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She was the sister of my best friend and this actually happened over a period of several weeks. Terry and I did everything together when we were not working and it was several days each week that I stayed overnight at his house. I was often there when he was not even home.

Terry was the second oldest of five kids whose age ranged right down to 5 years old. His oldest sister was quite sexually active and had her boyfriend stay the night in her bed whenever her parents were out of town with the little ones. Of course I had hit on her numerous times but she was too much older to be interested in me.

I had been waiting for Terry to come home one day, just hanging out in his basement doing who knows what, when his younger sister came down. She usually stayed with friends at the college she attended, but her official address was still with her parents, just like Terry. Although she was a college freshman, I never knew her to date, she seemed to always be working or going to class or spending time in the library.

I’m not even sure how it started, I probably said something smartassed to her and she pushed me. As I grabbed a hold of her arm we began to wrestle, falling into the large pile of dirty clothes which accumulated on the floor under the laundry chute.

I ended up on top of Leslie, pinning her to the cement floor covered by a bunch of sweatshirts and jeans. Somewhere the wrestling turned into more. My face was buried in her neck and without thinking I began to kiss the soft spot under her ear and she didn’t resist. After a few minutes I became bolder moving to her cheek and around to her lips. She didn’t kiss back and I became worried that I was taking advantage, actually forcing myself on her, something I would never do. I must have kissed her a half dozen times before she began returning my passion. It was a slow building process.

While she was learning to kiss I began to explore her body with my right hand, slowly working down from her shoulder, stopping at her sweater covered breast and squeezing a few times. Now Leslie was seriously built, a fabulous body of wonderful proportion with 36 C cup breasts and a great ass. I wandered down her body, rubbing her abdomen, still on the outside of her clothes and continued down to her thighs. Afraid to take my weight off her for fear that she would get up and leave I rubbed her left leg, first on the outside down to her knee then slowly up on the inside of her thigh until I hit the spot between her legs. I knew to stop there and I rubbed as hard as I dared against the thick material of the zipper flap and felt the extra thick material of the center seam which aligned perfectly with her vertical slit.

Her arms aksaray escort no longer pinned but my weight still pressing down, she reached up and wrapped her hands behind my head, guiding and holding it while we continued to kiss. By now both my hands were very busy exploring everywhere within reach. My right hand had given up the space between her legs finding the material too stiff and inflexible to determine just what she had in there and had slid under the sweater across her very soft skin, upwards to her bra covered breast. After squeezing several times on the outside of her bra, I worked my way under the material and discovered the feel of an undisguised, bare breast, a feeling which will stay with me my entire life.

I seemed to be in a hurry because as much as I loved the feel of this mound of flesh I descended again towards her ‘V’, this time stopping at the button which held her treasure locked behind. As of yet neither of us had said a single word but I think we both knew where we were heading. The sound of the button popping was almost as loud as the sound of our breathing and the scrapping of the zipper releasing that faint hint of musky odor send alarm bells ringing in my head. I feared she would suddenly realize what I was doing and would bolt like a frightened colt. But she stayed with the process, raising her hips to allow me to wrench her tight fitting jeans down past her knees, quickly followed by her panties.

I rubbed the bristle of coarse hair atop her mons and found her wet slit upon which my finger slid up and down, over and over again. I didn’t have a clue as to what I was doing I just knew it felt good and exciting and dangerous and I kept going. It wasn’t long before I made a conscious decision to continue my quest. Releasing her from under the hold of my body I raised to my knees and looked down at her nakedness. Her left breast was exposed and the nipple was large and pointing straight up. Her black pubic hair matted and I could smell her scent as I raised myself, undoing my belt and unzipping my pants.

In a fairly fluid motion I slid both my slacks and underwear down to my knees, exposing myself to her view and heard a little intake of breath when she saw my fully engorged member standing at attention, seemingly pointing right at her face, but she remained silent. I assumed it was her first view of a cock as it was my first view of a wholesome female body in 3 dimensions. I lowered myself back down on top of her and for the first time discovered the wonderful feeling of flesh to flesh, stomach to stomach contact, which will forever be the greatest turn-on for me.

By now my dick was straining bahçelievler escort to do something and I began poking around at the point of entry I knew must be there. I felt the coarseness of her hair on the tip of my cock, the wetness of her as I tried to enter. Not knowing how it should feel I began humping, back and forth, not actually inside of her but on the outside along her slit, rubbing up and down against her clit. She was responding with small, little motions but obviously enjoying the feeling. I think it must have been a total of three minutes before I came. A torrent of milky fluid streaking on her cunt lips and staining the clothes we were laying upon. I believe I jumped up, zipped and ran up the stairs and straight back to my place after that.

Over the next few weeks I began spending more and more time at Terry’s house when he wasn’t there, but Leslie was. She seemed to find reasons to be home more often than usual too. We would make out on the chair in the living room, fondle on the floor of her parents bedroom, while ostensibly watching television. One day I had the nerve to unzip my pants while we were laying there and moved up so that my cock was near her head. I watched closely as she never looked at my dick, just sensed that it was close by. I finally reached down and put it to her lips which remained tightly clamped and closed leaving a trail of pre-cum along those soft, flexible pink facial extensions. Eventually I gave up and went back to feeling her tits, which she really enjoyed.

The moment of truth came one early Saturday morning. I had stayed the night, sleeping on the sofa in the living room, the remainder of the family within their assorted beds. Terry and both his parents had gone off to work so the balance of the kids had used the time to sleep in. I was partially awake when she walked down the stairs wearing her white bath robe. The stairs were in line with the head of the sofa and she gave me a look which I cannot describe. Something like an invitation but not overt, more like making a wish she wasn’t sure would come true. She hit the bottom of the stairs and turned to the bathroom, the latch of the door quietly snapping in place. It was clear she had not locked the door which was secured by a hook and no doubt would not have stood in my way in any event.

I opened the door, slipping in quietly and quickly, latching the hook behind me. Her back was to me as she bent over the tub but I knew that she knew I was standing there. She slowly stood, turning to face me with her robe untied and hanging open. She wore nothing underneath and for the first time I saw her completely naked güngören escort and beautiful body. Her breasts were heaving slightly, nipples hard and pointing right at me, the triangle of her womanhood dark and furry. Her body perfectly proportioned and firm as an athlete. I remained silent and motionless as I took in the sight.

When I finally acted it was with purpose and quickly. I took her in my arms, sliding them under the cloth and against her soft skin, pulling her close to me in an embrace, kissing her fervently. We silently slid to the floor laying upon the robe she wore, wide open to expose all her gifts. I quickly unzipped and dropped my pants to the floor as she openly stared at my hardness, finally reaching up and taking hold for the very first time. She grasped it gently at first then tighter, not moving her hand, simply feeling the contrast of the hardness and the soft skin. It was not long before she released me and laid back to accept what I had to offer.

This time began much like the other time, with me rubbing my hard cock against the outside of her slit, coating it with her juices, hitting her clit on the up stroke. After a few minutes I realized that something was not quite right and I reached down, grabbing hold of myself, taking aim. I straightened my dick out, still sliding it up and down but this time pointing it forward when suddenly it found what it had been looking for and slid in. I knew about popping cherries, the stories I had read many times, so I knew something would happen the first time for her.

I really wasn’t prepared for it though. She was smiling an enjoyable little grin, her mouth opened as I entered her tunnel and bumped up against her hymen, her eyes closed slightly as if she were on a heightened sensory plane. Then I pushed and broke the membrane, her eyes slammed shut tightly, she bit her lip and tears rolled down her cheek. Her knees jerked up involuntarily, closing around my balls and for a moment I thought she might crush them. For the first time I talked to her, telling her the she should relax and it would feel better in just a few moments.

Her knees slowly slid back to the floor but her eyes remained closed, the wetness continuing to drip down her cheeks. It was over too soon, several thrusts and I came in gushes, filling her to overflowing. My cum mingled with the blood of her lost virginity.

She mostly stayed away from me after that. Oh, there were a few times when I played Tarzan when she was alone in the house and I was there. I would haunt her, torment her and several times pick her up and bodily carry her down to the basement sofa and fuck her. She would put up a struggle but not a serious one, she could have gotten up and left if she had wanted to. I tried on several occasions to get her to suck my cock, unsuccessfully. I even turned her to a side by side 69 and kissed around her cunt, but she constantly ignored my dick, simply waiting for me to turn around and plow it into her for a few moments of delight. More delight for me than for her, I believe.

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A lovely young woman is sitting alone at a table inside of a night club in Jacksonville, Florida; she is twenty four years old and is wearing a stunning crimson, red tight dress that barely covers her legs and shows a lot of her bust and cleavage. She is also wearing a pair of matching crimson, red high heels. The lady has long dark, black hair and some of the best make up you have ever seen, including some beautiful black eye high-lights. She is five foot and 8 inches tall and has the most exotic look known to man as she is a mixture of English and Arabic; she also has an amazing figure that shows in her curvy body and legs. Although, what stands out the most on her are the luscious lips and the most beautiful eyes that are coloured hazel. The table is situated close to the bar, the club is nicely decorated including the bar and has lots of lighting and smoke effects on the dance floor. The dance floor is not that heavily crowded yet, but there are many other people there.

Next, a man walks up to the bar and in the corner of his eye he seeming sees the beautiful lady sitting all alone at the table close to the bar. He is six foot and two inches tall he has short, dark black hair, he has brown eyes and has a nice frame; the man is also dressed in a designer YSL shirt, which is coloured blue. For his bottoms, he is also wearing some YSL, black tight jeans and a nice pair of opal black shoes to go with his outfit.

The man decides to walk up to the woman and ask her, “Is anyone else sitting here?”

She looks around at the table and replies with, “I do not see anyone else here?”

The guy then sits down next to her and he glances over quickly at her quickly and then speaks, “I just wanted to make sure. I figured someone as sexy as you would be here with someone.”

The woman’s lips curl in the most gorgeous smile as she then thinks to herself ‘that was a very sweet compliment’ and then answers him with a simple, “Thank you!”

The man then orders a drink and turns to her and asks, “I am Kevin, It is nice to meet you?”

“My name is Kimberly, I am pleased to meet you as well,” replied Kimberly, she then takes a sip from her glass of vodka and lemonade drink.

“Well, it is nice to meet you Kimberly. Could I buy you a drink?” Suggested Kevin, as he looks at her glass and sees it is nearly empty.

“Yes, please!” answered Kimberly.

“What are you having?” asked Kevin, as he looks at her drink as he does not recognize the colour.

Kimberly replies in a sweet voice, “It is vodka and lemonade.

He walks up to the bar and signals for the the bartender to order another one of her drinks, “So what is a beautiful woman like, yourself, doing here all alone?”

“I am drinking myself stupid to get drunk, since that is all I am good for since my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with another woman, who I thought was ugly as hell.”

“Oh, I am so sorry. I should not have brought that up,” muttered Kevin, as he swallows some more of his drink, he thinks to himself ‘how could a guy cheat on someone as gorgeous as her.’

she replies, “It is okay, you did not know, hon.”

“Well, I cannot simply leave you to drink on your own anymore, plus I am sure you could use the company.” said Kevin

“I would like that very much,” replied Kimberly.

Kevin takes another swallow of his drink, “You are from England then?” he asked as he noticed her southern, English accent and not being able to think of anything else to talk about and that was the first thing that came into his mind.

“Yes, I am. That was very perspective of you, I moved here only two years ago,” stated Kimberly.

“What brought you to the States Kimberly? It is a long way from home,” Asked Kevin.

“Work and always wanted to live in Florida, so I got an internal transfer with Ford,” answered Kimberly.

“Oh, well that is a good reason to come to the States. I am sure you enjoy running around in your bikinis half of the year too, teasing all the guys.” Said Kevin trying to make her laugh.

Kimberly laughs as she knows it is true half of the time and that that is how she dresses when she goes to the beach.

He hears her beautiful laughter and smile. he thinks to himself ‘I obviously cannot be doing that bad if I am getting her to laugh,’ he then asks her, “What are your interests then?”

“I am a creative writer; I also play some video games like NBA2K13, I like working out and sunbathing also. What are your interests then, Kevin?” replied Kimberly.

“A Creative writer and video games?” answered Kevin as he then thinks to himself ‘wow how perfect is she?’

He then speaks again, “I love video games as well and I like to tinker around with computers a lot. I am mostly playing NBA2K13 right now as well.”

“Oh! That is so cool, my team is the Heat!” declared Kimberly.

“Ah, you picked the local team. I am not from around here, so my team is the Thunder. I got drafted by the 76ers and got traded to them though. It was a good Finals last year for your team,” replied Kevin.

“Ah, yes, thanks they did. Also, I got lucky and got drafted by the çapa escort Miami Heat. I am now on my third year,” said Kimberly.

“Ah, so you are about to go through contract negotiations then. I am in the play-offs in my second year. I play as a All-Around shooting guard.”

“I am their point guard, but now I am making plays myself as I have pretty good statistics. What type of music do you listen to?” Asked Kimberly trying to make a conversation with him.

“I listen to a little bit of everything, except rap and country. Mostly music from games though, there is so much variety there. What about you, dear?” said Kevin.

“I listen to Cascada, Lady Gaga and Kesha; I also listen to a little bit of House and Garage,” replied Kimberly.

“Ah, I have never heard of House and Garage. Are they an English band?” asked Kevin.

“No, It is like Dance done by a DJ and MC, but is a UK thing,” She giggles to herself after saying that.

Kimberly drinks some more of her drink and it is nearly empty, but she offers to buy the next round to make sure it is fair.

I look at my drink and have barely touched it, “I am good right now Kimberly, but thank you, for the kind offer. I will get your next one again though,” said Kevin.

He did not even realize that as he had been far more interested in talking to Kimberly than even thinking about his drink.

“Okay, thank you, very much, Kevin, you are really sweet!” replied Kimberly cheerfully as he as helped her lighten up from her depression.

“I am not that sweet. I will not melt if you put me in the rain, plus I know you could use a friendly chat right now,” answered Kevin.

Kimberly finishes off her drink and start to drink a little bit of her new drink and then she asks, “Would you like to dance with me on the dance floor?”

Kevin looks over at the dance floor and swallows, knowing he does not have a lot of experience, he then replies, “Sure, but I am not that good at dancing, just to warn you.”

“Do not worry!” said Kimberly as she takes Kevin by his hand so that he can lead her.

He feels her soft skin as he holds her right hand and notices a beautiful wrist tattoo of a musical note on her wrist as he leads her to the dance floor slowly. Kimberly already starts to feel better as both of them hit the dance floor and they start to dance together for a bit. Kevin dances a little awkwardly at first because of his lack of experience, but he tries to do his best to keep up with Kimberly as he looks into her eyes, which he notice are incredibly beautiful. They quickly become his favourite part of her.

Kimberly starts to teach Kevin a little bit and then they end up dancing together in each others arms, and having fun, which Kimberly forgot even existed.

He starts to have even more fun as she teaches him and he then holds her in his arms and thoughts begin to run through his mind of this being more than just tonight.

Kimberly then throws her arms around his neck and crosses them over and looks into his eyes and she smile gracefully as they play slower music now.

Kevin swallows as the pace slows and he gazes back into her exotic eyes and he simply smiles at her and says, “I am really enjoying tonight, Kimberly. I do not know a lot about you, but I think your ex made a huge mistake cheating on you.”

“Awww, you are just too sweet. I am finally able to have fun again and it is all thanks to you,” replied Kimberly, as she looks into his eyes once more.

Kevin’s eyes lower to your her full soft and luscious lips and then he quickly averts his eyes back to looking into hers.

Kimberly leans her head on his shoulders as the both of them dance; this allows her to get closer to Kevin, she thinks to herself ‘This guy is making me feel so happy.’

As she thought that, Kevin wraps his arms around Kimberly and give her a gentle and friendly hug as the song begins to end. She smile once more and he then walks her back to her seat.

They talk for some more until the club is about to close and it is time to go home.

“How much did you have to drink Kimberly?” asked Kevin.

