Golden Summer

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Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Also, please note; if reading about male bisexuality offends you, hit the back space key.

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In 1974, Richard Alan Thibodeaux took the fifty thousand dollars from his mother’s life insurance policy, and instead of going to Tulane University as she had wanted, he bought gold. Over the next sixteen years, he bought and sold that gold, as well as silver several times.

In the 1990s, Richard invested in the Technology boom and several Internet concerns as well. A visit with his accountant in Lafayette Louisiana when he suddenly suffered an attack of appendicitis introduced the forty one year old millionaire to Rachael Ann Brent, a thirty seven year old nurse at Lafayette General Hospital.

Within three months, the two were married; it was his second marriage, and her first.

Three years later, the happy couple was delighted to find that Rachael was pregnant; she’d assumed that she was incapable of having children as she had never conceived before.

Brent Richard Thibodeaux was a healthy baby boy, with his mother’s dark hair and dark eyes, and his father’s shy smile.

“Should have named him Brent Richard Alan Thibodeaux; the initials would spell out ‘Brat,'” Suzanne Brent, Rachael’s seventy two year old mother, and Brent’s only grandparent teased as she fussed over her only grandchild.

Richard and Rachael left their toddler with Suzanne at Suzanne’s Baylor Lake home as they attended a Seminar in Houston, Texas. There were a few African countries vying for American dollars to help finance Oil exploration and petroleum development. Three hours into an extremely boring presentation, made all the more unendurable by dignitaries that spoke very stilted English, the seven ushers suddenly started screaming praise to Allah and denouncing their governments for wishing to make deals with Satan, with America. Then the gunfire started.

Richard managed to fell two of the terrorists with his .357 Smith & Wesson before a suicide bomber detonated himself, killing Richard, Rachael, and three other attendees.

Within four minutes, all seven terrorists, nineteen guests and three dignitaries were dead and forty six other guests and dignitaries were wounded. The Clinton Administration and the several African governments promised a full investigation and it soon died down.

In time, Brent, or ‘Tib,’ short for ‘Thibodeaux’ as Suzanne called her grandson, forgot about Mommy and Daddy, and called Suzanne Momma.

Already in her seventies, Suzanne did her best to keep up with a rambunctious, happy boy. But, by the time he entered Baylor Lake High School in Baylor Lake, Louisiana, Tib had his grandmother’s reserved, quiet nature. He was handsome enough, blessed by good clear skin, his mother’s cherubic face and his father’s intelligence, but cursed by both mother and father’s chubbiness.

Because of his reserved, cautious nature, Tib had very few acquaintances and no friends. He only went to his Senior Prom because the deaf girl down the street needed a date for the prom and Momma threatened to take away his car unless he took the girl.

Three days before their shared birthday; it would have been her ninetieth and his eighteenth, Suzanne complained of dizziness and shortness of breath. Tib drove her to the St. Elizabeth Trauma Center and helped her fill out the intake form. (“They make that print so damned small.”)

Two days before their birthday, Tib had no family. Four days later, the day after he buried Momma, Tib graduated from Baylor Lake High School and disappeared off the map as far as his acquaintances were concerned.

“Well, we were going to do this on your birthday anyway,” Penny Jones, Momma’s lawyer said as a still numb Tib sipped the coffee. “I am truly sorry for your loss.”

Tib stared at Penny, uncomprehending as the attorney laid several documents in front of him. Finally, it began to sink in.

“I’m rich?” he asked.

“Last account filed on, um, here on April first, first quarter, eleven million, nine hundred and forty seven thousand, eight hundred and nine dollars; still waiting for the second quarter to be filed,” Penny affirmed.

Chapter 1

Tib went to Alaska and spent a few weeks exploring the Yukon Territory. From there, he took a train from the west coast of Canada to the east coast.

Then he visited Ireland and Great Britain and France. Eight months into what he had planned to be a one year jaunt, Tib contracted an intestinal infection and returned to America. After a few rounds of antibiotics in a Miami, Florida hospital, Tib finally returned to the Baylor Lake home he had lived in for all of his life.

Walking through the silent house, Tib resolved to send Penny Jones a ‘Thank you’ note; the house was clean, the yard manicured. Even Momma’s 1961 pink Cadillac Coupe Deville had started up on the first crank.

He also resolved, since he had tried, but he just was not going to be leaving this home, he needed to do a little pendik escort renovation, a little remodeling.

The first contractor asked for Tib’s Mommy or Daddy, snarled that he didn’t do business with snot-nosed kids, and left.

The second contractor listened to Tib’s ideas, offered none of his own and promised to send Tib an estimate. That estimate never did materialize.

Paul Robichaux greeted Tib with a warm handshake, looked around the house, listened to what Tib had suggested, then pointed out a few of the flaws in Tib’s suggestions.

“Dark floors? Especially black like you’re talking about? One speck of lint will show up and that’s all your guests will see, that one speck of dust,” Paul said. “Yeah, it looks so cool in the magazines? But those floors have been vacuumed, mopped, then waxed, the picture taken and then five seconds later, those floors were dirty again.”

Tib blushed; he had seen the black floors in a magazine. Just before her death, Suzanne paid for a one year subscription to Parasols magazine for Tib’s birthday present. Upon his return, Tib had read through each issue and had renewed the subscription the moment he received the first notice that his subscription was to expire in three months.

In the February issue, there had been a photograph of a blonde doing a leg split on a black floor and Tib had ruined that page by blasting his semen all over that photograph.

“I mean, you’re a young gun, full of fun, you really want to spend all your time vacuuming, sweeping, mopping and waxing a floor?” Paul asked.

Tib followed Paul around as the contractor made other suggestions.

“You plan on keeping this furniture? Nothing’s wrong with it, but, well, I mean, it’s kind of old,” Paul asked as he surveyed Momma’s room.

“Don’t plan on keeping any of it,” Tib agreed.

“My mother in law, Ms. Bobbi? She’s got a great eye for stuff like that,” Paul said.

Tib went to the Grand Canyon and Yosemite Park and when he returned, driving Momma’s 1961 pink Cadillac, the house and back yard were completed.

The four bedroom, three bathroom ranch style home was much more modern, sleek, and fashionable. And the back yard was a lagoon, complete with fire pit, gas grill, waterfall and swimming pool. And had an eight foot tall stucco and wood fence for complete privacy.

Tib had no need to attend college; the second, third, fourth, and first quarter filings had come in; the last one showed that he was now worth thirteen million four hundred four thousand and ninety dollars. Barring anything completely catastrophic happening, Tib would never have to work.

But he enrolled in the local University of Louisiana at DeGarde for a few General Studies classes for the Summer Semester.

Miller’s Electronics sold Tib the latest laptop computer, Babbage’s Department store, the exclusive department store in Bender, Louisiana sold him the latest and greatest in back packs, and Tib was ready for college.

“Damn, this shit is hard!” Richard Pennington, Rip as he called himself, drawled to Tib as they took notes in Professor Huston’s Algebra 101 class.

“If you have any questions,” the scrawny teacher snapped at Rip. “Please save them for the end of my lecture. Thank you.”

Even though he knew the material, had done fairly well in Algebra in high school, Tib had to agree with Rip. Professor Huston was doing a very poor job of explaining the material.

“My sister? She said take the hard stuff in the summer,” Rip explained as both quickly walked to their next class, English 109, Vocabulary. “That way, you fail? You can take it again in the fall, and you already got the text book.”

“Sister sounds pretty smart,” Tib agreed.

Other than having blonde hair, Tib and Rip could have been twins. The eighteen year old Rip was slightly chubby, and stood at five foot eight, just like Tib. And just like Tib, Rip wore his blonde hair long, long enough to put it into a pony tail. Tib preferred keeping his long hair pulled back in a ponytail also.

They split up after the English class; Rip had World History and Tib had Sociology 101.

By Thursday, Rip was baffled in their Algebra class; certain he was going to fail.

“I mean, shit, bad enough I failed that goofy A.C.T. or was it that S.A.T. test,” Rip complained as they walked to the English class. “That’s why I’m down here instead of going to U.L.M. up in Monroe? See, I’m from Paulton; they said I had to get a two point five or better than I can go to U.L.M. but it don’t look like I’m ever going make it out of Algebra, huh?”

“You going home for the weekend?” Tib asked.

“No; by the time Greyhound gets me there, have to turn around come right back anyway,” Rip said.

“All right, meet me in front of Gilbert after your last class,” Tib said. “I mean, we got tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday to study.”

In front of Gilbert Hall, Tib had Rip run to his room and get his dirty clothes as well as his textbooks.

“And come on; I just found out Early’s don’t istanbul escort even ask for ID,” Tib said as he drove them to Early’s Grocery Store.

Tib, with Rip’s suggestions, filled up a grocery cart for a weekend of study and fun.

At the liquor counter, nineteen year old Wanda Eckles watched the two handsome young men as they approached. Standing at four feet, seven inches tall, the cute blonde weighed nearly one hundred and sixty pounds, making her a basketball with arms.

“Um, let’s see, okay, we got bananas, pineapple, mangos, you even ever eat mangos? What do they taste like anyway?” Tib mused as he looked at the selections available. “Okay, um, give me two of those Early’s Superior Rum, um, and one of the Early’s Finest Whiskey and one of the Early’s Superior Vodkas please.”

“Um, sir?” Wanda blinked her big brown eyes. “Those? Um, the Superiors? They’re sixty dollars a bottle.”

“That’s fine,” Tib agreed and Wanda blinked again.

“Well, I get off at five,” she joked as she got the bottles down.

“Hmm, it’s…” Tib said, looking at his Rolex watch. Three ten now. “Okay, we’ll be back.”

“Serious?” Wanda squeaked.

“Well, yeah,” Tib smiled and Wanda felt her pussy get wet.

Tib drove to his house and Rip and he made quick work of putting the groceries away.

“Aw, man!” Rip called out after taking a tour of the house, with Tib’s permission.

“Dude, your momma had great taste,” Rip praised and got busy on his laundry while Tib prepared a pork roast for their dinner.

“Okay, be back,” Tib called out.

Rip was surprised; the young man obviously had no qualms about leaving him alone in his home. And it was obvious that Rip had a few bucks, even if he did drive an old car.

Rip had seen some expensive looking rings and another, even fancier Rolex watch on Tib’s dresser. The flat screen television in the living room, along with the sound system, was worth a few thousand dollars.

At the grocery store, Wanda’s hands actually shook as she clocked out.

“You sure?” Dominique Doucette asked.

Dominique drove past the apartment that Wanda and Stephanie Hebert shared so she normally gave Wanda a ride when Stephanie wasn’t available to do so. And because the two formerly best friends were now bitter adversaries, Dominique was more often than not the ride of choice.

“Wait?” Wanda begged the bone thin girl.

“So what’s he drive?” Dominique asked as she scanned the grocery store’s parking lot.

“Aw shit; I don’t…” Wanda said then looked up as an old pink Cadillac pulled up.

“Hey, hope you weren’t waiting too long,” Tib smiled as he got out the car.

“No, just got here,” Wanda said.

“Good, good, hey, how’s it going?” Tib nodded to the thin red head Dominique.

Tib opened the passenger door for Wanda, and then closed it.

“Okay, you got you a bathing suit? We’re probably going to do some swimming and uh, when you got to be back at work?” Tib asked.

“Not ’til Saturday,” Wanda said, knowing she should feel nervous, but oddly, she didn’t.

“Oh! You want to… I mean, I got four bedrooms,” Tib stammered, now feeling a little nervous.

“Swing by my place; I’ll get my suit,” Wanda said and gave him directions.

The apartment was actually on the way to Tib’s house so it didn’t take them long.

Stephanie looked up when Wanda scampered in.

“Hey, I uh, I’m be out, probably won’t see you until Friday night, Saturday,” Wanda said as she dug out her old bathing suit, a change of undergarments and her older brother’s football jersey, which she used as a nightgown.

“Oh, okay,” Stephanie said, fighting down her original thought, which was, “Who gives a shit?”

And then Wanda was thundering out of the apartment again.

Tib told Wanda a little bit about himself as he drove how he was an orphan and how his home had been his Momma’s house. It amused him that her legs just fit over the edge of the large front seat, but he did know enough of human nature to know Wanda would not find it amusing.

“Hey, Rip, which one of the bedrooms did you take?” Tib asked as they pulled into the garage.

“Down the hall, one on the right,” Rib said.

“Aw your ass!” Tib laughed. “That’s mine!”

“One right across from it,” Rip smiled as he put the last of his clothes into the washing machine. “Hey, I’m Rip. And you are…”

“Wanda,” she said. “Wanda Eckles.”

“Oh, okay, then you get the last one on the left; it’s got its own bathroom,” Tib said and entered the house.

In the bedroom, door firmly closed and locked, Wanda wiggled and jiggled out of her work blouse and dark brown polyester slacks, then her industrial bra and full cotton briefs, her ‘Granny Panties’ as Stephanie called them.

