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*** Authors Note: Any similarity to real persons or places described within this story is probably not an accident, although I’ve made the effort not to expose anybody too much. The story circulates around a girl I met once, who told me some of her story. I will always regret not having spent more time with her. Enjoy & please leave your comments, good or bad! ***

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I felt my body a long time before I opened my eyes. I was sore all over and I smelled. Not necessarily bad, but a strong odour of sweat and other… stuff. I felt his skin against my back, his breath soft against my ear. I had to take a moment to recall where I was and how I got here. Overwhelming and contradictory thoughts washed over me then.

Shame then desire and followed by an unbelievingly strong wave of happiness. I had done it. I had fucked a guy and it was awesome! At the beginning of this week, there was no way could you ever have convinced me that my first lover would be a guy maybe 15 years older than me AND the strange, aloof guy all the girls at the pub talked about to boot.

Conor.

Apart from being curious about his rather unique presence at the pub I worked at, and intrigued by his highly guarded personality, there was no way known I should have wanted to jump into his bed so quickly. And he’s never shown any interest in any of the girls at the pub or some of the more, shall we say “friendly”, female patrons either. I know a few of them would drop their panties at his smouldering glance or good looks alone, personality or none.

I opened my eyes and let them wander around the part of the room I could see. The door to his room was straight in front of me, wide open. I could see a landing that stretched along to the top of a staircase we must have walked up last night, with only a couple of doors on either side. From what I could see, his room was large, with an open door some metres from the foot of the bed that looked like it led into a bathroom or walk in closet perhaps. Behind me pre-dawn light entered the room and flickered slightly with a breath of cool air, like it was making its way through some gauzy curtains.

I lay there for some minutes taking it all in. I could tell from his breathing that he was still in a deep sleep. Part of me wanted to turn over and kiss him awake and make him do those things to me that he did last night. The rest of me wanted to grab my clothes together and get the hell down those stairs at the end of the landing, ‘quik stix’!

Then I realised the urgent pressing on my bladder would allow me to do neither. I gently lifted his hand that was resting on my hip and rolled away from him, somewhat awkwardly until my knees rested on the floor and I turned to face him. He was still asleep, his face on the same pillow that showed the impression of where my head had been. His body slightly turned into the bed with one thigh pushed slightly forward where it had been pressing against my butt. And his penis. Hard. “Oh my god” I thought to myself. I had just seen my first morning wood. I stifled a sigh as I thought to myself “So many firsts!”

First time anybody has gone down on me, fucked me. First time I have woken up in a guy’s bed, with him still in it that is. Now my first morning erection. I slowly leaned forward over the bed to get a closer look. Although, obviously, I’m no expert in penises, this one looked beautiful to me. He obviously kept his pubic hair closely trimmed, making the viewing all the easier. Maybe 6 inches, though I couldn’t see the whole length to judge accurately and the end round and shiny and frosted in little flakes of what could only be the dried juices of his cum mixed with my plentiful vaginal fluids. I should have been a bit grossed out by that thought, but part of me just wanted to lean forward and wrap my lips around him and suck him awake.

I sighed as once again my need to pee brought me out of my moment and I quietly padded over to the open door at the bottom of the bed. As I suspected, it led into what could be called a bathroom. Compared to where I lived with Kelly, it could also almost be called an apartment by itself. There was a huge iron claw bath in one corner adjacent to a non-enclosed walk in shower that looked like it could entertain several people at once if needed. Between this and the other end of the room was a long and twin set vanity counter with matching and opposed toilets. A couple of changing benches completed the setup and sat next to an open entrance to another room lined wall to wall with dark hanging suits and shelves of various clothing items.

Instead, I turned around again and looked at Conor and his bedroom. What I couldn’t take in before from my position on the bed and didn’t notice when my eyes were glued to his dick, was the part of his room that lay behind him. It stretched out several metres though a small lounge area and past a huge antique desk to an open set of French doors, covered with lacy curtains that fluttered slightly in kozyatağı escort the breeze that struggled through them along with the soft early light.

I fought against my curious need to find out what was outside those open doors and turned back towards the bathroom and my now urgent need to pee. As I set my arse down on one of the 2 toilets sitting either side of the long vanity counter, I started to re-assess Conor and what world he came into my life from. My limited memories from last night getting out of the taxi included an expensive looking 3 story sandstone period home set quite close to the curbside with little inkling of what may lay behind. The quick trip from the front door up 2 turn-back sets of stairs revealed only several closed doors on the second floor until they reached his room. For the most part, my eyes had been focussed on his back and what was probably about to occur instead of the insides of his house.

The 2 long and high windows along the wall behind the vanity and the toilet I was sitting on were frosted and gave no indication of what lay outside. But the sheer length of this room and Conor’s bedroom outside hinted at what must be the size of this house stretching back towards what must be the harbour beyond, given the street the taxi had dropped us on.

“Who is this guy?” I suddenly thought. This was clearly the master suite of the house, being on the top floor. Even renting a house like this would probably be more than what she should expect to earn even years into the career I was hoping to develop. And then I started to get angry.

My inner mind whispered again to me. “There’s no way this guy is interested in a 20-year-old girl like you, for anything more than sex. He’s definitely picked you up for a quick fuck and you are out of here as soon as he wakes up!”

I lowered my head into my hands then and suddenly felt so stupid. While I hadn’t set out to develop any feelings for Conor, I had rushed headlong into sharing his fantasy by cruising around with no underwear from my apartment to Halligans, wearing a dress that might have made that fact obvious to any more than the casual observer. This culminated by me somewhat publicly exposing everything I had to offer Conor in the place that I worked, risking both my job and my self-esteem. I realised suddenly that I had somehow thought this guy really liked me and I had been overwhelmed by lust and was willing to do anything to climb into his world and please his private pleasures. And then I had let him take the most precious gift I had to offer.

“I’m such a fuck-knuckle!” I thought to myself once I had finished mentally walking through yesterday to the point we arrived at the front of his house and deliberately avoiding moving on to thinking about what had followed.

I had long since finished emptying my bladder and after completing my assessment of how I had got myself into this situation, I put my mind to what to do about it. First things first, I sighed. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was leaving the house looking like I probably did and certainly smelling the way I did. I noticed a dark grey business shirt lying on one of the changing benches, probably discarded by Conor the day before and after wiping between my thighs, I made my way over to it and slipped it over my head. It was overly large on me and reached down to the top of my thighs, providing at least some modesty. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me naked right now.

I tip-toed out to the main bedroom and picked up my dress, sandals and bag from the floor where they had been discarded one by one the previous night. With a final glance at Conor, still fast asleep on the bed, I made my way out to the landing and down the stairs to the 2nd floor landing. Apart from a couple of closed doors, there was also a single open door that revealed a large bathroom which I stepped into, gently closing the door shut behind me. I quickly shed Conor’s shirt and stepped into the shower, turning the cold tap on full and rinsing myself off from top to bottom, spending most of my time between my thighs. I felt my anger start to rise as I realised how sensitive I still was and started to find myself rubbing harder and longer than was necessary just for hygiene reasons. Cursing inwardly again I shut off the shower and grabbed a fresh towel from a pile sitting on a bench adjacent to the shower cubicle.

As I started to dry myself my eyes met my reflection in a floor length changing mirror standing at the other end of the room. I dropped the towel to the floor and my eyes flowed slowly from my water darkened auburn hair sitting flat around my shoulders, to my breasts, to the curled hair between my thighs. I didn’t look any different to yesterday, but somehow I felt like a completely different person. How could things change so much, so quickly?

I tore my eyes away from the mirror and picked up my dress to slip it erenköy escort over my head. The feeling of no underwear had turned me on so much yesterday, but now I found myself wondering how I could possibly get from here to my apartment without anyone noticing how exposed I was? I could clearly see the slightly darker shade of my nipples, hard from the cold shower, pressing against the light material of the dress. I’m sure if the dress was struck by sunlight from just the right angle, one would be able to make out the dark patch of hair between my thighs, or the curve of my butt cheeks leading to the gap between.

With a final sigh, I slipped on my sandals and looped the strap of my handbag over my shoulder. “Just 10 or 15 minutes of shame and you are home and safe!” I told myself. With a final look in the mirror and a flick of my wet hair over the top of the neck of my dress I turned to open the door and suddenly found myself staring straight into the face of a woman standing leaning against the landing railing on the other side of the door. A flicker of my memory banks and I recognised her. The woman we’d seen with Conor at Halligans only once or twice.

“Hi.” She said. Then with a quick glance down to my feet, taking in the bag over my shoulder: “Um, leaving us so soon?”

Oh shit! I thought. “I’m sorry, I thought…I mean I assumed that Conor lived alone.”

“Really? Well that would explain why you would think to use my bathroom without asking. But the fact you didn’t use Conor’s shower and you look like you couldn’t get the hell out of this house fast enough probably tells me the rest of the story accurately enough. “Are you usually the kind of girl who fucks and leaves without saying goodbye?”

She looked really pissed now. I suddenly realised how pretty she was, despite the sour look on her face. She had shortish brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and was wearing only a long sleeveless sleeping shirt which stretched only to the tops of her thighs.

“I’d have thought that after what I heard coming out of your mouth last night, Conor had locked you in for life. Seems like you put on a pretty good show in the sack then.”

I felt myself blush deeply and couldn’t look into her eyes at all. I looked down at the floor and felt the tears start to well up again in my eyes.

“It’s not like that at all! I just…” I couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence. How could I explain anything enough to this woman to make her understand, despite what she obviously thought of me. My sentence cut off with a sob and I looked back up at her eyes.

Her face softened then and said to me “I think you and I had better go put the kettle on and have a wee chinwag eh?”

I looked down at the floor again and over towards the stairs and the path to escape behind her. Talking to anyone right now was the last thing I wanted, especially some strange woman that evidently shared Conor’s house and God knows what else with him. I had a feeling there was no way this woman was going to let me go easily and the thought of her waking Conor or being stuck at a possibly deadlocked front door suddenly scared the shit out of me.

“Sure. Yeah, OK.” I said reluctantly. She turned away and with a brief statement of “This way” proceeded to lead me around the landing, down the stairs and back through a long narrow hallway away from the beckoning front door. Heading towards the back of the house, I took in 2 wide openings revealing a couple of formal looking sitting rooms before opening onto a huge modern open living room & kitchen at the back of the house. The entire back wall of the ground floor was a currently open set of sliding doors that exposed a view over the top of a back deck, infinity pool and out to an expanse of Sydney Harbour beyond. I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped at the view.

“Um, hello! Coffee or tea?” I jolted at the raised voice of Conor’s housemate and slowly tore my eyes away from expanse opened in front of me. “or Vodka maybe?” She added with a chuckle as she took in the look on my face.

She was standing over a sink in the kitchen which stretched along one side of this open room, with a cordless kettle swinging suggestively in one hand. “Oh. Tea please, I mumbled. Black, no sugar.”

She turned back to filling up the kettle as I found myself wandering out through the opening towards the deck and pool beyond. As I cleared the covered portion of the deck I turned around and looked back up at the rear of the upper stories of the house behind me. Both floors had decks built at the rear of the bedroom areas, the top floor no doubt being where the French doors in Conor’s room led out onto. I briefly kicked myself at not having had a quick look out those doors before I snuck out of his room. “The view from up there must be out of this world” I thought.

I turned my head back to the harbour and the view. The vista from here stretched out towards Cockatoo harem escort Island and the Parramatta River beyond, still barely waking with the dawn light from the east behind me. I could see over to Balmain and Hunters Hill, left and right respectively and immediately below and slightly to the right, a ferry was pulling into Greenwich pier. A lone businessman waited patiently for it to dock, no doubt looking for an early start to the day. A path led around the pool and down a steep flight of stairs to a small boat house at the bottom of a low cliff that formed the back of the property. “Holy shit!” I thought again to myself.

“Here you go. Black, no sugar.” The woman was holding out a mug clasped between top and bottom with the handle towards me. She held a similar mug in her own hand. “I’m an instant coffee kind of gal myself” she followed up with a guarded smile.

“Um, thanks” I said, taking the cup and following her as she led the way along the path that led around the pool and down towards the boathouse. As we reached the top of the stairs heading downwards, a small, cantilevered deck area revealed itself, hidden and shaded by an overhang of bushy paperbark trees that grew up the side of the steep rear of the property. Here she sat down on a small secluded bench seat that almost looked purposely created for the awkward chat that was no doubt about to follow.

“When I first met Conor, I thought he was an absolute cunt.” She almost whispered this and I found myself wanting to ask her to say it again to make sure I had heard it correctly. Then with barely a pause and staring straight into my eyes, now fixed to hers, she followed up. “Nowadays I think that I would almost literally kill anyone I thought was out to cause him pain.” She paused then as she appeared to be garnering my reaction and indicating with a pat of her hand for me to sit down next to her. At first I felt fear as I took the proffered space on the bench.

Was this some kind of bunny boiler sitting next to me in a place completely hidden from the view of the rest of the world? Then, as I saw her face soften and her eyes well up with tears, I realised she was exposing some pain of her own to me.

She looked back out towards the low hanging moon, barely visible now as it settled towards the diminishing darkness of the post dawn light over the Parramatta River. “In the 3 years I have lived here with Conor, I have never seen him bring a woman home. Never. Then she turned to me again.

“So, you want to tell me how you got into his bed and why you were going to sneak away without saying goodbye?”

I whispered a reply. “How do you know I was sneaking away? Maybe I just didn’t want to wake him up?”

She snorted then. “Bullshit.

“I don’t think anyone really knows Conor, but of anyone I probably know his nature best. If he knew you were leaving early he’d have been up with breakfast ready and certainly fresh clothes to wear. I don’t mean to be rude, but whatever went on while you were wearing that dress last night has kind of stuck to it.” She said the last bit of that holding her nose with the resulting nasally twang to her voice.

“Either you had no intentions of last night being more than one night or you freaked out this morning for some other reason.” She turned her gaze back towards the west and spoke on.

“When I first heard you guys last night I was really, really angry. I thought that some gold-digger had finally gotten her claws into him and into his bed. Then I heard what went on after that and…”

“Wait a minute. Were you spying on us?” I interrupted, suddenly angered by this woman and what sounded like was about to start getting into my deeply private space.

“Well, it is a big house but the distance between my open door and Conor’s open door is just meters. I couldn’t help but overhear. Once it started, I couldn’t bring myself to close my door. I wanted, no I NEEDED to know what was going on.” She blushed then, intensely. Her pale face reddened such that the shade of her face almost darkened to match that of her light brown hair. She looked down at her feet and continued “You don’t understand how much Conor means to me and how much I want to know he is safe from those who would do him ill”.

Just as suddenly as her blush appeared she looked back up at me and rushed out the next line that nearly floored me and made me feel desperately ashamed all at the same time.

“Please know that Conor is the sweetest and most vulnerable man I have ever known. I heard him whisper your name at the end last night. Whatever you were planning or thinking when you ran into me, you should know that I think he is really into you and at the very least you owe him a goodbye.” She paused again for a minute.

“I don’t know what it would do to him if he realised you were only in it for a quick fuck.”

“Says! What the fuck?”

We both turned around suddenly as we realised that Conor had appeared behind us where the path reached the stop of the stairs dressed in black boxers and a dark grey singlet and was standing with his arms crossed looking at us with a look of absolute fury on his face. Oh, shit. How much had he heard? What was he thinking about me just now, almost at the same time as my fucked up behaviour this morning was starting to dawn on me.

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She had me in a passionate embrace before I realised what was happening. I felt so turned on, excited, nervous, even frightened, and of course, wet!

I was married at 20, a vanilla monogamy of over 30 years. He was the only guy I had ever been intimate with. My only other sexual contact had been a one off with my female best friend just before my 19th birthday, but that story is for another day.

Married to a devout Catholic meant little more than a quicky, once a week on Saturday night, three times a month. Nothing but flat on my back with legs open while he relieved his cock inside me, but only when it was safe, and clean! There was no other birth control in a good catholic marriage.