“A lot!” replied Kimberly.

“I am taking you home then. I cannot let you drive home drunk.” declared Kevin.

“I was going to get a cab. I never drive, when I drink, but I so feel safer if you take me home,” answered Kimberly.

“It is settled then,” said Kevin, he then slowly walks Kimberly by her hand towards his car. Next, he walks towards the passenger side of the car and opens it first allowing Kimberly to get in; she staggers a little bit as she is drunk, he helps her into the car safely.

With Kevin’s help she gets in and tells him, “Thank you, Kevin!”

“You are welcome, Kimberly,” said Kevin, as he shuts the door and gets in and starts the cars engines and then he begins driving and taking Kimberly home, she then explains where she lives. Kimberly then sits back relaxed as Kevin drives her to her house.

Kevin begins to speak, “Do you have many friends in this area Kimberly?”

He follows her directions driving fatih escort a little slower than normal, so that he does not have to say goodbye so soon. Kimberly then replies to Kevin’s question, “Not so many, since I have only just moved here. I do have friends and work colleagues and you, sweetie?”

“I just moved to the area myself, not too long ago. So I do not really have any friends at all here. Or a girlfriend,” Replied Kevin, but he says the last part a little softer almost under his breath.

“Well, you know I no longer have a boyfriend,” she said as she heard him say girlfriend quietly.

He laughs slightly, “Yeah but, that was only two weeks ago. I know you are probably still recovering and not ready for another relationship yet.” explained Kevin.

“That is true, But I had really good fun tonight,” expressed Kimberly.

“I Tell you what, I will give you my number and you can think about it. You are intoxicated right now and I do not want you to make a decision you will regret,” explained Kevin, as he then smiles as he thinks about how he helped her with the pain that she was going through and feeling at the beginning of the night.

Kimberly takes him up on his wonderful offer and gives him her phone number as well and tell him, “I would love that.”

Kevin pulls up at Kimberly’s house. Kimberly’s house is very large and decorated it has a large front garden with various flowers and red roses, but it is dark and you cannot see much. The front as a porch, which is coloured white, where as the rest of the house has red bricks and a black tiled roof. Her door is coloured brown and is made out of brown painted hard wood, it has a door bell on the right and a large golden handle to knock on the door with and the house number is 31.

“I will walk you to the door at the very least. I do not want you passing out in your front yard,” said Kevin.

“Thank you, Kevin,” replied Kimberly

He helps Kimberly get to the door as she staggers and can barely walk straight, he helps her unlock the door as she was having trouble “Kimberly, I…” he says as he stops her from entering the door by saying her name.

She stops and turns to face him as he spoke her name out loudly.

Kevin looks into Kimberly’s eyes once again and at her soft lips as he takes a step towards her and leans down. He presses his lips against hers and kisses her very softly.

She kisses him back once and pulls away, but she smiles joyfully and then starts to kiss Kevin again on her porch

Kevin kisses her back gently as well as his hand comes up to her face and he brushes her cheek tenderly.

She rubs her hands over his back as they make out some more. He slowly slides his tongue out of his mouth and brushes it against her lips.

“mmm,” she moans gently as she parts her lips ready for him to slide his tongue inside of her luscious lips.

He feel her mouth open, but he keep his tongue at her lips as he puts his arms around her holding Kimberly close to him. She then slides her tongue deep into his mouth and presses her lips against his. There tongues entwine together, as he feels her tongue enter his mouth and he starts to rub over her lovely back as their make out session continues.

Kimberly’s hands run through his hair and down his spine as she begins to kiss him with even more passion.

Kevin starts to twirl her hair around and inside of his own fingers as their kisses become even more passionate than ever as both of their tongues keep dancing together seductively.

As both of them continue to kiss; Kimberly begins to open the door to let us into her house.

Kevin lets Kimberly lead him into her; he then follows her into her house as she knows the way around, however he closes the door behind them, “Kimberly?” he asked as he looked at her as Kimberly turns on the light via the switch.

“What?” she replied.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Kevin as he looks into her eyes with concern.

he thinks to himself ‘hoping that she is not just doing this to dull the pain from her ex-boyfriend.’

“I am sure,” said Kimberly, as she leads him into living room which is the door on the right to her large and comfy coach. Kimberly’s living room is just simply flawless; it is decorated with lovely pink wallpaper with red roses on it and there are few vases of flowers.

Kevin then sits down on the couch and pulls Kimberly towards him as they lock their lips sexily together again. Kimberly kisses him back again sitting next to him on the coach. He starts to feel over her body running his hands across her breasts on top of her and the exposed part of her tight, crimson, red dress that shows her amazing bust and cleavage. “Mmm!” She moans softly as she kisses him more and more. Her hands wander down to his lower back.

He reaches to the bottom of her dress and he starts to bring it up revealing her thong. She does not stop him even though, she never has sex on a first date ever. He keeps pulling her dress up and over her lovely breasts and finally over her head. He looks down at fındıkzade escort her body and he then bites his lip gently as he realizes just how sexy she really is, “You are so sexy Kimberly!”

He sees that she is not wearing a bra either, also he makes her smile when he told her how sexy she was. He then stands in front of her and lowers himself down and stops at her neck as he start to kiss it deeply and softly nibbles at it.

“MMM, baby,” she moaned out as she really loves her neck being kissed and caressed in many different ways, but especially kissing.

He explores over her soft body with both of his hands as he continue to kiss her neck deeper.

“Oh, Baby, MMM!” moaned Kimberly as her moans get even louder as he continues to kiss her weak spot.

He smiles into her neck before he leans up to her ear, “Kimberly, I am not going to fuck you because you are not my girlfriend. Although, I am going to lick you until you orgasm,” he said teasingly and explaining to her what is in store for her later; before he then goes back to kissing her neck.

“Mmm,” she smiles and then leans her neck back for him to kiss it even more, she moans his name gently, “Mmm, Kevin!”

After he hears that he lowers himself down with her breasts right in front of him as he starts to lick and kiss over them while he brings a hand down to her pussy and he start to rub it over her black laced thong.

“MMM!” Moaned Kimberly as she still does not try to stop Kevin, but she does tell him by whispering into his ear, “You are truly the first, guy, I have ever let, see me topless on a first date.”

“Maybe I will be the last,” Kevin replies as he looks up into her eyes and she knows exactly what he is saying.

she looks back and slowly takes off her black knickers in front of him. He sees that Kimberly is fully shaven down their and looks in amazement at her pussy as it is just pure perfection, he then says “Freshly shaven, Mmm, Kimberly so perfect!?”

He then starts to suck on Kimberly’s hard nipples as they became erect from the pleasure that he was giving her; he then starts rubbing her tiny and beautiful clitoris which is cleanly shaven, directly with his fingers softly.

“MMM!” she moans out loudly as he rubs her clitoris.

He pulls away from her breasts and looks down at her pussy again to look at how perfect it really is; he smiles up at her as he slowly lower himself down to her pussy that is already glistening with wetness. Next, he plants a soft kiss directly on it, before he smiles back up at her and look into her exotic eyes that are now filled with lust. She leans back on the sofa and spreads her legs for him after he had kissed it directly. He slowly starts to lick across her pussy lips fully stopping at her clitoris and he flicks his tongue all over it a few times.

“Mmmm, Kevin,” she moaned out the first time that she had felt his tongue drape across her pussy.

Kevin moans into her clitoris to make it vibrate as he brings a finger to her soaking, wet pussy and he slides it inside of her.

“MMM, Baby! do not stop; you lick me so fucking good!” she screams.

He needs no second invitation to such an inviting pussy; He keeps on flicking his tongue over her clit as he slowly move his finger in and out of her pussy gently to begin with.

“Mmm, Baby, that feels so damn good.”

Kimberly starts to moan even louder and her breathing gets faster and heavier as Kevin makes her even moister downstairs and her body begins to sweat as her body temperature rises. Next, he sucks on her clitoris gently as he slides a second finger inside of her and moves them a little faster.

“MMM, I love that!” Screamed Kimberly in pleasure.

He sucks harder on her clitoris as he move his fingers faster inside of her and angles them to massage over her G-spot.

“MMM! BABY!” she then screams even louder; she starts shaking extremely wildly, and screams again at him, “I AM ABOUT TO FUCKING CUM BABY!.”

As he hears her scream those words he sucks even harder as she tells him, “close your fingers and fuck me harder with them against my g-spot.” yelled Kimberly again.

Kimberly screams and Yell in pure ecstasy and pleasure and she screams at the top of her voice as he starts making her cum, suddenly she squirts all over his face.

He pulls away a little in shock as he has never had a girl do that to him before; he was not expecting that at all, “Oh my god, Kimberly!”

Next, she licks up some her own juices from her right finger off of her sexy body; this teases Kevin even more. She then lets him taste her with her index finger her right hand. He tastes her and loves it, “Mmm just like strawberry’s, Kimberly!”

Suddenly, Kimberly pushes Kevin right on his back on the sofa so he laying completely on it.

“Damn, you are aggressive Kimberly,” He says as he is laying on his back for her; he still is enjoying the taste in his mouth. He then swallows the squirt that ended in his mouth, plus from Kimberly’s index finger that she made him suck earlier. She unbuttons his YSL shirt and his jeans as quickly as she can as she is so horny now and needs his hard cock in her mouth, especially after he made her squirt. She quickly takes his eight inch cock in her right hand, which is rock solid after seeing her squirt. She massages it up and down giving him a hand job. She then presses it between both her large breasts and titty fucks him for a little bit.

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My breath catches in my throat. You can’t have just said what I think you said!

I step back.

“Professor?”

Your eyes, still smiling, are roaming over my body. I watch heat come into your face.

“God, Jess. I would love to make love with you. Will you let me?”

I gulp.

“I…I’m a virgin, Professor.”

You cup my face with your hands.

“I’ll be very gentle with you, I promise. Besides, wouldn’t you rather your first time be with someone experienced who’ll know what to do and how careful to be?”

I hold my breath. I’ve dreamed about this moment for ages, and now that it’s here, I’m terrified.

You see how I’m feeling: it’s written all over my face.

“I’ll go slow, and if at any point you don’t like something or you want to stop, we’ll stop, okay?”

You look at me, waiting.

Finally, I nod.

Your smile lights up the room.

“That’s good. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” You begin murmuring to me as you pull me into your body and begin to kiss me.

Your lips are gentle, teasing. My heart is pounding. My hands are still clenched in front of me, holding my shirt together. I feel you slide your warm, rough hands over them and gently loosen my hold. You lace your fingers through mine and pull my hands down to my sides, still kissing softly, patiently.

I feel my shirt melt away.

I shiver as you skim your hands over my skin from my waist, up my sides, and to my breasts. You caress my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

You begin to kiss my jaw, down my throat, and my collar bone.

Suddenly, you slide your hands down to grab my ass and, squeezing it, lift me onto the table. You laugh, your mouth moving against my stomach, when you hear me squeal.

You move back up and capture my nipple through the cotton bra.

I gasp and arch, bringing my hands up to tunnel through your hair.

“Mmmm. Do you like that, baby girl?” You murmur and move to draw the other nipple into your warm, wet mouth. You lave me with your tongue and I feel my hips start to rock.

“MMmmm.” You moan against my nipple and the vibration of your voice travels through me, making my clit tingle.

I göztepe escort shiver.

You run your hands along the waistband of my jeans, teasing gently. Then I feel you grab my pants and start to pull them down. You lean back, and I instantly miss your mouth on me. I’m panting now, and shaking, and you pull my pants slowly down my legs, your eyes never leaving my body.

“You’re so beautiful. I love how your body looks, how it feels.” I am mesmerized by you as you tug the pants completely off of me. My shoes have come off, also, and you kneel down to pick them up.

I watch you, enthralled, as you carefully put them back on and tie the little straps.

You step back to admire me. I’m now only clad in my little panties and my red strappy shoes.

You look up into my eyes.

“You are a good girl, aren’t you, Jess?”

I nod.

“And don’t good girls do what they’re told?”

I gulp. I nod.

You walk over and retrieve a short stool from a pottery wheel. You unzip your pants, pull them down, and sit.

I can see your hard, thick erection coming up through the hole in your boxers.

“Come here.”

I stand, shakily, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands.

I walk over to you.

“Get on your knees.”

I sink down to the floor, crossing my ankles behind me and sitting back on them.

“Have you ever seen a cock before? Have you ever touched one?”

I shake my head.

“Put your hand on me, Jess. Be a good girl for me.”

I reach out, tentatively. It’s so hard and hot! My eyes fly up to yours and you can see my surprise. You chuckle.

I begin to explore my way around your cock, stroking lightly, wrapping my fingers around it, finding your balls.

You moan, I jerk my hand back.

You chuckle. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It feels so good, baby. Keep touching me.”

You take my hand and put it on your cock, showing me what you like. I stroke and fondle you while you run your hands through my hair. Gradually, I feel you tugging on my hair and pulling me downward. I look up at you questioningly.

“I want to feel your mouth on my bostancı escort cock.”

My eyes fly open in surprise.

“But”—

You cut me off.

“Put your mouth on my cock.” You’re stern with me this time, and you push my head down more insistently.

I do it.

I follow your instructions, licking and sucking first your shaft and then your balls. My mouth is open as wide as it will go, and I barely can hold you.

Your moaning gets louder and you’ve started moving your hips, little thrusts into my mouth.

I’m afraid of gagging, and try to lean back slightly. You grab my head and hold me in place as you begin to fuck my mouth.

“Suck me, Jessica! Oh, God, baby. Yeah, taste that cock!” You’re pumping your hips, fucking my face. I’m struggling against you, fighting for breath, as you go deeper and deeper into the back of my throat.

You’re pulling my hair and holding my head and even though it hurts me, I feel the tingling between my legs start to pulse. My pussy is throbbing and wet for you and I start to rock it against the shoes that I’m sitting on.

I’m sucking you hard and rocking my hips and I feel you start to shake. Your thrusts get shorter but harder, slamming into my mouth.

Finally, you cum.

As you cum, you shoot some of it into my mouth and then abruptly, pull out to spray my face, throat, and breasts.

I’m shocked at how much there is, how hot it is, and how good it feels on my skin. I reach up and smear it on myself, licking it off of my fingers.

You laugh.

“Did you like that, baby?”

I look up at you and nod, silently.

“More?” You ask.

Again, I nod.

You smile at me.

“Good. Get back up on the table and lay back.”

I do as you ask.

“Spread your legs.”

I’m nervous, I hesitate.

“Spread your legs!” You are stern again and I slide them apart slightly.

You stand over me and grab my ankles, pulling them wide and pushing them back so my knees are bent and my pussy is displayed for you, wet panties and all.

“When I tell you to open your legs for me, you’ll do this. Because you’re a good girl, tuzla escort aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Say it!”

“I….I’m a good girl.”

You chuckle.

“Very good. Whose good girl are you?”

“Yours.”

“Yours, Sir! Say it!”

….”Yours, Sir.”

You run your hands over my legs, starting at my ankles and moving slowly along the inside of my knees, then my thighs, toward my pussy.

“Mmmmmm. Looks like someone’s a little wet.”

You peel off my panties and lean close, blowing across my throbbing clit.

I moan and shiver.

“Please.” I whisper, not knowing what I’m begging for.

“Please, what?” You crawl over me, rubbing your chin slowly back and forth over my pussy lips, looking at me.

“Ask me nicely for what you want.”

“I…I want you to….l-lick my pussy, Sir.”

“Say please!”

“Please.” I moan as I feel your tongue flick over my clit.

Your tongue and breath are dancing lightly across my swollen, sensitive nub.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You like it when Sir licks your pussy like this?”

I moan, writhing on the table.

A little scream escapes me when I feel you slowly pushing a finger into my pussy, wiggling it into my tight hole.

My hips start rocking against your face, I feel you chuckle and moan as you tongue me and fuck me with your finger.

I’m whimpering now, my hips bucking more wildly. Pressure is building inside of me and I feel like I’m about to rip in half!