Her bathing suit was a one piece and Wanda wiggled and jiggled into the tight item. A glance into the full length mirror caused her to shut her eyes. And curse her own lack of motivation.

Yes, her parents had not taught her proper eating habits; they kartal escort were both basketballs with arms too. Wanda had not taken the initiative to do a few sit-ups, a few push-ups, to cut cookies and Little Debbie’s Snack Cakes out of her life either.

Sighing, knowing that the handsome Tib and the handsome Rip would be disgusted with her lumpy dumpy body, Wanda shrugged and left the bedroom.

“Oh!” Tib groaned as he stepped out of his own bedroom and saw a nice, plump ass that could not be contained by her bathing suit.

He shrugged; she was probably attracted to Rip. Tib knew that Rip was a little more handsome, a little bit more charming than he was.

Tib stopped at the linen closet at the end of the hall and pulled out three large beach towels.

“O.M.G.!” Wanda said as she stepped out the atrium door to see the paradise in Tib’s back yard.

“Okay, this yellow one’s yours, this blue one is mine, oh wait, this other blue one’s mine too; Rip can just roll in the grass to dry off,” Tib said.

“Bite me too!” Rip laughed and dove into the pool.

Wanda did a belly flop into the pool and Tib followed suit.

Tib finally said he was going to check on their supper and got out. Wanda watched as the handsome young man toweled off.

She’d been the fat kid all her life. And in adolescence, when everyone else shot up and their fat resettled in nicer places, Wanda became the short fat kid.

She’d never even kissed a boy. She was supposed to; Dianne Pratt had a Halloween party, Halloween was also Dianne’s birthday, and they were playing ‘Spin The Bottle’ and the bottle landed on her instead of Stephanie.

Greg St. Charles said, “No way I’m kissing her; she’s a fucking fat pig. Fuck you. I quit.”

But later on, Wanda found Stephanie and Greg making out. Even though Greg was now dating, was engaged to Dianne, he still stopped by the apartment and fucked Stephanie. Wanda just couldn’t understand how her best friend could do that. First make out with a boy that made her friend cry, and then have sex with a boy that was supposed to be engaged to another friend.

“Ring ring ring, come and get it!” Tib called out.

Chapter 2

After a dinner of pork roast and baby potatoes and baby carrots, Tib asked “Anyone allergic to nuts?”

“Why? Going show us yours?” Rip laughed and Wanda gasped then giggled.

“No, smart ass,” Tib laughed. “I was going to make a Hawaiian pineapple bread for breakfast and if anyone’s allergic to nuts, I was just going to leave the pecans out.”

He got up and grabbed his plate. Wanda got up, but Tib waved her back down, grabbing hers and Rip’s plates as well.

“It actually calls for macadamia nuts but, really?” Tib said as he pulled a blender out of a cabinet. “Now, who’s ready for a banana daiquiri?”

“A what? I want a real drink!” Rip said.

“Then you can get off your real ass, grab a real glass, and make yourself a real drink; I’m making a banana daiquiri,” Tib said.

“No, too much work,” Rip laughed and Wanda slapped his arm.

Tib propped open the copy of Parasols magazine that had the recipe for ‘Summer Time Favorites’ and added all the ingredients. The amount of rum the recipe said to add looked paltry to Tib so he doubled the amount.

“Ew, I can’t believe!” Wanda said. “Why you like that magazine?”

“Oh, I just read it for the articles; I never look at them nasty pictures,” Tib lied, smiling as he hit the button for ‘Chop’ on the blender.

When they could no longer hear the ice being crushed up, he kicked it up to ‘Puree’ for a few seconds, then turned it off and poured three glasses.

“Mm,” Wanda approved.

“It’s a little on the ‘gay’ side, but other than that…” Rip said.

“Uh huh,” Tib smiled, poured the rest of the contents into an insulated pitcher and urged them out onto his back porch.

He lighted the mosquito repellant candles, and then sat near Wanda on the low slung rattan settee.

Rip confessed that he’d never done anything but kiss a girl, a chest kiss on the lips. Growing up in Paulton, which was firmly in the Baptist Bible Belt, he only knew ‘Good Girls’ that believed that anything below the neck was for marriage only.

“I mean, shit, there were three or four girls didn’t think that, but they were only interested in football players or kids had money.”

He flexed his nonexistent muscles.

“And I’m shaped like a football, and if I got fifty cents I’m lucky,” he concluded his tale of woe and drained his glass.

“A little on the gay side, but help yourself to a second banana daiquiri,” Tib teased as Rip did refill his glass.

Wanda held out her glass for more and Rip topped her drink off.

“I’m a girl,” she said smugly. “Girls are supposed to like bananas.”

“The bigger the better?” Tib asked and Wanda squealed and slapped his arm.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she screeched.

Tib made a second blender of banana daiquiris and they continued talking and drinking until darkness came and the only light was from the candles and the kitchen light shining through the large window.

And then Wanda was making out with Tib, sucking on his tongue and thrusting her own tongue into his mouth. His hands were on her breasts, gently massaging then and teasing her fat nipples.

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Jason was a nineteen year old computer whiz who moved from his little home town in the Panhandle of West Texas to the big city of Los Angeles to attend UCLA under a full scholarship.

He found a small apartment near the university in May, intending to find a job to give himself some pocket money while he was in school.

He was picking up his mail at the apartment mail boxes when he heard a “Hi. You must be the young man who has moved in across the hall from me. I’m Harriet Lawson.”

Jason looked up to see a very attractive older woman smiling at him. He smiled shyly as he replied. “I am. My name is Jason. Jason Thompson.”

They chatted a few minutes. Mrs. Lawson quizzed him so deftly that Jason did not realize how much of himself he was revealing; that he was a computer nerd, shy around girls, from a small town, worried about money, going to attend school in the fall, looking for work, and lonely.

Jason discovered that Mrs. Lawson was a secretary for a law firm and had an eighteen year old daughter who was going to USC in the fall. Her daughter was an art major but was completely illiterate in computers.

He thought Mrs. Lawson was the sexiest lady he had ever seen. He let her precede him up the stairs to the second floor where they had apartments across the hall from each other.

By the time he arrived at the top of the stairs he had a raging hardon from watching her sexy hips swivel her tight buns back and forth. She wore a mini skirt and he had a good look most of the way up her legs.

Mrs. Lawson liked what she saw. Jason was a solidly built young man, a few inches taller than she. He had a rugged square-jawed face, full lips, blond hair, and green eyes. She was well aware that he was staring up her skirt all he way up the stairs; adding a little extra wiggle in her ass to keep him staring.

She thought about him as she put away the packages she had brought home. She was divorced, having thrown out a philandering husband when she discovered he cruised for men in the evenings when he was supposed to be working.

Mrs. Lawson was a highly sexed woman who did not get enough when she was married and craved sex now, not having a steady partner. One night stands did not appeal to her. She licked her lips thoughtfully, wondering how difficult it would be to seduce Jason.

Not difficult at all, as it turned out. Jason was horny, tired of being a virgin, and ready for sex. He came from farm country and the women where he lived were sturdy creatures about as inviting to Jason as the farm animals he had to care for from the time he was a child until now.

Jason lusted after sex. He had spent hours browsing porn sites gaping at naked women; their tits and pussies, their sexy mouths wrapped around a cock, pussies being licked and sucked by women and men. He had never downloaded anything because he did not have a credit card or a bank account or enough money to buy a money order, even if he could get one.

Mrs. Lawson paid attention to Jason’s schedule and made sure they crossed paths often in the weeks since they met. She always had something in her arms and let him take them from her, letting some part of her body touch him each time; an arm, a shoulder, a hip, a breast.

Within two weeks Jason had a hardon every time he saw Mrs. Lawson. Mrs. Lawson judged that the time was right to give Jason what they both wanted. They met at the mailboxes, as usual. Mrs. Lawson let Jason take her packages from her, his cock stiffening from the touch of her thigh and breast as he walked up the stairs with her, now side by side. Mrs. Lawson opened the door to her apartment and led Jason into the living room where he put down the packages.

For some reason Jason never understood Mrs. Lawson slipped and started to fall. Jason reached out and kept her upright and found himself holding her in his arms. His hard cock was pressed into her and her head was resting on his chest.

Mrs. Lawson lifted her head as she put her arms around his neck. Her hands pulled his head downward as she lifted her face to him. Suddenly Jason found her soft, warm lips pressed to his and a tongue licking along his lips.

Jason’s hands were shaking as he held Mrs. Lawson. He had never felt so excited sexually in his life. He nearly came in his pants as he returned Mrs. Lawson’s kiss. They held each other for what seemed to Jason to be an eternity; an eternity of bliss.

Without thinking of what he was doing, Jason had let his hands wander down Mrs. Lawson’s back as they kissed. He gripped her buttocks in his hands, pulling her against his crotch tightly. His hard cock bored into her tight skirt, pressing into her crotch.

Mrs. Lawson’s hands were also busy, stroking Jason’s scalp, touching his cheeks lightly. She pressed herself against Jason, her firm breasts warming his chest, her pussy rubbing against his cock.

Judging the time perfectly, she pulled her mouth from Jason’s and put her cheek against his chest. “I have been so lonely, şişli escort Jason.” She whispered. She looked up into his face. “You are so kind to kiss an old woman like me.”

Jason swallowed as he stared into the most beautiful face he had ever seen outside of the porn sites he visited. “Oh, Mrs. Lawson. You are not an old woman and I liked kissing you.”

“Jason. You are so kind. Would you like to kiss me again?”

Jason, too tongue tied to speak, nodded and let Mrs. Lawson lead him to her couch. They sat down and their lips were again fastened together. Jason’s hands were now all over the sexy Mrs. Lawson’s body. He touched her breasts and suddenly found her blouse and bra off and on the floor.

His mouth went to her tits and a hand to her thighs, which parted and allowed his hand to touch a woman’s crotch for the first time. He nearly passed out from the excitement.

Mrs. Lawson was getting pretty excited herself. Jason’s eager, greedy mouth on her tits was getting her turned on and when his fingers began to play with the crotch of her panties her pussy quivered and began to send a stream of her juices down her vagina.

She helped Jason out of his cloths and removed the rest of hers as she led them to her bedroom. She propped a pillow under her ass and pulled Jason down on top of her.

Jason was in a state of sexual shock at this point. He watched as if he were an alien from outer space as Mrs. Lawson took his cock in her hand and rubbed the head along the outer lips of her pussy. He nearly ejaculated from the feel of her pussy lips against his cock head.

Mrs. Lawson was almost ready to cum herself. Her hand guided his cock into her pussy as she raised her hips, impaling his meat inside her hot, moist, flexing vagina. She found her clit with a finger and rubbed it gently as cock and pussy became one.

Jason’s cock twitched and jerked in her pussy and the best feelings Jason had ever had in his life came to his brain from his cock. He raised and lowered his hips, guided by Mrs. Lawson’s hands, his body in synch with that of Mrs. Lawson’s.

“I’m going to cum, Mrs. Lawson.” He said. His face strained from the tension emanating from his loins. Mts. Lawson pulled his mouth to her tits, telling him to try to keep from cumming for another minute.

Jason concentrated on the feel and taste of the firm yet soft flesh of her tits and nipples and willed himself not to cum. Soon, though, the warm, wet, slippery pussy of Mrs. Lawson, working his cock as if her pussy were a milking machine, had him spurting into her pussy.

Harriet Lawson’s greedy pussy exploded just as his hot load invaded her vagina. The flood from his spurting cock, jerking inside her set her off. She held his cock in the tight grip of her spasming pussy, pulling from him every bit of cum she could, making her own orgasm last as long as she could.

Jason’s body was trembling and his cock wilting from his first vaginal fuck. He lifted his face from Mrs. Lawson’s breasts. He was a little scared; scared that he had raped this woman. It had all happened so fast he wasn’t sure just how he got his cock inside her. He was scared but he knew he wanted to fuck some more.

“I’m. I’m sorry, Mrs. Lawson.” He stammered, a look of worry and fear on his face.

Mrs. Lawson put a finger to his lips. “Shush, Jason. I’m not sorry. You just got a little carried away and I didn’t want to stop you.” She patted his cheek. “You were a good lover.”

Jason’s mouth split his face with his smile. A good lover, she called me. She didn’t want to stop me. Wow. “I’m so happy, Mrs. Lawson. I’ve never had sex before.”

Harriet smiled at him, having surmised as much. He had been good, for his first time. His equipment was certainly more than adequate, filling her tight pussy nicely. She flexed her vaginal muscles around his now wilted cock, bringing it back to life.

“Would you like to do that again, Jason?” She asked him, a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Lawson. I would.”

Harriet pulled at his cock telling Jason. “I think you should call me Harriet now that we have become lovers.”

Jason’s chest swelled. Lovers. She said we were lovers. He licked his lips. “I will, Mrs….Harriet.”

Harriet Lawson guided Jason through four satisfying fucks, teaching him how to play with her clit as he fucked her and how to control himself so as to not shoot off too soon.