Although not a Catholic myself, my parents were religious and sent me to a school where I was ‘convinced’ of the sin of touching myself for pleasure. Nothing changed until…….

As I reached ‘the change’, my body started to rebel against all those years of sexual numbness. I began to find urges that had always been controlled, now dominated my thoughts. I frequently found a tingle in that place no good girl should feel. My panties often developed a damp patch when that tingle occurred.

Ironically, and so frustratingly, my husband’s 5 inch ‘joy-giver’ was finding problems holding its stiffness and our once a week gradually became more like once a month, then, after a few months, dried up completely. He had lost all interest in sex, just as my needs were aflame, as my hormones swapped my fertility for lust.

Our three children were grown and leaving home during this period so my available time grew along with intensifying desires.

I should make it clear, I still love my husband deeply, our life together is good and satisfying in all aspects, apart from my sexual satisfaction.

My mind was increasingly taken up with my sexual desires. It was causing frustrations and arguments as I couldn’t clear my mind, or tell him why I was so tetchy.

I had no desire to leave him but I needed sex.

Having now overcome my guilt in touching myself, masturbation had become a daily, even several times a day activity. I had bought my first vibrator and was getting through batteries at an alarming rate.

On the Monday morning in question, I had gone shopping soon after hubby had left for work. A small nearby town with one pedestrianised shopping street. (In the UK, town centre roads are often closed to traffic, paved over and hence ‘pedestrianised’). Whilst shopping for lingerie to feel good in, I found the urge to play between my legs so found the shop toilets and settled into a cubicle for a little relief.

Biting my lip to stop me vocalising my feelings as my fingers ploughed between my wet and swollen labia.

Now relieved, I sucked my fingers clean, before straightening my clothes. My knickers were rather sticky so I slipped them into my bag, washed my hands and finished yakacık escort the shopping a little more focused on the task in hand. The cool air flowing up my legs from my knee length leather skirt felt so awakening.

Do you ever feel more drawn to look at a guy’s crotch than his face? I found myself looking for those tell-tale bulges rather than a smiling face as I walked, very aware of my nakedness under my skirt.

Walking out of town towards my car, the lady a few steps ahead of me dropped one of her bags, it looked like a strap snapped. Her shopping spilled out. It’s something I always fear happening to me when I am heavily laden, so I went to her and helped her pick things up. I had several bags with not much in so rearranged my shopping and freed up a shopping bag for her.

She was very grateful, and it made me feel good. She was about my age, blonde shoulder length hair pulled into a high ponytail. She had strong features, high cheek bones, a cute nose and sparkling blue eyes.

We introduced ourselves and Wendy asked if I fancied a coffee with her, as a way of thanking me. With nothing to rush home for, except my vibrator of course, I accepted. I looked around for the closest coffee shop but Wendy suggested her flat which was only a half a mile away.

“I can give you your shopping bag that way” she offered, I thought for a moment then agreed. Why not? Wendy seemed a nice person.

We walked for about ten minutes, chatting quite nicely, until we reached her place. We went up one flight of stairs to her first floor flat. She let us in and we placed the bags onto the kitchen top.

As Wendy filled the kettle she asked “What were you shopping for Jane?”

“Just some undies” I replied.

“Something sexy for your husband? I noticed your rings.”

“Not really, he won’t notice. I just fancied cheering myself up”. I thought I must sound so pathetic.

Wendy came across to me and put her hand on my arm, stroked it gently, “You poor thing, show them to me, I will appreciate seeing them.”

I felt nervous. The kettle boiled and Wendy poured the coffee. She brought the mugs over, “Let’s look at them then” she said persuasively.

I felt so embarrassed as I opened the bags. I had only known Wendy for half an hour and I was showing her my new undies. I placed them on top of the bags.

“You need to hold them up against you Jane, let me see what they will look like”.

I picked up a black lacy thong and held it on either of my hips. She said it suited my shape. Then I held up a 1/4 cup bra, followed by suspender belt, then stockings.

Wendy was stood right in front of me and we were laughing. She suddenly put her hands on my cheeks and held my face as she kissed me on my lips. Her tongue was darting, stabbing against my lips, so many years since I’d felt this, my mind ablaze.

I samandıra escort yielded and felt Wendy’s tongue enter my mouth, her hand slipped from my cheek and around to the back of my head, pulling me into her glorious kiss, her other hand moved around my waste and drew my body into hers, my hardening nipples pressed against her boobs.

She had me in a passionate embrace before I realised what was happening. I felt so turned on, excited, nervous, even frightened, and of course, wet!

Our tongues began dancing together in my mouth, our lips locked, her breath warm on my cheek from her nose. My arms finally reacted and slid around her back, hugging her as tightly as she held me.

Why had my husband never kissed me as intensely as Wendy was?

Eventually our kiss broke. Our faces stayed close, noses just touching as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She pulled my arm from behind her and grasped my hand. Wendy moved towards a door and led me behind her. Into a passage way of a few doors, then through one more door into her bedroom. The sun shone bright, but low, as it does in late autumn.

We were in the middle of the room, she pulled me to her. She slid a hand inside my black bolero jacket and held my waist. Her second hand began to ease my jacket off my shoulder as our lips met again, more tenderly now, less urgency as she had me in her spell.

Wendy was close to my 5′ 5″, our mouths lined up comfortably.

We hadn’t spoken since our lips first touched. Nothing needed to be said. Wendy wanted to seduce me and there was nothing in my body or soul that wanted to object. I had had nothing but gorgeous sensations and just wanted Wendy to keep going. I was still frightened and nervous but that was adding to the most erotic feelings I had felt since before meeting my husband more than half a lifetime ago.

Our kiss continued, exploring each other’s emotional sexuality through the sensitive touch of sealed lips and gentle tongues. Our boobs gently pressed together, squashing slightly as we breathed in, accentuated when our breaths coincided.

I realised there was a damp streak down the inner thigh of my right leg, as far my stocking top. My mind jumped back to reality. “I’ve got no knickers on” my mind screamed at me, I had removed them while shopping. Fear flashed through my mind. What would Wendy think of me if she knew!

“What’s wrong Jane?” she asked pulling back from our kiss, “You drifted away as we were kissing”. “Have I gone too far?” she asked with real care in her tone.

My mind was so muddled. Kissing Wendy was truly wonderful, I wanted to continue, BUT, I had no experience, I’m married, BUT, I long for real sexual attention and satisfaction with someone and not just my fingers. I tried to find words to reply, my mouth starting to form words then stopping.

Wendy lifted sancaktepe escort my now dropped chin until we were eye to eye. She was smiling, or was she laughing at me? I gave up trying to find words and pushed my lips against hers. My tongue forcing its way between her surprised lips. Kissing was safer than talking, and felt so beautiful, and natural now. She responded almost immediately. Raw passion had replaced the tenderness, I needed this, although I had no idea what ‘this’ would be, but kissing was wonderful for now.

The kiss broke, she moved a couple of inches back. Our eyes still totally focused on each others, afraid to blink in case the moment was lost. Two hands landed on the centre of my chest between my boobs. Wendy started undoing the top button of my blouse. I just stood there, gazing into her eyes until she undid the last of my buttons.

She eased my blouse apart and held my sides just below my bra. Her hands felt so soft against my skin. My arms fell awkwardly to my sides, “What am I meant to do now?” my mind screamed at me.

Wendy’s hands lifted to my shoulders and eased my blouse off, falling to the ground on top of my jacket. She gently caressed my shoulders as we gazed at each other. She slid a hand behind me and I felt my bra strap release, my boobs sank a little without their hammocks for support.

My breasts are not big, 36B, so still able to stay in the right part of my chest, but my nipples are larger. I breast fed three children so they were well used and even now, years later, were firm, large and extremely sensitive. I couldn’t go out braless as a blouse would brush them and ‘organ stops’ become obvious on my small boobs.

Wendy’s hands cupped my breasts, her thumbs against my aching nipples.

Her lips moved and I heard her say “Let’s undress and slip into bed, I want to enjoy you Jane.” My head moved up and down a couple of times, I had agreed without my brain engaging.

She withdrew her hands and started removing her upper clothing, tossing it to the floor around mine. I slid my bra from my shoulders exposing my boobs to sight, by which time Wendy was naked from the waist up. Wow, she was gorgeous, her boobs bigger than mine, probably a C cup, bouncing a little as she reached for her skirt zip.

I was playing catch up, her skirt was grounded and she had her fingers in the waistband of her knickers ready to lower them by the time my skirt slid free. Her eyes fixed on my exposed pubes and giggled as she teased “you were out on the pull then with no knickers!”

I had only ever trimmed my bush, just to keep it tidy inside my panties. My husband had never put his tongue below my waist, so thoughts of my hairs being long enough to floss his teeth never applied.

My pubes were sticky and matted from my earlier fingering and my escaping juice was obvious from my reflection in the mirror. Wendy lowered her panties to reveal a beautiful little patch of short dark pubic hair just above her swollen labia.

Wendy grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her bed, both of us still in stockings. She lifted the edge of the quilt and crawled into bed, still pulling me with her. She lowered the quilt over us as we lay facing each other.

To be continued in part two.

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Nicole Qualley.

‘Ugh! Gym sucks!’ Nicole Qualley thought as she put what she could in her locker and escaped the confining walls of her school–Sommerville House, an all-girls private college in Brisbane’s South Brisbane district.

Attending an all-girls school was bad enough, but having to walk past a Catholic all-boys school to catch her train home? The pits! The relentless teasing and innuendo she and the others who also caught a train had to endure daily as they walked past St Laurence’s College was beyond the pale.

One day, one of the morons that school called ‘young gentleman’ tried to accost her. Well, Nicole was having none of that!

“Out of the way, limp dick,” she snarled as he placed himself in front of her.

Surprised by Nicole’s vehemence, the boy backed up two paces before the heckling from his ‘roomies’ caused him to react angrily.

“Who are you to talk to me like that, you fuck ugly dyke?” The boy snapped.

“Perfect, limp dick,” Nicole responded. “Challenge your masculinity, and you immediately resort to playing the lesbian card. Listen, dickhead, just because I have no interest in your tiny wiener doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian. It’s just that I prefer dicks that are attached to real men, not some egotistical jock itch with no brain. Now, out of the way, I have a train to catch.”

“You look like that actress Margaret Qualley,” ‘limp dick’ stated. “Everyone knows that she’s a dyke.”

Surprisingly, Nicole shares Margaret’s surname, although ‘limp dick’ couldn’t have known that. A Google search failed to find any known family relation to the American actress or her more famous mother, Andie MacDowell.

“Yeah,” Nicole said sarcastically. “That’s why she’s married to a bloke.”

“Are you boys hassling this young lady?” A deep male voice asked, breaking into the confrontation. Nicole turned to see her gym teacher, Mister Cummins.

“No, Sir,” ‘limp dick’ and the others quickly denied.

“Then why are you standing in front of the woman blocking her path?” Mister Cummins asked.

“We were just talking to her, Sir,” ‘limp dick’ protested.

“Have you any idea how long I’ve been watching?” Mister Cummins enquired.

“No, sir,” ‘limp dick’ replied.

“I thought not,” Mister Cummins disgustedly added. “I’ll have your names, and believe me when I say I’ll be talking to my counterpart at this school. Now, hand your school IDs over.” Mr Cummins stood with his hand out, waiting for the boys to hand them over.

The four young men reluctantly handed their cards to the teacher, who put them on the low wall around the school, took his phone out and photographed them. “Now, walk away,” Mr Cummins commanded. “I do not care in which direction you walk away as long as it is not in the same direction as the young lady.”

Muttering, the four boys wandered off, glaring back at Nicole. Nicole hefted her school bag and made to walk off.

“Excuse me, Miss Qualley?” the young teacher called Mister Cummins said. Nicole turned to face him. “You’re catching the train?” He asked.

Nicole nodded, but when he raised an eyebrow, she explained. “I don’t like travelling home in a sweaty sports uniform, so I showered and changed before walking to catch my train.”

“If you’re doing that, aren’t you supposed to change into your regular uniform for the trip home?” Mister Cummins asked.

Technically, the teacher was correct. School policy dictated that she was supposed to remain in uniform from the moment she exited her front door until she returned. However, Nicole had exactly one uniform to go with her sports one. Wearing it to class, if she had gym that day, was permissible, as was wearing it home. But if she wanted to shower and change after her class, she was supposed to put on her regular uniform.

Nicole’s parents struggled to make ends meet. They’d sacrificed almost everything they had to send their vivacious, intimidatingly intelligent only child to a private school, hoping to give her the best chance to succeed in her goal of becoming a Supreme Court Judge. Nicole had one uniform because that was all her parents could afford. She wore it Monday and Tuesday, put it in the wash Tuesday night, wore her sports uniform to school on Wednesday, and then wore her only uniform for the last two school days.

Nicole wondered how much trouble she was in before the teacher kindly smiled and said, “I don’t think those boys will circle around and cause you any more trouble, but if you prefer to be safe, wait with me in the staffroom, and I’ll pick up what I need to take home and escort you to the station.

Nicole examined her rescuer –Middish height, around 178 cm (5ft. 10), she guessed. Slender with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Nicole estimated the teacher would weigh around 70 Kg (154 lbs). Piercing, bright blue eyes under a pronounced brow and heavy jet-black hair spikily cut and left tousled. Full lips over an already dark ‘five o’clock shadow, even though it was only a little after three p.m. He sefaköy escort wore the expected sweatpants and a clinging black T-shirt with The Sommerville House’s logo emblazoned over his heart. Mister Cummins was a favourite amongst the more forward of the girls.

Nicole thought through what she knew of the gym teacher. Head of department, she suddenly remembered. Known to be witty and charming, a stern disciplinarian, but also known to laugh and joke with his students. Looking up, Nicole met the teacher’s eyes and jumped when she realised he was grinning laconically at her inspection.

“Would you prefer to wait with me, Miss?” Mister Cummins asked.

“My name is Nicole Qualley,” Nicole answered. “I do not like to be called anything other than Nicole, and yes, I prefer to wait.”

The teacher smiled, and with his eyes sparkling with laughter, he held out his right hand, “Nick Cummins, Miss Nicole,” he said. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Nicholas, but I prefer Nick. This way, if you will?”

Nicole, surprised by her sudden acceptance of an escort, meekly followed the teacher back to Sommerville House. Realising the young woman was shy and uncertain, Nick made small talk, hoping to reassure his new acquaintance that everything was okay. He explained that he’d jumped a year during state school, had sat for his Uni entrance exams a year early, and compressed his double degree, BSc. Math and a B.Ed. Secondary from four years to three.

“How old are you?” Nicole bluntly asked, thinking he was still way too young to be a head sports coach.

Nick grinned and said, “You first, Miss Nicole.”

“I turned eighteen last week,” Nicole admitted. “I’m a high school senior, as you know, and regardless of the end-of-year exams, as long as I pass, I’ll finish high school with straight As.”

“Your parents wouldn’t allow you to jump a grade?” Nick asked.

“They thought it would be detrimental to my socialisation skills,” Nicole explained. “So instead, I sat bored through the last five school years.”

“Almost done now, though,” Nick sympathetically said as he opened the staffroom door and allowed Nicole to enter first. He swiftly gathered the papers he needed to mark and review into his satchel and swung it over his shoulder. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested. “Before another set of ill-mannered louts cause me to use my authority to chastise them.”

“You didn’t tell me how old you are,” Nicole protested as she walked through the held open door.

“No, I didn’t,” Nick chuckled as he surreptitiously admired the tight, round bottom passing through his door.

“So, Mister Cummins,” Nicole pretended to say exasperatedly, “How old are you?” As she asked, Nicole wondered why it mattered. On her list of what she desired in a man, Nick was 1) Older than her, 2) Worldly, 3) As intelligent, if not more intelligent than her, and 4) Handsome.