You grab my bucking hips and slam them down, pinning them to the table, and furiously eat me and finger fuck me while I cum wildly, screaming and shaking and clawing your shoulders, my breasts, the edges of the table. I’m shattering into a million pieces and your tongue gives me no mercy!

Finally, I break and start to fall back to earth. You’re licking me gently now, soothingly.

After a few moments, my breathing levels out and you sit up on the table next to me.

I’m still shaking and you pull me to you for a long, deep kiss. I can taste myself on you.

“How was that, baby girl? Did you enjoy it?”

I blush.

“Oh, yes Sir. Very much.”

You chuckle.

“Would you like to play some more?”

I nod.

“Would you like me to fuck your pussy?”

I nod again.

“Uh uh…..you have to ask nicely, like a good girl.”

I smile.

“Please professor, fuck my pussy.”

You laugh.

“Very good.”

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Author’s Note — This is just a story. Please don’t make it out to be anything more than that. Also if you are after hot sex only, you might want to jump ahead to the end as most of the story is setup. I hope those of you who read it with an open mind and just looking for entertainment or a good story will find it. Blewwater69.

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Jason Robinson stirred awake, feeling the affect of the night’s drinking. He had made it through. Had survived hell night and was now a brother within Theta Chi. He amazingly remembered that his big brother, Mark Klerk, wanted to talk with him as soon as he felt up to it today. Jason rolled to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

‘Oh, fuck! My head is swimming,’ he thought.

Jason staggered to his feet in his dorm room and grabbed his toiletries bag. He found the aspirin bottle he kept in his top dresser drawer, grabbed his towel, and walked across the hall into the bathroom. The first thing he had to do was take a wicked piss. His bladder ached, it was so full. He fished his flaccid cock from his gym shorts and aimed at the bowl. As he started to piss the immediate relief of pressure to his bladder was clearly pleasurable.

Next Jason popped three aspirin and then stripped down for a shower. He hoped a good hot shower along with the aspirin would have the desired affects and clear his head. He shed his t-shirt and gym shorts and climbed into the warm water of the shower. Jason was on the college swim team, making varsity as a phenomenal breaststroker and butterfly swimmer. His coach thought he had chances to set many school and even conference records.

His hands soaped his strong arms and muscular shoulders and then down his slim lower body. He definitely had a swimmer’s build: broad upper chest, long arms, slim waist and long strong legs. He had big hands which also aided his swimming. His girlfriend in high school had told him more than once, big hands means big cock. She was right in his case. He didn’t know if that was true generally.

He finished the shower by soaping his short blonde hair and shaving. He had a light beard and shaving in the shower had always worked well for him. Quickly finishing in the bathroom he went back to his room to dress. It was already ten thirty and he needed to meet Mark before eleven thirty since he had to be at his new job by noon. Mark had helped get him a desk job at the infirmary, registering the patients, and pulling records for the old woman doctor, Dr. Whitfield. She was retiring at the end of the year. For some reason, which seemed odd to Jason, Mark was worried about her retirement.

He grabbed his jacket as it was still cool in spring in New Jersey and headed for the frat house. It was a five minute walk across campus and around the lake that separated the frat houses from the rest of the school. He knocked on Mark’s door right at eleven. He could hear a TV inside the room, so he knew Mark must be up. The sound on the TV went down and then Mark opened the door inviting him in.

“Hey, little brother,” Mark greeted him, with a smile. “Feeling okay?”

“Funny! What was that Schnapps you were giving me last night?”

“Yeah. Schnapps and beer, a lethal combination,” Mark said, laughing.

“It’s not a good idea to kill your little brother the first night,” Jason said, but laughed with him.

“I knew you could handle it,” Mark offered.

“Yeah, well…it took three aspirins and a nice hot shower for me to feel half right and I have to work today,” Mark stated.

“Yeah…your first day with sweet old Dr.Whitfield.”

“You act like she’s your grandmother or something,” Jason claimed.

“Well, that’s what I needed to talk with you about.”

“Okay, I’m all ears but I only have about forty-five minutes,” Jason said.

“We better begin then,” Marks said.

Mark told Jason about the history of their frat family. He went back forty years to a guy named Douglass Caulfield. It seemed Caulfield had come from a very wealthy family in New York. Something to do with Wall Street, from what Mark remembered. Caulfield had come to Princeton and pledged early in his freshman year. Theta Chi was a new fraternity on campus then, so he was nearly one of the original brothers.

The year Doug joined Theta Chi was the same year Dr. Jennifer Whitfield had entered Princeton as the new infirmary doctor. She was a pretty lady of twenty-five then, still single, and Doug took a fancy to her when he went to get some medicine for a cold once. He noticed she had a sign up for a clerk position to help her with the bookkeeping and the student medical records. He certainly didn’t need the job but took it to be close to pretty Dr. Whitfield. Quickly he learned that she already had a fiancée in the military. It was during the Vietnam War.

Dr. Whitfield remained true to her fiancée and later that year they married after he returned from the war. Caulfield was disappointed that his close proximity to Dr. Whitfield had not blossomed into a relationship göztepe escort but he discovered something incredibly interesting in her record keeping practices. She would put an asterisk by the birthday of each girl patient that was a virgin. He had discovered this through a process of learning about the different medicines being prescribed, it was only on women’s charts, and the infirmary had thin walls. He could also tell when the asterisks were added and removed thus knowing when a girl had given up her virginity.

One particularly pretty virgin with bad monthly menstrual cramps came to the notice of Caulfield. Using his money for flowers and cards, he pursued Margaret Wilson eventually getting her to agree to a date. Caulfield was quite the charmer apparently and his money allowed him to impress women with gifts, nice dinners, and shows. He always got the front row tickets to plays and other social events. Somehow his charms allowed him to eventually bed the lovely Margaret and take her virginity. The relationship lasted only a few short months and fell apart over the summer recess.

Doug kept his job with Dr. Whitfield as a sophomore. It was only a month into his sophomore year when he began to focus on another virgin with allergies. Once again, his courting skills, money, and good looks got him a date. Polly Johnson proved to be a real challenge for Caulfield to bed. The story is not completely clear after all these years, but the belief is she used other means to please Doug, but always stopped short of allowing him intercourse. It took him till Christmas and an expensive piece of jewelry to finally get Polly to give up her cherry.

Caulfield seems to have loved the challenge of the conquest more than the prize as he again broke up with Polly during spring recess. The records indicate he found two easy targets the remainder of that year, bringing his total for the year to three and his total virgin conquests to four.

“Mark…this is interesting about our Theta Chi family history but I have to get to work soon. Why was this important to tell…?”

“Just bear with me a bit longer, Jason,” Mark said.

“Okay, but you got me this job, so if I’m late it won’t…”

“Dr. Whitfield still puts the asterisks on her charts,” Mark announced, cutting Jason off.

“What?”

“She still indicates virgins on her charts,” Mark claimed.

“She does?”

“Yes. And one of our Theta Chi family members has held the job you now have for over forty years, since our great benefactor, brother Douglass Caulfield, started it way back then. We’re not sure how things might change after Dr. Whitfield retires, but the real message I must tell you is this. You were chosen to carry on our tradition very carefully.”

“What do you mean tradition?”

“We’re a family and brotherhood of cherry poppers. We relieve women of the burden of their hymen, freeing them to enjoy life more fully,” Mark said.

“What?”

“It’s simple really. Our family line within Theta Chi has been working at and recording the conquests of virgins for all these many years.”

“You’ve got to be kidding?” Jason gasped.

“No, thanks to a trust fund set up by our great benefactor, Mr. Caulfield, we have relieved hundreds of women of the burden of their vaginal barriers. We are the sources of pleasure to Princeton’s virgins.”

“This is unbelievable! You act like you’re noble knights or something,” Jason said.

“We are! Or I should say we have become since the days of Mr. Caulfield.”

“How can you possibly think of your efforts as noble when…”

“The rest of the story is this,” Mark said.

He told Jason more about the trust fund which was created as a contest. Douglass Caulfield upon graduating had put one million dollars into trust and has added a million more every five years since. With interest the fund was currently over twenty million. Upon Caulfield’s death the fund will pay out to all brothers in our family. The pay out is based on numbers of virgin conquests on a percentage basis. The top virgin killer also gets a bonus of one million dollars.

“Are you serious?” Jason asked.

“Absolutely!”

“Are you telling me you have been popping cherries using Dr. Whitfield’s medical records as reference to identify potential conquests?”

“I’m close to the record. I have seventeen scores. The record was set five years ago at nineteen. No one has ever broken twenty,” Mark said, with a laugh.

“You’ve popped seventeen cherries?” Jason gasped.

“Definitely. We use Dr. Whitfield records as evidence and have recorded the results in this diary for over forty years,” Mark said, reaching into a drawer of his desk and producing an old looking book.

In the book were lists of women’s names on each page and dates of their lost virginity. A brother’s name was at the top of the page, along with dates they were at Princeton.

“This is unbelievable,” Jason bostancı escort exclaimed.

“I know. I felt just like you at first. I also felt, like I think you do, that we’re taking outrageous advantage of these women and our employer, Dr. Whitfield.”

“Right,” Jason agreed.

“To my surprise, it’s not like that really. We’re doing most – not all, but most – of these women a favor,” Mark stated.

“Oh, sure,” Jason challenged sarcastically.

“You’ll see for yourself if you don’t break the string. Every one of our brothers in the family has participated since Doug.”

“What if I break the string?” Jason asked.

“Then you and I, as your immediate big brother, are out of the contest and it ends.”

“Seriously? If I refuse you get hurt?”

“Yes. It’s one of the keys of the contest and one that has helped keep it going all these many years.”

“Wow,” Jason exclaimed. “But explain to me again how we are doing these women favors? I don’t get that at all.”

Mark explained his reasoning and those of his predecessors as this. All the brothers since Caulfield had been chosen for looks and athletic prowess. Meaning they were all good looking guys with strong physical builds. Everyone has been over six feet tall. The women are wined and dined using a limited expense account provided by the trust. Flowers and gifts are also arranged. The trust pays for two front row seats at several area venues of sporting events, concerts, and plays.

“I think I see where you’re going. The women have the time of their lives, if however briefly for losing their virginity,” Jason explained.

“Yes, but not only. It may be more than a bit cavalier to say, but by bedding these women, we bring them pleasure too. You’ll find to get to seventeen popped cherries or more like I have done one must choose women receptive to losing their virginity. If you choose the most beautiful, the most religious, or the ones that want to save their virginity until they find the guy they want to marry, you’ll never get beyond ten in your time here. Caulfield went on to do seven more virgins for a total of eleven. The least were two guys in the puritan early-sixties. They only got three each. Some guys in the liberal seventies got into the high teens. But, as I said, no one has broken twenty.”

“Part of the problem too, is that several guys have found their perfect mates and stopped trying. That has happened about a half dozen times. We’re not sure what Dr. Whitfield’s retirement is going to do to the record keeping, so you may well be the last of our line. Otherwise the contest ends with the last person at the time of Douglass Caulfield death and he’s in his seventies.”

“This is incredible,” Jason exclaimed. “Whoa…I better get going to work.”

“We’ll talk more later. For now just do as Dr. Whitfield instructs. I already told you what to expect from the job and about the work to be done. If you want to start thinking about the contest, just make mental note of any women that come in that receive or show asterisks on their charts,” Mark stated.

“Okay,” Jason said standing and saying goodbye.

It was a short walk from the frat house to the infirmary at the back of the campus near the church. Jason arrived just at noon. He had been thinking hard on the walk over about this contest and what to do. He still wasn’t sure this was a moral pursuit, even if it was an interesting challenge and potentially profitable. He didn’t want to break the chain though or disappoint his big brother, who had worked so hard to carry on the tradition. Mark was a senior. He would be graduating in three more months. Until then, they would share the duties at the infirmary so he still had a shot at making twenty, though an outside one. It took an average of 65 days to score a virgin over the last forty years.

Dr. Whitfield was a sweet old widow. At seventy-seven she was still agile of mind and body. She played tennis with several of the professors and could hold her own. She really looked about fifty-five, no more. Mark had introduced Jason as his replacement. Dr. Jenny, as they had come to call her, was used to the Theta Chi boys choosing their own replacements. At first she wasn’t quite sure if it would always work out, but after a decade of successes, she gave in and had never been disappointed. Still sharp enough to continue working she had finally decided it was time to retire anyway. The college president, a tennis partner, had reluctantly accepted.

Dr. Jenny was impressed with the handsome boy that was to be Mark’s replacement. She took him through the office procedures like she had done with about twenty previous Theta Chi brothers. She found Jason sharp and eager to learn. She could tell right away he would do just fine. It was important to her that this new employee be good because he would work for the new doctor as well. She felt if she could train him well, with Mark’s help, then she would be leaving tuzla escort the new person with a capable assistant.

As Dr. Jenny showed Jason the way the records were stored and pulled from the files each time a patient returned, Jason noticed the small asterisks next to the birthdays on several female cards. He found himself hiding a smile as he knew already what those meant. They were about a half hour into his training and through much of the office procedures when a young lady walked in with her friend. She looked miserable and obviously had a cold. When they approached the desk, Jason asked her name as Dr. Jenny had instructed. He had her sign a registration sheet, checked her ID, and then retrieved the chart from the file. The young woman had only been in once before. She was not a virgin, Jason noticed with a smile, and was probably a junior based on her age.

Jason took the chart into Dr. Jenny in her office and then returned to the front desk. He made sure the other girl was just there for support, which she was. Jason answered the phone as Dr. Jenny came out to get her patient. The call was just about how late the infirmary was open. Jason had a few charts to file, then he was out of work for the time being. The friend of the patient watched him while he filed them. Once he sat down, he noticed her trying to read but she glanced up often, so he struck up a conversation.

“Your friend looks pretty sick,” Jason said.

“She’s my roommate and, yeah, she has been coughing her head off all night. She’s feeling pretty miserable. I just hope I don’t catch whatever she has,” the girl said.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be fun from the looks of it,” Jason agreed.

“You new on campus? I don’t recall seeing you around,” the woman asked.

“Yeah, a freshman,” Jason reluctantly said.

“We’ve all got to be freshmen sometime,” the woman stated.

Jason chuckled, “I guess that’s right. I’m Jason Robinson.”

“Amanda Fletcher. My friend is Molly…oh, but you probably saw her chart,” Amanda said.

“Sure thing,” Jason agreed, noticing the woman had a nice smile to match her cute face.

The door to the office opened and Dr. Jenny led the sickly Molly Weeks out into the reception area. Dr. Jenny was handing her a prescription for something and giving her instructions on taking care of herself. Molly thanked the Doctor between sniffles and walked out the front door with Amanda. As Amanda closed the door she yelled, “Goodbye, Jason. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Hopefully,” Jason yelled back, but then wondered if that had sounded weird.

Dr. Jenny had barely started into more of his training when the door opened again and a very young looking woman entered. Her hand was over her abdomen as if she was in pain. Dr. Jenny stepped aside so Jason could do his job. He asked her name, had her sign in, and pulled her chart. As he handed it to Dr. Jenny, he noticed an asterisk on the header card for Miss Megan Harrison. Dr. Jenny asked Megan to follow her into her office.

Once the door was closed Jason resumed his seat. If he sat quietly he could make out pieces of the conversation. The voices seemed to come through a heating grate in the wall behind the desk. Jason could hear Megan describing her problem as menstrual cramps.

Jason’s concentration on the conversation through the wall ended abruptly when the door opened and in walked two guys. One looked fine but the other was holding his left hand as if something was wrong. As Jason looked at it he could tell the guy had a dislocated middle finger. He got the name and other information then had them sit to await the doctor. About five minutes later, Dr. Jenny emerged with Megan. Megan had some medicine in her hand and the Doctor was telling her to call her if it didn’t get better very soon. As Megan left, Jason noticed she had a nice ass.