She was delighted at how quickly he learned. I wonder if he will learn to like pussy eating as much as he likes fucking? She mused as she came down from her last orgasm.

Jason was wondering the same thing. Many of the porn sites he looked at showed women licking off other women. Seldom did he see a man licking off a woman, but he found lots of stories that described how much men liked doing it. He knew he was going to try it.

He asked Harriet if he could come to her apartment the next day. She demurred, telling him her daughter would be home. She did taksim escort agree, after Jason begged her, to come to his apartment.

He had her in his arms the moment she came through the door, his lips pressed to hers, tongue licking at hers.

Harriet was thrilled that this boy was so sexually alive. Her heart thumped and her pussy juiced as she felt the urgency in his body. Her tongue danced with his in a sexual duet, further inflaming Jason.

His fingers trembling from the sexual tension in his body, Jason undid Harriet’s blouse. She shrugged it off. Almost before it hit the floor Jason had her bra off and his mouth on her tits. A hungry moan escaped his mouth as he sucked and licked these succulent orbs.

Harriet bit her lip excitedly as she held Jason’s head to her tasty breasts. “Let’s go into your bedroom baby.” She told him, taking him by the hand.

They stripped quickly and lay down on the bed. Jason kissed her again as he fondled her breasts and pussy. His mouth moved to her tits quickly. He loved the feel of her breasts and nipples in his mouth; so firm, so elastic, so satisfying.

Harriet’s pussy spasmed and juiced. She licked her lips, enthralled by the ravenous way Jason went after her body. She stroked his face and felt her pussy quake when his mouth moved from her tits down her body, kissing her taut skin avidly and licking a trail down to her flat tummy.

He kissed her navel, sending a thrill to her pussy. Harriet felt a sexual rush when Jason twisted his body around in order to get his head between her thighs. She sighed and closed her eyes. Oh. He is wonderful, she thought. I just love this boy.

Jason, his mind’s eye following line by line some of his favorite pussy-licking stories, began his oral assault of Harriet’s pussy. He began by licking and kissing her inner thighs, sending little tremors of joy over Harriet’s body.

He licked back and forth across her crotch, his tongue flicking at her outer lips. Jason put his hands under her ass, holding her firm ass cheeks in his grasp, loving the feel of them in his hands.

His eyes nearly glazed over with the lust that filled his body and mind, Jason stared at the full, red, engorged lips and silky pubic hair that surrounded them. God. They are beautiful, he thought.

He looked up at Harriet’s face, his eyes traveling up her flat tummy, her uptilted breasts tipped with firm red nipples to her face. “You’re so beautiful.” He told her. “I love your pussy.”

Harriet smiled at him and lifted her hips, pushing her pussy against his mouth. “It’s all yours, Jason.” She told him, her hands caressing his scalp.

Jason opened his mouth and put it around her outer lips. Holding them as if he had the crown jewels in his mouth, he licked at them. All around her outer lips his tongue licked. And then he slid his tongue between them, sluicing it up and down the tender sensitive skin.

Harriet’s breathing was getting ragged as she felt the joy her pussy was creating for Jason and for her as Jason continued to lick and suck at her pussy. Her skin crawled as she watched Jason’s intent concentration on her pussy. She licked her lips, a sense of anticipation sending a trickle of love juice down her channel of love.

Jason sucked and licked at her red, swollen, rubbery pussy lips. He closed his eyes to better concentrate on what he was doing. And then his tongue licked up between these outer lips, between the inner lips, and to Harriet’s clit, which was erect and peaking out from her inner lips.

The feel of his tongue on her clit sent an electric shock of sexual excitement through Harriet’s body. She lifted her hips automatically, fucking at Jason’s face, rubbing her clit over his mouth. “That is so exciting, Jason. You are making me so happy.”

The sound of her voice exhilarated Jason. I’m making her happy. I’m exciting her. Oh God. I am so lucky to have found Harriet. I just love her pussy. I’m going to love having her orgasming while I lick her clit.

And orgasm Harriet did, many times. Jason played her clit the way a concert violinist plays a fine instrument. Her clit and his tongue were symbiotically related instruments of sexual gratification. Jason received as much pleasure as he gave and Harriet soon came to realize this truth.

Her voice sang with joy as she urged Jason to get her off again and again. She filled his mouth with her cum and was thrilled when he licked and sucked her cum from her juicing pussy.

It had to come to an end. Harriet’s muscles were exhausted from tensing and releasing them each time she climaxed. She forced Jason’s mouth from her pussy, telling him. “Jason. I love what you are doing but I have to rest for a while. You have worn me out with love. I have never been loved this way before and I am grateful to you.”

Jason laid his head on her breast, licking and sucking at a nipple. He then turned his face toward Harriet’s, telling her. “I’m so happy. You have made me the çapa escort happiest man in the world. I love having you cum in my mouth. It is the greatest feeling in the world.”

Harriet put his mouth back to her tit. Her entire body was full of bliss. Easting my pussy makes him happy? He loves having me cum in his mouth? She hugged his face to her tits as she contemplated what this meant for Jason and her. Her pussy spasmed as she thought of having Jason’s head between her thighs again and again and again.

When Harriet had regained her strength, she and Jason fucked and fucked and fucked. Four times he shot off inside her loving vagina. The walls of her vagina grasping and releasing his cock sent shock wave after shock wave of sexual joy to his brain.

A few days later Jason was about to go into his apartment when he saw a young woman insert a key into the door of the apartment across from his, Harriet Lawson’s apartment. This must be her daughter, he thought.

He looked her up and down and was instantly hard. She is a smaller edition of her mother, he thought. Just then the young woman turned and faced Jason.

She put out her hand. “You must be Jason. I’m Angelina. My mother has told me about you. I’m glad we met finally.”

Jason took her hand, trying not to stare at Angelina’s nice tits. “Hi, Angelina. It’s nice to met you also.”

They chatted a bit about how excited they were about going to college in the fall. Angelina told him she was going to need some help getting up to speed on a computer. Her mother was a whiz but Angelina told him, shaking her head. “She couldn’t teach a dog to bark.”

Jason volunteered to teach her and they set up a date for her to come to his apartment and get started.

Angelina hummed as she entered her apartment. I think I know why mother has been in such a good mood lately. That boy’s face lit up when I mentioned my mother. A very nice lady, he called her. Ha. I bet she is nice to him and him to her.

Angelina was tired, as had been Jason, of her virgin status. She decided to get some of what her mother was getting. The afternoon of her first lesson she wore a very short mini skirt and a scooped out blouse that showed the soft upper curves of her sexy breasts. She did not wear a bra. That should get his attention, she told herself.

It did. Jason was hard as soon as she came in the door. He put her in front of one of his computers while he sat across from her in front of his second computer. He had a good look at her legs and when she crossed them a perfect view of the tiny piece of blue cloth that covered her crotch.

When Angelina asked him a question he would stand at her shoulder, staring down her blouse, admiring her firm, shapely tits.

They set up a schedule. Angelina would come by his apartment every other day; Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for an hour.

Jason made love with Harriet on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Sunday was a day of rest for all three. Angelina soon figured out that her mother was having sex with Jason the days he was not teaching her.

When she decided she had learned the basics from Jason she felt it was time to move on to phase two of her plan. Wearing her tightest, shortest mini skirt and tightest sweater she met him on a Friday afternoon.

Jason’s dick came to attention when he saw her. He licked his lips as he looked up her skirt when she sat down facing her computer. The tiny band of cloth was caught between her pussy lips and he could see them clearly beneath the cloth.

Angelina looked up and caught his eye. “Something wrong?” She asked him, a puzzled look on her face.

“No. No.” Jason told her before he returned his gaze to her crotch.

Angelina decided to be more aggressive. This has gone on long enough, she thought. If I don’t do something nothing may happen and I will have wasted a lot of time.

Suiting action to words, she rose from her chair and moved to where Jason was seated. She sat down on his lap and asked him. “Have you ever wanted to kiss me?”

Jason was stunned to feel her warm ass pressed against his hard cock. He looked into her eyes and melted. Instead of answering, he put his lips to hers and slipped his tongue between her lips.

Angelina sighed when she felt his tongue and let hers dance a sexual dance with his. Jason’s hands were soon on her breasts and her thighs, feeling her up.

Having practiced the move many times with Harriet, Jason unfastened Angelina’s blouse . Angelina followed it with her eyes as he tossed it onto a nearby chair. Her pussy spasmed as she told herself, it is really going to happen. I’m going to have sex.

Jason picked her up and carried her to his bedroom where he proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes and his. He lay her down on the bed and lay down beside her.

Following the script he had practiced many times with Harriet he kissed and licked her tits and tummy and pussy, bringing great sexual joy to Angelina.

When she was exhausted from cumming in his mouth he let her rest and then fucked her silly, cumming in her hot pussy three times.

Harriet recognized a fucked-out daughter as soon as she saw her. She was pleased that it was Jason who was the one to take her daughter’s virginity.

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Chris watched the girl walking on the pavement. She had short blonde hair that revealed the back of her neck. She had no tits to speak of but a beautiful ass. Chris was stuck in a traffic jam with Bernice his secretary. They were on their way to a meeting and the car had barely moved in the last half hour.

“She’s cute,” said Chris.

“Who?” said Bernice.

“The girl in the long brown skirt, looks like a student.”

“Too skinny, no tits. I thought you liked real women.”

Bernice was what you might call a real woman, 34D breasts, big arse, sexy legs, long blond hair.

“I like all women, I have a problem.”

Chris did have a problem, for four months now he and Bernice had been having an affair behind his wife’s back. The sex was great but he couldn’t work, he couldn’t sleep and he still couldn’t take his mind off other girls. He took his hands off the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He tried to picture the girl on the pavement naked and sitting on top of him.

“We’re going to miss that meeting,” said Bernice.

“We’re going to miss that meeting and it’s going to take ages to get back to the office. It’s been a wasted morning.” agreed Chris.

“Think about all the better things we could have been doing.” Despite the strong attraction between them Chris knew this affair wasn’t serious. Bernice was using sex to work her way up the ladder. She’d admitted this already and he’d given her a pay rise for her honesty but it didn’t stop the guilt. He loved his wife but there was something missing. At first he thought he’d found it in Bernice who was certainly different to his slim, brunette wife. Bernice could make him come like a rocket, he loved to kiss and suck her tits. He loved to grab her sexy bottom as she wrapped her strong legs round his back. She could give him give a blow job like his wife never could. Often she would get down on her knees whilst he was on the phone and put his cock in her mouth. She would make him shoot into her mouth by jiggling his nuts around in her hand and touching him right underneath between his balls and arse. Afterwards he felt lost. The guilt would overcome him and he would send her from the room without a thank you. What was it that neither his wife nor his mistress could give him? Chris looked at the cute blonde who was beginning to disappear from his view. He was gazing at the back of her neck. Could that girl give him what he wanted?

“We’ve never had sex in your car before.”

Chris looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Its broad daylight, in the middle of London, in a traffic jam.”

“So that’s a no then?”

“Yes, that’s a no.”

“I’m just teasing you,” said Bernice re-doing her long brown hair into the tight bun at the back of her head. Bernice was always smart for work. She tied her hair back neatly, and wore expensive suits with skirts that stopped just above the knee. She had sensible shoes with just inch high heels and a thin ankle strap that drove Chris insane. She wore fitted tailored blouses that showed off the shape of her chest without being tight or slutty. Bernice was short sighted and had to wear horn rimmed glasses most of the day. Chris liked her to keep them on when they made love. There was always a surprise waiting underneath this professional exterior, skimpy thongs, suspenders, garter belts and sexy lace bras. In meetings Bernice would sit next to Chris with her legs crossed, shifting her skirt so she flashed Chris a glimpse of her stocking tops and the bare flesh of her thighs. Sometimes her hand would stray onto his lap to make sure his big cock was as hard as a rock.

“You have had sex in a car though?” she asked.

“Kirsty, used to be mad for it when we were first married,” said Chris. “She was always asking me to pull into a car park on the way home from a party.”

“Dressed in her party dress?”

Chris smiled, you’d think she wouldn’t want to talk about his wife but Bernice never knew where to draw the line. She didn’t know there was a line.

“Was she dressed in some short party dress with her best jewellery? High heels and make up?” Bernice continued. “Did you drive some where quiet or somewhere where you could be seen?”

“It takes a while for Kirsty to get adventurous. At first it would be industrial estates and stuff, but as she got used to it, her naughty side came out and she would ask me to stop in lay-bys on main roads.”

“Did you like that, screwing your wife in the back of your car? Were you thinking that some trucker might see her arse in his headlights? Did you think that some driver might fantasize about fucking your wife?”

Chris laughed. “I didn’t screw her in the back,” he paused and looked directly at Bernice. “She would put her seat right back as far as it could go. She would take of her panties and make me smell them. Then she would put her high heels up on the dashboard as far apart as they could go. Her dress would be up to her waist and I would climb on to her and fuck her. Her legs would be over my shoulders so I could get in good and deep, her heels clinking against the front windscreen. She would whimper like a little puppy. Sometimes I would come inside her but other times she nişantaşı escort liked me to take out my cock and shower my jizz over her best party dress. Afterward she would scoop some off her dress and suck it off her finger. Satisfied?”