There was another closely guarded requirement –5) Experienced. Nicole was a virgin and sure did not want to experience what some of her friends had — a clumsy, awkward, painful first experience. Instead, she wanted her first to be an experienced, older lover who would take her journeying on a sexual adventure.

Nicole held a deeper need, one she only admitted to herself when she gave herself personal, intimate attention –she wanted her man to be dominant. He should be confident enough to demand what he wanted from his lover and then show her how to do it. Nicole thought that Nick just might be that guy.

As the couple walked towards the nearby Southbank station, Nick refused to answer. Instead, he asked intelligent, insightful questions about Nicole’s schooling, her experiences at school, how she managed such good grades (four+ hours per night of study), and what she hoped to achieve in her life.

In turn, Nicole asked why, given Nick was so intelligent, he had ‘settled’ on being a teacher. Surely, with that much intelligence, he could have been a doctor, lawyer, or anything. Nick laughed and pointed out that, as Nicole does, he despaired at how little he was taught and the sparsity of knowledge he gained. That was when he decided the only way to change the system was from the inside.

“We’re not challenging today’s students, Nicole,” he explained. “We’re allowing mediocrity to rule. We’re so tied up on ensuring equality for everyone that we’re punishing anyone ahead of the curve. We don’t laud intelligence any more. Instead, we insult and belittle it and try to drag it down to the mean. That’s wrong! Where will the next Steve Jobs come from? What educational institution will nurture the next Spielberg? It needs to change. Mahatma Gandhi said, ‘Be the change you wish to see in the world’. Well, I’m trying to be that change.”

“Don Quixote comes to mind,” Nicole riposted.

Surprised, Nick asked, “You’ve read the book?”

Nicole nodded, “That one, plus Stranger in a Strange Land, 1984, Animal Farm, Brave New World, The Odyssey, and To Kill a Mocking beykent escort Bird.”

“All required reading for your English classes?” Nick queried, knowing they weren’t but amazed that a modern student had read so extensively of the classics.

“Only To Kill a Mocking Bird,” Nicole clarified. “The rest I read because I wanted to.”

“Why did you want to?” Nick asked as he and Nicole walked to where the Cleveland train would pull up.

“If I’m going to be a Supreme Court judge, I need the education and ability to put together a lot of brilliant briefs that become law. To write those, I’ve studied the classics so my prose will read and sound meaningful.”

Awed, Nick responded, “Good thinking and planning, Nicole.” Then he looked about. “What train are you catching?”

“The Cleveland line as far as Lindum. My pushbike is chained there, and I’ll ride that to Tingalpa, where I live.”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?” Nick asked. “I’m going to Ormiston.”

“It’s a free country,” Nicole teased as she placed her ‘Gocard’ against the automatic scanner, glad their conversation could continue.

With the delay, Nicole had missed her usual train and would be home at least thirty minutes late. Not that it mattered. Her parents had jobs, and she was an only child. Her parents wouldn’t make it home until close to six. She’d have dinner ready for everyone by then. The train Nick typically took pulled in fifteen minutes later, and they got on board.

Nick and Nicole chatted amiably together for the first part of the journey. But when the train stopped at Coorparoo, an old friend from Nicole’s state school got on. The girls squealed when they saw each other and were soon chatting about what they’d been up to since they last spoke. Nick didn’t mind because it gave him time to study the breathtaking young woman who had so suddenly swirled into his life.

‘The boy Nicole called ‘limp dick’ is right,’ Nick thought. ‘She does have a startling resemblance to Andie MacDowell’s daughter, Margaret. She’s significantly shorter, though,’ he realised. Using his mother as a guide, Nick estimated Nicole to be no more than 157 cm (5ft. 2) tall. He guessed her weight was less than 46 kg (102 lbs). Nicole’s 32B breasts were more prominent than her counterpart’s and looked big on her slender chest. However, Nicole has the same lustrous light-brown hair and blue eyes as Margaret. Plus, Nicole and Margaret share similar mouths, noses and bright white teeth. ‘Yes,’ Nick added to his musings. ‘Definitely very similar looking to Margaret Qualley.’

Nick felt his dick shift and lengthen as he watched his new, young friend. Initiating an affair with a high school student when you are a teacher is fraught with danger, especially when they were a pupil at your school. That was true even when that student was eighteen. However, Nick hadn’t felt as attracted to a woman as he felt toward Nicole since his university days. He hoped Nicole’s friend got off the train soon so he had more time to chat with Nicole.

His wish was granted at Murarrie station. Unfortunately, that left only the seldom-used Doboy station and Hemmant before the train pulled into Lindum, where Nicole would depart. Nick racked his brain, trying to think of a subject to restart their conversation. However, as was often the case in this situation, all his mind could produce was banalities about the weather or school.

But, before he could speak, Nicole turned towards him, her incongruously long legs lifting before she rested her feet on the seat across from her. “So, Gym Teacher Nick,” she teased as her eyes sought his. “You still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“No, I haven’t,” Nick confirmed before asking Nicole what she did for fun. He casually placed his hand on Nicole’s outer thigh, well below her dress’ hem. Nicole felt her heart jump and arousal flare, but she glared at him and forcefully pushed his hand off her thigh. Nick pretended nothing had happened and intently listened as Nicole described her passion, women’s softball. How she’d watched highlights of Australia’s medal-winning games at several Olympics and hoped to emulate those women and help her country win further medals.

Nicole said nothing about Nick putting his hand on her leg, but her arousal continued to grow as she remembered the thrill that raced through her body at his touch. Nicole didn’t know what she wanted. But she knew he wanted Nick to be more manly, to act more dominantly. Of course, she’d resist, rebuffing his advances, and if he were like the other boys Nicole had allowed to get this close, he’d give up, mutter about her being a dyke and storm off. Nicole hoped Nick wouldn’t give up.

However, before either could do anything about their burgeoning desire for each other, the conductor announced Lindum station, and Nicole disembarked, her thigh remembering Nick’s caress. Just before the door closed, Nick said, “Nicole?” She looked at him. “Twenty-seven,” he added as the doors closed.

Taking kayaşehir escort off the chains that held her bike to the rack, Nicole rode home in a dream. As she rode, the bicycle’s seat pressed maddeningly against her untainted entrance, and images of the young principal formed unbidden in her mind.

‘He smelled… Manly,’ her imagination filled in for her.

Getting home, Nicole raced to her bedroom, flinging her sundress, bra and panties behind her. Leaping onto the bed, she pictured Mister Nick Cummins dressed as an old-time headmaster, carrying a cane and demanding that she bend over his desk to receive her punishment. Holding a pillow over her face, Nicole screamed into it as her flickering fingers elicited an explosive orgasm from her sopping pussy.

Nicole slept briefly and dreamed of a future–a future with an anonymous lover whom she worked and raised kids as an equal with but who was undoubtedly her man in every way that implied. He would be the man, and she would serve him willingly. Until today, that man’s face had always been blurred but now resembled a certain gym teacher she’d recently masturbated to images of.

When Nicole’s mum, Erica, arrived home, she found her pretty, vivacious, screamingly intelligent daughter singing along to the earbuds in her ears as she finished cooking dinner. ‘Billie Eilish, for sure,’ Erica thought as she watched her daughter sing, swing, and smile.

Erica worried for her daughter. Eighteen, and never once had Nicole mentioned a boyfriend. Nor had she spoken of talking to a male friend. Erica wondered if her daughter was gay. It wouldn’t matter to her or her husband, Ethan if Nicole was. Erica just wanted her daughter to be happy and well-adjusted. She wondered again whether the decision she and Ethan made to hold her back was the right one. ‘Not that I can do anything about it, now,’ she thought.

After watching her daughter sway and sing for a while, Erica dropped her work bag onto the table with a loud bang, letting Nicole know she was home. At the sudden noise, Nicole spun. Spotting her mother, she smiled and pulled the buds out.

“Evening, Mother,” she said. Knowing her mother disliked being called that.

Crossing to hug her daughter, Erica facetiously growled, “I know you’re teasing me with that name, Miss. But you’re not so big or old that I can’t spank you!”

“Sorry, Mother,” Nicole teased, knowing her parents had never physically disciplined her and wouldn’t begin now.

Mother and daughter giggled and exchanged cheek kisses before Nicole turned back to mashing the potatoes. “Have you heard from Dad?” She asked.

“Yes,” Erica answered. “We chatted using our phones’ hands-free connection on my way home. He said he was just leaving, so I’d expect him here anytime soon.”

Erica moved to get glasses. She placed them and poured wine for herself and her daughter from the cask sitting on the fridge’s bottom shelf. Then, hearing her husband’s car pulling into the driveway, she brought out a can of beer and cracked it open.

Nicole watched her mother evenly, with an eyebrow raised. Money was tight in this household, and alcohol was a treat they rarely allowed themselves.

Erica smiled and said, “Wait for your father and dinner.”

Ethan picked that time to walk in, and he, too, raised an eyebrow when Erica handed him the can.

“What’s the occasion?” He cheerfully asked as he took an appreciative swig.

“During dinner,” Erica scolded. “You smell,” she told her husband. “Go and have a shower. We’ll hold dinner for you.”

Ethan works for the city council as a labourer. It is a secure job, which is why he took it, but it doesn’t pay more than the minimum wage. With his days spent labouring at cutting grass, digging trenches, filling in potholes, or whatever else his team were assigned to meant, unless it rained, Ethan returned home tired, dirty, and smelly most days. If it rained, his team got to sit around the council sheds until either it cleared or five hours passed. After five hours of rain, Ethan’s team were sent home, receiving a full day’s pay.

Ethan loved those days because it meant he could spend the afternoon with his daughter. Her intelligence and wit enthralled him, and he wished he could give her more. He didn’t realise his daughter knew he’d sacrificed everything he and her mother had in savings to send her to an exclusive private high school and how much Nicole loved and appreciated them for doing it. She would make them proud, she vowed. Then, when her career took off, she’d pay them back by buying them their longed-for around-the-world boat cruise. First class, all the way, Nicole swore.

Ethan joined his family at the dinner table only a few short minutes later. He looked at the delicious smelling lasagne his daughter had made and smiled. Yes, money was short, but pork mince was cheap, as were the sheets between the meat layers. He marvelled how, between his wife and daughter, they could eat mince between three and five times a week but never repeat a meal. His girls typically made enough for everyone’s lunches the following day.

Erica waited until everyone had plates in front of them, then picking up her glass, she said, “A toast to me.” The others looked at her, waiting to see why. Erica didn’t disappoint. “I’ve been made regional manager for South East Queensland,” she announced.

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Boy did I wander into the wrong place. I was so drunk I did not realize this was a gay club with live shows. I had been chasing pussy all evening without success and here I was watching men having gay sex.

There were two stages. One with cocksuckers and one with guys getting their asses drilled. Strangely my cock had gotten very hard.

A hot looking young man put his arm around my neck and said come with me. I thought he said cum with me lol. I followed along. We went thru a door into a large room with a full-blown orgy going on.

I brought you here to fuck you, the guy said. With that, he turned me around, and planted a kiss full on my lips inserting his tongue as he did. I responded in kind as I felt his hard cock against my abdomen. With zero homosexual experience, I was being deep kissed by a man desiring to fuck me.

Without realizing it, my clothes were being stripped off. Soon I was standing nude with the exception of my argyle socks. It was almost comical, so I lost the socks. My soon to be lover had undressed and took me back in his arms. His hard cock stabbing me in my stomach.

He bent me over as he applied lubricant to his cock and my ass. I was about to get fucked for real. Insertion was slow and easy as the head of his cock popped in. I grimaced with some pain as his cock inched in further. I never felt so full before. My super sensitive merter escort prostate was sending out waves of pleasure as it was being massaged by the big cock in my ass.

As he began plowing my ass, I heard, “Open your mouth.” I opened my mouth to speak but it was quickly filled with another big cock. I had no idea who was now skull fucking me. All I knew I was being drilled from both ends. I was like a piece of meat on a spit being roasted.

There was so much moaning in the room I could not hear myself think. So many guys being fucked. It was surreal. What a movie this would make. Probably the best grossing porno of all time with me playing a bit

part.

My mouth and ass were filled with cum causing me to spill my-cum on the floor. I had been thoroughly fucked. Before I could upright myself, a second set of cocks replaced the originals. I was being fucked for the second time. This scenario was repeated twice more before I collapsed on the floor in a pool of cum of my own making.

Then, I was stirred to conscious by hearing my mother saying, “Time to get up breakfast is ready Tommy.”

I had just had another homosexual dream. Each new dream was more realistic than the ones before. My PJs were cum stained once again. Mom must have wondered by me constantly staining my PJs with spunk, but she bağcılar escort never spoke of it.

Here I was a 21-year-old still living with his mother and having wet homosexual dreams. As far as I knew there had never been any homos in our family. I had no real experience only dreams.

I decided I needed professional help and began a search for a reputable Analyst. Since my dreams consisted of homosexuality you would think I would seek a male Analyst, but instead contacted Doctor Donna Reed for an appointment.

Doctor Reed was a psychiatrist meaning she was also an MD. After our initial interview, Doctor Reed suggested a thorough physical examination to see if there were any organic issues.

I got that exam and I mean thorough exam including checking my prostate. When she touched my prostate gland, I embarrassedly orgasmed and shot cum on her exam table. Doctor Reed smiled.

Doctor Reed concluded there was nothing organic wrong with me and decided to do a complete psycho analysis of me. She interviewed me delving deeply into my dreams. My dreams appear to come out normal. But why were they homosexual dreams when I was outwardly heterosexual. She decided to try hypnosis. I was not an easy candidate and her first attempts to put me under were unsuccessful.

Doctor Reed decided to try something halkalı escort new and untested. It was based on a theory held by the imminent Doctor Braun of the University of Munich. Doctor Braun had written a thesis where he held that people with certain sexual issues could only be hypnotize while in a state of complete sexual arousal. A theory not held by all people of science. But Doctor Reed felt it was worth a try.

Doctor Reed shed her clothes and displayed a fine set of tits and a neatly trimmed bush with a protruding clit. Doctor Braun’s theory was proven out when I went under hypnosis very quickly. Doctor Reed had aroused my heterosexual instincts making me any easy hypnosis candidate. In my state I was sporting a very hard aching boner. I was in much need of relief.

Doctor Reed quickly diagnosed my situation and sat down on my boner. As my cock entered her tight cunt, I was being transformed. It was no longer cocks I desired it was pussy. Doctor Reed was developing much needed data on her next publication as she bounced up and down on my throbbing cock. I was fucking my first pussy and loving it.

I was never a homosexual, but rather someone that was very confused. I needed a dose of reality to clear my confusion. Fucking Doctor Reed was providing that dose of reality. When I pumped my-cum in the hot twat of Doctor Reed my confusion was rapidly dissipated. Doctor Reed had worked a miracle, I was cured.

Doctor Reed became a famous author upon publication of her book titled, Solving the confusion of Homosexuality. She was a hit on all the radio and tv talk shows.

Me, I got married and am now the father of 3 with a 4th on the way. Oh yes, my homo dreams are gone.

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Babysitting for Josh and Kathy had been more lucrative than any of her other sitting gigs, they called at least twice a week and sometimes as many as five times. Josh worked away a lot and Kathy was a baker who often worked night shifts. They were thrilled when they found a sensible and dependable girl to help. The only problem was, it was seriously affecting her love-life, or total lack there-of.

At twenty-one she had been a late bloomer, in fact it had only been in the past few months she had started getting attention from guys. She had kissed a few guys, but that was it, she had never gotten near second base and she was beginning to think she never would. Being a virgin at twenty-one was not something she was happy about! She had meant to be on a date but Kathy called in a panic, she was on night duty and Josh had been held up at a site meeting, and wouldn’t be home till eleven pm.

The kids were asleep by the time she arrived at eight twenty-five, “You are an absolute life-saver Jen!” Kathy said with a quick hug before running out the door. “There’s food, bla bla, you know the drill!”

“Have a good night at work!” Jen replied with a smile.