Dr. Jenny handed him the two charts back with post-it notes attached. On the post-its were notes from her examinations. Jason knew he was to type those onto the cards inside and refile them. As he typed and read the comments, he noticed there was no change to the asterisk status on Megan’s card. ‘She must still be a virgin,’ Jason thought. A possible potential if he wanted to go through with this wild scheme of Mark’s.

The rest of the day was pretty much the same. Two more colds, one sprained ankle, and a broken front tooth from a dorm fight that had ended badly for this one guy. No more virgins, just the one. Jason walked back to the frat house to try to grab dinner and finish his talk with Mark. He was still torn over the morality of what they were doing but the thought of breaking the string for his big brother was something he couldn’t bring himself to do.

He found Mark and over a spaghetti dinner they continued the discussion.

“How was your first day?” Mark asked.

“Good actually. Thanks. I think I’m going to enjoy this job. Dr. Jenny is definitely a sweet lady and it’s an interesting way to meet people. I met this girl Amanda today. She was pretty cool. She’s a junior though, I think,” Jason said.

“Is she a virgin?” Mark queried with a big smile.

“No, or at least I don’t know. It was her roommate that was sick. Her name was Molly and she’s not a virgin, I can tell you that.”

“Molly Weeks?”

“Yes, how did you know…”

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My life wasn’t much of a fun. I was short as a kid, which always kept me under-confidence, even when I got tall. It was my unsocial behavior which aroused my interest with books and I emerged to become what is called a nerd.

So getting back to story, I had passed my 12 standard and was trying to enjoy the time after school and before college which meant a lot of time. My former English teacher, Mary Edward Parikh lived in our society and had good relation with our family. Being a nerd, most of teachers liked me and so did she. So, she was the person I was most likely to get along with besides my family.

Her family included almost no one. No one because her husband was mostly out of the town because of business trips, which only three of us knew that was a mere excuse of handling affairs. The three means me, Mary and her husband.

As i had no friends, I was mostly getting bored sitting at home. I was the lone child of my parents. So, one day I decided to was a new Hollywood movie recently appeared in the Indian cinemas. I didn’t have much company so I decided to use Mary as the vacant position.

And there I was ringing her doorbell. She jumped with delight as she saw me.

“Thank God you’re here, I was nothing but getting bored in these summer vacations. Even my husband is out for his Dubai trip.”

“I just thought if we could just share a movie, you know! You got anything to eat?”

“Of course, what would you have, some popcorn would do?”

“That’ll be awesome ma’am, will definitely do”

“Please Ash, don’t call me ma’am, at least not now when you’re going to college, I’m hardly 6 years elder than you”

“I hope its a nice movie you got this time, cause the one you got last time sucked. It felt as if I was a 5-year old kid.”-said Mary while plugging in the CD.

The sofa in her room was slightly tilted from parallels to the TV screen, as she insisted it to be, with one end closer to the TV screen and one end farther. And as usual, I chose to be at the farther end so I can absorb her enormous beauty she held while she absorbed the movie, whatever it held in it. She had, can’t be said enormous, but perfectly size breasts. Not dreadful but not so small to fit in your hands. And they didn’t hang uniformly like usually with girls. They were more big and round at the bottom than at the base. Yes, i could tell that just by looking at them. Bonus points of being a nerd.

Her whole body, was a desire of the biggest pervert in the world, which was me. Sorry for not mentioning that in the beginning. Her lips, were blood rep-purple without any lipstick. They looked like a orange slice, filled with juice, just waiting to be crushed in my mouth. Her body color was brown, which made her sexy in all kinds of ways.

And ass, how can i forget that ass. That ass, which made me use all the control i had just not to grasp them in my firm and strong beşiktaş escort hands. So tight, doesn’t matter what she wore, her dress fabric was always tight if it could tear apart any second.

I can hardly calculate how much protein I have sacrificed for her. Spoiled it in the bathroom, on the floor, on the walls and even on the TV screen when my parents were not home.

After filling my brain with her beauty and still remain unsatisfied, I glanced at the TV screen. And it didn’t took me much time to notice that the only part that differed in this movie than a porn film was that it wasn’t a porn film. And Mary, was looking at it intently. She stood up and switched the TV off. Her expressions were beyond my reach. Her face was as red as hot iron. Lips dried as the stones on the bank of river. Even after these anger signatures, she looked perfectly calm.

I couldn’t dare to say a word. Then she finally broke the silence. I thought she’ll kick me out just by her words. She was a literature teacher after all. But she said something very different.

“What is that in me you keep observing all the time, and yet your observation doesn’t reach an end?”

What?? She’d been seeing me seeing her. That’s too much of seeing(s). I don’t know where from girls can see in all direction at once better than a chameleon. I was trying to see in her eyes with all my might to predict what was going to happen next.

“Do you like me?”

“I think you’re getting me wrong, its not that I like you, its just that I like seeing you. I’m naturally which means physically and mentally attracted to you by all means available to me. Which probably means that yes, i like you.”

“I have seen many men in my life, the handsome ones filled with over-confidence trying to take me to their bed, impressing me by their beauty. The not ugly ones not even confident enough to talk to me. But you were different from the first meet. You were the most handsome in whole class..” Wait for a moment, did she just call me handsome? That would be a breaking news for me. resume “… but never having over-confidence. Always modest with everyone. I started to like you on the first sight.”

I just hope she doesn’t see my cheeks turning red. She, my biggest fantasy, is telling me that she liked me. Oh god, why don’t you kill me. Wait, not now, there’s still a chance.

“When I first noticed you looking at me, I thought you would make the first move but now you’re moving to college, I don’t know if we’ll meet again or not. So I want you to make love to me, give me a memory that i shall never forget.”

“But you’re married, how can I..”

“If you really think I’m married, then hear this, my husband is having an affair. He has told me on the face now and he’ll be moving to Dubai with his cunt-fuckin girlfriend. So now, will you fuck me ruthlessly? etiler escort Pound my very cunt you’ve wanted so long? I beg you Ash, I want you so bad. That bitch hasn’t fucked me for 2 years. Please..”

“Okayy, if you say so. But I haven’t done it yet. I’m still a virgin.”

“What?” Her face like she would die laughing any moment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you. This will be your lesson you’ll never forget.”

She took my her in her hand, like to kiss it, but that didn’t happen. Instead it landed on her boobs which seemed to be rock hard that moment and nipples made a visible curve over the dress. Have you ever felt something rock hard and cream smooth. Well, put those feelings in a mixture and switch it on. What you’ll get was what i felt at that moment. It was the most amazing and most confusing feeling I’ve ever felt. It triggered my inner animal, if i had any. And i threw her on the mat, trying to get more and more of her breasts in my mouth, including her top in between. And she was just closing her eyes, absorbing all the pleasure she could, like a black hole absorbs matter. I figured that I could suck at her boobs till another big bang and still couldn’t fill my pleasure storage tank with it so i decided to move on. I unwore her top and my eyes got glued at her breasts beneath her black bra. She didn’t bother me for the pajamas, she undid it herself. She, standing there in front of me, in black bra and panties, was the most beautiful might not be complete word, most astounding creature in my entire life, which i have lived and which i was about to live. I wondered if she could get any more beautiful.

“Now comes the first lesson!” And she got laid on her bed, without her panties. I had never seen what a pussy is like so it was like a monument for me, like 7 wonders. And she buried my head in her cunt, yelling suck me.

I did as I was told, and my five senses started getting overloaded. My nose started processing that strong, sea-like smell which might have made my cock burst just to release the blood pressure it sustained. My eyes, trying to figure out if it was real that their dream has come true. Being of what affected them that hard beneath three layers of textile, naked in front of them was too much at once. My skin trying to remember the soft feeling it had rubbing against her skin. Too bad they don’t have memory cells. My ears just went drunk hearing those soft moans she made as my tongue, which had just discovered an all new sweet salty juice, caressed her insides. I was really starting to get worried if I’m going to die of heart failure any moment. And my right leg, was just shaking rapidly, possibly to relieve the tension.

She, in between of her moans, kept telling me where to lick and how to, and it seemed from her reactions that I was pretty good at it. And then her amplitude started increasing, beyoğlu escort and then it stopped. No, not stopped as i could still see her opening her mouth wide like a shark. Had I possibly gone deaf? Oh now i get it, she came and was just enjoying the pleasure. Then she stood up ” You did well student, and now its time for your reward.”

And the moment when nib of my cock touched the tip of her tongue, it was the sharpest thrill i’ve ever felt. If I say that I fucked her mouth, then it would be wrong, because it was her mouth which was fucking my cock. And I was enjoying that feeling and feeding them to my brain because I had memory cells. Her mouth, wet, slippery, tight all at the same time was better than most of the pussies i have fucked, and believe me, i have fucked a lot of them. Up down, Up down, she did that with so much skills, it made me think if there was a degree for that too. And then I started feel a familiar tingling not so familiar. And then I shot loads of cum even after i masturbated in morning.

I’ll not say that i remained erect after cumming cause that would be a lie but i got my pillar straight in a couple of seconds seeing that lady.

We did not perform much positions but that one missionary position was one of the best i had in my life. Her cunt was all wet with juices but still was so tight that even quarter of my cock won’t go in. When I tried to force it, she started crying. Why the heck she started crying, after all she was the one who got me into all this, i didn’t say ‘please fuck me’ and all.

“What are you doing, first i haven’t fucked in 2 years and second you’re big. Go slow. Wait for it to make room” Did she just call me big? Now I’m starting to feel more confident now.

So I just pushed, not hard but constantly, and slowly, as she had said, it started to go in. And I started to feel which might have been better than heaven. If you think that only tip of the cock is sensitive, then you’re wrong, because my whole cock was burning as it was entering her vagina. It went slowly, first time slow , second time slow, third time slow but at her command, I got speed. If you’ve ever seen model of working engine, then my cock was its crankshaft. It pounded and pounded, she shouted and shouted. Pounding and shouting. Pounding shouting.

“Ahh, Keep doing like that, Fuck it for the next 2 years too. Keep doing that. Oh my god” and all that they say in the moment. I don’t remember much as i was busy in my work, see how honest i am to my work. You should definitely learn something from me.

And finally i came inside her, exhausted till eternity. We slept on that couch till the evening. When I got up, she was already awake, fixing the mess of her room what i had made. And what i felt that i might be in love with this woman.

“So you’re finally up, come here help me with this.” And she kissed me, it wasn’t very passionate, not hot, but still i melted in her mouth. I decided that I’m going to remember this girl till death. I’ll find her as soon as I’m finished with college, no matter where she is.

*****

So, it was my first story so please do not ignore any mistakes and help me make it better by telling me what were they.

Farewell till my next story.

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This is a fictional account.

Suzie woke Monday morning, got ready, ate a light breakfast to watch her diet, and walked to the bus stop to meet Janie. It was a great spring day and April had arrived. She was also happy because the bathroom scale showed her down three pounds already in one weekend. She had selected one of her short skirts and low cut blouses to wear for the day. With her low boots she looked great. At least Janie thought so when they met at the bus stop. Suzie had opened her coat to discreetly show Janie her outfit.

“Maybe clothes are my problem too,” Janie figured.

“Ya know, you’re probably right and I think we should do something about it,” Suzie added.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a rich boyfriend to buy me all my clothes,” Janie lamented.

“No, but there are many things we could get ya that won’t run that much,” Suzie said.

“Like what,” asked Janie?

“I could borrow my Mom’s car and we could go to the mall and shop for thongs, bras, and a few nice but inexpensive outfits. You do have some money don’t ya? And to help my best friend out I might just buy ya something myself,” Suzie stated.

“Cool Suzie, that would be great,” said Janie.

“How about this afternoon after soccer and drama class, we could meet at my house? I’ll call my Mom now to ask if it’s okay to borrow the car,” Suzie said.

Janie nodded agreement as they got on the bus and took their seats in the back. With the warm spring day, Suzie had left her coat unbuttoned as she made her way down the aisle. The young kid Todd from down the street ogled her as she past. It gave Suzie a sense of the impact she could have on boys as she reached for her cell and placed the call. Her Mom answered. She’d be home at 4:00, so yes they could borrow the car as long as it was straight to the mall and home. Also, it needed to be alright with Janie’s parents too. They also needed to be home for dinner at 6:30 her mom had said. Janie called home and it was fine with her mother too, so the plan was set.

The girls talked in whispers about the types of clothes to get Janie. Suzie looked forward once and noticed Todd staring back at her. He quickly turned and looked ahead. She smiled to herself but looked down to make sure she wasn’t exposed anywhere more than she wanted. She was not use to wearing these short skirts and blouses and had to remember to move more purposely than in the past. Suzie told Janie how Todd was checking her out and they both chuckled over the power she now had to attract attention. Sure, Todd had looked before but this time his eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head. Other boys too, that had never seemed to notice before, all seemed to be casting glances at her.

They got to school and agreed to talk more at lunch. They parted for lockers and then first classes. Suzie had once again noticed Todd staring at her the whole walk inside. Actually, she could feel a lot of eyes on her and it made her feel important and attractive for a change.

Suzie finished at her locker, leaving her coat there, and proceeded to her first class but swung the long way to go past Curt’s locker on the off chance of seeing him. She spotted him just as he closed his locker and hurried to catch him before he headed down the busy hall. Suzie could feel her boobs bouncing considerable as she covered the short distance. All of the guys and even some of the girls noticed the movement of her breasts. With the low cut neckline her exposed cleavage jiggled noticeably and her tits in general bounced considerably more with the lighter weight bra. The bras Curt had bought her with the matching thongs were thin. Her thicker older bras were more restrictive and more concealing. Curt saw her coming as she neared and smiled as she pulled to a stop by him.

“Suzie, you better be careful there girl, you’re going to knock yourself out with those incredible boobs if you’re not careful,” he chuckled. “What’s the big hurry,” he asked?

“I wanted to talk with you about Janie,” she said. “She was bored to death with you and me hanging out all weekend. She would like to meet someone too. Can you think of someone,” she asked?

“What’re you hoping we can double date or something,” he asked?

“Well, maybe,” she answered. “Would that be so terrible?”

“No, but what exactly have you been telling her,” he asked?

The stunned look on Suzie’s face told him all he needed to know. “You two have talked about everything haven’t you?” He let that hang for a few seconds then added, “That’s alright, and I expected you two would since you are best friends. Unlike guys, girls tell their best friends everything,” he said. “I understand.”

“You do,” she asked? “You’re not mad because I know we were supposed to keep everything secret.”

“Well can Janie be trusted to keep silent,” he asked? “That is where the secret will get out in most cases I would think.”

“Oh she can,” Suzie stated. “I told her this was a life or death secret.”

“I guess maybe she will,” kurtköy escort Curt responded. “You know it’ll hurt you more than me anyway if it gets out.”

“I know,” said Suzie. “I’ll reminder her.” “What do ya think though? Is there someone you might recommend for her?”

“Let me think about it,” he said. “Ya know I like Janie and would not want to hook her up with any old jerk. If its training she wants like you, maybe I could take on two students at once,” he joked. “I’m sure Cyclops would like that,” he whispered to her.

“No way,” she smiled back. “Cyclops and I have a thing going. Besides Master, I need your undivided attention if I’m going to reach my full potential,” she whispered too.

“Speaking of which,” Curt said, “How’re we going forward with your training beyond just the weekends? We need to have at least two mid-week work outs as well for maximum affect. Do ya have Drama Club everyday after school,” he asked?

“I do,” she answered. “It runs until close to 4:00 each day. I cannot miss any either or I will definitely not get the lead in Romeo and Juliet,” she responded.

“Well, how about this,” Curt asked? “What if I pick you up every morning for school so you don’t have to take the bus and I wait for you till you are done at 4:00?” “We could change and work out before dinner.”

“Curt that is a great idea. I would love to get off that stinking bus with all the underclassmen but won’t you be bored waiting for me till 4:00,” she asked?

“Not at all,” he said. “I normally do my heavy weights then and it takes till around 4:00 usually anyway. I normally run afterwards and then shower but I can wait to run with you if you don’t mind me being sweaty,” he asked?

