her clit, she moaned in a low voice. Finally, I pulled back, not using my hands and pushed into her, slowly burying my head. I took my time slowly pushing into her until I had buried myself up to my balls. Then I pulled out just as slowly. I kept this up until I thought I would explode. Then I pulled out, and moved my face down to her beautiful shaven pussy. I took her clit gently between my teeth and sucked. Each time I did, she lifted her hips to meet me. We were both breathing heavily and she crossed her legs across my back, pulling my face into her.

When she started moving faster, I lifted up, and again without using my hands, slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. I tried to keep it slow, but after 10 or 12 strokes, I had to move faster. She kept saying, softly, “fuck me, fuck me”. As we both picked up the pace, we both neared our orgasm. When she clamped her legs hard on me and said “I cumming” I lost it. With several fast pushes I buried myself as far as I could.

I collapsed beside her, and just stroked her hair. Then we kissed again, so deep and slowly.

I pulled down the covers, and she climbed in. I was so glad she was going to stay. As we began to drift off to sleep, back to my chest, she softly said “If you want me again tonight, just take me.” I smiled, and said OK. I wrapped my arm around her, feeling her warmth, knowing we weren’t finished.

But that’s another story.

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A Ride On A Harley

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Today was finally the day she was going to strut her stuff. It was 18 months to the day that she had the surgery and now she had gone from 335 pounds to 143. She had dropped 20 dress sizes and she looked great if she did say so herself. The transformation in her self-image was the amazing part. She LOOKED in mirrors now and liked what she saw. She loved showing off her new body. And today she was going to get some very much needed “exercise”. She had thought very carefully about what she was going to wear to her best friend’s party. She knew that to get Brandon’s attention, she would have to be dangerous. So since she had splurged and bought the Harley, she might was well wear the leather.

She had never gotten the opportunity to wear leather pants before, never quite her size, but not today. She had the leather pants, tight top which showed her mid drift (something she had never done), boots and of course the black leather jacket. She hopped on her bike and headed for Tracey’s party. When she drove up into the driveway all of the men who had been drinking and cooking at the grill turned wondering who it was on the Hog. You see none of these people had seen her since before her surgery. This was one of the best parts about her decision. She loved seeing the faces of people when they realized that this woman they were gawking at was none other then Cassidy, nickname Mama Cass.

Cass turned off the bike and swung the kickstand down. Before she could get off the bike and remove her helmet, she was surrounded, mostly by men. When she removed her helmet all that long brown hair tumbled down and everyone’s jaws dropped to the ground when they realized it was Cass.

“Cassidy!?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” she said as she swung her leg from over the back of the bike.

“WOW! You look great! Trace told me you had loss some weight but WOW!”

“Now that’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve gotten” she relied.

Brandon was Tracey’s little brother. And this family was Cass’s second family. She and Brand had had many conversations over the years. They had a lot in common actually. They both like books and literature, Porsches, jazz music just to name a few. There had eskort bayan gorukle always been a bit of attraction especially since he had come back from California. He had grown up so much in the 2 years he was in the Navy, both mentally and especially physically. Now longer was he this skinny kid, he had well defined muscles in his chest, legs and what a butt he had on him now. OUCH!

For the next hour or so everyone complimented Cass on her new self, telling her how great she looked and how they hardly recognized her. She could hardly believe it but it was starting to get old and Brandon had been pulled off by his dad and she was left talking to people she didn’t really wish to talk to. She decided to leave and excused herself to find Tracey and make some excuse to go, thinking maybe a ride in the country might relax her. It seemed obvious that a rendezvous with Brandon wasn’t likely today. As she walked in the house, someone touch her shoulder. It was Brandon.

“Hey, think I could get a ride on your bike?”

He had a pair of blue eyes that could make you say yes to anything. Eyes that you could get lost in.

“Cass? Are you ok?” he touched her shoulder and that broke the spell.

“Oh, a ride? Sure! Anytime.”

“How about now?”

“Now? What about your sister’s party?” she asked.

“With all these people, we won’t even be missed.” He smiled.