Bernice was giggling, “Of course not.”

The car in front pulled away, and for a minute it seemed like the traffic was moving. Chris looked around to see if he could see the blonde girl again but she was gone. They pulled to a halt again.

“I lost my virginity in a car,” said Bernice playing with the hem of her skirt.

“Tell me about it, we’ve got time.”

“I come from a small town in Essex. I was eighteen and when you’re that age you feel so trapped in those places. The only way to gain freedom is to have a car as soon as you’re old enough. One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen, three of us were walking around town. It was hot and sticky, we were all wearing summer dresses and….”

“You were over eighteen, that’s quite old to be losing your virginity isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it took me a long time to lose my virginity. In my twenties I really made up for lost time, and got myself lots of cock.”

“What did you look like at eighteen?”

“Much like I do now, though my tits were perkier, big puffy white tits that stood up to greet you. I hadn’t got used to wearing bras though and on a hot day like that I wouldn’t have been. I knew even then how the guys liked to stare at my tits. A few cars had honked their horns at us, already that day. We were just so hot and bored. I remember my fanny getting so sweaty, my panties rubbing up against it. I guess now looking back on it we were as horny as hell, but then it felt like boredom.”

“Had you been kissed before?” asked Chris.

“I’d had a boyfriend for about three months at one point! We didn’t get very far though. Long fumbling kisses at the back of the cinema but that’s about it. I let him put his hand up my skirt once but it didn’t do much for me, I don’t think it did much for him either.”

Bernice’s hands were still at the edge of her skirt and looking itchy. Chris felt the beginning of a hard on.

“So anyway we were walking along the road when this Ford Cortina pulled up beside us. Inside were two older boys we knew vaguely. The boy in the passenger seat was Pete, a friend of my brothers. They asked us if we fancied a lift. My friend Sarah was very sensible and cried off immediately saying we must be stupid to even consider going off with them. Laura, my other friend, was much more experienced than me and had already been with a boy. In those days I did anything she said, so I followed her into the car. Laura sat next to Gav who was driving and Pete sat in the back with me. Pete seemed very nervous and it took him a while before he’d even look at me. Things were going fine in the front seat though, Laura was laughing at all of Gav’s jokes and keep placing her hand on his knee. We decided to go to South Weald, a massive park out in Essex. We took the car a little way down a track into the woods and then parked up. It didn’t take long before Laura and Gav were kissing. I wanted to learn so I watched them intently. Laura still had her hand on Gav’s knee, she was leaning forward and had her tongue in his mouth. They were moving their heads around clumsily and eating each other’s faces in the way that teenagers do. There were soft wet sounds as they kept finding new ways to get their tongues deeper into each other’s mouths. Gav put his hand on Lauras chest and started moving it around like he was washing a window. Laura touched Gav’s lap where I could see a bulge. I was amazed at how Laura seemed to know what she was doing she started to rub the bulge making it twitch and throb.”

“Were you turned on?” asked Chris.

“Not really, just incredibly curious.” The car still wasn’t going anywhere. Chris looked down and saw Bernice slowly hitching her skirt up to her stockings.

“Laura started to make little moaning noises as she explored Gav’s mouth. Then I felt a hand on me knee, Pete had woken up! His hand was shaking so much, the poor lamb. There was never much doubt as to what would happen so I turned around and started kissing him. It was obviously his first time because he didn’t even move his tongue. I started moving mine around, trying to give him the general idea and slowly he caught on. His hand moved ever so slightly up my thigh, but soon stopped. I heard a moan from the front seat. I wanted to carry on kissing but was desperate to see what they were doing, if only to find out what I should do next. Like Laura I moved my hand onto Pete’s lap and found a stiff penis underneath his trousers. It moved when I touched it. I was quite taken with it. I was tempted to just poke around his crotch, finding out what I could get this strange bulge to do. Pete started kissing me more roughly now, and grabbed the back of my neck. I pulled away quickly. ‘Hey! Stop that. Don’t be rough!’ Pete looked very shocked, he was only learning. He said he was sorry and I started kissing him again, rubbing the lump in his trousers.”

“Was this guy attractive?”

“It’s hard to say, it was unimportant to me at istanbul escorts the time, I just wanted to learn a bit more you know? I remember being relieved that his breath smelt fresh.”

Bernice had now pulled her skirt up so that Chris could see the tops of her tan stockings and the black suspenders that held them in place. He looked at the soft white skin of her thighs and wanted to get down there and lick the insides of her legs.

“We were kissing nice and slow and I think we were both actually starting to enjoy it. I was starting to like the feel of his tongue moving around my mouth, he was trying different things, little flicks and stuff. Occasionally he would come out and kiss me on the nose, which I thought was very cute. I was getting into stroking his cock through his trousers too, feeling it react to my touch. I was hearing groans from the front seat but now it sounded like Laura was protesting a little. I was worried about my friend and was just about to turn around to find out what was going on when suddenly Laura shouted; ‘No! I said no!’ I turned away from Pete and saw her pulling down her dress as she got out of the car. ‘Come on Bernie, we’re leaving’ she shouted as she slammed the car door and stormed off into the woods. This left me in quite a predicament. I wanted to follow Laura but she run off so quickly I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to find where she’d got to, plus we were miles from home. At the same time I was wary of being left in a car in the woods with two horny teenage boys.”

“Naturally,” said Chris.

“I went to follow Laura but Pete grabbed my arm; ‘Don’t go, we were having a good time.’ Gav was cursing his luck; ‘Fucking stupid bitch, why’d she have to run off.’ We discussed whether we should go and look for her or if we should just go home, we decided to wait in the car thinking that eventually she would have to come back to us for a lift. Understandably it was a little uncomfortable in the car for a while but eventually me and Pete started kissing again. I put my hand on his lap and found he was still hard. He put his hand a bit further up my leg right by the hem of my dress.”

“Describe that dress to me,” said Chris.

“It was pretty; it was white with tiny red flowers all over it. It had short blousy sleeves and had red buttons down the front. It was loose fitting, not particularly sexy but it was quite short, stopping half way down my thighs. Pete started to move his hand up my thigh so his fingers were underneath my skirt. His other hand was stroking my neck. I was trying to figure out what Gav had done to upset Laura and when I should consider that Pete was going too far. It was hard though, Petes hand up my skirt was making my heart race and I really didn’t want him to stop. When he put his hand up further so he was touching the edge of my panties I didn’t say anything, but just froze for a moment. Pete was conscious of Gav in the front and whispered in my ear; ‘Can I touch you there?’ I said he could. He lightly touched the cotton in betweens my legs and now it was my turn to quiver and twitch at his touch. My heart started pounding each time he touched my pussy. I could feel my nipples start to tingle. I started to rub his cock a little more though his trousers as I kissed him some more. I moved round to his ear and flicked my tongue in there, which made him shudder. ‘You can put your hand inside if you like’ I said. He pulled down my panties a little and found me to be wet. He didn’t know what to do, but it was the first time I’d had a boy’s hand inside there so I didn’t know either. He started rubbing my vagina and it felt good.”

In the car Bernice had pulled her skirt up all the way so Chris could see her sheer see-through black panties. Chris could see her neatly trimmed bush up against the material. Bernice was rubbing herself, as was Chris.

“Did you shave yourself back then?” asked Chris.

“No of course not, I had a big hairy pussy like all girls of that age, and Pete was running his hands through my thick bush, making it wetter and wetter. ‘Its wet,’ said Pete. ‘Your doing that, your making me wet with your hands,’ I replied. Pete told me that I could touch his penis if I wanted, and I could barely contain myself. I undone his trouser button and pulled down his zipper. His penis was straining to get out of his boxer shorts. I pulled the flap to one side and his stiff cock sprung out. It was the first one I’d seen and now in retrospect I can see that it wasn’t so big, but back then it seemed enormous and I couldn’t believe that such a thing would fit inside me. I touched it hesitantly and was surprised to find it soft to the touch but at the same time hard and rigid underneath the tender exterior. I kept touching it and Pete made little sighs. I felt certain that Gav must have been watching us in his mirror but I tried to cast it from my mind.”

Bernice had her hand inside her panties and was stroking her warm wet slit. Chris decided to join her and undid his trousers and started massaging his cock.

“I took his penis in my hand and started moving my hand up and down. I didn’t know if I was doing it right but Pete certainly seemed to like it started to move his bağcılar escort hips in time with my hand. He still had his hand on my pussy, but I knew where I wanted him to touch me. I put my free hand inside my panties with his and guided his fingers to my clit. ‘There, just touch it lightly,’ I said.”

“I bet you did, you dirty girl,” said Chris, “Did you know you were going to let him fuck you.”

“I knew it was the furthest I’d ever been with a boy and certainly the most fun I’d had. I was incredibly turned on and didn’t want him to stop. I was thinking about what it might be like to have a cock inside me, imagining what it would feel like. I couldn’t take my eyes off it; just standing there in my hands looking like it was going to burst. Pete started rubbing me around my clit, he was being too rough, but I didn’t complain, as it still felt good. Whilst making me wetter with one hand he started to undo my dress buttons with the other. He did it slowly still not sure when I would stop him but I let him undo all the buttons which went down to my stomach. He pull my dress aside and let my tits fall out. It felt good to have my boobs out in the summer heat, my puffy teenage breasts free to roam and my nipples rock hard. He grabbed my right tit roughly. ‘No!’ I said, ‘kiss them, kiss my nipples’. He took his hands away and started kissing and licking my nipples.”

Bernice was frigging her clit and playing with her nipples through her work blouse. “and you were still given him a wank?” asked Chris.

“Sure do you want me to show you?”

“Oh yes.”

“Like this,” said Bernice taking his penis in her hand and moving her hand up and down his shaft. “Just like that, do you suppose he liked it?”

“Seeing your virgin titties for the first time I don’t understand why he didn’t just come all over you.” Chris was close to shooting off himself, he was trying to regain control.

“Do you suppose he wanted to fuck me?”

“I know he did, he wanted his cock inside you, he wanted to come as soon as possible”, said Chris panting.

“That’s what he said. He said, ‘I don’t think I can last much more’. I took my hand away from his cock and said, ‘Do you want to?’ he just nodded.”

“Was that other guy still watching and listening from the front seat?”

“I guess so.”

“And did that make you even hornier?” asked Chris.

“It does now, thinking about it years later whilst I play with myself and beat off my boss. Two horny boys and one virgin girl with her tits out and her pussy all dripping, I suppose they both wanted to take me don’t you?”

“I think if you’d have let them they would have both fucked you, hard and quick, one after the other.”

“Pete pulled my panties down my legs and I helped him get them over my shoes. I pulled my dress up and swung my legs around so they were either side of Pete. I moved to get comfortable, my bare ass sticking to the hot vinyl seats. I rested my head against the rear passenger door. Pete was pulling off his trousers and pants, his stiff cock waving around. He got himself between my legs awkwardly. I pulled my dress down over my shoulders so that it was bunched around my waist then got my legs as far apart as they would go, one up on the back shelf and one on the headrest of Gav’s seat.”

“That guy must have been playing with himself.”

“Probably, but I didn’t care anymore, I was nervous but I was more than ready for my first fuck. My heart was pounding with nerves but I knew I wanted this guy to be the first to put his cock inside me. My pussy was aching to find out what a real cock would feel like. I said ‘Here let me help you’ and took his cock and guided his helmet to the lips of my pussy. He started to push his way in and I parted my lips for him with my fingers. He pushed a little more and then his helmet slipped into my cunt.”

“Was it tight down there baby?”

“Oh yes it was tight. I got myself as wet as a girl can be but I was still virgin tight. The walls of my cunt were tight around his little cock and I didn’t know how he was going to get in any further. He pushed a bit more forcefully and it started to hurt a little. He pulled out and pushed in a little further, my pussy juices starting to get everything moving.”

Bernice was still tugging at her clit, whilst playing with Chris’s throbbing cock.