“Wow, that sounds like it’ll work perfect,” she said. But then she showed a sad face.

“Why the sad face then,” he asked?

“I was just thinking about Janie being alone on the bus,” she said.

“Oh, that is no problem,” he said. “Both of you be ready in front of your house instead of the bus stop,” he said. “Actually, I’ve wanted to give both of ya a ride for a long time but between my football schedule and Becca, it never worked out till now.”

“Curt that is wonderful,” she said and moved to kiss him on the lips but caught herself at the last minute afraid to give too much of their deal away.

The bell sounded for class and they both needed to hurry. “Why did you hold up,” he asked?

“I was afraid you would not want me kissing you in front of everyone,” she said.

“Why would I be afraid of that,” he asked? “It’s not like I have a girlfriend anymore and a kiss alone is not going to disclose our deal,” he added.

Suzie held back a brief second then kissed him.

They hurriedly parted but not before Suzie asked him if it was okay to start work outs tomorrow as her and Janie had talked of going to the mall together today. He agreed to that and they said goodbyes.

The rest of the day went fairly normal. However, she was really getting noticed by the boys in the halls and even heard a few girls whisper as she walked by. She did not care if they were making comments. She was proud of the way she looked and would not let her misgivings get in her way anymore like they had almost done with Curt. She was excited for Janie and her to be off the bus finally and in Curt’s car for school. She told Janie at lunch about the discussion with Curt. Suzie told her about his agreeing to help find her an appropriate guy and about the rides to school in the Torino. Janie was elated. She too was happy to be off the bus and for Curt’s help. Janie kidded with Suzie that Suzie would always have shotgun. But even as she did, they both knew that is how it should be. After all, Curt was her guy and Janie was just a friend needing a ride.

As they joyously parted from lunch, those thoughts darkened Suzie’s otherwise great mood the rest of the day. The big question still seemed to remain, was she Curt’s girl or just a friend he was helping with a problem? Had he not said he did not have a girlfriend now? Was she still just a project to him and someone to suck his dick in between girlfriends? Or was it becoming something more? To her it feel like something more. She wanted it to be. Curt was a great guy, an old friend, someone she had always been able to share things with, and now much more. Did he only think of her as a friend? Was there nothing more? Once her training was over, would this end suddenly? What about the prom and then later college? Did he care enough to hold them together through all the things that lie ahead? She was sure she felt more than friendship. Or did she? Was it just temporary infatuation with the guy who had taught her so much? Did she just like him but not love him? How could she know for sure with her limited experience?

Maybe she was the one jumping to conclusions as he was her only reference point. Maybe she would meet someone even better at college? She could not bring herself to believe beykoz escort that though. Curt was a great guy and seemed to be all she had hoped for in a man. Did she really need to look further? Let’s face it, when it came to sex anyway, Curt was a master. She loved Cyclops, of that she was sure. These thoughts troubled her the rest of the day, off and on throughout Drama Club, and until she met Janie at her house at 4:15 for the mall. Janie noticed her off mood right away as they got in the car and departed for the mall.

“What’s bothering you,” she asked? “I’d think you’d be on cloud nine like I am,” she added.

“I should be,” Suzie responded. “But I can’t stop thinking about Curt and me and where this is headed. Janie, I’m not sure if I love him. I’m even less sure if he even thinks of me as anything more than a friend. He said today, he doesn’t have a new girlfriend. What am I then, just a friend with a problem? Is he trying to help his friend while the friend sucks his dick as payment for his help? I’m just so confused right now,” she said.

“Wow,” Janie gasped. “You really do have a brain on overload. How can I help? You want me to ask him if you two are going steady or to the prom or something,” she said.

“No, please don’t do that. I need to work this thing out myself with Curt,” Suzie stated.

“Okay, but you sound really confused. How do ya plan on finding out if he really cares,” she asked?

“I don’t know but I need to get a hold of my true feelings before I can expect to understand Curt’s,” she said.

“Wow, that sounds very wise of you Suzie,” Janie commented. “I’d probably be more inclined to hint at things with Curt until he caught on and gave me an answer.”

“Well, that is about the only thing I’m sure of,” commented Suzie. “If I understand what I want, then I can go for it. Until I get there whatever Curt says will only be part of the equation, so I might as well understand my feelings first,” she said.

“Good idea,” Janie added. “Now what about my clothes I need. You’re sure looking hot today and I want a little of that action too,” she laughed.

“Yeah, I was sure getting looks today,” Suzie laughed back. “You should have seen me run down the hall to catch Curt. I thought I might pop a tit out in the hall in front of half the school. Wouldn’t that have been embarrassing,” she added?

“Oh, I wished I’d seen that,” Janie joked.

“Well, most of the boys in the hall at the time noticed and some girls too,” she laughed.

They entered the mall around 4:30 and shopped till 6:00. They had done well getting Janie two new bra and thong sets first. Suzie even bought herself one she liked a lot that Janie said she looked devastatingly beautiful in. Janie, with her 32B cup size was jealous of Suzie’s 36C/D and lamented her small boobs.

“How’re guys ever going to love these tits when they can’t even find them,” she joked?

Janie was a cut up and had them laughing the whole time. They bought Janie two short skirts and three low cut blouses even though Janie joked what for. She said her cleavage was so far apart that they wanted to pave the middle into a road. They’d ogled some great heels and boots in the mall but they were just too much money. They finished shopping at the discount shoe store outside the mall. There they bought two nice pairs of supposedly designer heels and a very nice pair of low cut boots. With Janie’s athletic build, the shoes highlighted her fantastic legs. Suzie told her how great she looked in the shoes and boots. Sure as long as you aren’t around Janie said, I might get a leer or two from dirty old men she joked.

Suzie bought her a few nice pairs of socks to go with her boots. They exited the store, loaded packages in the car, and proceeded home. They arrived right at 6:25 for dinner. Suzie dropped Janie first at her house and helped her with her packages. Janie’s Mom wanted to know why it looked like Christmas. She thought they were only going for a couple things. They assured her they had spread the money wisely.

Janie would have to be careful exiting the house for school like Suzie was being. Janie’s Dad was like hers and wouldn’t understand. They discussed outfits to wear the next day to school as they dumped the packages in Janie’s room. Janie walked Suzie back down and thanked her for the socks and the help with her choices. They hugged and told each other how much fun they had. Suzie told Janie about the small breast jokes, look on the bright side; at least you can see your feet in the shower. They both cracked up as Suzie left and went home for dinner and studying.

Suzie entered her house with her few packages and in her happy mood had carelessly left her coat open. Her Dad noticed the length of her skirt and the low cut blouse as soon as she entered the hall. He immediately became enraged and an argument ensued. It engulfed her mother and sister Beth as it feed over into the dinner hour and after. Her father was, of course, mad about her üsküdar escort risky dress and also wouldn’t listen to her reasons of being older and needing to dress more current. Her mother, though clearly on her father side, tried to bring reason and compromise to the situation. Beth supported her sister but her vote seemed to be completely discounted by her father, which she resented.

When all the various points had been made, the standing argument was still her Dad’s that she would be forbidden from wearing these clothes to school again. Suzie had fled to her room in tears screaming he was ruining her life and she would never forgive him. Beth, still mad at being discounted, got her two cents in and left for her room too. Their mom endured all and still fought uselessly for calm and rational behavior. Suzie through tears could still hear her dad even with the closed door arguing with their mother as he held steadfast to his position.

In the morning, Suzie got ready for school keeping in mind her father’s direction. She would not wear the short skirts, short dresses or low cut blouses. That she knew he would never allow but she could be defiant in other ways. She wore a tight t-shirt with one of the new thinner bras and her new tight jeans with the new long boots. She did still look very hot she thought despite the restrictions. As she descended for breakfast, her mother was there as usual but so was her dad as if to check on her.

“What’s this,” he scolded.

“What,” Suzie shot back? “I’m not wearing anything you objected to yesterday. Do you want me to go without any clothes to school?”

“Don’t talk back to me young lady,” he said. “That shirt is still too tight and so are the jeans. Where did you get those boots?”

“Curt bought them for me,” she said. “Kids wear jeans and t-shirts like this to school everyday,” Suzie added.

“Not my daughter,” her father returned.

“Well you don’t want me wearing the other skirts and blouses so this is all I have left,” Suzie said.

“Don’t tell me that young lady, you have plenty of good clothes to wear that are proper clothes for a girl your age,” her father countered.

“I do not,” Suzie screamed back! I’ll never be caught dead in the garbage you want me to wear. I’d sooner not go to school than look like a complete nerd,” she added.

“You’ll do as I…,” her father was cut short by her mother’s arm on his.

“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Suzie’s mother said. “Suzie is going to be late for school if you both keep this up. Let her go as she is today and we can talk about it more tonight,” she added.

“No way is she…,” her mom cut him off again.

“Honey, she has no time to change now anyway. Let her go to school in the jeans, t-shirt, and boots for now and we can straighten this out tonight,” she commanded.

“But…,” he started to say but again she cut him off.

“After all she did listen to your instructions initially on the other clothes. You’re the one changing things now,” her mom added.

“But…,”

Her mom interrupted again and said, “Suzie, you can go but we aren’t finished with this young lady. Is that understood,” she stated.

“Yes, this is not over by a long shot,” her father had to get in for good measure.

Suzie just grabbed her book bag and stormed out. She forgot all about breakfast and even forgot to grab a coat. Fortunately, it was another mild early April day and she was not to cold as she walked to the front of the house. As the storm door closed behind her, she could still hear her parents going at it in the kitchen. As she rounded the front of the house, Suzie spotted Janie already seated in the backseat of the Torino and she and Curt were talking while patiently waiting on her.

“Someone over sleep,” Curt joked as she got in the car. However, the look on her face said something was worse than that. He pulled away from the curb.

“What is the matter,” Janie asked?

“My parents are such old fashioned nerds,” Suzie burst out. “I can’t stand their puritain ways and more. They’re driving me crazy,” she added.

“Oh, let me guess,” Janie said. “They’re not happy with your choice of clothes.”

“Oh, this is my fault,” Curt added.

“No it isn’t,” answered Suzie. “This is how I want to dress and they won’t let me.”

“I’m afraid I’m in for the same argument when my parents find out,” Janie said.

“My, what have I started,” Curt said.

“It’s not you Curt! You were right, we both needed to get with it and start dressing like seniors not freshmen anymore. This is so unfair to treat us like little kids. We’re old enough to vote and drive and even go into military service if we wanted to,” she stated.

“How’d you manage to get out of the house if they didn’t want ya dressed like that,” Curt asked?

“My dad caught me last night coming in from Janie’s with my short skirt and low blouse. He forbade me to wear those again to school. So this morning, I put these on instead. When I went down to breakfast, he threw a fit again. Luckily my mom realized I would be late for school if we kept arguing and let me go but with the understanding we would talk more after school,” she said.

“I’m afraid they aren’t going to left you dress like that anymore,” Curt said.

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“Are you wearing the nice lingerie I got for you?” I was hoping she would reply in the affirmative.

“Would you want me to?” was the almost expected reply.

“Isn’t that why I brought it all the way for you?”

“I could not resist putting it on,” she confessed, “it is so sexy and something I would never get in this place.”

“Can I see you in it?” I questioned her, hoping of course to then see her out of it.

“Only if you can somehow show up at my door in the next few moments,” she gave a nice laugh as she reminded me of the obvious insurmountable fact over the phone.

II

It had been years since I had been in Egypt, the land of the Sun, the country with a 7,000 year history and the cradle of the Nile. Flying from the Arabian Gulf to Cairo had always seemed to be more trouble, and this had truly been the case as Egyptians galore were headed back to their country after earning their periodic moneys in the oil rich states. The plane was full to capacity and the type of uneducated and relative boorish folks on board did nothing to help. Mercifully it was just a short three hour hop, which for a world traveler like me would not even register as a trip. Still being in a middle seat, having been bumped down to coach due to a change in flight seating and stuck between a smelly labourer on one side and a fat matron on the other, it was proving tough even for me to pass time. I did know that at the other end was the city with probably the best hotels in the Middle East, bar Dubai.

“Can I help you sir?”

Having finally exited the restrictive confines of the aircraft, I now was lost in the bustle of Cairo’s Egypt Air terminal, a mass of humanity around me and no signage to indicate where to head to. The immigration officer had directed me to get a visit visa from one of the windows, but the crowd was in no mood to let me through. I realized at that moment why the travel company had suggested a meet and greet, for which they appeared to be charging inordinately. At the moment, I would have paid dearly to be out of the mess.

The 40-something gentleman in a dark suit and with an airport access card was addressing me, having seen that I was getting nowhere.

“Yes, I do not know where to go for the visa.”

“If you let this gentleman have your passport and $15, he will get it done for you; meanwhile you can follow me to baggage claim.”

Abdel Rahman turned out to be a senior immigration officer and unusually for an Egyptian, seemed to care about helping visitors to his country. His eyes lit up when I advised I was in Cairo to recruit sales persons for my employer in the Gulf. Not so surprisingly he knew the recruitment consultancy well and promised to follow up on my trip. Very surprisingly he looked hurt when I tried to offer some cash for his trouble.

“It is okay, Mr. Naeem, I might send a nephew or niece your way; maybe you will be able to interview them for any available positions.”

III

Quick Work Enterprises had sent a nice Mercedes, with a driver who spoke some English and French to fetch me. I figured we were headed to a nice district like Maadi. Instead I was real surprised when let off in front of a rather old building on a crowded, souk-type street. A team of three persons was there to greet and head me upstairs via an extraordinarily creaky elevator to the fifth floor.

My impression of the place did not improve as I entered the reception area and was introduced to the secretary, Amal, who was a well-proportioned and highly made-up pseudo blonde with large boobs. The big boss, Mr. Afif came hurtling out of his side office and gave me a bear hug.

“Mr. Naeem, welcome al-Qahira,” he managed in pidgin English, adding, “al-youm Miss Wafa give help to interview, wa baad maghrib you come ghida al-baab.” I knew enough Arabic to understand that a Miss Wafa was to assist during the process and that he was inviting me to his home for dinner that evening.

I was led into the interview room, which had an adequately large table with plush chairs on one side and wooden ones on the other. I was directed to the best chair at the centre. The expected, unending rounds of tea and small sweets began almost immediately. A couple of minutes later I heard a sing song voice asking people to get organized and begin sending the applicants in as soon as I had indicated I was ready.

I was soon introduced to the owner of the voice, the Miss Wafa, who had been mentioned earlier. Expecting a matron in fully covering Egyptian garb, I was pleasantly surprised by a mid-twenties young lady, a bit over 5 feet tall and dressed in a fashionable brown skirt and jacket, who walked in and offered her hand. Wafa would have looked good in a jute bag, but dressed to work, she was stunning with dark brown hair, a very pretty face and eyes that just held my gaze for much longer than proper. Unlike the secretary, she was wearing light make-up and had just a hint of perfume.

“Welcome Mr. Naeem, I hope you have not had any troubles so far in Cairo?” mut escort

“Oh no, not at all, in fact, I am sure that there are not going to be any,” I professed, unashamedly staring at the beauty in front of me.

“In that case, our first applicant is …….”

IV

I knew that there was no way she was going to come over to my hotel and let me see her in the beautiful white chemise and trimmings that I had presented her with at dinner. I had chanced that she would have opened the package the minute she got home and resisting the urge to try the lingerie on would be tough.

I had opted to let our taxi go a few hundred yards from her home and had walked back to wait. Rather than using my hotel phone, I was making an expensive roaming call on my mobile. Should she not be receptive, I would have a real hard time finding a cab in her neighbourhood at night.

Taking up on her dare, I was at the door within a moment or two, ringing the bell.

Not figuring that I would be there, she had thrown a coverlet over the lingerie and opened the door.

V

The morning session went off without a hitch. Wafa kept things moving professionally and the poorer candidates were weeded out instantaneously. My list of possible selectees, soon hit a respectable total.