“Let’s go!” they walked to the bike, she gave him a helmet and she gone on. He then hopped on behind her and placed his arms around her waist. She cranked up the bike and off they rode. She wanted to give him a real rush, so she drove to Willis Road. Willis Road was a straight stretch for about 10 miles and then there was a tight almost 90 degree curve known as “Dead Man’s Curve”. Every teenager in town knew that curve and most had hit it at speeds far greater then they should have. Too many crashes to count. Cassidy got the Harley Softail up to 110 mph. She felt his arms holding her tighter. Just as she was about to hit the curve she dropped gears and glided the curve at about 75. Man what a rush! On the other side of the curve she pulled over. She couldn’t believe she had done that.

“Wow that mudanya escort was so cool.” Brandon said, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that?!” she replied.

“Hey, I want to show you something. A really beautiful scene. You up for another ride?” he asked.

“Sure…where to?

They got back on the bike, his arms around her mid drift again. He directed to a back country road, saying that the spot was just about 10 minutes outside of town. As they cruised down the road, she felt herself getting wet. The vibrations of the bike and his arms around her were just making her so hot for him. She felt Brandon’s right hand drift lower until it rested between her legs and when she didn’t protest he then moved his left to the waist of her pants. Then she felt his fingers move inside pants to her pussy. She knew that he would find her already very wet. His fingers found her clit and began to massage the sensitive little nub. She almost lost control of the bike. He slowly masturbated her as she drove down the road. She knew that she had to pull over or they were going to crash when he whispered to her that this was the spot and to stop.

She pulled off the road into a field of tall dandelion flowers. She cut the engine, removed her helmet and felt his hot breathe at her ear.

“You are so hot and wet. I knew that I had to have you the moment you got off this bike. And from the feel of it…you want me just as bad.”

All Cass could do is shake her head yes because she was enveloped in a mind shattering orgasm. He began kissing her ears and running his tongue down the back of her neck. He moved his right had to her breasts, massaging the fleshy orbs through her top. She continued to have a couple more orgasms as he continued his massage of her clit. Finally he removed his hand from her pussy and let her come back to earth. They got off the bike and kissed, not just any kiss either. A kiss filled with hunger and desire, almost animalistic. They were tearing at each others clothing. They couldn’t get each other naked fast enough.

Once naked they explored each other’s bodies. Brandon’s hands moved over her entire bursa evi olan escort body. His mouth zeroed in on her breasts. He told her how big and beautiful they were. He nuzzled his face between the 2 mounds of flesh, licking and sucking the nipples until they were standing straight up and were rock hard. Cass found his cock and what a hard thick cock it was. 8 inches long and ready for action. Brandon suddenly let go and moved toward the bike. He straddled the seat and invited Cass to sit in front of him. He then began exploring her body by touch only. He kissed the back of her neck, running his tongue down her back as his hands explored her breasts and pussy.

He then reached his hand under her butt, lifting her up. She leaned forward putting her weight on the handle bars. Brandon then skillfully raised up behind her and he pushed his cock into her. Inch by glorious inch he filled her. She felt him fill her up. She felt him enter her slowly at first allowing her vagina to expand to meet the size of his cock. Once he was completely in he began pumping. He would pull almost all the way out…just to the head and quickly slam back into her. The teasing almost drove her crazy. His hands holding on to her breasts and encouraged her to rise and fall with him. She met him down on his up stroke. Over and over again, he slammed his dick into her. She felt his cock touch at her cervix. He was so very deep within her, she felt her body building to another mind shattering orgasm. She could tell he was about to cum as well.

“Cum with me Cass.”

“Uh huh…” was all she could say.

He picked up the pace and began pumping faster and faster. She felt him building as her own orgasm hit her, she felt him unload, pumping his jism into her. His pumping slowed as they came back down. She slumped forward onto the bike, her breasts touching the coolness of the gas tank sent tingles down her spine making her shiver. Brandon wrapped his arms around Cass planting kisses on her neck. She maneuvered herself to turn and face him. She kissed him deep on the lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth. They held each other what seemed a long time. The sun was beginning to set. Cass watched one the most beautiful sunsets she’d ever seen sitting naked on her Harley in the arms of her new lover, hoping that this was just the beginning of a great weekend.