“With a big grunt Pete pushed himself all the way up my tight cunt and took my virginity. I let out a little scream and he grabbed one of my tits. He started rocking back and forth now, my wetness allowing him to move more easily. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of being fucked for the very first time. Each time he reached the end of one of his thrusts I felt it right thought my body, especially at my sensitive nipples. ‘Pinch my tit’ I said and he did, pinching and rubbing my tit, whilst moving his cute cock up and down inside me. I heard some movement from the front seat, I guess it must have been Gav playing with himself but I tired to shut it out and concentrate on this increasingly hard fuck I was being given. Suddenly Pete let out a cry ‘Gav, What do you think you’re doing?’ I opened my eyes to see Gav in between the seats, facing us, with his huge erect cock in his hands. Until recently I’d never seen a cock, now I’d seen two! ‘Don’t stop man!’ said Gav beating himself off, his cock only a foot or so away from me. ‘Carry on, I’m just watching, let me watch.’ Gav’s cock was much bigger than Petes.. and……”

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Clipping Her Wings

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***This might be of interest: For readers of my other stories, His Sister’s Tutor and Choice Matters, this actually can be considered kind of a precursor to them which I had written many, many years before. I had lost the floppy disk this was stored on and by some elaborate circumstance, I stumbled upon it again recently. It might be hard to see but there are some “fingerprints” with plot points and characters. I edited it and fixed it up a bit, but it still is representative of my earlier works and youthful notions and interests. If anything, by submitting it to Literotica it’ll at least be preserved should I lose the floppy again! Thank you always in advance for taking the time to read and comment.***

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Clara Pembroke was an alluring and elusive beauty. The description suited her. She had caught the eye of many men but not because she was “sexy” or a “striking beauty”. She was pretty, very pretty, but it was more like something about her nature that seemed to draw the attention of men. And that was the problem: often the guys weren’t quite sure what it was about her that got them turning their heads and walking in circles to see her. That made things difficult because how do you claim something that causes you more confusion than clarity?

At any moment she could various combinations of so many qualities: kind, spiritual, attentive, serious, smart, funny, coy, prim, playful, on and on. And what beauty that laid within her emanated ten-fold to her outer attractiveness.

A simple beauty, make up or no, Clara’s natural physical qualities were never hidden. She had wide hazel eyes which could unnerve people as they seemingly peered into their minds, giving each person she spoke to her full undivided attention. It was impossible to pull away from them. Her eyes were the centerpiece of a genuinely caring face framed by flowing dark honey locks that at one moment could be hanging down past her shoulders, and the next curled up properly in a neat bun behind her head, only wispy strands that casually dangled down to her neck saving her from looking at all matronly. She always wore simple yet demure clothes, nothing that could be described as revealing or sexy. But if you asked some, Clara could make a full length summer dress sway and flow as seductively as a lace nighty.

Alluring and elusive. Those qualities had been her shield whether deliberate or not. Many men who had first caught a glimpse of her would often walk by with barely a slight glance, but after a few steps, they would turn around and take a second, longer, almost curious look. Within moments after that, for some reason, their hearts were beating a little faster, their palms a little warmer. It wouldn’t be long before more and more of their time and attention would be dedicated to this young woman.

But somehow in her 24 years on earth, Clara managed to elude all of the advances of the opposite sex, and not necessarily deliberately. It was more like her suitors would self-destruct, their minds and libidos in turmoil as they struggled to decide if they wanted to protect this precious angel or pluck the feathers from her wings. Clara ended up with more men who she treated like her “older brother” or male “buddies” than she knew what to do with.

So it was that Clara, the object of many thoughts of love and lust, and the subject of much confusion and frustration, could side-step the awkward moments with various suitors. It meant that she was never in a steady relationship but then again, she never had much time to dedicate to a lasting relationship and she would never “sleep around”. That was the way she was raised. That’s what she believed. And once men came up against her beliefs, that shield easily deflected their come ons no matter how aggressive they were. Then again, maybe she just never met anyone she felt strong enough for to even those defences slide even a little. The person who could get his foot into that door may find opportunities with her even she couldn’t dare imagine.

She was an angel waiting to be stolen from Heaven.

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Clara walked down the cement corridor of aisle D in the warehouse. It was lunch time so the usually noisy building was nearly empty and silent. She looked up at the tall shelves holding stacks of boxes which contained hundreds of books. Christian books. They were the books her company distributed to specialty stores and churches around the country. Before she had started working in the front office, she had never figured Christian books to be such a big business. But after only working three months in the sales department, she knew the staff members at the thriving company were already being hard pressed to keep up with the demand.

Clara checked her clipboard and walked further down the corridor. She stopped at holding bay 56 and examined the numbers on the boxes. They were different than the ones she had on her clipboard. She shook her head. She looked around a bit then proceeded down aisle D, turned the corner then walked back nişantaşı escort up aisle C, glancing at all the bays and boxes.

Like a mouse in a maze, her actions weren’t going unnoticed.

“Hey, what’s she up to?” Josh nodded towards the young woman wandering the warehouse aisles before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“Looks like she’s checking inventory. Doesn’t seem to be having much luck, huh?” Damon said as he drank his coffee.

“Well, those admin honchos aren’t supposed to be walking around in this area. This is our turf,” Josh said, his mouth full of tuna.

“She’s not a ‘honcho’, she’s just a sales assistant,” Damon said pointedly, dismissing his partner’s blue-collar tactlessness, “Clara’s fine. She’s cool.”

The two of them were sitting on the stairs that led to the viewing office in the upper level of the warehouse. Actually Damon had noticed her when she had first come in. Josh was too busy rummaging through his lunch bag. Damon had become accustomed to spotting Clara wherever she was in the company’s complex.

For a month after she was briskly introduced to the ‘family’ of employees at the company, Damon paid her no more attention than any of the other office staff. Aside from daily hellos, they had spoken only for a few brief moments.

One time Clara came up to him with a playful grin on her face. She held up a book, “Final Truths: Beyond Earthly Fulfillment”. Damon blinked and frowned.

“Look,” she had said with a gentle smile, “Open it up.”

Damon sighed and took the book from her. He flipped through the pages quickly. Then he paused and said, “Waitaminute. All the pages are blank.”

“I know! The entire shipment is that way!” she said and laughed gleefully, “How’s that for “fulfilment”?!”

Despite himself, Damon looked at her and chuckled. He caught a glimpse of just how warm and pretty this girl was, the beauty of her face. As she whisked away to the next person to show off her little joke, he watched her. He admired how her slender body gracefully moved away from him, the way her skirt swayed gently as she moved, and her scent that trailed after her would from that point on become a familiar one to him.

A couple of days later, he heard some of the guys in the warehouse playing up their bravado and discussing which of the office girls they wouldn’t mind taking a crack at. Somebody mentioned Clara.

Damon chimed in, “Clara? Nah. She’s a nice kid. I don’t think she’s like that. She’s like an angel.”

“Hey! I’d like to clip some of her feathers!” somebody snorted and they all laughed luridly. More jokes about “taking her to heaven and back” and “showing her the light” followed.

Damon laughed with them. However, the thought of the other guys in the company making a play for her really got him thinking. Now his mind had begun to wander, and at every turn there was Clara.

Damon finished his coffee and placed the cup on the step beside Josh. “Well,” he said as he stood up and stretched, “May as well see what she wants.”

Clara had just made her way to the end of the aisle C still looking at the clipboard. As she turned the corner, she walked into Damon.

“Oh!” she yelped, dropping her clipboard which hit the floor with a rattle.

“Whoops! Watch it there!” Damon put his hands up to buffer her when she bumped into him, “You okay, Clara?”

Clara gasped as she caught her breath. She put a hand on her chest and steadied it, “Damon! You startled me!”

“No kidding?” Damon looked around with a goofy smile, “Is it my brilliant smile?”

She laughed and waved her hand at him, almost brushing his chest before she pulled back. Damon noted her motion with a curious tilt of his head.

“Yes, I was so blinded I nearly fell over,” she said jokingly.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he said, “Just came down to see if you needed some help. Oh, and I would never have let you fall, by the way.”

Clara paused to smile at his kind words. Her white teeth stretching her lips wide, and her eyes squinting as some colour formed in her cheeks. Damon realized how attractive she looked even with so little make up.

“I was just checking for something,” she said as she looked down for her clipboard. Some forms had scattered from it around the floor. She bent down to pick them up.

Damon squatted down and picked up a couple of papers at his feet. He stayed in the position, his hands resting on his knees as he watched her pick up the other sheets in front of him. She was stooped over. Her white, lace-lined crew neck top hung lazily down from her neck. Considering how protective he had been of her amongst the other warehouse guys in the past, he felt only a subconscious level of concern as he took the opportunity to peer down the gaping neck of her shirt, along her chest, to the top of her bosom nestled softly in her delicately patterned bra.

When she looked up he handed her the papers he had gathered.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“No etiler escort problem,” he replied as he stood up. He took her by the hand and elbow and helped her up, “Watch yourself.”

Again, Clara flashed a silent smile. Once standing she noticed that he hadn’t let go of her hand. She pulled it away and rubbed her wrist awkwardly.

Damon tilted his head and squinted.

She saw the questioning expression on his face, “Oh. My wrist gets stiff sometimes. We’re in the computer age after all. All that typing.”

Damon reached out and took her hand. He gently stroked it once, “Maybe you just need a good massage.” He smiled.

Clara watched him do this for a second, an uneasy swelling in her gut. Then she firmly pulled her hand away. Damon’s smile quickly faded. He had moved too fast.

Again she spoke softly, “But really, it only hurts once in awhile if I’m doing something with it for too long.”

“Well, that’s good. Don’t work it too hard then,” Damon said with genuine concern. Switching gears he asked, “So Clara, what brings you to the dungeon?”

Her attention quickly shifted back to the clipboard. She spoke matter-of-factly, “Well, if you could help…I had received a call from the North distribution center saying they were expecting a delivery yesterday. Our order records confirm that but I can’t find the shipping invoice. Their order was supposed to be in bay 56 but I checked the numbers on the boxes there and they don’t match.”

Damon rocked on his feet, his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. “Ah well, Miss Pembroke,” he said noting how she smiled and rolled her eyes at his formality, “You see the numbers don’t match because they’re not the same boxes.”

Clara crossed her arms and raised a coy eyebrow, “Ri-ight?”

“Beca-auuse the North shipment went out only this morning. We had a problem with the trucks yesterday and the delay backed us up. The North went out first thing this morning. They should be getting it right about….now! Bay 56 is now holding for the Southeast order,” he finished up with a wave of his hands and, “Ta-dah!”

Clearly she appreciated his animated explanation and broke down her only marginally professional demeanour. “Ah well,” she said nodding deliberately, “That would explain it. Thank you Mr.Garcia.”

She snapped off a mocking salute.

“Not at all. I’m good aren’t I?” he winked.

Clara slapped him in the arm with her clipboard and said in her most officially polite tone, “But next time we would very much appreciate it if you people in stocks would inform us of your adjustments in the shipping schedule. It would save us so much time and energy and I wouldn’t have to go wandering in your…’dungeon’ was it?”

Damon curled up and backed away like a disobedient pup and spoke like a yokel, “Okay, lady! Okay! Please! Please, don’t hurt me!”

Again she rolled her eyes.

“I got me a wife,” he moaned on, “I’ve got kids, Rico and Sally….and-and a dog, Damon Jr. Please! Think of the kids!!!”

Clara clicked her tongue then laughed as she swatted him with the clipboard again.

Damon reached out to push her away gently. As he moved her back, he suddenly realized his hand wasn’t on her shoulder. As he pushed, his felt the tender give of her soft breast beneath his fingers. In that brief moment, he had the urge to squeeze the finely shaped flesh in his palm.

Clara stepped back. The suddenly calm expression on her face gave little evidence to Damon as to whether she had noticed his unintentional touch, or if she had, what she was thinking. She cleared her throat, brushing a strand of hair around the back of her ear, and said, “Well, thanks for your help, Damon. I guess I should get back to the office.”

He nodded, smiling crookedly, curiously, and watched her as she walked past him. She pivoted around and walked backwards, smiling and waving back at him. Then she continued to saunter towards the exit with light steps.

Damon stood there, staring at her as she floated away towards the exit.

He thought about how, for months, after he had figured out that she was going to be in his head everyday, he had played out in his mind just what he wanted from her. Various ideas of finally finding someone he might want to build a long lasting relationship with mingled with thoughts of carnal desires, of primal urges. It was this part of himself he always found so difficult to deny. Now the blood surged in him as he held tight to the feeling of her breast in his hand. He wanted it there again and he wanted to explore more of her fine, supple body. Sooner, not later.

Clara turned just before she reached the door as she heard the slamming of heavy footsteps behind her. Damon ran up to her.

She faced him, holding her clipboard down between her hands. He slowed to a stop and drew a deep breath.

“Look Clara,” he said, “I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime.”

“Oh, uh,” she said hesitantly fatih escort while looking at him. Her eyes shifted past him.

“Friday. This Friday,” he gave her a firm date.

“Uh…,” she paused for a long moment, blinking as she thought. “Okay. That would be nice.”

“Well, great,” Damon said trying to sound excited but he found the expression on her face to be more of concern than enthusiasm, “I’ll pick you up at your place after work? Maybe we could go for dinner, a movie?”

“Sure. That would be fine. Okay.”

“Okay?” Damon repeated still troubled by her muted response.

“Alright. Bye,” Clara said quickly then exited.

Again Damon found himself just standing and staring, this time watching the door slowly close. It was his turn to notice footsteps coming up from behind him. He turned and looked at Josh.

“So,” Josh started, putting his hand on Damon’s shoulder, “Got yourself a date with the nun?”

Damon walked away from him, letting Josh’s hand slide off, “She’s not Catholic, Josh. And she’s nothing like a nun.”