She settled on the couch and decided not to watch tv but instead to get through some of the book she had to read for her Lit class. The End of The Affair by Graham Greene had been an unexpected hit in that semester’s reading list, she was sure she would hate it but was drawn in almost immediately. The book was set during WWII in London, and focused on a doomed love affair, she pulled the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch and lay down to read.

She came to a scene that caused a tingle between her legs, the main characters were going to have sex and were making their way upstairs, his hand rubbing her sex over her clothes. It was so subtly sexy. She tried to resist but couldn’t and slid a hand under the waistband of her jeans and knickers, quickly finding her throbbing clitoris. She closed her eyes, imagining the hands of a man on her, her fingers strummed hard on her little swollen nub. She was not teasing, she needed to come and was rubbing in earnest.

“Hey Jen I… uh… shit…” The voice felt like a gun-shot, she pulled her hand away and jumped up to find Josh standing in the doorway, hours early and very red-faced.

She burst into tears, racked with sobs, trying to grab her stuff, she just wanted to get out of there.

“I’m… sorry… I… I…” She couldn’t form the words, sobbing her heart out.

Josh walked across the room and put his arms around her, pulling her close, “Hey it’s ok, please don’t cry.” He said as he rubbed a comforting hand on her hair, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” He repeated.

It took a few minutes but Josh’s words worked, she was calming. He led her back to the couch and sat her down, she put her head in her hands, unable to meet his eye.

“Josh I am so very sorry. I was reading this book and… I’ve never done that before when I babysat, I dunno what came over me…” She trailed off.

“Don’t worry, it happens…” He replied.

“I’m mortified, I could die of shame right now!” She said, sneaking a sideways glance at him before quickly burying her head in her hands.

“Listen, it was a bit of a shock and it would probably be best if you didn’t do it when you’re babysitting, in case one of the kids were to wake and come down. But it’s not the end of the world, do you know how many times I’ve been caught?” He asked, reaching an arm around her shoulder, physically reassuring her.

“You’ve been caught?” She asked, looking back up at him.

“When I was at college, çapa escort I got caught by my roommate, more than once, my coach caught me in the shower after a game… you don’t need to feel embarrassed.” He answered with a smile, rubbing his hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for being so kind about it.” She smiled weakly. “I’m sure you want to rip your eyeballs out.” She added, trying to lighten things.

“Uh no, on the contrary, I’m kinda sorry I opened my big mouth before I saw what you were doing!” He said, grinning, causing Jen’s face to redden again.

“You’d have watched?” She asked in a barely audible whisper, her pussy throbbed in reaction to his words.

“I probably shouldn’t admit to that, but fuck yes. That’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in… years!” He let his finger trail from her shoulder to her collarbone and back.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better!” She said.

“There’s a tent in my trousers to prove I’m telling the truth!” He glanced down towards his crotch and her eyes followed, settling on his erection.

“I’ve never been this close to an erection before.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“What?” He exclaimed, clearly shocked.

“I can’t believe I just said that, honestly, I don’t know what has come over me.” The blush was now extending to her neck and ears.

“Jen, are you a virgin?” Josh asked cautiously.

“Yep, never even been to second base.” Her answer was more candid than she had intended.

“No wonder you… well, you must be really horny!” His hand explored her arm as he spoke.

“Yeah, I think you’ve seen just how horny I am.” Her tone was lighter than it had been and he wondered if she was flirting with him.

“Have you been saving yourself?” He asked, his cock straining against his pants.

“Not really, I guess I was holding out for someone who knew what they were doing… but then it just never happened and now I’m twenty-one and it’s just embarrassing now.” She looked away.

He took her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him again. “You are a very beautiful girl, you have no idea how many men would dream of being with you, of taking your virginity.” He watched intently, looking for any sign she wanted him to push further. She put a hand on his thigh.

“Thanks Josh, that’s really kind of you.” She cooed, gazing up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her very softly, moving from her lips to her neck and eliciting an immediate response. Her breath ragged, she moaned a low expression of pleasure.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and I can show you some of the bases?” He asked hopefully. “We don’t have to do everything all at once.” He added, not wanting to spook her; he was desperate to be the one who took this beautiful young woman’s virginity.

“I’d like that.” She whispered, trembling. She had never been so turned on.

He stood and took her hand, pulling her to her feet, towering over her. He led her slowly through his home to the guest bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them he was on her, kissing her hard, pushing himself into her.

“Have you ever touched a cock before?” He asked.

“No, I’ve never even seen one in person.” She replied. “I want to though, can I touch yours’?”

“I’d like that a lot, shall I undress?” He took her hand and rubbed it on his clothes boner.

“Yes, should I undress too?” She asked expectantly as he immediately began peeling off his clothes.

“I would love to see your body!” He replied as he slid his boxer shorts off.

He climbed fatih escort onto the bed and watched as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a plain white bra supporting her perfect shapely boobs. It was all he could do not to yank at himself when she undid the bra and set it aside. Her tits were a marvel, big but pert with big pink Areolae. She was lean without being skinny, a small waist accentuated by wide hips and a flat stomach. As she pushed her jeans to the ground and stepped out of them, he got his first look at her legs, long, lean and tanned. He longed to have them wrapped around him! Her knickers were a plain, white match to the already discarded bra.

“Come over onto the bed.” He said, and she complied.

The sight of her crawling up the bed towards him was almost enough to make him lose it.

“You are so beautiful!” He said through kisses as she reached him.

He took her in his arms and easily lifted her, setting her on her back, he used his knees to push her legs apart. He laid between her legs, letting his hard cock rest against her knickers, feeling the heat from her pussy. He leaned in and kissed her, their bodies totally connected, and gently started to buck against her. She kissed him back with vigour and moaned into his kiss as he humped her.

“So this is technically first base, albeit with fewer clothes, second base is hands, would you like to go to second base?” He asked in between kisses.

“Yes” She panted.

He climbed off and lay down beside her, scooping her up so his arm was around her shoulders, he leaned in and kissed her, her face in his free hand. He let his hand trail down across her jawline, down her neck to her breasts, he explored both while continuing to lavish her with kisses. He let his hand trail down over the soft skin of her stomach and down over her knickers, teasing her by rubbing her over the fabric; she gasped in pleasure. He pushed his hand under the elastic of her knickers and across the soft, smooth skin of her mons; surprised to find her hairless. He parted her lip and rubbed the length of her, she cried out as he grazed her clitoris.

“Oh my god…” She gasped as he pushed a finger inside her tight hole.

He gently fingered her and used his thumb to rub her clitoris, she was writhing in his arms, panting and barely containing her cries. She was very wet and very responsive to his every move. He loved how tight she felt, even on his finger!

“While I do this, take my cock in your hand, rub up and down.” His breath heavy and fast, it was all he could do not to explode as her small hand took his cock. He could tell they were both very close to explosive orgasms.

The addition of a second finger sealed the deal and she came hard, her pussy clamping hard on his fingers as she cried out. Feeling the tight grip of her pussy sent him over the edge and he erupted as she pumped his cock.

“Oh shit!” She cried as his cum shot all over her hand and stomach. “I didn’t know it would come out like that!”

“It doesn’t always come that hard, you made me hornier than ever!” He answered, kissing her.

Josh got up and fetched some towels and helped her clean up.

“Would you like to stop there, or would you like to see what third base is like?” He asked hopefully.

“I can’t imagine anything feeling as good as that, but I wanna find out!”

“Do you know what third base is?” He asked.

“Uh not really, a blow job I guess?” She was unsure.

“Not exactly, baby.” He purred, crawling between her legs and peeling off her knickers.

“That’s fındıkzade escort part of it, but we can save that for another day.”

He kissed his way down her body, paying special attention to anywhere that made her moan. When he parted her lips and thrust his face between her folds she tensed up. “You don’t have to do that, it must be gross.” She said.

“It’s not gross, it’s delicious, you’re delicious.” He answered and dove back in, “Honey relax and don’t think about it, just feel it. This is the most natural thing in the world.” He said feeling her nerves.

He explored her with his tongue, lapping hungrily at her but it wasn’t till his tongue found her clitoris did her body relax, a long moan escaping her. He licked, flicked and circled her clit before sucking on it with a gentle force that dissolved her and sent her crashing into another shattering orgasm.

It took a few minutes for her breathing to settle, he took her in his arms and cuddled her, petting at her.

“Did you enjoy that baby?” He asked when he thought she was back down to earth.

“Oh my goodness… Josh, I have never felt anything so good in my whole life!” She panted. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” He said, grinning. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, I want you to put it in me.” She whispered, blushing.

He once again crawled between her legs and lined his rock hard cock to her virgin cunt, dipping the head in a little and rubbing it along her slit to lubricate himself. “I’m going to go very slow until you are used to it, if it’s really sore just tell me and we can slow down more; OK?” She just nodded, wide-eyed.

He lay down on his elbows and pulled her legs up so her knees were bent, and very delicately pushed inside her, once the head was in he stopped, rocking slightly. Every cell in his body was urging him to bury himself in her but he wanted her to enjoy this. After a minute he pushed in an inch farther, he had never felt anything like it; she was vice-tight. Incredible. He started to thrust gently in and out with about a third of his length. Her body was relaxing and she was starting to moan and writhe around. When he felt her hands on his arse, he knew she was ready for a bit more and thrust in an inch deeper, she cried out in pleasure. He thrust again, and their bodies met as he bottomed out. He kept still for a few seconds, “Are you OK?” He panted.

“Yeah, it’s a little sore but it feels so good.” She was really writhing now.

He kept his cock buried but started grinding into her, she was getting really vocal, moaning and panting. All control was lost and Josh pulled his cock almost all the way out and pushed it in until their bodies touched again. She almost screamed; he had to put a hand over her mouth. He started to pump at a steady pace, he knew he wouldn’t last long, her pussy felt incredible as it clamped his member.

“Can you go faster, I think it’s gonna happen again!” She said, pulling his hand from her mouth.

It was all he needed to hear. He started pumping into her at pace and seeing she was so close to coming; he thrust as hard and fast as he could. It didn’t take long of his hard fucking before she bit down on the hand over her mouth and shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed hard, gripping his cock so tightly that he exploded, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her. He could barely breathe, both of them panting hard, his cock still buried ball-deep in her; he collapsed onto her. Spent.

It took several minutes for them to decouple; he slumped beside her, still lying half on her.

“Are you ok? Was it ok?” He asked, cupping her face in his hand.

“Baby!” She grabbed him and kissed him deeply.

“If I’m caught late again tomorrow, would you be up for learning some more new techniques?” He was hoping beyond hope.

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more!”

…

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Authors note.

Ever worried your daughters first time could be ruined by an incompetent boyfriend? Do you wish you could hire a woman to test drive him first? Nicole thinks her friend Holly is mad but is she?

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Nicole needed a fuck, it had been nearly a week since she last had cock and his performance left a lot to be desired. Work and family commitments had hampered her opportunities, but now it was Friday and the hunt was on. At a mere 4′ 10 her 38DD-24-36 figure drew the eye and paired nicely with her flirtatious bubbly personality and natural blonde hair that was always worn up. Tonight her dark red low-cut dress advertised both breast and leg leaving no man in doubt about what was on offer.

At 25, Nicole was experienced, and like most girls, she had a few fuckbuddies she could call upon. But she enjoyed the thrill of new encounters. She had always been impulsive and thinking was never her strong point. While most women would ponder over whether to buy those shoes online and which outfit they’d match, Nicole would click buy in seconds, then sort out those problems with more shopping. Nicole did not have a healthy bank account.

Years ago, when she was barely legal, she made one such snap decision and blinkers on to the dangers, went home with a hot guy who picked her up in a bar. It could have all gone tragically wrong, yet miraculously she lost her cherry in a night of wild abandonment and orgasmic conclusion.

She had learned since, that such encounters were a hit-and-miss affair, while one man could ride and skillfully guide you to a mattress-drenching finish, more often than not you left with an apology and a pathetic excuse. Perhaps it was this unpredictability that drew her to the chase, Nicole was always looking to recapture the thrill of her first time.

She never drank alone, so tonight she was meeting up with her old friend Holly. Like Nicole, she was blessed with ample chest but stood close to six foot with long legs that went right up to her flowing red hair that danced like a silk sheet on her back with every step she took.

Two years her senior, she had been a role model in Nicole’s early sexual development. Holly oozed sexual confidence to the point of intimation. She was the type many men struggled to look in the eye and beat the meat to alone at night. A little boldness would have seen many a lonely cock embraced in her warmth.

They had agreed to meet each other at the usual place under the clock tower in the town square. Holly was already waiting when Nicole arrived, she stood up from the wooden bench to greet her.

“Nicole, looking good. Where are we off to first then?”

“Red Lion? I don’t fancy the Tanner’s Arms it’s gone downhill.”

“Yeah, new landlords killed it with the crap music.”

“Attracts the wrong sort of crowd doesn’t it? I’m guessing from that outfit you’re looking to swallow more than a few pints?”

“Bloody right I am.”

Reaching their destination the girls bought a glass of wine each and sat at a small circular table. The secret was to pick one in sight of the bar near the main thoroughfare. That way you got noticed by guys and were easier to approach. A tiny table also hinted that you weren’t waiting for your boyfriends.

“So, didn’t go well last weekend then with that guy? He looked ok though,” asked Holly.

“No qualms about his size, he just couldn’t use it. If he wasn’t 30 I’d swear he was a virgin.”

“Clumsy was he?”

“God it was like being fucked by a table, you know when you do the plank down the gym? Imagine being under a guy doing that.”

“So you didn’t cum then?”

“Only saving grace was he was finished in 5 minutes. Then the cheeky twat asked if I came. Lack of fucking moaning should have been a clue. If he was my first I swear I would have turned into a fucking lesbian.”

“You know what you are? A fucking hero. That guy could have picked up a virgin that night and ruined her first time.”

“Yeah, I deserve a fucking medal.”

“If you think about it how many guys you been with now? A fair few, boyfriends and one-night stands. How many were disappointing in the sack?”

“More than I’d like. I mean sure you can play the odds, pick up on those signs a guy’ll be good but the end of the day it’s still a gamble.”

“It’s like my dad, spends a fortune on fishing tackle, stares for hours at wind charts and tide tables, gets up at 3 am to be right place right time. You know what he catches? Fuck all 90% of the time but he’s happy as a pig in shit when it pays off.”

“You remember that time your mum said he couldn’t go that night, and the next day some guy put a giant fish on Facebook?”

“God he was fucking gutted never stopped whining for weeks it should have been his.”

“He does take some nice sunrise photos though.”

Holly raised her glass, “Well here’s to all three of us catching a big one tonight.”

“You know what they should do? Give cocks sizes as they do with bras. None of this 12.65cm crap, just a nice round beşiktaş escort number and a letter. 5A is 5 inches and skinny 8D is 8 inches and thick.”

“Nah, guys can’t even understand bras. Keep the number but the letter should reflect his dick skills. 6A, 6 inches excellent in bed, 6D, 6 inches but shit. Wouldn’t be hard if there was an app or something.”

“Fuck yeah, should be compulsory. Link it to face recognition and you’d know if he’s worth fucking with just a click. You could call it Dick Advisor.”

“It’s like when you sleep with a guy after his girlfriend boasts about his dick size. It’s a fucking invite as far as I’m concerned.”

“Exactly, if you don’t want other girls to fuck him don’t advertise it.”

“Look at that guy over there, the one with the woman in black. Opinion?” asked Holly.

“Well, she’s far better looking and that’s obviously a supermarket shirt so he’s not got a good income. Only logical conclusion is he’s got a big cock.”

“Soo, who’s going to fuck him, me or you?”

Nicole laughed, “What about her? don’t think she’ll be too keen.”

“It’s not like I’m going to walk up and fuck him on the table, I’ll wait until he goes to the toilet. I’ve got class me.”

“How do you know he’ll say yes?”

“Cos he’s looked at my tits twice already.”