We ran out to a nearby fast food place for a quick bite. I could note that most of the guys in the place were checking out Wafa and feeling a bit jealous of my proximity to her. I decided to take a chance at being even friendlier. Noting that she had not taken any dessert, I took my spoon and offered her some of the cake I was eating. Not giving it much thought she took the bite and then realized I was feeding her. To put emphasis what I had done, I took my napkin and softly wiped around her lips. She went beet red and conversation in the eatery stopped as all looked for what would next transpire.

But work was work, and a few minutes later, she reminded me we were now twenty minutes behind schedule!

We interviewed over 100 persons in the three days and selected around 20 to be working with my company in the UAE. Lunches remained nice, but since Mr. Afif had dinners planned in advance, I was unable to take things further for then.

VI

Wafa stood frozen with shock, her eyes wide open, failing to comprehend how I could take her up on her challenge so soon.

Entering the house swiftly, I lifted her off the floor and carried her towards the only lighted room, correctly guessing it was her bedroom.

“You should not be here, my mother will wake up.”

“Oh that is quite okay, you told me earlier that your mom is away to visit your brother in Port Suez!”

My hands worked their way under the coverlet and soon it was off, leaving her standing in the white lingerie and matching heels. The chemise was somewhat demure, and may not have set off alarms in more liberal environs, but the state of undress for Wafa was still significant. I noted that she had reasonably shaped legs and petite feet. Her breasts were puffing up and down as more and more of her body was revealed to my sight.

Her complexion reddened and this added to her considerable beauty. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and her golden-brown skin was set off marvellously by the white coloured garments.

She was at a loss for words and I used the opportunity to put my arms around her waist and back her against the wall. She was unable to pull back as my lips came down on hers. She tried to push me away, but was not in position to stop my access to her lips, face, cheeks, neck or other parts.

“Please don’t,” she whimpered, knowing well that I had no intention of stopping.

After trying for a while, she appeared to give up the fight. I was able to pry her lips open and put my tongue into her mouth as my pelvic region came up against her privates. Soon she got the hang of things and we were able to deep kiss.

I was so glad that I had picked the right present and made the correct call regarding the taxi.

VII

The people I had hired in Egypt had made an almost immediate impact on our business. Whereas prior hires had not been high quality, the bosses were delighted that I had got this bunch. It was not too long before a second trip to Cairo occurred, then a third, and now a fourth.

Wafa had been polite and proper throughout, but had taken me to shop in the city a couple of times. During the last trip, she had accepted my invitation to accompany me on a Nile Cruise, with the promise that I would ensure she was back well in time. Her guard down a bit during the event and she was even sport enough to join me for a bit of dancing on the boat’s disco floor.

I felt that things were going to work better this time around. Cheekily I bought her a nice set of white lingerie and some expensive perfume. Whereas I had simply presented all at the agency with T-shirts the last time around, Wafa was getting something of real value, not to mention symbolism.

I nazilli escort had packaged the items well and told her to open them at home. In any case it would not have been nice to open a present at the restaurant where we were enjoying dinner. I had offered to escort her back home in the taxi prior to returning to my hotel.

After going a bit up the road, I had paid the taxi off and waited for a half hour in a roadside cafe.

VIII

My hands had by now wandered under the chemise and panties and I figured she was primed to go. The lingerie vanished in no time and I put her on the bed, sans all clothes and only in heels. Ensuring that she would not try to slip away, I maintained a steady downward pressure on her as I clumsily dropped my garments.

Wafa realized that I was about to enter her vaginally and pleaded that she was a virgin. “Please I will not be able to find a husband in Egypt if you do this,” she implored.

For whatever reason, I understood her predicament and stopped trying to pry her legs apart. “I’m sorry I thought you were ready to make love.”

Though I could easily do so, my brains told me that rape would not be a good idea, even if everything so far had happened with her consent. For the strangest reason I blurted out, “oh well I guess I will have to jack off at the hotel.”

“What do you mean?” she asked very innocently.

“Wafa, I feel close to you and would love to get intimate, but do not want to force myself. At the same time, I am now very aroused and it is not easy to come back down.”

“Is there something we could do that would not involve losing my virginity?” was her most surprising reply.

The lamb was led straight to water!

I had her sit down on the ground and slowly pushed her mouth down over my throbbing prick. She gagged as it went in all the way and pulled up. I delicately led her to my penis again and this time she moved down slowly and then back up. It did not take long for her to get the hang of things and, while the blow job was not worthy of writing to mom about, it was nevertheless immensely enjoyable at the time.

Figuring that she could be surprised into biting down as I climaxed, I whispered, “be ready to take some cream into your mouth, if you don’t like it you can spit it out.”

She just mumbled and kept going. Sure enough my explosion was considerable and her mouth was flooded with cum. Wafa both swallowed and spat, jerking her head back and away from my still spurting member. Thankfully she did not bite down!

Ever the gentleman, I had a tissue out in a moment and was cleaning around her lips as she took whatever was in her mouth down.

“That was awesome darling,” I let her know.

IX

I was not quite done, but was not quite ready to have an immediate second go.

“Wafa, would it be okay to stay with you tonight?” I was hoping for an affirmative answer.

“Why, are you not done?” she queried back.

“Oh, I’d like to show you something else without doing anything you do not want me to.”

Semi-reluctantly she agreed and went to clean her mouth as I stretched out on her bed.

By the time she returned I had another hard on and had located her vanity items on the nearby dresser.

Although she had thrown on the chemise, I laid her down and began to kiss her again. She had certainly warmed up and returned my kisses with passion. I figured many years of restrictive Egyptian environs had primed her nicely and I was lucky to be with her at the time.

Very deliberately I turned her on to her stomach, placing myself behind her and between her legs. She tensed as I took a generous dollop of cold cream and greased her anus. “What are you doing?” she sounded worried.

“It’s okay, I am making sure I am not taking your virginity,” I retorted telling a half-truth of sorts. Her virginal ass was soon to be violated.

I placed the tip of my cock at her anal opening and slowly pushed forward. Wafa screamed like a banshee and bucked. However, I was ready for her reaction and held her down as my tool worked its way inside her. She started sobbing as I forced myself totally into her rectum. We stayed joined for a while as I tried to make her calm down while she cursed me in some pretty tartly Arabic. After she had settled down a bit and relaxed her muscles, I began to pull out and push in. Being a first fuck, her ass was exceedingly tight and her tears kept flowing due to the pain. It took me a fair bit of time to reach orgasm and send my juices into her a second time. As her insides moistened she finally eased and I was able to slide up and in a few more times with ease, letting the last few drops go into her. Finally I pulled out and lay down spent next to her.

Pulling her mouth to me, I kissed her deeply and brushed the tears still coming with my hand. “I’m sorry dear,” I told her, “it will not be so painful the next time.” She gave me a look like I was from Mars as soon as I had uttered the words. But she nilüfer escort did cuddle up to me and kiss with gusto.

X

“I have a Miss Randa up here,” Wafa advised when I arrived at the office for my usual hiring interviews which now came up real soon, “she says a Mr. Abdel Rahman has suggested you meet with her.”

I tossed the name about and recalled the fellow that had provided assistance at the Immigration Area. This was my third trip since meeting him and so far he had not sent the expected relative to seek a favour. I figured that he considered it appropriate for a man of his rank to not hurry things; I did expect that he would be looking for my cooperation in the lady’s matter.

“Do you need me to join you?” Wafa had an unusual tone in her speech, “it seems the girl speaks good English.” I wondered what had gotten into her. Just a few hours earlier we had disengaged from our tryst and I had returned to my hotel in the wee hours of the morning. Rather than cuddling up to me like a recent lover, she was almost accusing me of something.

The answer became clear the moment I stepped into the interview room to meet my visitor. Unlike many of the girls who had showed up to for the interviews fully clad, this one had no issue with revealing her relatively shaped long legs with killer heels on her feet, wearing a chic skirt and blouse, showing a well organized hairdo, and, most of all, a face that could stop traffic. Randa was beautiful and she knew it. The trouble was that Wafa knew it too by now, not that she was any less the babe.

“Hello Mr. Naeem,” she presented me her hand. I was unsure whether to shake or kiss it, but took the safer approach. She did have a fairly strong grip and the smile on her face indicated that she understood I was in uncertain territory.

“Thank you for seeing me today,” she let me know, “I am sorry I did not call ahead and make the appointment.”

“It’s okay,” I responded, “and how is Mr. Abdel Rahman?”

XI

“You are going to take that whore to dinner tonight and not care one bit about me,” Wafa was in tears now, having just given me an earful of what she thought of my new acquaintance.

“No, I am invited by her uncle and,” I measured my words carefully, “she did not say she would be there.”

“And I am supposed to believe that,” Wafa continued, “you do not have any feelings for me anymore!”

Less than a day had passed from where we had been most intimate with each other, now the jealous side of Wafa was showing up.

“Did you hire her?” Wafa kept on.

“No, she did not even ask for a job and neither did her uncle send any such message,” I explained though somewhat uncertain of why such a request had not arrived.

Wafa could not care less, suggesting, “you will make love to her like many others who have enjoyed her body and charms.”

This was truly not what I wanted to be involved with. The trouble was that we were still in the office. Still I acted impulsively, lifted her off the ground, laid her on the table, and brought my mouth over hers. Shocked for an instant, Wafa quickly kissed back. I could tell she was ready to let me go further so as to not let the other person get my attentions instead. Wafa did not object, when my fingers found their way under her skirt and came up against her panties. She did, however, firmly grab on to my arm to restrict me from inserting my fingers further than the bit I already had into her cunt. I retracted my hand and broke off the kiss. Wafa jumped off the table, took the fingers that had just come out of her pussy and sucked on them for a bit, then smoothed her clothing out, and gave me a magnificent smile. She sensed I had been won back, and was displaying her regained confidence, but things were not quite that simple.

XII

“Mr. Naeem, I am honoured to have you as my guest,” Abdel Rahman was effusive in his welcome.

I had just been picked up by Randa in a new Toyota and driven over to his place. My attention was riveted on her through the forty minute drive as the short skirt she was wearing had hiked up and furthermore her boobs were freely jiggling in the tight T-shirt she had on. Randa was an un-Egyptian as could be; perhaps this was a new class of person I mused.

“I hope Randa drove you over safely, she can be a speed devil sometimes,” he added, eliciting a fake show of surprise from her.

“Well as long as we got here safely, then all’s forgiven,” I figured there was no reason to make an issue.

“We are going to have a nice dinner, then go to enjoy the Cairo nightlife,” my host advised.

Egyptians can be exceedingly hospitable, particularly when there is a business angle involved and I wondered when Abdel Rahman might bring up whatever benefit he expected from my side. A veritable spread of Egyptian and Mediterranean foods weighed down the dining table. I was expecting to see a wife or other members of his family but none made an appearance.

“I see you are looking forward to meeting my family,” he chimed in right after loading my plate with much more food than I could eat in a day.

“Well, I was hoping to have that opportunity.”

“And you will,” he responded, “it just so happens that they are all attending a wedding in Alexandria and I will join them tomorrow afternoon.”

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I was exceptionally nervous and completely excited when I submitted my first personal ad to the local adult newspaper. It read as follows: “98% Happily Married Man seeks 98% Happily Married Woman for pleasurable fulfillment of the other 2%. Complete discretion promised and required.” I had no idea if anyone would respond, but I had set up a post office box, just in case. I had fantasized about taking some action like this, but even in my wildest dreams, I could not have foreseen the adventures which awaited me as a result of this ad.

Let me regress for just a moment and tell you more about my situation. I am a very happily married man in all areas of my life except for sex. I have a beautiful home in suburbia. I have three gorgeous children, two dogs, two cats, a fish, and two new cars in the driveway. I have a great job, where I am paid well for working only when I choose and I have enough money to go anywhere and do anything I desire. In short, my life is a dream, with the exception of my sex life. I have attempted to relegate my sex life to being a minor aspect of the whole picture, and would not want to let my sex drive ruin all of the other areas of my life. I would rather die than give up my relationship with my children.

My wife no longer has a sex drive. At least, if she does, I know nothing about it. I think it would please me to learn that she was getting laid by someone else, just so her delicious pussy wasn’t going to waste by disuse. We used to argue about her lack of desire, but I have given up. I still love my wife dearly, but damn, a man can only pound his pud for so long.

Anyway, all of this is what led me to finally submit my personal ad. Four days after the paper was published, I received 15 letters at my new mailbox. The second day, this number doubled, and the numbers continued to increase, until I had over 100 letters to read. I was overwhelmed. I did not even know how I was going to make time to read 100 letters, but I was so excited, I could not sleep.

Saturday morning, of that first week, I told my wife I was going golfing and gathered up my clubs, and left the house. I decided to drive to a library some 35 minutes from the house, hoping to find some privacy there, with no risk of being spotted. My dick and my heart were pounding when I finally settled into a quiet room in the remote library.

One by one, I poured over the letters. I was wishing I had a more private place to read these, as some of them made my dick harder than times in the depression. I desperately needed to cum, but there was no way I could walk to the restroom with the raging hard on I had. There was also no way I was going to be able to beat my meat in that small room, it was too open, and the last thing I wanted was attention drawn to myself.

The universe always has a way of manifesting anything I fear, so I always try to dispel my fears as soon as I become aware of them. I had a passing thought, “God, I hope I don’t see anyone here that I know.” I quickly let that go, because I was a long ways from home in an area of the metropolis where I never go. The odds of me running into anyone here that knew me were staggering. Of course, they were not quite staggering enough.

I caught a glimpse of a red headed woman standing outside this small room looking in at me. Something looked familiar about her, but I could not say why. I just gave a cursory smile and returned to my reading. I was thankful that there was a desk which was hopefully concealing my throbbing prick.

All of the sudden, the door opened and this beautiful woman said, “Peter. Peter Elliot, is that you?”

“Oh Shit! Just what I needed.” I thought. I nodded and gave her my best “deer in the headlight look” wondering milas escort who in the hell this woman was.

She said, “You don’t have a clue who I am, Do you?”

I shook my head, totally dumbfounded. I was trying to discreetly stuff my letters into the bag I had brought with me. Hoping she would not notice what I was doing or the effect it had on my cock.

This incredibly beautiful woman blurted out, “I’m Candy Fisher. Well, I’m actually Candy Beret now, but you knew me as Candy Fisher.”

My mind was racing now. There is no way this woman could be the same girl as Candy Fisher. Candy was a chunky brunette with whom I had one affair with, over twenty years ago. She was in a marriage at the time, which she could not stand, and I was a single cop who was banging every woman who said “Yes!” How could she remember me?

“Well, Get up and give me a hug!” she commanded.

“I can’t get up right now.” I stammered. Begging my dick to soften up. I felt my face flush and Candy saw it immediately.

She said, “Peter Elliot, you have nothing to hide from me. Get up and give me a hug right now before you hurt my feelings.”

I swallowed hard; thought what the fuck; and stood up to hug this unbelievable woman in front of me. She saw my cock immediately and smiled as she said, “So just what are you doing in here?” As we hugged, she did not withdraw a bit from my swollen member. In fact she ground her hips against me as we continued the embrace.

I whispered in her ear, “That is not helping me.” To which, she merely chuckled and ground even harder.

I was still reflecting on our previous affair, and remembered that I had dumped this woman after only one or two encounters, because that is what I did back then. She was never really interesting to me, I only fucked her because she offered her pussy to me. Now I felt remorse at that behavior, but she was getting a laugh at my expense. She laughed more each time she ground her pelvis into mine.

I told her I was about to explode and that I had to sit down. She stepped back out of the room and pulled a chair into the small cubicle, shutting the door and setting down facing me. She had a grin as wide as an old Cadillac and a twinkle in her eye that I did not recall.

I noticed for the first time that she had a huge rock on her left hand, ring finger, and I asked her about it. She told me she had been married now for 15 years and that it was mostly very good. Then she asked about my marital status, and I told her about the same story as she had told me.

Finally, my cock was starting to settle down. Talking about my wife and kids and recalling what a prick I had been in my previous life was helping things relax.