If you liked this story, let me know. I’d be happy to write more adventures for Cassidy and Brandon in the dandelion field…

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A Professor’s Dilemma

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Gary Peters had always fantasized about what it would be like to be confronted with the moral dilemma of a student making sexual advances to him. He knew that his continued employment as professor at this mid-sized university might hinge on his correct course of action in such a case. The conflict of interest rules were strict and had been recently applied with their full weight on another student-instructor relationship. The stakes were high. Luckily, his middle age paunch, his 28 years of marriage and his bald head and average appearance precluded any overtures from his many female charges. He was safe and the prospect of ever facing the choice was destined to be only reverie.

Or so he thought.

Wendy was what they called a “mature student”. She had entered university after her divorce and her children were into later elementary school grades. She was intelligent but had never had the opportunity to apply her academic skills since life had intruded into her plans. Now, her opportunity had come and now in her mid 30s, she had enrolled in a suite of classes. She found her academic passion. But her chosen major came coincident with her attraction to her introductory professor; Dr. Peters.

Certainly, Gary noticed this lithesome, bright mature student. Her curly brown hair framed her tanned face and cascaded down to her shoulders. This naturally led one to appreciate the fullness of her breasts — likely not oversized but nicely highlighted by her tiny frame. She was self-conscious about her lack of stature but her well proportioned body also boasted the womanly hips that only come from maturity. She usually dressed in tight t-shirts and jeans — not overtly sexual, but she knew her assets and how to make them noticed. Gary twigged to them the first day but he knew from experience that anything more than a casual glance could lead to difficulty. He was professional at all times.

Some email had been exchanged between the two regarding, usually, course-related topics although some innocent personal things were sometimes shared. Casual meetings in the student lounge had also occurred where mundane miscellaneous subjects were discussed. Some hints may have been thrown here and there but nothing outside of normal interaction. But when she came to Gary’s office one day after they had both been at a student-faculty on-campus mixer put on the Department she had clearly been emboldened by a beer or two.

She initially stood in his open doorway, making idle chit-chat. She was squeezing her arms against the sides of her breasts with her hand clasped in front of eskort bayan bursa her. Gary couldn’t help notice the enhancement of cleavage — he tried not to stare, but failed miserably. Were those nipples showing through her t-shirt? They continued to chat. Wendy moved deeper into the office and mostly closed the door and began to discuss her plans to take further classes in the discipline. The added privacy is not uncommon when discussing academic matters and Gary was unconcerned that it appeared untoward to anyone still left in the Department that late in the day. They continued their talk but Gary noticed an intensity in her green eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

Gary knew he should avert his stare. He flexed his shoulders, tight from a long day in the office, and rolled his neck — just to give him an invented reason to break their locked gaze. Wendy seemed to seize the opportunity and moved behind his chair to begin a gentle massage of his shoulders. It seemed a natural extension of the sequence of events and although Gary knew it represented an escalation, he rationalized that it was a natural progression from their increasingly personal academic discussion. She remarked at how sore he must be after a day of stressful lectures and meetings. She expressed a sincere desire that she was appreciative of his advice and was only repaying the favour. It made it so much easier for him to ignore the potential consequences.

Wendy’s touch was electric. It seemed ethereal as she worked on his taut neck and shoulder muscles. Her ministrations were gentle and yet surprisingly effective in making him relax. This was a level of pleasure he simply had not associated with this environment and its advent was too intoxicating to put any stop to. He luxuriated in the sensual massage… maybe even emitting a deep sigh.

Suddenly Wendy’s lips and breath was upon the nape of his lolled neck. Gary tensed against this sudden occurrence but the pleasure it brought was too much to resist. He let her lips dance along his neck to his ear when then he turned as her arms embraced him from behind and their lips fell together. The meshing of their mouths soon had their tongues intertwined and the rhythm that they found was born of months of unrequited passion. Finally the deep kiss broke and they looked deeply into each other’s eyes and the mutual consent overrode the advice against this forbidden moment.

Gary watched as Wendy moved back to the door — briefly hoping but fearing that she may just leave. She gently closed the locked, windowless door to his office and moved altıparmak escort back toward him. He stood to meet her and they embraced and their passionate kiss resumed. Finally, the object of so many of his stolen glances came into his easy reach and he cupped a breast with one hand and reached to grasp an ass cheek in the other. Wendy moaned so only he could hear. The building was seemingly deserted this late in the afternoon, but they made every effort to minimize the sounds of their illicit actions.