“Half the pub’s been looking at them. Ok, your turn. That family over there on the corner table, thoughts? “

Holly looked out of the corner of her eye for a silent moment, “Husband and wife, obviously. The girl’s about 18, got her mother’s looks. But that other guy doesn’t seem to fit in, looks a little awkward too. I’d say he’s the girl’s boyfriend.”

“Come on you can do better than that.”

“Fathers reached that point where he’s having to accept a guy’s going to plough his daughter and he’s not happy it could be this one.”

“Or perhaps he already has?”

“Nah she looks a virgin and he’s sick of beating the meat until she says yes.”

“What about the mother?”

“Nah, don’t think he’s fucked her yet.”

“I mean does she look happy with her daughter’s choice?”

“Hmmm, Think we should go ask? “

Nicole laughed, Holly downed the last of her drink, raised her eyebrows and stood up. A feeling of dread swept over Nicole, she knew that look. This was one of those moments you wished you could watch through your fingers as the ground swallowed you up. But it was for moments like this she drank with Holly. With a smile, she casually trotted over to the family.

“Excuse me,” asked Holly as she leaned over their table. The woman gave her husband that, ‘get rid of her’ look but he was too busy trying to keep eye contact and not stare at Holly’s noticeable cleavage chasm. The daughter kept one eye on her and a watchful eye on her boyfriend.

“Me and my friend like to play this game where we pick random people and try to deduce things about them. Are we correct that this is your daughter and her boyfriend and not a brother?”

“Yes,” replied a confused-looking mother.

“Thought so,” said Holly as she turned to look at the girl, “My friend says you’re getting nailed by him but I think he’s only getting head, who’s right?”

“I beg your pardon,” snapped the mother, “I think you should leave.”

It was the response Holly expected but the father’s silence said more than the mother’s outburst. Men rarely stand up to women, preferring to hide behind their wives. But it was that quick glance at his daughter’s boyfriend that intrigued Holly, Why him and not his daughter?

“You know if you’re worried about his ability to give her a good time we can test him out for you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my performance,” barked the boyfriend, suddenly realizing his error as the father glared at him. Holly made good her escape. Nicole knew it was time to find another bar.

“By Jesus fuck, we’ve barely been out half an hour and you’ve destroyed a family,” said Nicole.

“I set the daughter free, no more sneaky cock, worrying about daddy finding out.”

“Yeah, long as he doesn’t kill the poor guy.”

“I was right though, I could see it in his eyes, he was concerned about his daughter’s cherry.”

“Well, up to five minutes ago she was happy enough with him.”

“She got lucky, millions won’t. I’m telling you thousands of parents would pay good money for someone to evaluate their daughter’s first dick.”

“Bollocks, you get some crazy ideas.”

“If I’m right you’re buying the next round,” with that Holly made her over to a middle-aged man coming out of a shop, “Excuse me, dumb question but do you have a daughter?”

He looked taken back for a moment, it had been many a year since he was last approached by an attractive girl. “Erm, yes,” he replied.

“All grown up?”

“Yes 21, do you two know her?” he replied with a confused look on his face.

“No, just assumed with your age you might have one. Thing is, me and my friend have been talking about sex.” His ears pricked up and his cock twitched. etiler escort “I think most dads worry about their daughter”s first fuck but my friend says they don’t care. So quick question would you pay a girl to test run her boyfriend before he ploughs her to make sure he’s doing it right?”

“I’m sorry I’m a bit confused here,” he replied.

“She only loses her cherry once and it’s a big deal to a girl, so as a father were you worried he’d ruin it by being a two-pump-chump or being too rough? “

“You hope it goes well but you tend not to think of her doing it?”

“See, told you dads didn’t care,” said Nicole.

“Not sure my daughter would have appreciated me having her boyfriend examined first either. What do I tell her, hey your boyfriends shit in bed you should dump him?”

Holly grinned, “Yeah pretty much. Look at it this way, if she had her heart set on a car because she liked the colour but you knew it was a death trap, would you stop her?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Same thing really, no harm in looking under the bonnet and taking it for a test drive to make sure the wheels don’t fall off.”

“Tell you what, give me a blow job and if you’re any good I’ll recommend your service to my mates.”

The girls weren’t convinced he would keep his word but it would be dumb to turn down the offer, besides after putting him on the spot they kinda felt they owed him one.

“So, which of us do you think you can handle?” asked Holly.

He wondered for a moment if they were just leading him on, but didn’t want to blow his chances. “You’ll do nicely.”

To his relief and surprise, he found himself being led by the arm into an unlit narrow dumpster-filled alleyway. It wasn’t exactly a romantic location but being a dead end the girls knew they weren’t going to be spotted. Nicole hung back a little as a lookout while in the shadows Holly got to work.

Squatting in such places was an art Holly had long mastered. The secret was to wear a skirt short enough that it wouldn’t touch the ground and heels of just the right height they allowed your bottom to perch comfortably on your heels.

He quickly fumbled with his belt and buckle opening up just enough to get his cock out. It was what Holly called a teapot cock in reference to the nursery rhyme I’m a little teapot short and stout. It wasn’t the mouth filler she hoped for but she was a girl of her word.

Holly looked up and in one motion took him entirely. From the tip of his cock that lay in her throat, to the base sealed with her lips, he was instantly in Heaven. She inhaled, clamping down from every angle almost crushing him in her oral embrace. It was her signature opening move that let guys know she was in control.

Good as she was at oral, Holly also enjoyed breathing and released her clasp before gagging. With him under control, it was time for her to get what she came for. He gripped her shoulders as his cock was massaged within, every nod of the head felt different as she expertly directed just the right amount of pressure and flexed her tongue.

He looked down and watched in awe as with each third suck his cock would disappear completely on cue. The view was enriched by the sight of her firm breasts that seemed to frame his cock as it glided between her eager lips. She slid her hand up his thigh and slipped it between his legs cradling his balls gently in her long red fingernails.

A swirl of tongue around the head and a snake-like flicker on the tip made him quiver and thank the gods for his blessing. The taste of precum on her tongue told Holly her fun would soon be over. Once more she took him deep and worked her magic rolling her head side to side as she bobbed and weaved along his ever-stiffening shaft. Sensing the inevitable Holly ceased the nodding and sucked like a staving calf until he erupted like a well-shaken champagne bottle.

“Why are you panting? I’m the one who done all of the work,” joked Holly as she rose to her feet.

“Fucking hell that was twenty times better than the wife.”

Holly giggled handing him her number scrawled on an old receipt, “Don’t forget to tell the wife and your friends.”

The girls soon found themselves in another pub. It was a noisier crowded venue, but the drinks were cheaper, which was always good the last week before payday. Not that the girls had any intention of buying.

At the far end of the bar stood two guys chatting as they waited to be served. Late thirties perhaps early forties they were ideal. The girls both had a thing for older guys, not only was the sex better there was something gratifying about being under the weight of a larger older male. Holly noticed one of them fix his eyes on the tight butt of a passing girl longer than would be considered polite. That ruled out the risk of them being gay but from this distance, they couldn’t see if they had a ring on their finger. It was time to wander over and say hi.

“You’re better off without him,” said Holly in a loud voice. It was an old ruse, beyoğlu escort nothing twitched a dick faster than hearing a girl was on the rebound.

“You’re right, I need a real man but I’ll settle for a G&T right now.”

The guy’s ears cocked up in textbook fashion, a twitch, a little head turn then the full body swing around. His eyes met Holly’s for a brief second before instinctively glimpsing down at her cleavage. It’s said that it’s impossible not to look at a £50 note held up and the same held true for Holly’s breasts.

He tore his gaze from her chest but the look on her face let him know she saw him look. She smiled to ease the tension and waited his response, it was important to let men think they were in control, especially the older ones.

“Evening Ladies, not seen you in here before.”

Both girls regularly drank there and it wasn’t the first time they’d heard that icebreaker, “We don’t come here much,” lied Holly.

“It’s not bad in here, can we get you a drink or are you waiting for someone?”

It was the classic toe dip response guys used to check if you had a partner, “No we’re both single, just out for a few drinks and a bit of fun,” replied Nicole with a smile and invited them to join them at a table.

Drinks secured for the night, the game was now to determine whether it was worth rewarding their generosity to the fullest extent. Naturally, a blow job was the bare minimum, that was just good manners, but both girls yearned for more. Short of confessing they had tiny cocks and lived in Mum’s basement the guy’s night looked promising.

“So what you into?” asked Holly as they took a table. In truth she didn’t really care if he collected stamps or skydived, the important thing was he avoided the answer ‘I’m into everything.’ It was an answer that pissed her off, no one is into everything. ‘Do you enjoy Polynesian nose flute music? Can I peg you with my fluffy dildo?’ Holly would rip into anyone who dared utter it.

“We’re both into rugby and fishing. I’m Eddie and this is my brother Tom by the way.”

“Fishing?” replied Nicole, “We’ll fix you up with her dad. I’m Nicole and she’s Holly.

“Brothers?” asked Holly, not seeing any family resemblance, “You live together?”

“No, but not far apart, just west of the park.”

Both girls knew when a guy was so specific about his address so early in the evening, what he was gauging was your willingness to go there. It was a way of saying I don’t live far, my place or yours. It was important to respond in a way that suggested you would without sounding like you were ready to go in five minutes.

“So still walkable in after five drinks then?” said Holly with a smile.

“You’ve got your heels on,” replied Nicole, “Best make it just three.”

Three drinks might have been optimistic. By the second round, Holly already had her hand on one guy’s leg and was playfully leaning into him as they chatted. Nicole herself wasn’t being bashful, so when one of the guys eventually plucked up the courage to ask if they were looking for anything else tonight she replied with a nod and a smile.

That third drink never came and the girls parted ways at the corner of Acorn Road each with a guy on their arm. Nicole soon found herself at the door of Eddie’s unremarkable Victorian terraced house typical of the area.

“I’d a feeling you’d be up for it the minute we bumped into each other,” he said.

“What gave it away?” she replied jutting her chest out.

“You want a drink first? I’ve a few beers in the fridge.”

“It’s alright I’ve had enough tonight.”

His bedroom contained a double bed but otherwise had all the hallmarks of a guy without a woman in his life. Clothes were crumpled in the corners or those worn yet not dirty enough to wash draped over the back of a chair. The bed was unmade but otherwise clean with no obvious crispy silvery stains on the sheets.

Derobing wasn’t romantic, each stripped as if they were going to bed as normal, he showed no signs of unease which told Nicole he was experienced in one night stands not just relationship sex. His muscular body had a good layer of fat on it but retained some definition and it was clear he wasn’t concerned about body hair. It was a body you’d expect to see in a 70s porno rather than on Instagram.

Nicole didn’t mind, despite her own polished appearance she quite liked the feeling of a traditional real man pressed against her. She slid her black satin thong off and hung them playfully on his bulging erect cock. He smiled, flung them over his shoulder, pushed her onto the bed and immediately buried his tongue in her snatch.

Some men like to tease and build suspense, others prefer to get straight to the point and make it clear what they want. Nicole’s experience instantly told her she was going to get the pounding she’d been craving all week. Too many guys only went down because they saw it in porn then licked you like your pussy was a habanero chill dropped in cat litter.

He certainly knew where the clitoris was and was making good use of it, like a Maypole dancer his tongue swirled and flitted around it twisting and turning before he delved deep within her contorting and writhing like he was searching for something. Here was a man who enjoyed his work. Nicole softly groaned a “oh god” and pushed his head down as she clenched her buttocks lifting herself into his face.

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Ruthe studied her pupil from head to toe while he was pouring himself a glass of water, after their dance lesson.

She thought that the young Emperor had grown into a fine young man. Ruthe had been training him ever since he had been a teenager.

He was not her first pupil, of course.

Ruthe’s mother had been a background dancer in the imperial menagerie, and that very nearly would have become her own fate as well. But Ruthe had worked very hard, starting at the tender age of twelve, quickly becoming the best dancer in the house. She could have become the star of the show. While she had not been the most beautiful girl in the menagerie, her technique was sublime, and her training relentless.

Ironically, it were her skill and her ambition that ultimately got in her way.

The more powerful and sophisticated she became, the more she noticed the flaws and mistakes of other people.

At first, she was giving unsolicited advice. Then came the mockery. Not just towards other dancers and performers – the showmasters themselves were not safe from her insights.

Ruthe never once raised her voice or used gross insults. And yet, when she wanted to, she found she could discipline or even humiliate people without mercy.

Finally, she tried taking control of the whole operation. One fateful night, during the opera festival, she criticized the showmaster in front of the entire cast. She made him cry and retreat into his chambers. Satisfied, Ruthe appointed herself substitute showmaster, and ran the show by herself.

No one else dared to challenge her.

The show was a great success, but Ruthe was not able to enjoy her glory for long. As it turned out, as skillful as she was, nobody really liked her anymore, at that point.

The showmasters and the other performers banded together behind her back to have her kicked out of the menagerie.

That would have been Ruthe’s end, thrown out into the streets. But as much as they hated her, the leader of the menagerie decided that wasting Ruthe’s knowledge and skill would have been even more distasteful. She put in a good word for young Ruthe, pulled some strings.

And thus, Ruthe became a dance instructor.

It was a big change for her, but after her intial anger subsided, Ruthe quickly found that she enjoyed her new job even more. She had always been more interested in perfecting the art itself than being on stage, anyway. Rather than being stared at by aristocrats who dressed in silk but drooled like pigs over her skimpy outfits, she could kick their bratty children around. Polish them until they were able to move their inbred highborn flesh with a minimum of grace.

With her relentless perfectionism, Ruthe could turn hopeless cases into adequate dancers, and talented kids into shining stars.

On top of the dance lessons, Ruthe expanded over the years into teaching etiquette, poetry and classic literature. Rounding out a perfect education for the purposes of high society.

Word quickly spread, and Ruthe became rich and famous.

Even the menagerie, which had once kicked her out in shame, soon decided to swallow their pride and let her train their young dancers. A mission which she accepted with grace… And impish glee.

It was only a matter of time until she caught the attention of the Empress herself.

Still in her twenties, Ruth moved into her own spacious apartment in the imperial palace.

Even after all of this hardship and triumph, though, training the heir to the throne was a bit intimidating at first. Ruthe was painfully aware that even with her fame and wealth, she was still a commoner. That imperial caterpillar could have her executed at the drop of a hat, if her teaching methods displeased him. Still, Ruthe decided that she would work on him as mercilessly as she had on all of her other students, and if that got her killed, she would die as a martyr.

Luckily for her, the heir to the Empire was a mild-mannered and well-behaved kid. He had absolutely no talent whatsoever, however, a typical case of two left feet. Physically, he was what you might call a perfect specimen – lean, physically strong, naturally good posture. It were his nerves and sense of balance that seemed to be the issue. Ruthe liked to think that he had the body of a giant ballet dancer… And the soul of a three-legged turtle perpetually lost in city traffic. The guy had a very hard time staying focused, and no coordination whatsoever. When Ruthe felt especially evil, she wondered if that was the incest shining through, having blissfully spared her protégé in every other regard.

But he looked up to her, respected her authority, listened to her every harsh criticism without protest.

Even if with a head as red as a beet.

Over time, against all odds, they came to genuinely like one another. She even got him to push back against her irreverent bullying, from time to time, nurturing his budding sarcasm.

He remained, it must be said, one of her worst students. Even after years of training, she never made acıbadem escort a great dancer out of him. But she did turn him into a presentable one. Ultimately, he was able to dance with foreign princesses at the ball without hurting them, and bring honour to his house. Not only that, but he was able to impress his guests by reciting poetry in three different languages.

No longer stuttering, like when Ruthe had first met him. The Empress was delighted.

Now, the boy had come of age. First, as an adult. But two years after that, another metamorphosis was waiting for him. On his upcoming birthday, he would be officially crowned Emperor.

His time with Ruthe would finally come to an end.

They had been seeing each other less and less frequently, anyway. His military and political training had to take priority. The transition of power was in full swing.