Candy finally asked the question again, “What in the hell are you doing in here that has you so excited?” Based on everything she had told me, and my gut feelings, I just told her the total truth. She laughed and told me that the only way she had been able to survive 15 years of marriage was that her husband allowed her to get laid whenever and wherever she needed to. She told me how their marriage had been in trouble after only 5 years, because he never acted interested in her. He is several years older than her, and has a very low sex drive.

Their solution, was to allow her to have her own sex life, when and where she chose as long as it was not an embarrassment to her husband. He was a city councilman and could not afford to have her activities known, so they agreed that she would keep her affairs away from this area of the city.

I told her that I had tried to work out the same deal with my wife, but that she would have no part of it. She reminded me that I had promised mudanya escort to be monogamous and that was all she would allow.

Candy insisted that I allow her to help me read the letters. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon enjoyed sharing these confidential notes with my old friend. We laughed at some of the letters and set some aside for further consideration.

When we came to one letter, I noticed Candy staring hard at the picture enclosed. I could see that she was becoming a little flushed, but due to the coverage of the desk, I had not noticed that Candy had dropped her hand into her lap. Her back was to the window, so I guess she decided no one would notice what she was doing. I had to ask about the picture and she looked up at me.

She said, “I have to tell you something. Over the last ten years, I have not limited my sexual partners to only men. I love having women suck my pussy and I love the taste of it, myself.”

“Let me see that picture.” I insisted. She handed it to me, and I examined it. On a king sized bed, I saw a women tied up with her hands and legs tied to the same bed posts. Her legs were stretched wide and up over her head. There was a pillow propped under her ass and a woman perched with her tongue pointing to this shaved pussy. The note attached said “My husband can never know, but my friend and I need a playmate.” There were also detailed instructions about contacting this woman.

I slid my chair out a little, so that I could see Candy’s hand. She had her whole right hand slid into her dress, between two buttons and was frantically frigging herself. I broke her spell and said, “Candy, the people passing by this cube can see you!”

She stopped and said “You are right. We need to get out of here.”

With that, she stood; Smoothed the front of her dress; Opened the door; and drug the chair back to its original position. “C’mon”, she said, “There is a rest room right around the corner.”

“I can not go out there looking like this.” I pleaded.

She frowned, and walked out to a book shelf. She picked up four books and returned. “Carry these over your crouch and come with me now!” she demanded. This was definitely not the timid housewife I had known twenty years ago, I thought.

I did as she said and walked with my bag of letters and the books to a small restroom around the corner. She instructed me to see if anyone was inside, and I did so. Much to my relief, it was a one holer with a lock on the door.

We went in and locked the door. She looked at me with the most lustful eyes I had ever seen and ordered me to sit on the toilet seat with my cock standing in the air. “Do not say a word to me!” she commanded.

With her back to me, she raised her dress and sat down slowly on my fully ready cock. I never saw her take her panties off, so she must have not worn any.

I could not believe the feel of her pussy. My wife’s pussy had stopped becoming moist years ago due to early menopause. This pussy was everything I had dreamed of. It was gushy and hot. My cock slid in easily, but I could still feel the tightness of Candy’s vaginal wall as she rode up and down on my rod.

This was more than I could take. I had not been with another woman for over 15 years and I was about to lose my load in the first five strokes.

Candy sensed this and bellowed at me, “Don’t you dare cum before me. You will never fuck me again, if you cum before me.” This was a voice I did not recognize, but was not about to disobey. I wanted as much of this pussy as I could tolerate.

Just on the brink of a major explosion, I reached down and squeezed my cock with all my strength. I made my cock hurt and mustafakemalpaşa escort temporarily I was over the urge to spurt my cum in this hot hole.

Candy kept riding me, fingering herself and fondling her tits. Her breath quickened and her pace became frantic. I felt her stiffen up and felt her vagina spasm. It was milking my cock now. I could hold on no longer. My balls felt like a volcano as I began to shoot my jism into this honey hole. I have never, in my entire life, pumped so much cum from my dick. I shot and shot. My cock was spasming, trying to shoot more cum, even after I was out of fluids. Suddenly, Candy starting cumming again. She had never stopped stroking her clit, and this time she was out of control. She had been somewhat restrained the first time, but this time she was howling. Her pussy was vibrating from the guttural noises she was making. My cock just kept spasming. Trying to pump fluids which were simply all spent.

Fear crept back into my mind, when someone knocked on the bathroom door. I answered and said I would be out in a minute, but I was very nervous. Scenarios of being caught by security walking out of this bathroom with another man’s wife, made my dick start to shrink. Candy, once again showing her intuitive side, whispered, “Don’t worry about them. You still have work to do.”

With that she stood up and turned to face me. She stepped up on the front part of the stool, and placed her other leg on top of the toilet paper holder. While holding on to the cross bar at the top of the stall, she leaned back and directed me to clean her up.

I grabbed toilet paper and started to dab at the cum oozing out of her pussy and she glared at me. “Clean it with your tongue, you asshole.”, she barked.

I had never tasted my cum and was not thrilled about it now, but I wanted out of that bathroom as soon as possible so I started licking. I licked and sucked my cum with the thirst of a puppy licking warm milk. I was not too crazy about the taste at first, but it kind of grew on me as I lost my fears in the sweet odor of her sex.

I had extracted my tongue from her wet cunt and went to work on her clit, when she jumped down from the toilet and went to the sink. She pulled a pad of post-it notes from her purse and wrote an address on it. Be here in one hour she said, and she turned and exited the bathroom.

I was still sitting there with my flaccid cock hanging out, when a man walked in. He said, “Excuse Me.”, and left. It sort of snapped me back to reality and I pulled my pants up to leave. I grabbed the note, my sack of envelopes and walked out the door. I received three thumbs up from various guys in the vicinity of the restroom and a couple of scorns from some older ladies who had also witnessed Candy’s departure from the same restroom.

I found the exit as quickly as possible and wheeled my car out of that parking lot without delay. I was 15 miles away before I found a road side park. I pulled over there to catch my breath. I was exhilarated at the entire experience. The mixture of fear and release was a greater rush than I could have ever imagined.

I pulled the address out of my pocket and wondered what Candy had in store for me next. I was still afraid. I did not know this woman who was so commanding. “What ifs” raced through my brain, but it did not matter. I was hooked now. That pussy was the finest slice of heaven I had experienced in 10 or more years. Even in her best day, my wife’s pussy had never been so succulent.

I still had several hours to go in my golf round, so I decided I would go and see what Candy had in mind. I now had only thirty minutes before I was supposed to be at this address, and I had no idea where this was. So, I left the park in search of the next adventure.

Little did I know that this event would launch me into a whole array of new experiences with Candy and several of the respondents from the letters. These other events will have to wait for further installments as my time for journalizing is over today.

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After the death of my first husband, I pretty much retreated from the world. I used to be outgoing and gregarious – a regular social butterfly. Not only that, but I loved to flirt and tease. I loved how I could throw a guy for a loop by bending forward and making sure he got to see my girls in their slipcases. And Greg, my husband, used to love watching me when the spirit moved me.

“Cathy, all you have to do is flash those boobs and the guys are putty in your hands! And it’s so much fun watching how you manage to appear innocent in the matter. You do know everyone’s seen you do it over and over again, right?”

“I suppose they have. But no one’s asked me to stop. You don’t seem to mind. Don’t you get jealous?” I asked him.

“Honey, I just fall deeper in love with you every time I see you as the object of others’ attention. I look at how they go nuts about you and I’m so proud that you are mine. I have the hottest woman in the place.” He was adventurous, and I had always been a horny slut, so we took on swapping and more. We had a pretty hefty sex life and I discovered how much I loved showing off for him in all sorts of ways, from taking on the biggest dicks to taking on a big collection of dicks. If he hinted at something, I was more than happy to try it on for him. And most of it I wound up liking. A lot!

We had 10 years of an amazing marriage, and then suddenly, he was gone. A heart attack while he was running, for crying out loud.

I basically shut down, emotionally. I went through all the stages of grieving, and to this day I still miss him. But for about three years, I simply kept to myself. I’d get up, go to work, come home, turn on the TV and zone out. I might go out with a couple of girl friends for dinner, or maybe out drinking, but I saw myself like a big wet blanket and pretty soon I just stopped going. I kept to myself. I got by. But I was far from the joyous, happy woman I had been with him.

Don’t worry – I know you’re reading this on Literotica, and you aren’t reading it for tales of woe. You are reading it for tales of tail. I’m getting there. Kinda like recovering from that shocking loss, it takes a little.

What it took, in my case, was an old friend from high school. Seriously! We had been really good friends, but we went off to different schools. When I came back from my first semester at school, after a year of being on my own and letting my freak flag fly, I was used to getting high and getting laid. A lot! Some of it was because I wanted it for me as a horny, sexual being; some of it (I later realized) was some sort of vain wish to be liked and accepted. In any case, there were no virgin holes left by my first Christmas break when I went back to my hometown. And Warren, my best guy friend, came home at the same time. We got together for New Years with another couple at his house. His parents were out and away. I had some amazing weed (of course, that far back what I had was probably sticks, seeds and stems, but it was the best of what was available.) and passed it around. Soon Warren and I were by ourselves in one room, just talking. And somehow he let slip that he was still a virgin.

“Not for much longer” I said, taking my sweater off and unhooking my bra. “Get those pants off, boy, because you deserve to discover the joy of sex. Consider it my New Year’s present.”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, this could change our relationship.” He was so frickin’ cute and earnest!

“That’s the point, isn’t it? I want you to experience the exquisite pleasure of sinking your dick in a pussy. In this case, my pussy!” I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them and my panties down to my feet. “This pussy loves sex. There’s nothing better, and I want my best friend to discover the magic. Now lose the clothes, mister!” I was stoned, I was horny, and I really did want to make sure he gave it up and loved it. Hell, to this day I love being a young man’s first piece of pussy – it’s almost like a sacred privilege! Maybe I’ll have to share about that some time later.

At that point, he was naked in a heartbeat, and I had to hide my disappointment. Like I said, I’d been having a lot of sex at college. At frats and other places. Where I was sometimes the only woman. I found out what I liked, and what I would tolerate. Hate to say this, guys, but I wanted big and thick – because that’s what felt best. With Warren, though, his cock was circumcised (which I liked) but it was undersized for what I preferred. He was hard as steel, about 6 inches long but skinny. Narrow might be a more polite way to say it. Mentally, I started to prepare for the kind of sex where the guy gets off and I just have to deal with it, because so far that had been the case. The guys with the little dicks got it up but once they got it in they never lasted long enough for me to come. I think that’s where I became such a size queen, actually. Anyway, I was preparing my mind when he surprised me.

“Sit down. Let me love you first.” He said, and we locked lips merzifon escort and began to tongue one another. I could tell that the weed he’d smoked was working because he seemed to respond to every tiny little movement. Then he moved his mouth slowly from mine to my neck, and then to my boob. Holy shit! I almost came from him sucking my nipple. I don’t know what it was (probably the weed) but I had never been this responsive to anyone before. When I reminded him that I had another one, on the other side and he began to massage it, I did come! I felt that golden honey feeling flow through my body and grabbed his hand and put in on my puss for him to feel it. And he still kept sucking my tit! Finally, I pulled his head back and looked at him.

“Holy fuck! I mean, I hope you know that you did something no one else has done! I’ve never come from someone playing with my boobs!” His eyes lit up – after all, what man doesn’t want to know he’s done something amazing for a woman?

“Good,” he said. “There’s more coming to come!” And with that his fingers got busy around my pussy. He might have been a virgin, but he seemed to know his way around a woman! I moaned as I felt two of his fingers enter me.

“I thought you were a virgin. You sure know your way around a pussy.” I said. I really did say that to him. We both cracked up – although when he stopped moving his fingers I grabbed his hand and pressed him back into me.

“I read a lot.” He said as he began to kiss his way down towards my crotch. I found out much later what he had been reading and then I understood things in a whole new light. But it was pretty obvious he was planning on oral sex, so now that I had already come, I was absolutely in the mood for more. And he didn’t disappoint!

He was on me like white on rice. There wasn’t an inch between my legs that he didn’t lick, kiss or suck! My outer lips. The inner ones. My clit. The whole clit – not just the head that peeked out from under the hood. The piece of flesh between my cunt and my asshole. And then he started tongue fucking my hole and I went off again on his face. I hadn’t had any guy treat me this way. Ever! Mostly they grabbed my tits, squeezed and twisted my nipples, and then dug their hands down my pants and fingered me until I was wet, and then we’d get naked and fuck. This was different. Very different.

It took a bit to recover – kind of like coming back from another dimension. But when I did, I came back to discover him with a huge grin and a very wet face.

“Damn, Warren, if I had known you could have done that when we were in school together we might never have graduated!”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because we’d have spent most of our time in bed. Damn, man, you know how to make a woman happy! Now it’s your turn! You got me all nice and wet, now it’s time to stick that dick in me and fuck me!” With that I spread my legs as widely as I could and pulled him up towards me.

He hesitated. “What about…”

“I went on the pill the day after I first got fucked. We’re safe. You have nothing to prove. The longer you last, the better it feels, but this may be the only time a woman is going to tell you that you don’t have to worry about me – and means it. Because all I want is for you to see God! And the first time I came on someone’s cock, I did! Now fuck me already!”

And here was the amazing thing – even with that kind of “pretend I’m a fuck doll, don’t worry about whether I come or not, just give it to me” he DIDN’T just do that. He took his time, savoring it. He told me how it felt, inch by inch, how the sensations of hot and wet and the squeezing of every inch of his dick were simply amazing to him. And that had me concentrate on using my inner muscles to try to do something extra, and on the hot, throbbing spear he was working into me.

Then he completely surprised me. He was fully buried in me, and then he pulled back. “We need to play with your clit and your tits. That means three hands. Play with yourself. I want you to come when I do!” He placed a hand on each boob and grabbed my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. It was like he was tuning a radio and my body responded. I began to rub my little magic button as I looked into his eyes.

“Like that, Warren?”

“Oh, yes! It’s amazing to watch you. You are beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot. Sexy.”

“Honey, I’m a dirty slut who loves sex. Don’t turn me into the Virgin Mary!”

He grinned. “The only virgin here isn’t going to remain one for very long. Are you close to coming yet?”

“I’m very, very close. Shoot off in my pussy and that will do it. Let me feel your hot jizz squirting inside me and I’ll start coming!” He picked up his pace, ever so slightly and suddenly I could watch it happen! His rhythm seemed to stutter. The look on his face changed and I could then feel the pumping and the pulsing of his dick as he splattered my pussy. And, like I promised, I got off at the same time. Pretty good work – losing his mezitli escort virginity to a woman who came at the same time he did. It was a few years later that I could appreciate how unique that night was. For him. God, I still recall that night! Every time I relive it I see just a little bit more about who I was, who he was, who we were. (Unlike porn, where seeing the same thing on screen loses it’s thrill after – at most – the third viewing.) I don’t get turned on by the memories but my heart feels real full.

We hadn’t seen each other in years; we went our separate ways and that was that.

It all changed when, three years after Greg’s death, I got invited to my 15th High School Reunion and decided to go. It’s not that I was all that close with people, but it was a great way to pull myself up and out of my depression and social hibernation. And I got enough advance notice that I even took on my body. I joined a gym, changed my diet and lost 15 pounds. I took a look at my yearbook picture, and I was really pleased with how I’d matured. So, off I went. And there was Warren! All these years, and no contact up until now. And no sooner do we make eye contact than he reaches into his shirt and holds up a joint, hidden from everyone else except me. Then he gestured with his head and we headed outside. We walked across the field around the restaurant where the dinner was being held to an apparent picnic grove.