“Oh I know! I’m kidding!” Josh smirked, “Never met a nun that made me want to go to a washroom stall for some private time.”

The two went up the stairs. “So what’s on the agenda, then?” Josh continued, “Go out for dinner? A show? Clubs?”

As Damon opened the door to the office, he said in a low, barely audible voice, “I’m going to see if I can blow out a candle.”

Clara walked the office halls slowly, her gaze fixed on the fading green carpet before her. She was in a familiar moment: A guy asking her out of the blue to go out on a date with him and she accepting the invitation, more out of politeness that actual interest. But it wasn’t that she was totally uninterested in Damon. If she didn’t want to go she would have said so no problem. Damon seemed like a nice guy whom she felt comfortable talking to and acting playful with. That was enough for her to accept his invitation.

Physically, he was attractive with wavy black hair that fell to his neck and wide dark eyes. He liked to keep himself clean cut, his skin smooth and toned. He was what the other women in the office described as their “Spicey Spaniard”. Clara didn’t go for things like that, though.

If she searched her mind and heart deeper, however, she knew there was something a little bit more to him that stirred her curiousity. Damon was a person of serious intent and determined conviction. She recalled the day they had break together at the picnic table in the small patch of grass in the company’s parking lot. She had mentioned that she was considering taking some extra credit business courses at night school.

“Maybe I can just enrol then go to a couple of the classes,” she had thought aloud, “Then if I don’t like it, I can always drop out.”

Damon responded without hesitation, “No. I don’t agree with that.”

She looked at him as he shook his head side to side. He continued, “You either do it and do it all the way or you don’t.”

Clara smiled, “You seem pretty sure of yourself. Don’t you believe in trying out different things?”

“It’s not like you’re picking an ice cream flavour,” he insisted, “This is something important.”

“School is important to you?” She cringed as she spoke, realizing she may have sounded condescending.

He fixed a cool gaze upon her. It rattled her a bit and her chin lowered slightly. He said, “I know that it’s important to YOU.”

It was true. She had told him many times that she was proud of her education. Maybe she didn’t think he was actually listening to her all those times. She nodded thoughtfully.

She nudged him playfully, “So are you always this certain about things?”

“When I’m sure about something,” he said grinning, “I’m totally committed to it.”

Clara’s heart missed a beat as he said that. She always told herself that she should feel the same way about things. To see someone else so intensely dedicated to that idea as well was inspiring. For that someone to be Damon, she found him particularly intriguing. That determination on his face definitely churned something deep within her.

Clara wondered how sure he was of her?

She shook her head. No. This would be a casual, friendly get together. If it’s a first step in a long lasting relationship, then fine. More likely, as she had become accustomed to with many of her dates, she would be able to salvage this as a friendship.

Clara lifted her head, more assured in thought, and walked to her office. Damon was harmless, she thought to herself.

***********

When Friday evening came around, the plans had changed. Clara had told Damon she would just meet him at the restaurant rather than him picking her up from her place. This bothered him slightly only because he felt he would get a better foothold on the evening if he were to see her at her place, maybe even bring some flowers. As it was he sat at the table waiting for her trying not to look too conspicuous. She had also picked the restaurant. A bright, busy family type of place, with kids running betwen the tables. Again, not exactly to his liking. He had taken off his coat but even in a simple black Henley sweater, he felt out of place. It was far too casual for the type of evening he had been anticipating.

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Chapter 6. RETRIBUTION FOR SINS OF THE FLESH—REUNION OF THE FLESH

Brody considered not answering the phone but knew he had to. “Sorry.” He kissed Claudia, not wanting to give up the moment but knowing that he had to. He slowly pulled himself from her and noticed they were both dripping with sweat. He glanced at the clock. Eleven fifteen. He got the phone from his desk and cleared his throat, “Brody Anderson.”

Claudia sat up and grabbed the blanket off the couch across from her. She was totally exhausted. But thoroughly content. She lay back down and closed her eyes. She halfway heard Brody talking. Her mind and body were still reeling from what had just happened. In her mind’s eye, she relived his face above her.

“Yes? Can I help you?” He blew Claudia a kiss and tried to focus on the voice on the phone. “Yes, she works for my family.” He glanced down at Claudia and saw that she was almost asleep. “Could you hold on just a second?”

He put on his jeans and picked back up the phone. “Florida?” Why was someone from the Florida State Highway Patrol calling for Claudia?

Claudia heard ‘Florida’ and her eyes flew open. “Who is it?”

“Someone with the Florida Highway Patrol. Why are they calling you?”

“My family is in Florida.” She reached for the phone, “Remember. I told you the first time I met you.” Claudia took the phone and put it to her ear, “This is Claudia Fitzpatrick.” Brody watched her as she listened to the voice on the other end. He saw her elated expression fall into a blank emotionless façade. “Yes, I understand. Thank you.”

She handed Brody the phone and he listened to the receiver. Whoever it was had hung up. Claudia started putting on her clothes. “What’s wrong, Claudia?” She didn’t answer. “Claudia, please tell me what’s wrong?”

She walked to the studio door and turned to him, “My mother and father were killed this afternoon. The lady said they’ve been trying to reach me. My brother was in the car, too. I have to go to him.” She turned and walked away. Claudia reached to pull her long hair out from inside her shirt and it got caught on the clasp of her necklace.

“Oh, God. Claudia.” Brody grabbed his own shirt and ran after her, “Claudia, wait. Please.”

Claudia turned and looked at him. She was not the same person he’d been holding only moments ago. She tried to pull the hair out of the clasp with no success. With little care, she yanked the chain from her neck, pulling some hair with it and threw it on the floor. Claudia looked at the piece of jewelry as it lay there and walked away.

She didn’t even pack. She just showered and then waited for the cab to come and take her to the train station. “Claudia, please let me take you. The girls are asleep. It’s alright. Please let me take you.” But she wouldn’t have it. Brody sat with her and held her. She was an empty shell. He tried to talk to her, but she’d turned to stone and didn’t want to say or hear anything.

When the taxi arrived, Brody walked her to the green minivan and held the door open for her. She turned just before she got in and kissed him one last time then whispered so quietly, he could barely hear her, “I love you, Brody Anderson.”

Tears streamed down his face, as he said, “I love you, Claudia Fitzpatrick.” She sat and pulled the door shut. He stood there in the dark of that night and watched as the red taillights disappeared into the inky nothingness. She was gone.

Brody walked numbly back to his studio, stopping only to pick up Claudia’s crucifix. If God was punishing him, punishing them, He was doing one fucking good job. Brody fell onto his couch and grabbed the blanket. He could still smell her on it. The next thing he knew, the bright August sun was stabbing at his sleeping eyes.

He stretched and was greeted with a painfully stiff neck. As Brody went to rub the muscle, he realized he still had Claudia’s crucifix in his hand. So it wasn’t just some beautiful dream that had morphed into an unspeakable nightmare. It did happen. He’d had her, made love to her, tasted her, become one with her and now, she was gone.

He felt as though something had been ripped from his soul and he was drowning in sorrow. Only there was neither a lifeline nor a shore just a vast cold ocean of sorrow. When Nina and the boys asked where Claudia had gone, Brody told them about her parents. Nolan and Nicholas were upset that she’d left without telling them goodbye and Brody tried to explain that she couldn’t.

Nina, sweet Nina. She could tell from the look on her father’s face that there was more behind his words. She could see the sadness in his green eyes. Though she wasn’t exactly sure what had actually happened between the two of them, she knew that look. It was the same look she’d had when Lou-Lou, her poodle had been hit by that car last year. It was the type of sadness one has when they know that the thing they adored was gone forever.

As for Brody, he had to cope. The world was still spinning and wasn’t going to stop for him. He, mecidiyeköy escort too, was a walking talking shell of a person.

Brody didn’t really care about what happened in the following months. Summer ended and the kids went to school. He was alone all day so he drew. Drew like a madman. Dark, hard, images. His editor loved it. But Brody hated every single image.

Brody was trying so hard to put Claudia out of his mind. But it was hard. Especially when he worked. He kept finding little sketches of her. And then there was the painting. It hurt so badly.

And then he had to deal with Shannon. She’d come back after about five weeks later, professing her undying sorrow at what she’d put him through, begging him to take her back. But he wouldn’t have her. In fact, when she arrived at the house and found that the locks had been changed she was furious.

She pulled out her cell phone and looked up to the studio window, “Goddamn it, Brody, open this fucking door now. This is my house, too. Listen you mother fucker, if you don’t open this goddamn door, I’ll call the sheriff.” She saw Brody stand up and look out the window and down at her.

When Brody opened the door he stared at her as though she’d stepped out of some dark pit. In the back of his weary, beleaguered mind he prayed that Claudia would come back, or call, or write. And if she did, and Shannon was there, Brody feared that she’d walk away from him again.. But Claudia didn’t come back. She walked out that night and never looked back.

As he stood there in the doorway looking at her with less than an ounce of care or concern, Shannon realized he was serious about not trying to make their marriage work. The snake in her came out and she became vindictive. She looked around the living room and said, “I’ll take every fucking thing you have, Brody Anderson. Everything.”

“Go ahead. Give it your best shot, Shannon. I don’t really fucking care.” Brody went to his studio and locked the door.

“You’ll care.” She screamed at him as he walked away from her. “Do you hear me Brody? You’ll fucking care!” Shannon hired a top divorce attorney and she wasn’t joking when she professed her intentions. She went after him for everything. The house, the kids, even the rights to his comic book heroine. He had based her off of Shannon, a much younger, kinder Shannon.

But he didn’t care about the house, in fact he’d moved himself and the kids to his mother’s house three days after Shannon came back. He threw the new house keys at her as he and the kids left that day, “Here you go Shannon” He put the kids in the Escalade and put the key in the ignition.

Just before he closed the door, he stepped out and had one final thing to say to her, “Hope you’re fucking happy here, alone.” As he headed back to the SUV he turned and smiled at her, “Oh, and, by the way, yes, I did sleep with her. And she was better than you ever were. Ever.”

He saw Shannon’s eyes narrow and if a look could drip acid the ground around her would have melted as the hatred in her surfaced. “Fuck you, Brody.”

“You already did, Shannon. But never again.”

Brody’s mother cleared out the attic for him, just like when he was younger, to be his new studio. As he worked, or tried to work, he’d often run across a sketch he’s drawn of Claudia. He thought burned every one. And those that he found were a painful reminder. He burned those, too.

But the painting, he kept that one, hidden behind that cloth. Every now and again, when he felt so lonely he wanted to die, he’d pull back the material and stare at her sleeping there beside the rose bushes. Somehow, as if the image had some type of medicinal quality, it eased the pain.

He figured Claudia decided to move on with her life. She’d often talked about how excited she was to go away to college. She was probably sitting down in some cool campus eatery discussing the upcoming game or finals. It was going to be such a change for her, after having spent the last four years of her life in a strict Catholic boarding school. And he was sure guys were salivating to be with her. It killed him.

Shannon almost triumphantly took over the house and threw out anything that reminded her of Brody. When the kids came to visit they demanded to know where everything was. “Gone, now shut up and eat your dinner.” No, Shannon was not a very happy person and wanted to make everyone around her suffer, too. She called her lawyer almost daily asking about progress on the settlement.

But when her attorney said that they’d end up going to court, she was livid. She contacted Brody’s editor and informed him that he was about to lose the right to use her image. And she contacted the school the kids were attending and tried to tell the principal that Brody had no right to enroll them and that she could sue the district. Both actions pissed Brody off beyond words.

But Brody didn’t care about his most lucrative character. However, the kids, they were a different beşiktaş escort matter. He fought her tooth and nail for them. And it looked like she was going to win, especially when he admitted to the judge that he’d slept with Claudia, that one time. He wasn’t ashamed of it, so why not tell? It was the most beautiful thing he’d been a part of, aside from his children being born. Brody prayed that the judge would see through Shannon. But she was their ‘mother’ and mothers usually win.

And then…Frank Hennesy mailed Brody a letter with pictures and videos of Shannon doing things that were so depraved, so scandalous they would make the typical housewife look like a fucking saint. Brody finally saw a little flicker of light at the end of the pitch black tunnel he’d been trapped in for months. The only condition, he couldn’t tell anyone from whom he had received the pornographic material. When asked, Brody said, “I got them in the mail.” Which wasn’t a lie.

Yes, it seems dear Frank, the bondage and pain man, was pissed with Shannon for screwing him over on some type of business deal after they’d split up. He wanted her to get what she deserved. And being that some of the people in those videos were obviously minors, that meant the possibility of jail time. The ensuing investigation was almost too much for Brody and his children. But, in the end, Shannon got her comeuppance.

Shannon was looking at twelve years for the statutory rape of Jefferson Green, the sixteen year old son of her boss. She plea bargained for a lesser sentence, six years and the title of ‘sexual predator’ that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Needless to say, the judge granted Brody sole custody of the kids.