Still, leading up to the ceremony, the Imperial family had asked Ruthe to give him one last refresher course.

Ruthe looked at her pupil with a wistful smile. A handsome young man, now. And yet, in many ways, still the clumsy, lanky, dreamy kid she had first met all these years ago.

Though still a reasonably young woman herself, Ruthe had discovered the first wrinkles in her face, and strands of grey hair on her head. Some of those hairs, she liked to attribute to the two left feet of her protégé.

Time was merciless. And Ruthe had always hated saying goodbye.

“Your majesty?” Ruthe asked, surprised at how uncharacteristically timid her voice sounded, and quickly bringing it under control again.

“Yes, master?” the boy replied. Even though he had always been considerably taller than her, even as a teenager, he had that weird skill of looking up to her as if she was a giantess. It had always annoyed her, sometimes to the point of irreverently slapping his royal butt. But admittedly, it also amused her.

She walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you join me in my apartment. Let’s have some tea.”

He nodded, with a sheepish smile. This was not unusual. Sometimes, they would sit together for hours, talking or reading books together. Over the years, after some especially rough days, she had even let him massage her shoulders and feet, or help her unzip her dresses.

She took his hand and gave him an impish grin. “Thank you kindly, your majesty. After all, this might be one of the last occasions to have tea with the Emperor himself.”

She waved his protests away. No use denying the obvious. His life was about to become very, very busy. Too busy for spending time with his poor old dance master.

Soon, they found themselves sitting side by side on Ruthe’s bed. They were sipping tea which the young Emperor-to-be had once brought back as a gift from a faraway land.

“Anyway,” Ruthe said in perfect innocence, not looking up from her cup. “Has your Imperial Mother already talked to you about marriage?”

He almost spit out his tea, and she could have kissed him. It was still so very easy to get a rise out of that silly boy.

“Errh… The thing is…” he stammered. “There have been… Candidates. It’s all awfully interesting. I am supposed to choose my future Empress…”

Ruthe raised her eyebrows. “Already? Oh, my.”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “My mother… She makes no secret of her wish for grandchildren. It’s… How do I put it… She can be very direct?”

Ruthe nodded. She knew the Empress well.

The boy scratched his head, the way he always did when he was embarrassed. Once again, Ruthe took note of how long and slender his fingers were, as they were running through his plentiful auburn hair.

“To be honest, all of this is a little overwhelming, at times…” the boy continued. “It’s all happening so fast… So much responsibility. I’m The Future of The Empire, see…”

“I know. The Empire is doomed,” Ruthe sang. “Bummer.”

The boy stuck out his tongue at her. “Thanks, master. You always know just what to say.”

“I’m an educator,” Ruthe said, taking another sip. “Comes with the territory.”

-“Mhm. It’s a miracle you haven’t completely ruined me, you little monster.”

“Ruin you completely, your majesty…?” she said with narrow eyes. “Just say the word. There’s still time.”

They looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

Ruthe playfully punched the boy on the shoulder. It hurt her more than him. How could a timid little bookworm be so densely packed with muscles? Very tense muscles…

“Cheer up, my little tyrant. You’ll be fine. I mean it. Being Emperor suits you. You have a good head on your shoulders. A solid education, if I say so myself. As for having the self confidence of a puppy who just peed on the carpet? Nothing like keeping in mind that you hold the power to have people beheaded at will.”

“Yeah… Good thing they don’t hand that one out to just anyone,” he scoffed. “I shudder, thinking about what someone like YOU would do, master…”

Ruthe dudullu escort stared into the distance. “It would be a massacre. Sometimes, I dream about it. Until the screams wake me up. It’s beautiful.”

Her delivery was exquisite, and that sent him over the edge. He threw his arms around her, laughing his royal butt off.

She smiled meekly, and kissed him on the cheek.

After he let go of her, they sat in silence for a moment. Ruthe noticed that the Emperor was sighing again, and staring at his hands.

“Hey. Is it really that bad?” Ruthe finally asked. “The whole imperial marriage thing?”

The young man nodded. “I know it’s silly… But… I dunno. I cannot see myself courting someone. Becoming a husband. My father was a husband. All of those big foreign kings are husbands.

I’m just… Me. I feel like I’m just being… Thrown out there. What if I make a complete fool out of myself? I don’t care that I’m the Emperor, if it just means that I’m a stupid, lost boy that women aren’t legally allowed to say No to… All the power of the world cannot protect you from being… You. When I stand before a woman, what can I even give to her, beyond the uniform and decorations, all that stupid… pageantry you’re all setting up for me?”

“Ah,” Ruthe said dryly. “Quite the predicament…”

She picked up a biscuit, for a quick bite.

Then she said: “Alright. Let’s see what we are working with here.”

She patted him on the chest. “Unbutton that shirt for me, your majesty. I want to take stock of the goods.”

Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. There was that fierce red in his cheeks again.

But he looked intrigued. “Are you making fun of me, master?”

-“Always, your majesty. But the order still stands.”

Clumsily, the young man started to undress, and Ruthe made a valiant effort to keep a straight face.

She took a deep breath through her nose. “All of it, actually. No use doing things half way.”

He gulped, but obeyed. He gingerly slid out of his pants, and stockings.

He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands. It cost him considerable willpower, but he held his head up high as he stood in front of his teacher, bare as the day he was born. She had put him into flimsy, skin-tight outfits in the past, to better study his muscles when he was moving. But nothing like this.

Ruthe put on a mask of exquisite indifference.

She hopped off the bed as well and walked towards him. She started circling him like a vulture.

She made a show of letting her eyes wander all over him, from head to toe, back to front, her cup of tea in her hand. Gently humming to herself. She heard him gulp again, and resisted the urge to laugh.

She let her hand travel over his chest. It took some time- it was a surprisingly broad chest. One thing Ruthe loved about nudity was how people seemed to look… bigger on the inside.

She let her hand slide further down, over the slight curvature of his belly, and she could feel him twitch. He was notoriously ticklish, the poor thing.

She put a hand under his chin, gently but firmly turning his head from side to side. The boy, all the while, was fighting to maintain a neutral expression. Ruthe quite enjoyed the feel of the little stubble on her fingers. Court etiquette demanded a cleanly shaved face, but Ruthe had made it clear that she preferred this look on him, and so he had instructed his barber accordingly.

For the grand finale, she pinched his butt.

“Was that really necessary, master,” the boy said to this, without turning his head.

“You have no idea.” Ruthe took his face in her hands. She could see his expression soften in relief when he noticed her satisfied smile.

“Permission to speak freely, your majesty,” she said.

-“As if you’ve ever required my permission, master.”

“You are very beautiful. A woman could get lost in all this, you know.” She took a step back.

“And I’m not just saying this to make you feel better.”

She chuckled.

“But all this is really just a teaching device. I wanted you to be naked when you hear this: You are a good man, your majesty. You have nothing to hide. Inside and out. Forget the uniform, your status, that pageantry, all that nonsense. I have taught you for several years now, and so I like to think I know what I’m talking about. You are kind, and honest, open-minded… Also, entertaining. Not always on purpose, but here we are.”

He quickly blew a raspberry, which she rewarded with pinching his nose. “Sure, you’ll make a fine leader… Especially if you go through with the reforms we’ve been talking about… But you’ll also be a husband that will bring great joy to his wife, whoever she may be.”

“Thank you, master,” he said, his voice very soft now.

“You’re welcome, boy. Why don’t you sit back down, have another cookie.” She winked at him. “You don’t have to put your clothes back on, just yet. If you don’t want to.”

He chuckled, bağdat caddesi escort and let his bare butt drop onto her bed. “Then I won’t, my gracious host. I am dying of shame inside… But it’s not entirely unpleasant.” He let out a tortured breath. “I feel… Lighter. It’s not just the weight of the uniform on my body… It’s like I am actually free of what it means, just like you say. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am just… Myself.”

Ruthe sat down next to him and patted his hand. Like a little bird perching on the broad back of a horse, Ruthe thought. “I’m glad to hear that, your majesty.”

She looked away from him for a moment, pondering. Then she turned back to him with a shark-like grin. “So… What about women? Since you are to choose a wife… Have you ever seen a woman before?”

He looked confused. Then flabbergasted, when he realized what she was saying.

“I… No. Never. Just pictures, in my books…” He shook his head. “There was… Oh, this is awkward.

How do I put this… Shortly after I started seeing you, master, someone from the imperial guard took me to a… Uh…”

Ruthe rolled her eyes. “He took you to a brothel. To Make A Man Out Of You, as they say. In all due respect, your majesty, you noblemen are a bunch of swine.”

He laughed in delight, immediately losing some of his tension.

“So what happened…?” Ruthe asked. Patiently. Softly.

-“I was terrified. At the last moment, I chickened out. I didn’t even want to go into that place. I begged the man to take me back to the palace. He did, without hesitation. But it still felt humiliating. Like I was a useless baby…”

“You were not a useless baby,” Ruthe said firmly. “You were just too young, your majesty. Way too young. They she should be ashamed of themselves.”

Ruthe put her hand on his thigh, and looked him firmly in the eyes. “With that being said… Would you mind?”

She turned her back towards him. He caught her drift.

With trembling hands, but no hesitation, he unzipped her dress, like he had done so many times before. This time, however, she didn’t bother stepping behind her folding screen.

Ruthe unceremoniously wormed her way out of her clothes.

She worked hard to keep her breathing steady, and thanked the heavens for her perfect discipline. She was feeling so very hot and cold at the same time.

She leaned back a little, allowed her pupil to study her form. After one last moment of deliberation, she even relaxed her legs, instead of pressing them together.

Ruthe had never been too worried about her looks. She knew she wasn’t the most attractive girl around. But she had made her peace with that – she had always cared more about her artistic skills. About her success. About getting her way. She knew her worth as a person, as an honourable member of the court. She had been with several men over the years – sometimes women – and demanded nothing less from her lovers than unconditional worship. She wasn’t one to hesitate to kick a man out of her bed – sometimes literally – if he fell short. Even aristocrats.

But being with the young Emperor, being seen by him… Perhaps for the first time in her life, she felt truly naked. Truly vulnerable. Of course, she would have rather died under torture than letting it show.

“There you go, your majesty,” Ruthe said, defiantly. “A bit different from one of your little biology textbooks, I would think.”

“Very,” the boy wheezed, with big, round eyes. “Master… You are beautiful.”

She chuckled, and rolled her eyes. “I know. But still, you’re very sweet.”

She laid down, and playfully turned around, to present her buttocks. She kicked her feet up and down, starting to feel giddy. Drinking in his utter admiration, as he was devouring her with his eyes. She was feeling so big and so small at the same time. It was as if there were ants running under her skin.

She crawled towards the middle of the spacious bed, and invited him to follow. They laid down next to one another, at a respectful distance.

“So…” Ruthe sighed. “Now that the original shock has worn of…”

“Debatable,” the young Emperor interjected, giving her a reproachful look.

She stuck out her tongue, and continued: “… Clearly, you can see there is nothing to be scared of. Believe it or not, women are people, too. As you can see, I’m no more or less naked under all of those fancy clothes than you are. Same goes for all of those princesses.”

Ruthe reflected for a moment on how to get her point across.

She pointed towards a scar, on her left thigh. “See this…? That’s where I was bitten by a dog, when I was as young as you were, when we first met…”

She pointed to a spot on her hip. “Lovely colours, wouldn’t you say? That’s from last week, when the young duchess of the western provinces stumbled over her own feet and knocked me into a coffee table. Poor thing was inconsolable… Even before I expressed my displeasure. The next day, she sent me chocolates, as a peace offering. That reminds me… Notice how bloated my poor tummy is, today. Getting out of that corset earlier was pure bliss. And finally…”

She drew his attention to a spot near her left armpit. “That over here is a tattoo I got on a whim when I earned my first paycheck as a teacher, and got intoxicated in the most unladylike manner. I hate it.”

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I was a fresh faced Year 1 student at the kind of school that kids who don’t work all that hard end up at, taking History. A lame excuse for a department, but it was what I could get into. I cruised all through the first semester without busting anything resembling an effort. In reality, if we’re being honest with each other, I wasn’t in any danger of making it through that first term. That’s when she walked in.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The classes were Friday night, last time slot of the day and a few blocks from the nearest bar. Of course, this meant that the more industrious and efficient of us would wear our “going out” clothes to class. I was a bit of a recluse, so I had nothing to put on that would make any difference in the shit hole I was likely to go drinking at after class, but that’s just the way it was.

Not her though. No. She had somewhere to be, and she didn’t mind that it meant turning up to class wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen, a see through top, and a matching set of the most adorable underwear you’d ever think to catch glimpses of in public. A small group of friends came in with her, but I can’t tell you a single thing about any one of them. No, this Latin babe with her tan skin, warm smile on her glossed lips, and agonizingly pretty laugh was it for me. I was thrilled that she chose to sit across the aisle from me, only a few rows ahead.

And doubly so when she turned to smile at me.

And positively floored when she stopped me as I left at break to grab a coffee.

And genuinely dumbfounded when she pulled a pen from God only knows where to write her number on the back of my hand.

And shocked to the core of my being when, two nights later, she replied “fucking finally” when I mustered up the courage to ask if she wanted to grab a drink.

The drink went well. She told me that her friends had been pushing her for a while to make a move on me, which felt wild. As a younger man I was tall, somewhat lanky, and not overly well kept. The gym wasn’t ever my thing. Still, the skinny, quiet kid in the back of the room did something for her I guess; it was a mere 10 minutes into that drink that I felt her hand on my thigh, squeezing softly while I fumbled around in my mind for what to say to keep the interest of the absolute sexiest woman I had ever spent any time with. Thank God she was having none of those same issues. It was time to leave, she said, and I would be going back to hers.

The door wasn’t yet closed behind us before her tongue was dancing on mine, and I felt the switch flip inside me. My hands were on her, all of her, in moments. I pawed at the little tank top I had been working so hard to avoid starting down for the last two hours, wanting and needing it off her beautifully soft skin liked a damned man needs salvation. I swear, no word of a lie, she actually bared kurtköy escort her teeth and growled softly as her shirt came over her head. My cock could not have throbbed any harder, nearly painfully in my jeans. She pulled me, as if in a dream or a cheesy romance, down the hall to her room. I was instructed to sit on the bed and wait. Frustrated and desperate from the preceding moments, I struggled to imagine a natural position to lay in while reflecting on my own feverous need to suck the nipples of her perfect little B cups raw. Wondering what to do with my clothes, she turned the corner back into the room and my jaw dropped.

Keep in mind, as first years, we were only 18 or 19 years old. I never imagined where or when or why a woman her age would own such a stunning set of lingerie. Silky black thigh high stockings rose to her mid thigh, leaving a 3 inch gap to the bottom of an impossibly sheer robe covered in embroidered roses. Underneath, a lime green matching set of underwear; a skimpy excuse of a thong and matching bra that crammed her perky little tits right up under her chin. She was, to put it mildly, fucking stunning. I’m sure I whimpered. She lingered with that ridiculously disarming smile only a moment before moving in, pushing me back and flawlessly undoing my fly without ever breaking eye contact. The giggle as my aching cock bounced up and slapped her in the chin made me weak.

I was, as mentioned, exceptionally thin in those days, and border on the ridiculous side of ‘tall’. In all, I’ve never found the very proportional cock that I was given to be wanting in any way, and neither did she. That sort of thing might matter to you. I certainly didn’t think anything of it; most of the sex I’d had to that point was in dark rooms with inexperienced partners. All the other cocks I’d seen were in porn, which made mine look average, at best, to my ignorant thinking. I’ve since learned that not to be the case, but refused to buy her shock and awe as genuine in that moment.