We hugged – and it seemed to last forever. I felt at home in his arms – a new and strange sensation. Then we sat, lit up, and began to talk about life since we’d last seen each other. And I told him about finding Greg, moving East for our jobs, then losing him and then how the reunion came at the right time, as I was determined to recover. It turned out that he’d been married as well, but it ended a little differently – he caught his wife with another woman (!) and while he figured he could find a way to deal with that, she just left him as soon as he discovered it. Six months later she was dead by her own hand. And he too had had a hard time recovering from his loss.

We talked and talked. At some point we noticed our classmates leaving. We figured the reunion was over. We went out dancing to the bar we were never able to get in as high schoolers. The band was good. The atmosphere was “old world fishing shack” so it left something to be desired. But most importantly, as it got later and later, we kept getting in deeper and deeper with each other. Finally, they hit the lights to announce last call, and I looked him in the eye.

“Last time we were together was a night I still remember. No guy ever treated me like you did. I suppose what I want is for you to do that again because I’m a selfish slut, but more importantly I want us to get naked, love each other and see if there’s something between us that will take us somewhere. Are you up for any of that?”

He grinned. (Son of a bitch does that a lot – sometimes I find it charming; other times I find it extraordinarily arrogant, and I like THAT as well.) “Yes to all that. I wouldn’t be the man I am today if you hadn’t surprised me that night. Do you know I jerked off to my memories of that night for at least a year?”

“Only a year?” I teased.

“After that, it was more about just what a miracle it was, not about the sex. There are better sex actors than either of us on the internet – they just don’t have the same script!”

“Let’s go. NOW! You have this amazing way of talking that gets to my brain, my heart and my cunt all at the same time. I am ready to rock your world, Warren!” He followed me back to my hotel – which was also his, as it turned out – and we started making out in the elevator. I was ready to get naked and screw right there, but we managed to contain ourselves long enough to get into my room. Then clothes flew everywhere and we stood there, holding one another and then locked in a deep kiss.

This time I broke it off, dropped to my knees and began to kiss his cock and balls. Then I started to lick them here and there. Pretty soon he was hard and throbbing, and just like I remember – long and skinny. At that point I began to slowly suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth. One thing I discovered was that I had no gag reflex – so I was planning to get him all the way into my throat. Since I knew how uncommon that was, I was excited. Bit by bit, I would take more and more into my mouth, then back off and work my tongue and lips down even further on the next stroked. In a few moments I felt his cock at the back of my throat and I let it slide in and then pressed my face up against his pubes. The cool thing was that I could still breathe! I mean, some of the guys I regularly fucked were way more endowed, and I’d have to hold my breath to deep throat them. Not Warren!

His skinnier cock head buried itself in my throat, and my tongue was working on the very beginning of his ball sack, and I could still get a breath when he pulled back. Once again, he midyat escort and I were somehow on our own personal wavelength with sex. I could feel his excitement, and he made sure I could hear it, his moans growing louder by the minute. I realized I was busy strumming my clit as I bobbed up and down on his manhood. I wanted to have him come down my throat. Like it was somehow a present I wanted to give him. I wasn’t sure he understood until I heard him say “I’m gonna come” and start to pull away. When I grabbed his ass and pulled his cock back down my throat he lost it and became a come hose. And yes, I came as well. Like I said, magic!

We spent that weekend together. Lots of room service and very little travel. And when it was over we left for our respective cities. But this time, we kept in contact. It started off with emails and we very quickly discovered how much we enjoy sharing our sexual desires. The phone sex started up in there and maybe one day I’ll transcribe some of those recordings. (Of course I recorded them after the first one. That was so hot I always wanted to have it around.)

We both tried some dating. Now that I knew all my parts were working, I was like a cat on the prowl. That was the period of time where I began to discover how I really did love the role of MILF. Or Cougar – I’d be either. But really, I gravitated to the younger men. Since they had to be of legal age to get in to drink, I stopped worrying what people would think and, instead, I’d see if I could find the shy virgin and become his Mrs. Robinson. So I’d find a young hunk and let him buy me drinks and dance. I was always looking to find the virgins, but more importantly, I wanted to find hung studs! I said it earlier – I had a taste for bigger, thicker meat. Contrary to popular mythology, the athletes might have the great bodies, but too few of them were as well proportioned in the penis department. I mean those pecs and abs mostly made up for it – that and their ability to get hard again in a relatively short time and then last a lot longer. That part was especially thrilling!

Warren loved to hear of my adventures, but had relatively few of his to share. And as time went on, we began to spend weekends together. And it was starting to get serious, you know? Then we hit June, and Warren, who’d been teaching high school, got laid off. And when I suggested he pull up stakes and move into my house with me, that bastard gave me a hard time before saying yes. I wouldn’t have sex with him for the first three days after he moved in because of it. So there!

So there we were. The two of us living together. And, just like before, that man never merely fucked me – he pleasured me! I know it sounds all weird – but he made sure that I would come over and over again. They only place where he failed, however, was fucking me. He simply wasn’t big enough – well, fat enough, anyway. I was getting nuts, because I didn’t know how to bring it up, let alone what to do about it. Remember, the swapping I had done was with my first husband. And I hadn’t shared that with Warren. Once again, he beat me to it!

“Hey, baby, we need to talk.” And yes, just like anyone else, when I heard those words a chill went up my spine. So I took a deep breath and turned to him.

“Okay. About what?” I asked.

“About the fact that I ain’t enough in the dick department to make you come. And don’t try to make it okay. I know you’ve been really careful about it but you can’t hide it. That’s a place I can’t ever make you happy. And I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t want to let you go, but if I can’t make you happy, I want you to find the guy that will.”

Holy fuck! This was like every woman’s dream man! No way was I letting him go! “Well, I have an idea, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it. I’m not even sure if I know how to make it work, it’s just an idea.” I said, and then shut up to think. Warren simply waited,

“I don’t think I ever told you that Greg and I used to swing. Share. Swap. However you call it, we had a lot of sex with a lot of different people and it was fine for both of us. Hell, he used to jerk off watching me take on other guys. Sometime I used to think he liked that more than fucking me!” We laughed.

“Was he a cuckold?”

“Not at all. It’s called swapping for a reason! I used to watch him from time to time with other women. The whole point is that he got what he wanted, and so did I. I’ll be straight, I like bigger, thicker, meatier cocks when I want to be fucked silly. But I love you and want you in my life. You’ve never failed to make me come except when we fuck. I can live with that – I really can! But if you wanted to try, maybe we could…”

“I wouldn’t know where to start. Who to talk to.” He said.

“Well, I still have friends in the lifestyle. I can set something up if you want. If you’d like to try, I mean. I’m going to be honest, Warren. If we don’t do it, then I will miss it – but I won’t ever go out cheating on you just for bigger dicks. I’m not an addict. I don’t have to have them.”

“But you know what they can do for you. Something I can’t. And I don’t want anything to come between us. I know you were about to say you would live with it – but there’s no need. Who said you can’t have it all? Call up your friends and lets try it out.”

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(This is a true story, all the events are true, just the names have been changed to protect the “not so innocent”, and the order of events has been changed just to make it more readable).

The title of this story may be a bit misleading. It is a ‘first time’, but in a different way. It is my recollections of a wonderful weekend, but strictly from my perspective. So, let’s begin…

*

It started out innocently enough. I am an older married man whose sex life had dwindled down to pretty much nonexistent. As a result I started surfing online looking for something, I just wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Anyway, I found my way to Literotica and began reading some of the stories, which were a real turn on. It didn’t take long to find the bulletin board and some of the pictures of the sexy ladies who posted in the amateur pictures area. At first I just looked and lurked, but soon began leaving a comment or two. It wasn’t long however before I became a real Lit whore. I was commenting on many pictures and even sending private messages. I was happily surprised at the responses that I got from some of the ladies.

I exchanged emails with a couple of the sexy women that I met, and that led to phone calls, phone sex and just some very nice conversations with some great ladies. One even encouraged me to post some pictures of myself on Lit. I also found the magic of Yahoo messenger and was astounded the first time that one lady invited me to view her cam and played for me in a very hot session. I was hooked and really enjoying this new clandestine lifestyle. It was fun and I was certainly able to relieve some of my sexual frustrations.

It was on Lit that I met Beth. I was browsing the threads on the amateur pictures section of the bulletin board one evening when I noticed a new contributor. Opening her first picture and seeing her sexy curvy body immediately made me want to see more. She had started out just showing off some cleavage and I was one of the first people to leave her a comment. She responded to my comment and little did I know that it would be the start of a relationship.

Beth and I soon became online buddies. By that time, I too had posted some pictures of myself on a thread, and Beth was always one of the first to comment. I couldn’t believe that I was actually posting nude pictures of myself, but I had gotten caught up by the encouragement of a number of ladies and had finally said, “What the hell!”

Beth was married but in an open relationship. She and her hubby had gotten into swinging and went to parties arranged by a local club. I loved it when she told me about the parties, describing the things that happened at them and I started to live vicariously through her adventures. She was over 20 years younger than I, but somehow we became close, and she would often ask me for advice about things she was doing. We developed a mutual trust of one another and started sharing more and more.

Besides messages on melikgazi escort Lit, we chatted on messenger and also on the phone. Beth was uninhibited and was happy to play for me online. Her husband was aware that she had an online friend and seemed to be alright with it. Beth surprised me during one cam session by bringing hubby on and sucking him as I watched. Needless to say I was turned on by this unexpected treat and in no time came as I stroked my own hard cock.

While Beth and I always talked about getting together, it seemed that it might never happen. She lived in the Mid West while I was on the West Coast. At some point, Beth started calling me “Daddy” and I quite enjoyed it when she did, and she was certainly young enough to have been my daughter.

It took a long time, but finally the stars aligned and we arranged to meet in Seattle. Now to say I was nervous about this would be an understatement. It is one thing to chat or talk on the phone, but another to meet in person. I was anxious, “would she like me?” “would I be able to perform?” or “would I satisfy her?” All those thoughts and more flashed through my mind as I drove to the airport to meet her. As the time got closer for the arrival of her flight, my anxiety level had risen to almost overwhelming.

And then she was there, standing at the curb with her suitcase. I pulled up and got out, we hugged and kissed lightly and I took her bag, placed it in the car and we headed for the hotel. On the way we exchanged small talk, about her flight, the fact that it wasn’t raining, and how it was nice to finally meet. I realize now that Beth was nervous too, and a bit unsure about being here.

I had already checked in, so after parking the car we went straight to the elevator and up to the room. The minute the elevator door closed, we were in each other’s arms and kissing each other deeply. It was electric, and beautiful. We could both sense the urgency as the door opened on our floor.

We entered the room and moved together immediately. We kissed hungrily and our hands roamed over one another. Quickly we began removing each other’s clothes. As I tossed her bra aside, my face buried between her big full breasts. It was heaven and as my lips found one diamond hard nipple and I drew it into my mouth I heard her give a long moan of pleasure and say “Oh Daddy!”

In hindsight I think we were more like awkward teenagers than mature adults as we groped one another and divested ourselves of our clothing. I stood back for a moment and let my eyes take in the beauty of her lush body, my cock hard and straining at my white briefs. We fell onto the bed, kissing, caressing, and savoring the fact that we were finally together. Her fingertips rubbed my cock through the thin cotton as my fingers slipped between her legs and entered the hot wetness. She shivered as my fingertip found the sensitive button of flesh and she began sliding my briefs down my legs.

I menemen escort was so on edge, so needing this woman. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and the sensations were just too much. I was like a kid having his first sexual experience. I almost came the moment her fingers touched my bare flesh. We kissed and kissed our naked bodies pressed tight together and I felt myself losing control. Panic flashed through my mind, what will she think of me if I cum so quickly. But those thoughts did not abate the powerful feelings that coursed through my body and I knew that I could not hold back.

“Oh shit!” I moaned, “I’m going to cum…suck me!”

And she did, and it was wonderful. Without any hesitation she took me in her mouth and began to suck my engorged flesh. Her head bobbed and her fingertips lightly brushed against my sac. I was moaning and calling her name as her lips slid skillfully up and down my shaft. In no time I came, spurting over and over into her mouth. I expected her to pull away, but she didn’t, clamping her lips more tightly around my flesh and sucking me until every last drop of was expelled. It was amazing and felt so very good.

Afterwards she smiled at me and I kissed her long and very deeply, holding her so very tightly. I was worried that she would think badly of me because I had cum so quickly, but that did not seem to bother her at all or if it did, she never let on. Later that weekend she told me how good I tasted and how much that she enjoyed it when I came in her mouth.

After holding her for a long time, I began kissing her softly, my lips moving to begin exploring her beautiful body. I kissed slowly downward and as I reached her belly she stopped me, saying that she should shower first. But I ignored her little protest and continued, wanting to please her as she just had me. Soon my face was buried between her legs and my tongue was happily exploring the sweet folds of flesh.

Beth’s fingertips were in my hair as I made love to her with my lips and tongue. I inhaled deeply, savoring the wonderful musky scent of her sex. I heard her moan as my tongue sought and found her most sensitive places. I had always loved going down on a woman, but it had been awhile and I had forgotten how good the taste of a hot pussy could be. I lapped happily at Beth’s hot center, going deep as her fingertips slid down to spread the lips of her sex. It was so very good, I loved the scent, the taste and the feel of her as my tongue played. Beth was obviously enjoying my ministrations as her hips bucked and her body quivered until she cried out “Oh fuck Daddy, Yes!!”

I continued licking her until she pulled me away and then we cuddled in each other’s arms, falling asleep together.

We awoke and made love again. This time I wanted to fuck her. We spent lots of time with foreplay, getting to know each other’s bodies. After lots of kissing and caressing, I found meram escort myself straddling her chest, my hard cock sliding between those beautiful globes of flesh as she pushed them together around my shaft. Here we were, doing things we had chatted and fantasized together about for these many months. I looked down at her and could see her smile as I slowly fucked her big titties. She began dipping her face to flick her tongue across the fat head of my cock as it pushed up through the deep cleavage. Once again I could feel my body flushing with pleasure and I knew I had to be inside her.

I moved down and my cock slipped into her hot wetness. I began fucking her, and it felt so very good. I looked at Beth and could see that this was what she wanted too.

I pumped hard as I heard her exclaim “Oh yes Daddy, fuck me!”

The sound of her soft voice put me over the edge and I pumped hard and fast, cumming again deep inside my sweet special girl.

Afterwards we showered, dressed and went out to get a bite to eat. It was so good being with her, not just for the sex, but just being with her and we chatted and got to know each other better over dinner.

When we returned to the room, quickly we were naked and in one another’s arms again. We rolled together on the bed, lips and fingertips moving over each other’s body. Beth was incredible and soon was giving me the most intense blowjob that I had ever experienced.

She was down between my legs, her lips engulfing my flesh and sliding down my shaft until the fullness of my cock was in her mouth. She moved her lips slowly up and down my cock, her tongue playing as she brought me to new heights of ecstasy. I took her hands in mine as she sucked me, her big breasts swaying and brushing my legs as her lips tightened around my swollen shaft and she moaned softly against my flesh. There was no doubt that we both wanted me to cum in her wonderful mouth. I held back wanting to enjoy this as long as I could, until finally the floodgates burst and I cried out in pleasure as my cock erupted and gushes of my hot seed shot into her mouth. Her lips tightened on my cock, sucking and eagerly swallowing the huge load of cum. She held me in her mouth until my cock began to soften and then as it slipped from her lips she grinned at me like a Cheshire cat.

“That was incredible,” I whispered as she snuggled in my arms and I held her tightly. And so the weekend went, we totally enjoyed being together. I showed her around the area and we walked along the beach together hand in hand, talking and enjoying one another’s company. There was a lot of sex, but also lots of intimacy. She especially enjoyed it when I washed her hair for her, something we had talked about online. I spent a lot of time with my face between her legs, pleasuring her with my tongue and laughed as she yelped loudly when I unexpectedly bit her on the ass while we were playing.

The weekend went all too fast but I was so glad we were able to share the time together as brief as it was.

We have shared another weekend since that time and I know we will again one day soon, but the weekend I have just written about was my first ever affair and I will always treasure the memories of it and of how Beth made it so very, very special.

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