The day she went to prison, Shannon didn’t even get to say goodbye to her kids. But Brody did. As sat across from her in the little holding room he smiled, “Well, Shannon, I guess you got your wish. I’ll bet you’ll be told to do lots of things. Yes, I’m sure you’ll get to have lots of fun fucking your new cell mates. Why, I’ll bet they’ll have something special waiting for you tonight. Goodbye, Shannon. No, wait…not good…just bye.” He got up to leave the holding room.

Shannon, dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt, halfway laughed, “Well, you know me, Brody, I’ll make the best of it.” The guard came to escort Shannon out the back door. Before she stepped out, she turned to her now ex-husband and said with a grin, “Oh, yeah, Brody, I meant to tell you earlier. You know my attorney, he’s a real thorough fellow. When you told everyone about your fuckfest with that little bitch, he sent a P.I. out to find her. You know, get a little dirt on the deflowered slut.”

Brody stopped and turned. Shannon laughed again, only it was the most ill-tempered, shrewish laugh he’d ever heard, “He found her. Yep. Back home in Orlando. She’s been pretty busy with her brother and other things. Pretty pathetic if you ask me. Apparently James felt sorry for her and told her why he was there. You know, I figured she would have been on the first flight back here to help you fight for the kids. But she wasn’t. Hmm, maybe she’s over you, Brody. Maybe she was over you before you came inside her. Or maybe, James got a little taste of that sweet little ass of hers, too. Yum, I’ll bet it was good.”

Brody jumped towards her and almost made it across the table before Dean Winston, his attorney, rushed to hold him back. “She’s not worth it Brody.”

The guard yanked Shannon toward the door and Shannon blew him a kiss and waved, “Bye lover. Sweet dreams.” The door closed and she was out of his life, at least for the next six years.

Dean drove him to his mother’s house and told him how sorry he was for what Shannon had said. As he drove out of sight, Brody walked dejectedly into his old childhood home. He kissed his kids as they ran to greet him.

Nina, now eleven, was the only one of them who really understood had happened to their mother and why they wouldn’t be seeing her. They showed him the cookies they’d baked with Grandma. And when Nicholas handed him Mr. Snoop because he looked so sad, Brody wanted to shoot himself.

Grandma Anderson smiled and put dinner on the table. “Well, now that all this mess is over, why don’t you take the kids out of school and go on a nice trip somewhere. It’s so cold here. I know, why don’t you go to the Keys? You always loved the Keys, Brody, remember?”

{Florida Keys?} He stared at his roasted chicken. {Florida} Brody took a sip of water. {Orlando} He smiled into his glass, “What about Disney World?”

The kids all whooped with excitement. And Nolan jumped up and danced around the room shouting, “We’re going to see the mouse. Going to see the mouse. Uh, huh, yeah, yeah.”

The next morning, Brody called Shannon’s attorney and he, somewhat reluctantly, told Brody where to find Claudia. Grandma came along for the trip and Brody was appreciative of her presence, too. Three kids could be a lot to deal with, especially with fındıkzade escort what he’d been through and hoped to do.

Once they’d settled in to their hotel suite, Brody went to the computer and pulled up a map of how to get to Claudia’s. It was nearly six thirty and he was so tired. They’d been up since five o’clock that morning and then there was the plane ride and the fiasco with picking up the car not to mention finding the stupid hotel.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. He wrote down the directions and kissed his kids goodbye, knowing they were in good hands with his mother. His mother whispered in his ear, “Brody, are you sure you want to do this?” He didn’t answer. He just turned and left the suite.

As he drove, Brody got so frustrated. The on-line map obviously hadn’t been updated for a while as there were new roads and exits all over the place. Brody finally stopped at a gas station and asked how to get to Barrington Grove Road.

He pulled up in front of beautiful home at nineteen thirty six Barrington Grove Road and sat there for a while. It was a gorgeous Mediterranean style home. He knew her family had to be pretty well off to be able to afford to send her to Holy Cross for high school. He pulled out the little box with her necklace. He’d had the chain fixed and wanted to give it back to her.

Maybe she had been mad at God on that day and probably was still pretty ticked off with Him, but Brody knew that one day, she’d be thankful to have the necklace back. And maybe, she’d want him back, too. He went to the front door and rang the bell. He waited for what seemed to be the longest two minutes of his life.

A tall older woman opened the door, “Yes?”

“Yes, uh, hi. Is this the Fitzpatrick home?”

“Yes. May I help you?”

“Is Claudia in? Or do you know how I can get in touch with her?” He felt so nervous, like when he went on his first date.

“Miss Fitzpatrick is in. Whom should I say is calling?” Brody looked at his feet. The wizened older woman shook her head, “Oh, you must be Mr. Anderson. Won’t you come in, please?” Brody didn’t know what to make of her tone but he stepped inside. “Please wait here.” She motioned for Brody to sit in one of the living room chairs. He heard a boy shouting at a video game and figured it had to be William.

He followed the voice and found William sitting in front of a huge TV playing some racing game. William looked over at Brody and nodded. Brody knew that he was seventeen and noticed that he had the same stunning blue green eyes as Claudia and was extremely handsome.

William would definitely not have any trouble getting girls. Then Brody saw the wheelchair the boy was sitting in and also that he was missing his right leg, just below the knee. {That’s right. He was in the accident, too.} Well, at least Brody could understand the angry face Claudia’s brother wore. Lost his parents. Lost his leg. {Damn}

The old woman found Brody and asked him to follow her. “Miss Marshall is sitting by the pool, Mr. Anderson.” As they stepped out onto the patio she turned to Brody and added, “Please Mr. Anderson, do not upset her. She’s got enough to deal with right now.”

He came up behind Claudia and smiled. Brody missed her so much he wanted to run up and hug her in half, just so there would be twice as much of her.

“Hello, Brody.” Claudia didn’t turn around. Her voice sounded sad but still melodic.

“Claudia,” he stood behind her, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Have you? Funny, you never returned my letters.”

“What letters?” Brody was confused. “You sent me letters?”

“Yes, four of them about five months ago.”

Brody sighed, “Christ I’m sorry. I moved out of the house. Shannon probably threw them away. I’m sorry.” He watched Claudia put her hand to her head. “But I’m here now, Claudia.”

He went to kiss her shoulder. But Claudia leaned forward, placing her head in her hands and started to cry before he could. “I thought you forgot me. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

“God, no, Claudia.” He rubbed her shoulders, “But you never came back. Or called. You could have called. I knew you were devastated when your parents died. I thought you decided to go on with your life without me.”

Claudia’s sobs grew stronger. But she stopped long enough to say, “I’m pregnant.” And then she started crying more.

“What?”

“You heard me. I’m pregnant.” She stood up and even though she was wearing a short loose baby doll style dress there was no mistaking the small bump at the front of her tiny body. “I’m so sorry. I was going to…but I just couldn’t, I mean I couldn’t do it…”

Brody was stunned. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Brody. It’s my fault. I should have walked away. You warned me. You don’t have to worry about supporting me or anything. We’re doing okay now that the estate has been settled. You can leave if you want to. I understand.” Tears streamed down her face.

“Leave? Why would I leave you? I told you I love you. I meant it.” He held her close and rocked her gently as she cried on his shoulder. “And this,” he rubbed her belly, “just proves it.” He kissed her and when he felt her soft lips part and then felt her silky tongue glide across his, it only reaffirmed how much he loved her.

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Becky Ch. 09

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Although her arms and wrists were still bound, Grace had given Becky just enough slack to lean forward comfortably, spreading her legs a bit further apart as she did. Jessica now fitted, stepped behind Becky, but continued to caress and tease her with fingers ensuring she was very ready, and very, very wet. Mellissa had taken an active role now as well, at Becky’s request. Standing in front of the young woman, she reached out, enjoying the feel of Becky’s large hanging pendulous breasts. Mellissa tweaked Becky’s think fat nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers as Becky hissed hotly.

“Oh yes, yes…keep doing that,” she begged. “That feels, so fucking good!”

William fidgeted in his chair, seeing and hearing this, still a bit uncomfortable watching his daughter as she was obviously being pleasured. Before this, he had managed to deal with all this as the only way of getting the needed information from her, her humiliation and punishment. But now that things seemed to be heading off in an entirely different direction, he was fighting against his own moral beliefs, trying not to become too aroused, or too personally involved in this, without much success. And though he didn’t feel it necessary to actually record this with Becky’s camera, she had insisted on it, and wouldn’t allow things to continue until he did. And so he did. Sitting, watching, becoming aroused almost against his will, knowing that eventually, he would no doubt succumb to it.

Grace had walked over now standing beside Jessica, reaching down and initially holding on to a good portion of the still exposed dildo she was wearing. “I’ve had a bit of experience in doing this,” she announced. “It’s important Becky, that you let her know how you’re doing. If you need her to stop for a moment, then say so. And then when you’re ready, you tell us if you’re ready for her to continue pushing in. When the time comes, when you know it’s about to happen, the easiest way to get through it is to simply tell her to thrust the rest of the way into you, and to not hold back. It’ll be entirely up to you when that happens, we’re in no rush here, so neither should you be either. Ok, you ready Becky?”

“More than,” she moaned pleasurably, glad to be momentarily distracted as Mellissa continued to tease her breasts and nipples, even stooping over some in order to suckle the two of them together, pressing Becky’s large pliant breasts until her nipples became one as Mellissa drew them into her mouth. William’s sudden groan alerted everyone that he too was beginning to find this erotic. And even Becky finally had to admit, having her father there, seeing and watching this, though he would remain for the most part merely an observer, was having, and leaving an element of decadence, and that sense of pure taboo to it, that for whatever reason, was heightening her arousal even more.

“Ok Jessica, go ahead and push inwards a little until Becky tells you to do otherwise, or hold still.”

Even then, Grace kept her hand wrapped around the base of the fake prick, prepared to halt any further penetration into her at a moment’s notice. Jessica slowly pressed, and for several long moments, Becky said nothing, merely panting, breathing hard and sensing the first ever real attempt at breaking through her hymen.

“Ok, stop…just for a minute,” she managed, shaking just a bit, her legs quivering.

“Does it hurt?” Jessica asked worriedly. “You want me to pull out any?” Grace knew simply by holding on, that Becky hadn’t in fact taken much of the toys length just yet, a couple of inches was perhaps all…no more than three, though another inch or so would certainly be pressing the issue.

“No…not really. Not too bad. I just want to catch my breath, feel this. I want to remember the moment,” she panted again, gasping a little. “What this felt like, the moment before,” she breathed once again. “Ok, keeping going, a little more,” she winced slightly as Jessica did that, and as Grace finally had to let go now, the moment drawing near when it would be now or never, which would be entirely up to Becky to decide.

William sat stroking himself, still focusing on the view through the camera. He had given up all pretense of decorum at this point, though that too was laughable, doing what they already had just to reach this point. He found it interesting however, to only then come to realize the uninhibited openness, and acceptance that Mellissa obviously held, and had towards her own daughter. And though she too had no desire to become personally intimate with her, the mere fact she could be present with her, did show the mutual trust and respect they both had. Something he himself wished, that perhaps one day, he might have with Becky. Jessica was after all, old enough to choose for herself, just as Becky now was. And the silly-assed rules of the trust, no longer made sense, or held any power or importance to him, nor should it. After this was over, and things had again settled fındıkzade escort down for the better, William was bound and determined to see what he could do about changing all that. He knew that both he and Becky would be far better off for it, once it was.

“Ok, now…NOW!” Becky cried out straining against the restraints, Mellissa in fact standing now, holding Becky closer to her, pressing her almost affectionately against her own breasts as Becky turned her head back, looking…watching as she called out, resting her head there against Mellissa’s equally soft breasts. Grace nodded at Jessica, and then Jessica shoved, hard this time, feeling a momentary block, almost backing off. Grace had been wise enough to be ready for that however, her hands just then coming down to grip both of Jessica’s twin ass cheeks. When she felt Jessica start to let up at the sound of Becky’s brief anguish, she pushed instead, forcing Jessica to continue on with the penetration. A loud gasp suddenly escaping Becky’s mouth, her eyes popping open wide as she looked directly towards her father. She squealed in surprise, more so than pain, and then laughed.

“Oh my god! She’s in me!”

Becky then asked for Jessica to hold still again just for a moment. Not because of any pain, that had been short and fleeting. All she felt now was fullness, a sense of completeness.

“Time for a little something extra,” Grace winked, and then pressed a small little switch on the belt Jessica was wearing. Almost immediately, both she and Becky felt a slight, soft pleasuring little hum, the vibrations almost insignificant, more like a calming tickle.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” Jessica purred, her clit actually being stimulated even more than it had been while she’d been concentrating on actually taking Becky’s virginity. Grace stood behind her, hugging the young woman against her own breasts, letting her feel the hard itty-bitty spear points digging into her own back. Simultaneously, Grace cupped Jessica’s very small, petite, yet perky tits in her hand, caressing and rubbing them, enjoying the feel of her likewise tiny tipped nipples as they pressed softly within the palm of her hands.