It was though, and she loved it. God did she fucking love it. Her lips made the most perfect pout and she closed her eyes and pressed her lips lovingly on the head of me. The glow of her bedside lamp reflecting off my precum as it mixed with her lip gloss is something that I refuse to ever forget. She held the kiss firmly, eyes still closed, as she reached up and took a firm grasp of my nearly unbearably hard shaft in her hands. When she finally broke the kiss to pull back, her hot breath alone felt like the promise of heaven, which she promptly pushed me straight into as she dove forward and popped my head right into her mouth. The next few minutes are a blur of the most divine slurps and gulps I had ever heard; if I was desperate to have her then she was easily twice so for the cock I had brought to her. Her eyes never opened beykoz escort in those first few minutes; she had them screwed tightly shut as she worked desperately to swallow what she could. I loved how hard she worked at it, especially since I know it was only really partially for me; she sucked it like she had waited her whole life for it, like she had hedged her bets on it, like it was everything she needed and more. She gagged, softly at first, then again moments later, and then again. I moved to lift her chin up, to signal that she didn’t need to choke herself on me, but my fingers under her chin were met with an aggressive grasp as she roughly handled it to the back of her head. I knew what that was, and could hardly believe people like her actually wanted to be treated that way, but reason and caution both fled the scene in that moment and I worked swiftly up to an aggressive rhythm of filling her throat to its limits with the cock she was so determined to worship. I don’t know how long she kept it up, but I do recall the delicious feeling of her spit running down my balls and onto the sheet beneath me.

Finally she pulled up, gasping for air and using her forearm to wipe away the evidence of her love affair with my dick. All she could let out was a “wow” before laughing so wonderfully that I just had to join her. She asked where the fuck I had been hiding that thing, and I told her she was almost as good at hiding it as I was. Kneeling between my legs, reaching out to stroke my slick cock, she asked if I liked her outfit. I did. She told me where she got it. I hadn’t heard of the place, but was glad she found it. She never got to wear it. I was thrilled she chose to do so now. The idle chatter continued, with her flirting and flipping her hair as she told me about this toy or that outfit she had in the closet, and that maybe she’d find a use for them now. It was ages before I was remotely aware that she was teasing me. So desperate was I to stare at her beautiful mouth and hear her words, I missed the fact entirely that she was rubbing herself through her panties while she lazily stroked my thoroughly lubricated cock wetly. She watched my eyes linger on her hand as she rubbed, biting her lip happily.

I had been the passive party too long. I needed to give her anything close to what she had given me. I cut off whatever she was winding up to say, and told her, in no uncertain tones, that I wanted to taste her. I don’t get the feeling that was something that she had had much of previously, but was clearly something she enjoyed.

We hastily scrambled to swap positions, and she denied me the pleasure of getting her naked myself, as she nearly tore her cute set right off of herself and lay back in front of me with a preparatory sigh of anticipation. She even groped her own tits before I ever got a chance to do üsküdar escort it myself, moving her hands up from her hips along her own body and squeezing her freshly bared chest herself. Her nipples were perfect, small, and brown, but I barely noticed.

Her pussy was shaved to perfection, so smooth you’d almost doubt any stubble could ever have grown there. The softest lips I had ever licked waited there for me, and I pressed my mouth hungrily to her, licking eagerly from top to bottom. I’d later find that she hadn’t had much occasion to enjoy being eaten out before, but she gasped and moaned and wiggled like someone who had found her calling in life as a pillow princess. I ate for what felt like hours, drawing circles around her budding clit until I was sure my tongue would cramp, and pushing my face into her to use the flat of my tongue for so long that I began to run breathless. I had never wanted to make someone feel like I wanted to make her feel in that moment. I was so touched to be the one she had chosen, and so ecstatic to be there between her legs that it was the only thing I could think about. My cock twitched endlessly beneath me as I took genuine physical pleasure from bringing her to orgasm, easily, several times. After the 6th or 7th time her body wracked itself with those gratifying shudders, she cooed softly for me to slow down; she was sensitive. I kissed her thighs and held her hips while she slumped all the way back onto her pillow and worked to slow her breathing. I was a leaky mess, and recall being quite self conscious of what I’d be leaving on her sheets when I left.

That was amazing, she said. She thanked me, laughing. Thinking of nothing more important, I told her truthfully that she had the most addictive taste. She covered her face, laughing. She thanked me again, despite not needing to do so far any reason I could think of; it was what she had deserved. I couldn’t tell why, not really knowing anything about her, but I knew she did deserve it, and that it would be on me to provide for as long as she’d let me. No no, she said, the thanks were for making her cum, said in a way that made it clear that tonight was her turn only. Without an ounce of reservation I said that I knew it already, and that I had no problem with that. She did have class early tomorrow though, and her roommates would be home shortly. She was so tender in kicking me out, that I almost didn’t mind. That didn’t make it any easier to zip myself, still hard, into the jeans I had worn, just as her reclined nudity and contented stares didn’t make it any easier to stomach the though of a moment not spent making her feel good.

Still, she kissed me affectionately, first on the lips, then more intimately on the cheek, and I made my way off into the night, to return to my own dorm. All I could think of was how I would continue to capture her interest, and do right by her. What did I have that could ever hope to be worth her. After jerking my overdue load all over my own chest and stomach in my room, it came to me. I’d work my ass off, from that day on, to be the man worth trusting her orgasms to.

Just as soon as I found a towel.

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The day was fucking hot, Typical Southern California weather. I had been here a week and still wasn’t used to the heat. San Francisco could get warm but not like this.

Our saucy Mandy Collins had been the perfect host. Dinners, workouts, massages, and of course, fucking.

Platinum haired Mandy had drained my ballsack several times a day for the last week. She had happily explained to me with my balls in her mouth that a guest is a guest, and she didn’t want me telling my friends back home that Mandy hadn’t sucked and fucked me silly.

Today was the last day of my vacation with the blonde slut, and I wanted to show my appreciation for draining my nuts dry as the Mojave Desert. I had scouted the Irvine neighborhood looking for the perfect present, and Oh brother, I had found it at LuLu’s Dessert Shoppe.

Eighteen-year-old Ricky Rickter was the soda jerk manning the fountain at LuLu’s. Tall, skinny, and redheaded, he was everything that a porn star wasn’t, and he was a virgin, precisely what I wanted for Mandy.

I watched Ricky through the window the day before. I went to LuLu’s and struck up a conversation with the geeky young man. Well, as always, when two males are talking, it came to sex.

He reluctantly said he had never been with a woman. No fucking, no blowjob, not even a handjob.

I told him I could fix that. I explained I was visiting a very horny bitch, and I could fix him up. Well Ricky, was just about ready to hand me the cash register on that.

I slipped him two one hundred dollar bills and made him promise LuLus would be closed for two hours tomorrow afternoon, and he was supposed to act surprised when I brought delicious Mandy in for frozen yogurt.

“Buy yourself a pair of Tighty Whitey’s.” I told him, “Better yet buy some girl’s thong panties, that’s better yet.”

He nodded like he liked the thought of wearing panties. I was going to show him the pink thong I was wearing but didn’t want to give him ideas.

The Next Afternoon

“Billy, it’s so nice of you to take me for yogurt.” purred the fifty-year-old Mandy taking a pull on her Sherman Black and Gold cigarette. “How did you find this place?”

“I’m a hunter, baby!” I joked, looking at Mandy, her tight bum nestled into the bucket seat of her convertible. I was getting a dick hardening view of her long legs sheathed in red nylons that need in her perfect feet tucked in Leopard print six-inch spikes.

“Mandy, you look scrumptious!” I complimented her choice of outfits. She had packed her toned cougar body in an ass hugging pink button up the front sundress. The hem was barely covering the red rings topping her thigh highs.

“Your tits look perfect!” I added piling on the compliments. “I love the cleavage that dress reveals, and those pearls are the “Cats Meow” I laughed, staring at the three strands of pearls disappearing in the valley of her tanned titties.

She took another boob expanding drag on the gold filter-tipped black cigarette, the smoke drifting in the breeze.

“Speaking of cats, I got my “Hello Kitty” butt plug packed in my pooper.” she giggled, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Oh, God!” I groaned under my breath. I looked over and noticed she had bunched the bottom of her dress up above her crotch. The fucking cleft of her bald pussy was calling my name, but then I heard Mandy’s husky voice and realized it was my blonde slut beckoning me.

“Billy, what are you looking at?” asked Mandy taking a final drag on her cigarette.

“Do you want to finger Mandy’s cunt?”

I choked back my reply realizing my hand had been rubbing my cock the entire ride to LuLu’s.

Before I could answer, the GPS directed Mandy to turn the corner into the dessert shop parking lot.

“Oh, Fuck! Billy, we’re here!”

There wasn’t a single car in the parking lot. I smiled. Ricky had done well. Watching Mandy step from her convertible sent a tingle through my groin. Those lengthy gams in the cum fuck me’s got my little pony quite stiff.

Tucking her Gucci handbag under her arm, Mandy gave me a puzzled smirk.

“Looks like LuLu is closed,” said Mandy in a disappointed tone. “Doesn’t it, Billy?”

Mandy looked at me with those sexy mascaraed green eyes and wet red lips, and I almost confessed my little caper.

“Let’s try it.” I almost begged her to say yes. “It might be siesta time,” I added, placing my hand on her sundress covered ass.

“God, Billy, you love my ass, don’t you?” laughed göztepe escort Mandy brushing her fingers across the lump in my Dockers. “When we get inside, I can take you in the men’s room and suck your cock. You know, take the edge off.”

“Mandy, your the best,” I told her, pulling the door handle, letting Mandy walk in before me. A bell rang above the door, and Ricky popped up from behind the soda fountain like a fucking Jack in a Box.

I stealhly flipped the Open sign to Closed and led Mandy into the parlor area. Her Leopard skin spikes clicked dangerously on the black and white checkered floor. Ricky was jumpy as a male dog in heat. He was ogling Mandy’s tits and wetting his lips.

I was beginning to wonder if he was even going to make it to his first piece of ass. Mandy just smiled and said. “Do you know who I am?”

“Mandy Collins.” he bleated like a lamb going to slaughter. “Southern Charms model.”

“Okee Dokee, now that we have the small talk out of the way, let us get down and dirty,” said Mandy cocking her index finger, beckoning the geeky teen around the counter.

“How did you know?” I asked Mandy with a puzzled frown. I watched her stand in front of the virgin soda jerk and look directly into his eyes.

“Billy, I’ve been coming to LuLu for fifteen years, and she’s never been closed in the afternoon, and knowing your naughty mind Billy Boy I figured you had some nasty little trick in your shorts.”

Mandy opened her handbag and took out a fresh pack of Sherman Black and Golds and dramatically lit the cigarette with her gold lighter. She directed her exhale at me with an evil smile.

I knew that look, and I felt an electric thrill race through my hard-on. Ricky Boy was in for a treat.

Her cigarette dangling from her full red lips, I watched Mandy place her palms on Ricky’s striped shirt lapels and then rip them open, exposing his hairless white chest, his nipples two pink dimes.

Mandy looked at me and winked, then took a cheek allowing drag on her cigarette before she kissed the teen’s neck like a vampire feasting on a fresh blood donor.

“Ohhhhhh!” Ricky moaned a virginal sigh as Mandy’s mouth smothered his cries, kissing him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, “Ummmmmmmm, Mandy, please.”

“Please what?” asked Mandy, licking the boy’s lips. The tip of her pointed tongue trailing a thread of saliva across his cheek. “Please, what? Please blow me? Please fuck me? Please tongue your asshole?”

“Whatever you want to do!” Ricky whimpered in his geeky voice. I could see the lad’s knees shaking as Mandy licked him. My cock was doing the old man’s dance as I watched my porn slut seduce the soda jerk.

“I always do whatever I want, sweetie! Right, Billy?” smirked Mandy slipping Ricky’s shirt off, tossing it on the floor.

“Right Mandy” I volunteered my prick a hard lump in my Dockers.

I heard Ricky groan as Mandy kissed his hairless chest, then handed me her cigarette. She looked at me with that smile that makes cocks stand at attention. Just the way her tongue worries the corner of her mouth when she’s going to do something nasty.

Holding the black cigarette to her pursed lips, Mandy sucked in a mouthful of smoke then pushed the teenager against the ice cream cooler. Yanking his white slacks down around his knees, Mandy exhaled a stream of cool smoke in Ricky’s grinning face.

“Oh My God, Billy, he’s wearing pink panties!” .” laughed Mandy, clapping her hands. “Now, I know you put up this entire damn escapade.”

I dropped my Docker’s kicking them across the floor. Mandy giggled and pointed at my old man pecker tucked in my pink bikini girl’s thong.

“I knew it! You panty pervert!” Mandy said, turning her attention back to the geeky little morsel of sex. She quickly undid the red pearl buttons on her pink sundress letting the silky material drape open like a new car unveiling.

Ricky swayed as if he was going to faint when Mandy’s 36 DD titties showed themselves. Her thumb thick nipples were hard as pencil erasers and were begging for attention.

“Can I kiss them?” Ricky gulped like a man asking for his last meal before being led to the gallows,

Mandy took her cigarette from me and held it in her “Ved” fingers as she lifted the massive boobs in her cupped palms. She offered her mature twins to Ricky’s lips.

He nibbled at the dark pink nugget gently. He looked up into Mandy’s green eyes.

“Bite em, baby! bostancı escort Treat my girls rough. They love it!”

I couldn’t help myself, I slipped my pink thong down over my erection, noticing the seepage of pre-cum oozing from my circumcised knob.

I took Mandy’s dress in, my finger’s and slipped it off her tanned shoulders. Folding the expensive garment, I placed it on the soda fountain counter.

“Thank you, Billy,” murmured Mandy looking at me over her shoulder. She snapped a French inhale then whispered a smokey request, “Fuck me, when I suck him!” her words spoken with a throaty groan escaping her red buttered lips.

I nodded and moved in place behind Mandy’s beautiful buttocks. I almost slipped my penis in the dark crevice of her bum, but waited till I saw her stand back, moving her tits out of reach of Ricky’s sucking mouth, but still teasing the teenager,

“Sit on the freezer, honey,” ordered Mandy, her spiked cum fuck me’s clicking on the checked tile floor. She gave him room to hop up on the freezer, his skinny bum was hanging inches above a tub of French Vanilla Ice Cream.

“It’s fucking cold on my balls!” Ricky grunted, moving his pink pantied asscheeks in a circle. He was still staring at Mandy’s breasts when she placed her cigarette between her lips and reached to his waist and slipped her fingers in the frilly waistband of his panties.

“Out of the sissy underwear.” laughed Mandy pulling the silk undies down over his thin hips. Ricky’s penis flipped in the fresh air like a minnow leaping out of a fish tank.

I looked at the geeky’s erection. It was the skinniest cock I had ever seen. But the fucker was at least a foot long, with a glans that looked like a purple-hued plum.

I smiled—no wonder he had never gotten laid. Now I’m talking skinny like cheap hot dog thin, but knowing Mandy, she would take one for the team.

“Oh God, I fucking love it!” yelped Mandy dragging Ricky’s panties off and flipping them back at me. I caught them and hung them on my erection. The feel of the silk on my hard-on made me want to wank my best buddy, but I knew Mandy’s warm insides were better than my hand.

Holding her cigarette, our blonde porn slut placed the fingers of both hands on the pale white Garter Snake prick. Pressing the gold filter tip of her cigarette against the pale pink penis, she stroked it with her long red lacquered nails.

Lowering her mouth, Mandy kissed the erection, tattooing the skin with her ruby red lipstick.

I saw my chance and moved directly behind Mandy’s upthrust buttocks, the plump cleft of her pussy peeking between her thighs. Wasting no time, I nudged my cock into her, Ricky’s panties hanging from my boner going along for a ride to Mandy’s cunt heaven.

Now let me stop this story for a minute. I’m going to describe what Mandy’s insides feel like. When your cock slips between the smooth pink labia, it’s wet. It’s sticky wet, and God, it’s tight. The next few inches are a warm butter filled glove, then your cockhead hits her cervix and your fucking by God, lucky you don’t cum right then and there.