Wendy took charge. She gently pushed Gary back in his chair and sunk to her knees between his slightly spread legs. Gary was beyond any reason — the moral and ethical dilemmas had disappeared in a rush of libido and he was not going to put the brakes on. Wendy was feeling his mound through the material of his pants. If she was looking for evidence of his arousal she didn’t need to look very far. The belt was soon unclasped and the zipper was carefully pulled down. Both looked at each other in hearing this sound that seemed to echo through the building — announcing their trespass into this territory. They likely did not have to worry — they were alone in their passion.

Gary’s average sized penis is adequately compensated by his extra and easy stiffness. Wendy freed his uncut organ and gently kissed along its length. She expertly lingered her hot breath so as to enhance the sensation. Her tongue followed the ridge of his pulsing purple knob once…. then twice before engulfing it entirely in her eager warm mouth. She held it there as if to savor it while her lips gently moved toward the base of his cock. Gary’s only dilemma now was to either throw his head back in the ecstasy that overwhelmed him or continue watching the expert work of his prize student.

He tried to reach for her breasts but she stopped him — now gently bobbing on his impossibly hard shaft. Finally, with almost inhuman resolve he managed to pull his penis from its new home on one of her upswings. He stood and lifted her to standing where they could embrace again. Gary started to tug at her t-shirt but she seemed reluctant. He told her that he wanted to finally see what he’d been staring at all semester and she relented — now helping him remove her top. The breasts were softly jiggling in her bra as he reached behind and unclasped it. They fell free. She looked demure as they sagged considerably — obviously the result of the ravages of breastfeeding two children. Gary did not care — the areolas were large and beautiful and the nipples were pert and responsive bursa türbanlı escort and that is all he would ever need. He bent to take one, then the other into his mouth — amazed at how this seemed to pleasure her. He had never been with a woman who could orgasm by breast stimulation alone — until now. He worked with lips, tongue, and teeth — alternating erect nubs of nipple — working the free one with a thumb and forefinger. Wendy’s breath became ragged and finally she roughly embraced Gary’s head as her mouth fell open to a necessarily silent scream. Her entire body spasmed and Gary held this wanton woman as tightly as she held him.

When the orgasm subsided, Wendy doffed her tight jeans and panties and bent invitingly over Gary’s desk that was littered with half-graded term assignments. Her pendulous breasts traced an arc across the assignments and her clearly wet pussy was evident from where he stood. Gary did not need any further enticement as he dropped his pants to his ankles and moved behind her. He moistened his cock against her quim and then plunged into its moist warmth. Wendy grasped his hand and clenched his knuckle between her teeth so as to not let the audible moan escape into the empty building. Nevertheless, the sounds of their passion seemed huge within the confines of their enclosed love nest formerly known only as Gary Peters’ office. He began to thrust and she expertly met his movements backward.

They fell into a steady motion and while she employed one of his hands as a gag, his other found her wagging breasts and taut nipples. Gary found her own had there as well and then followed it to her readily exposed clitoris. The passion and pace seemed to quicken and Gary could scarcely manage the bucking that ensued. She seemed stuck in orgasm and wave after wave gripped her as he also, in short order, emptied pulse after pulse of his semen deeply into her. He finally collapsed with Wendy — her bared chest pressed flat against some student’s submitted essay.

As they panted quietly as they could in recovery, they uncoupled and cleaned up the fruits of their passion –smiles pasted broadly on both their faces. As they quietly dressed and tenderly kissed, they listened for any signs of activity in the building. They needn’t have bothered — they were alone. They kissed once more, deeply and she slunk away into the mid spring evening. Gary surveyed his office and tossed the somewhat crumpled term papers into his briefcase to take home to grade.

Wendy’s academic excellence ensured that he was able to award her the grades for her academic work that she would have earned in any case. She, however, never took another class from him — though they remained friends for long after that day. He still remembers quite fondly how he addressed the dilemma every professor may encounter. He has no regrets. He hopes that she feels the same.

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