And that’s where I was ready to pump my old man junk deep in our Mandy.

“Ohhhhhhh, Shit!” Ricky moaned as Mandy’s kissing mouth smeared the blue-veined worm with her crimson lip gloss. “I’m going to cum!”

Like a Raptor Guided Missle, Mandy locked on her target, her open mouth covering the plum head just before the ice cream kid blew a wad of pure spunk.

She hissed, catching the first spurt as it hit the roof of her mouth.

“Damn! Ahhhhh, God, that’s Good Cum!” gargled Mandy on the mouthful of youthful semen. She tasted the thick sperm filling her mouth to the brim.

Lifting her mouth off of Ricky’s spewing prick, Mandy lifted his ballsack and spat a mouthful of sperm into the tub of French Vanilla Ice Cream.

Well, folks, that’s all it took to make me cum. Watching the sexy bitch spit virgin baby juice into LuLu’s most excellent ice cream treats was my Waterloo. I gripped Mandy’s hips and ejaculated into her. My orgasm was so sweet a tear ran down my cheek.

Mandy!” I groaned, working my crotch in a semi-circle getting as much of my ejaculate into her as I could.

“Fuck me, Billy! Fuck me, you dirty old man!” laughed Mandy, a long rope of the geeky kid sperm dangling from her lips. “God Damn It! I want to cum!”

Poor Ricky, his face was a mask of delight and awe. He was looking at his cum dangling tuzla escort from his blow job. The long skinny pecker still hard, but was losing the battle. Not many men could survive a second erection after a good pipe cleaning by Mandy Collins.

Reluctantly I stepped back, my elderly seventy-year-old cock mimicking Ricky’s virgin pork.

Mandy pirouetted on her spikes and looked at me, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Kiss Me, Billy!”

She knew my naughty ways and that a nice load of my cum or any cum was not to be wasted. I stepped in front of her, my flaccid penis cloaked by the semen soaked pink undies. Pressing my mouth against Mandy’s was like stepping into heaven.

I tasted her cigarette, her spit, and ate the spicy virgin load of Ricky’s spunk. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she Frenched me, her gooey tongue licking the insides of my mouth.

“Taste good, Billy?” she asked, breaking our kiss. She inhaled on her cigarette, then dropped it on the tile floor.

“You naughty cum eater! I want you to guide your prodigal son into his first cunt.” ordered Mandy turning to look at skinny Ricky. To both our wonder and amazement, he had sprouted a new erection. The foot-long worm was towering above his milk-white belly.

“Alright!” squealed Mandy pointing at the bean pole erection. “Put Bitch Mandy on my Ricky Dickey . It’s time for Ricky to lose that cherry.”

Stepping in close, I cupped the firm cheeks of Mandy’s ass, then lifted her into the air, holding her cream pied pussy over the soda jerk’s cock. With a high pitched scream, Mandy clenched her butt, and to my delight, her Hello Kitty anal plug shot out of her pooper and dropped into the French Vanilla ice cream with a soft splat.

Ricky giggled and humped his hips just as I lowered Mandy onto his prick. The lad’s penis slipped quickly up into the mouth of Mandy’s vagina. I let go, and the hard cock slammed home, buried to his hen egg-sized testicles.

“Oh My God! Ricky, you’re stabbing my tummy!” screamed Mandy bouncing her ass on the eighteen year old’s skinny hips. She lifted a few inches and then, with a grunt, dropped back on the prick. “Fuck Me, Baby! Make Mandy Cum!”

I watched from my spot next to the ice cream freezer, now and then sneaking a look at the chilling sperm in the ice cream. Hearing a familiar squishing sound, I observed Ricky fucking up into Mandy, his slim cock forcing my load out of her

Suddenly all hell broke loose, Mandy shivered, her body shaking as she orgasmed on the ice cream jocky.

A geyser of her musky juices squirted into the chilled parlor’s air-conditioned room.

“Oh, Mother Fuck Yes!” gasped our blonde beauty, her eyes rolling back as she came. “Oh, My God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Mandy Dirty!”

Her spiked heels planted on either side of Ricky’s hips, Mandy rode his pole, my creamy nut flying in tiny white drops with each downward thrust of her asscheeks.

Three frantic cunt filling stabs and young Ricky was no longer a virgin, Mandy’s muscles forced the snake-like cock out of her, followed by a jet of her pussy juices.

Reaching across Ricky’s thigh, I grasped his pussy slick erection in my fingers and aimed the spurting tip at the ice cream tub. Three prolonged ejaculations spurted the baby juice into the ice cream, his cherry load mingling with his blow job load of jizz.

I started laughing; there was our Mandy doing a high wire act on top of the ice cream cooler, Ricky helpfully holding her red nyloned calves for balance. Rivers of Mandy’s cum dripping through the open freezer top, splashing into LuLu’s sweetest desserts.

Mandy looked at me with a broad smile on her satisfied lips. “Oh, Shit! This was the best fucking dessert I ever had!” giggled Mandy holding out her hands for me to help her from her freezer perch.

Ricky was now sitting on the countertop, touching his slimy soft cock. He looked at Mandy and me and made an OK gesture with his fingers.

“Thanks, Mandy, Thanks Bill, I feel wonderful!” he grinned, licking his fingers. He beamed a Cat who ate the canary smirk.

I put my arm around Mandy and gave her a smooch on her cheek. “You sure made him happy, Mandy, ” I said, watching her light another of her black cigarettes.

Reaching into the open freezer top, Mandy dipped her finger’s into the ice cream and brought out a glob of semen mixed dessert ice cream.

“LuLu got a new flavor!” burped Mandy licking her fingers clean. “Mandy Creme Ala Mode!”

I reached into the freezer for a sample and spotted Mandy’s Hello Kitty butt plug grinning at me from the ice cream tub.

“Billy Boy, maybe we should take a pint home for later.” laughed Mandy looping her arm in mine.

Nothing like Homemade Ice Cream Treats, Right?

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For many Gulf Arab women sex is either a taboo subject, or is only talked about amongst their female friends in hushed tones and giggles. They are brought up to be virginal and pure until they marry, wearing black abayas and hijabs to cover their heads. some even wear a face covering. Unlike the men who are allowed to go out and travel and get up to whatever they want. This includes having sex with Western women, who they consider to be inferior to Arab women and sluttish. Some of the Arab girls discover masturbation and very few get some sexual experience with boys they know well through family. To avoid losing their virginity they indulge in oral and anal sex.

For most women, their wedding night is the first time they have intercourse. It is often a rough experience, as most Arab men do not see sex as a pleasure for women. Instead, they get on top, push their cocks inside and hump their women very fast before cumming, then they get off, satisfied. Often, they turn their women on their fronts and fuck them from behind. They like doggy style and also want to train their wives into accepting anal penetration after using their pussies for a while. For the women they have no choice and very little sexual pleasure. Each night they have to allow their husbands their conjugal rights. If they refuse they will get stern words or even a slap until they open their legs and allow more semen to be pumped into them. Even when they get pregnant the sexual demands don’t stop until they nearly give birth and then the cycle starts again. Their pussies are just receptacles for cocks to fuck into.

For Maya, she had avoided getting married because she had been put off by the horror stories married friends had told her. She had not really wanted to with any of the potential candidates and her mother was never going to arrange a marriage for her daughter if she did not like the man. No suitable man was ever found and Maya was now 35 and would probably never marry. She had never had sex but really wanted to. Her religion and social norms just didn’t enable it. However, she did masturbate when her friend told her how to find her clit and rub it for pleasure.

When Maya first tried she yelped out when the wave of her first orgasm rippled trough her young body. She had to hold her hand over her mouth, worried her mother and younger sister nay have heard. From then she had used her fingers outside and inside her vagina, eventually trying out years later a carrot to act as her penis. She had given up caring about keeping her virginal condition inside. The carrot was an occasional ritual (she used her fingers on herself maybe once a week) for when she had private moments when her family were out. She knew she could not hold back her loud orgasmic breathing and cries with her dildo substitute. It was far better than her own digital rubbing.

Her masturbation routine continued the same until she was in her late twenties and her job took her to Europe on business strips. There she would wear western clothes and feel feminine and normal. She liked getting looked at by men but was very coy when they did. She knew she was pretty and had a nice slim body. On one trip she went into a famous lingerie kurtköy escort shop and bought some pretty underwear. She also came across a selection of vibrators, all very discreet and stylish. She added one to her shopping and felt excited when she left the shop. Back at her hotel she tried her new sex toy and it was far better than her carrots. The build up to orgasm took longer and the explosion of pleasure she felt was more intense and long-lasting. Surely no man could do this to her, she thought to herself. For several years now Maya’s sex life was just her and her vibrator and her fantasies about who she was having sex with, which also occasionally featured other women. She was satisfied with this way of life, until she met Joe.

Her life changed when she took an overseas posting to London for a year. It was a big deal to leave her home country and family but she was considered to be a mature independent woman who could manage herself properly. At work she mixed well with her British colleagues and even joined them in bars but she never drank alcohol. She began to really like the metropolitan lifestyle. One of her co-workers was Joe, a man in his early forties, quite attractive and very funny. She realised she actually looked forward going to work just to see and be with him. He never showed any interest in her, probably because he knew she was a strict Muslim woman and therefore off-limits. One evening they had been working late together and he invited her to have a quick dinner near the office. Maya was pleased to relax with him and share their life stories. She found out Joe had been divorced for several years. Joe listened to her back story and he said he couldn’t understand how a beautiful woman like her had never married. Almost immediately as he said this Joe realised he may have gone too far and apologised. Maya put him at ease and reassured him he could ask and gave him the truth about not finding someone and having only a few men to choose from.

Over a period of six months or so they became good friends and often met up outside work — for coffees, meals and even cinema and theatre. She liked Joe and she felt he liked her but both of them didn’t know how to progress anything further. When it was nearing the end of Maya’s year in London they were out at dinner one night when Joe asked Maya a question that he still wasn’t sure he could ask.

“Maya, I’m not sure it’s appropriate to ask you this but I will anyhow. Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No I haven’t. Though I wish I could have.”

“But that’s not allowed?”

‘I can do what I like but I’m shy and not sure what to expect. I’ve never had sex.”

Joe was quite surprised she had used that word ‘sex’.

“But…” he paused, “but you know what an orgasm is?”

“Yes.” Maya responded empathically. “It’s just that they’ve all been hand-made.”

Joe laughed at her joke and was actually amazed about how forthright Maya had been. She laughed too, knowing that he would appreciate her self-deprecating remark.

“So, in the right safe and enjoyable environment would you want to see what it’s like?”

Maya paused. She beykoz escort had this one chance and had to take it. “With you?”

“Yes.

“That would be nice.”

“Why don’t we meet up tomorrow on the weekend. You can come to my apartment in the afternoon.”

Maya really didn’t know what to expect or do but she trusted Joe. The next afternoon she arrived at Joe’s place. She had never been there. It was smart and trendy but warm and inviting. Joe offered her a juice and invited May to sit down on the sofa next to him. He spoke softly. “I know you’re nervous but nothing’s going to happen unless you agree? Ok?”

“Ok.” Maya was ready to let him take control. Joe leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then on the other cheek. Then he kissed her gently on the lips. Her first kiss! She slowly responded and kissed him. She was a novice but it quickly became natural and she parted her lips and their tongues met. Joe suggested he could give Maya a very nice and relaxing massage. She agreed. He asked her to go his his bathroom and take off her clothes and put a towel around her. While Maya was off in the bathroom Joe prepared the bedroom. He drew the curtains and put on a table light. Then he took off the duvet and placed a large beach towel he had across the bed. Finally Joe reached into his bedside cabinet drawer and took out a bottle of coconut oil he had placed there earlier. Also in the drawer were some condoms already removed from their wrappers. He hoped he would be needing them.

Maya came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her. She looked quiet relaxed and Joe thought she looked stunning with her long black hair cascading down her face and over her shoulders.

“Ready?” he asked? She nodded and he showed her into the bedroom.

“So there’s only one rule: you’re in control. Anything you don’t feel comfortable with just let me know and I’ll stop. Of course, if you like something let me know!” Maya smiled and said. “Ok, thank you.”

“Just lay down on the towel.”

While Maya made herself comfortable, Joe took off his trousers and left his undershorts on and his T-shirt. He gently pulled down the towel from Maya’s back and let it still cover her bottom and legs. Her skin was light brown and looked silky smooth. Joe started to softly at first massage her neck and leaned in and kissed her with many light kisses around her neck and shoulders. Maya felt relaxed immediately and her nerves had gone. She was determined to enjoy this. Joe spent a good ten minutes using the oil to massage her back. He then pulled the towel up her back to expose her legs, but still covering her bottom. He slowly moved her right legs aside and held her right foot in his hand, making it bend at the knee. Joe could now see the lips of May’s pussy showing through between her legs from under her bottom. Joe’s cock hardened. Maya wasn’t sure how exposed she was and thought perhaps Joe could not see her intimate area yet. The excitement in not knowing sent a tingle up her spine. Joe could tell Maya was shaved and her labia were small and neat.

While massaging her legs Joe wasn’t sure how far is hands should üsküdar escort go up her thighs and felt he should not go near her pussy yet. When he had spent another ten minutes on her legs he broke the silence. ” If it’s alright I’m going to take the towel off.” Maya knew that she would be completely naked and exposed to Joe for the first time, albeit with just her naked bottom on show. She acknowledged his request with a quiet, “Yes, go ahead.”

Joe took the oil bottle and squeezed out some oil on to the top of her bottom. With his index finger he slowly traced the oil down between her cheeks. Maya slightly tensed up mainly with a thrill of excitement at what Joe was doing. His finger tickled the crack and landed on her tight hole and continued on. The tingle and sexual jolt made Maya gasp for the first time. She knew joe could hear and he knew she was enjoying what he was doing. His finger continued down to her pussy lips and he gently prised then apart and slipped his finger inside. Her pussy was wet and ready and her bottom raised up to accommodate the finger in her pussy. With his other hand he placed another finger into her bottom crack and pushed it into her anus. He started a rhythm of finger fucking both holes. Maya started to moan. This was better than her vibrator for sure and a completely different sensation. She let herself go. A rising wave of her first orgasm with Joe built and built untold she could hold on now more. Her cry of ecstasy caught Joe by surprise. He was doing his job well.

He withdrew his fingers and asked Maya to turn over. This was the moment for both of them. Maya exposing full frontal her breasts and pussy area. Joe was not disappointed. Beautiful rounded breasts and the smooth shaven skin of her pussy. He bent down and kissed and licked her left breast and nipple. Maya had no idea she has sexual sensations like that in her breasts. She wanted more but she knew Joe would be moving on. Hs head moved down to her vagina area and he started to lick her slit up to her clit where he paused and sucked, making her orgasm build again. Maya felt she was being a dirty Arab whore letting a European man devour her pussy and put his tongue up into her vulva, but she didn’t care. She was a free woman, free from her repressed culture at last. Joe reached out to get a condom and put it over his swollen cock. Maya caught sight of her first erect penis. He rubbed his cock against her pussy entrance and Maya helped by widening her legs so he could enter her smoothly. Joe pushed in and back almost out again and repeated. They looked into each other’s eyes with love. Joe quickened his pace and Maya bucked under him, pulling his bottom from behind into her. she was becoming a natural at sex already. Maya and joe both orgasmed together and she clinged on to him kissing him passionately. When they had relaxed a bit he suggested she get on top. Maya had seen this in movies and always wanted to be the woman on top, fucking her man. Now it was going to happen for real. She rode Joe’s cock back and forth and brought herself to another climax. Joe kept going and managed to cum again filling up the condom. He wished he could cum inside her pussy but that would have to wait for another day, he hoped.

“Was that how you thought it would be?” he asked.

“Much better! My God I should have been doing this years ago! I’m certainly going to make up for lost time.” They laughed and then lay down together. Maya fell asleep in Joe’s arms dreaming of warm, erotic sex. And lots of it to come.

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