“Ooh, turn it up some,” Becky asked as Jessica slowly began moving in and out of her again, the minor discomfort she had at first felt, suddenly washed away in the slippery wetness of her arousal. The tickling touch of nerve endings never before reached, touched, caused her to feel almost light-headed. That, and the new addition now of this gentle vibrating sensation so very deep inside her. “Oh yeah, that’s better…right there, leave it right there,” she asked not wanting to overload her senses, which were already doing things to her she had never imagined before.

William couldn’t just simply sit there any more. Propping the camera up on a nearby shelf, ensuring that everyone would still be in frame, he walked over to where Mellissa was. Seeing him coming, she grinned, reaching up to use the ropes still holding Becky in position, to further brace herself with. She too now leaning forward just a bit, as William slipped easily into her from behind. With her breasts so close and beckoning, Becky didn’t even think twice about it, gathering one of Mellissa’s nipples up with her lips, sucking it firmly as her father began slow-fucking Mellissa from behind.

Grace had again turned up the vibrating cock inside Becky’s pussy another notch, not so much to again distract from the delicious sensations that Jessica was bringing to her with her own smooth, yet constant in and out motions, but enough to escalate and intensify what Becky now knew, would be her first ever vaginal orgasm. Whatever Jessica and the toy were doing to her inside, were things she had never felt or experienced before. She felt a spot, a place, that seemed to be expanding nerve-wise in every direction. She could almost imagine tentacles reaching out to every erogenous zone she possessed. Each one of them now being pleasured simultaneously as her body began to shake and convulse all on its own.

“Oh my god! Fuck me! Fuck me Jessica! Fuck me!” Becky screamed, once more craning her head, seeking out and searching for Mellissa’s neglected breast, though Mellissa quite happily reached down, feeding it to her.

“That’s it you nasty, naughty girl…suck my tit, that’s it, suck it…suck it nice and hard!”

As for herself, Jessica simply couldn’t hold out any longer. She had always had sensitive breasts as it was anyway, and had at times actually brought herself to orgasm merely by playing with them herself. Now with Grace doing that, adding in the very intense vibration that was now driving her clit crazy, and the sounds of Becky’s sloppy wet cunt that she was in fact continuing to fuck, she was ready to turn inside out with orgasmic bliss.

“Do it honey…do it. Let it go!” Grace coaxed, able to tell that Jessica, was already too far gone at this point, though Becky maslak escort too was in the midst of her own second, almost simultaneous orgasm.

To her surprise, along with everyone else’s, Jessica cried out, lurched, shoving her fake prick about as deeply as she could into Becky’s cunt, and screamed out at the top of her lungs. As she did, Grace looked down, hearing what sounded like someone was peeing. But she knew immediately, it wasn’t that. Jessica’s pussy was squirting like someone had turned on a garden hose. The splash of her liquid climax back washing against the pommel of the dildo still attached to her, causing a cascade of sweet girl juice to literally squirt off in varying directions. There was too much to hold back for one thing, and the force of it was likewise as incredible as the young girls overpowering orgasm itself. Even Becky felt it, still in the throes of her own orgasmic joy, looking back now, feeling Jessica’s girl juice wetting the two of them profusely.

It caused her to launch into yet again, a third totally unexpected climatic release.

“Fuck! Fuck!” William spat, hearing, and now seeing this. A streamer of Jessica’s girl cream now dripping down onto the floor, the poor girl literally collapsing over his daughter’s back, who had likewise collapsed, held up only because of the ropes still holding her upraised arms behind her.

“Give it to me!” Mellissa laughed excitedly, hotly, suddenly pulling away, dropping down to her knees, William’s cock now fully engulfed inside her mouth. But the surprises weren’t over with yet. The intensity of what was happening, almost all at once, had likewise affected Grace. Upon hearing Williams warning cry, and then Mellissa suddenly dropping down there in front of him on her knees, she hurriedly ran over, dropping down herself right next to Mellissa.

“In for a penny,” she said, as Mellissa laughed, removing Williams prick from her own mouth, literally feeding it to Grace. Grace tentatively licked it, and then sucked it inside her own mouth, looking up at William, the look of shock and surprise on his own face. She merely laughed, now stroking it, urging him on.

“Go ahead William, I’m sure they’ll be enough for Mellissa and I to share together.”

Taking the hint perhaps, Mellissa now joined her, the two of them actually placing their lips on either side of Williams shaft, almost as though they were attempting to kiss one another with his cock sandwiched between the two of them. Just seeing that, let alone feeling it, was too much. William allowed himself a deep guttural groan of perfect satisfaction, felt hit balls all but implode, and then felt the first searing release of his cream race up the length of his shaft. He stood, watching his thick sticky cum shoot out of the tip of his cock in long arching streamers that shot easily a few feet until Grace once again to his surprise, surrounded it with her mouth, drinking him in. He again stood there, watching her swallow, and then finally allowing Mellissa to remove it from her friend’s mouth, managing to capture the last few final squirts for her self. Afterwards, the two of them actually kissing, tongues fencing, and mostly likely, swapping whatever remained of his cream between the two of them for several precious moments after that.

William stumbled back sitting back down in his chair. Grace and Mellissa helping one another up, laughing, still kissing, though they immediately began undoing the bindings that still held Becky in place. Seconds later, she stood free of her restraints, slightly flexing her wrists, rubbing them, and then likewise sat down on the floor, unable to stand any longer. Jessica did the same, sitting down next to her, and then surprised everyone when she leaned over, kissing Becky full on the lips. Becky returned the kiss as the two sat embracing one another for a very, very long time after that.

**

“As enjoyable as that all was, we still have a problem to settle here,” Grace announced after eventually collecting herself. “And though I’m still a bit surprised you did that, I still need to ask you…what is the password to those files?”

Becky actually blushed. This time obviously shamefaced. “There isn’t one, not that way anyway. The password is “Fuckyou,” all one word,” she reluctantly added, once again embarrassed at herself as well as the situation. But all that does is allow you to access the file itself, so you can open it, and delete it if you want to. I was bluffing when I said it would be sent out to anyone, I never actually intended to do that. I only wanted to scare you is all. I never really did intend on doing anything with it beyond that. I know you probably don’t believe me, but its the truth.”

Grace soon after led everyone out of her secret little room, back into the den and her computer. She hesitated before typing in the code.

“I’m telling the truth,” Becky tried reassuring her. “Type in the code, it will topkapı escort allow you to open the files, and erase them. They won’t be sent to anyone, anywhere. I promise.”

Grace typed in the code. Sure enough, the file opened, the obscene, yet honestly erotic photos appeared. They all stood there looking at them as Grace once again started typing.

“What are you doing?” William asked, as the photos remained. Grace obviously not deleting them as everyone had expected.

“They’re too fucking hot to delete,” she said turning. “So what I did, was change the password,” she grinned sheepishly. She did turn back to Becky however, once again a stern look on her face.

“But just because they are young lady…what you put us through…all of us, is still no excuse for any of this. I still think you’ve got some apologies to make, especially to your father, and Mellissa…”

“That may be so,” William interrupted. “And I’m not excusing her actions either. But she deserves an apology from me as well. I should have done more than I did. Far more. I should have stood up for her from the very beginning, when I knew that what her mother was doing was wrong. But I let the fear of what she could do, to make my own life even more miserable than it already was, supersede that. And that’s my fault and stupidity. Becky? I’m sorry. I truly am. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when I should have been. Can you…will you…forgive me for that?”

“If you’re willing to forgive me, then yes. Certainly. And I want to say something else to you too dad. I’m sorry that mom treated you the way she did. She was stupid the way I see it. And don’t take this too wrong, coming from me. But anyone that has a cock as nice as yours is, deserves a hell of a lot better than she was willing to give you. So I hope…seriously, and honestly, that wherever this relationship heads now, between the three of you,” she chuckled. “Will be everything the three of you ever hoped that it would be!”

“Ah, thank you…” William stammered, a bit surprised at his daughter’s candid comments.

“You’re welcome. And one more thing before we all start singing “Kum Ba Yah” or something. “I think it’s cool that you’re not all weirded out being naked in front of me, or that I’m not all that weirded out myself being naked in front of you either. I think it’s sort of cool that we can be. Especially after what’s happened. I just hope that this isn’t one of those situations that we realize will never happen again. I’d like to think that we can at the very least, be a bit more free, open, and honest with one another in the future.”

“So in other words, I shouldn’t get too freaked out if I come home and accidentally run into you running around the house naked you mean?”

“Well, possibly that too yes. But more like…don’t be too surprised if you come home and find out that maybe Jessica and I, or maybe even Bobby and I, happen to be that way either.”

“So does that mean you’d like to see me, and maybe even be with me again too?” Jessica asked hopefully.

“Hell yes!” Becky quipped.

“And that maybe…you’d also be willing to introduce me to that friend of Bobby’s? Larry?” She asked inquisitively.

“Holy shit…you mean to tell me, you’ve had your eye on Larry too?” Becky laughed.

“Hey. Just because I enjoy being with girls from time to time doesn’t mean I don’t still want to be with a man now and then either,” she said somewhat defensively, and then blushed.

Becky reached over, hugging the young woman, drawing her to her until they actually stood there breasts mashing against one another, kissing. “Tell you what. I’m willing to bet that Bobby AND Larry would love to double date with the two of us one evening. And who knows…they might even enjoy watching the two of us together too. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Mellissa said jumping in. “And speaking of which, I still haven’t cum yet,” she said looking directly at William, and then at his somewhat flaccid looking cock.

“Allow me,” Becky said surprising everyone. “It’s the least I can do.” She then took Mellissa’s hand in hers and began leading her over to the couch.

“No wait…I have a better idea,” Mellissa grinned, that is if it’s ok with Grace?”

Grace looked at her with her own question in her eyes. “If what’s ok?”

“The fact that I never knew about that secret little room of yours for one thing. And for another…how does that contraption of yours feel like anyway?” She giggled hopefully.

“How about we take you back inside, and show you?” Grace suggested, and then as one, they followed Grace back into her interesting little dungeon again.

William stood there in the doorway watching as Grace along with the other girls help, soon after hoisted Mellissa into the air, swinging and hanging much the same way Becky had been when all this first started. He was still in a bit of surprised shock at the way things had eventually, and surprisingly turned out. There was a long way to go yet as far as his relationship with Becky went, but he now felt at least…they would find it a lot easier to sit down and discuss with one another. Especially after seeing one another in such an intimate and vulnerable state. After this, the rest should be easy.

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I was a bit nervous when I realized he was planned to go all the way with me. He was a big guy and I sincerely wondered how I was going to take all of him in. Now I’ve seen them before, felt them run their hands over me and even let them take a peek under my hood, so to speak, but I’ve never had anyone inside of me before.

Yeah I’ve heard the banter about it, all kind of talk about how smooth they were or how painfully large, or in some cases how comfortably small. Some friends told me that on their first time it was just an initial shock and then it was wonderfully ecstatic as they tooted their horn about the wonderful climax. But then other friends talked of the seemingly incessant grinding as they endured the entire way until finally, finally the guy got to where he was going.

What is a girl to do? I mean, “It’s wonderful,” “It’s disgusting,” “It hurts,” “It didn’t hurt,” was all I heard. Some told me how messy it was and one of my friends could only talk about the incredible stench of it all. Incredible stench? What the hell? And to think this is supposed to be cihangir escort enjoyable.

But then I see one, watch the lithe way he moves, eyeing me like I’m the only one in the world for him. I know the next one down the row will get the same look, but I can feel my juices flowing for those moments he looks me over. And then there’s the touch, the faint feel of fingertips as you can hear his breath quicken a bit. Sometimes there’s that incredibly enticing whisper, as his hands become firmer, his need more driven.

When I think of all that I have to wonder how it would lead to something painful, or disgusting or heaven forbid, stinky. Some of my friends tell me how with some, after the first time it’s all downhill, once you’re conquered they lose interest. Others talk of the short honeymoon period, the wonderful spin of that time followed by the dents and dings of familiarity and finally boredom of it all.

I’ve heard of the bastards that simply trade us in on the newer model as they tire of us or as we wear out. Now these fulya escort guys are getting heavier, going blind, fucking shedding their hair over everything and they simply toss a fine, perhaps just a bit beyond prime, piece of machinery like myself away. I simply wonder, is it all worthwhile?

Ah, but just the thought of feeling him inside me for the first time, the smooth motion of him as he slides in and out, as he stretches me out for all I’m worth and then slows to caress me around the curves, the bump and grind as we sweat in the heat, dripping all over each other. Yeah, the wet, slippery thought of him, under my hood, covered with my hot juices, or sliding under me to tickle me just where I’ve got to have it.

“Yeah, gently twist that knob baby, twist me till I flood you with my wetness. Feel it coat you, ooze over you and finally dry on your skin,” I moan silently, wishing I was the type of girl that could say these things with him inside me.

“Come on baby, take me where I need to go,” he’d shout while deep inside me. mecidiyeköy escort I’d listen, and go just as far as he wanted, as long as he wanted, provided he made sure to keep filling me up. I know I can’t get enough as he dumps his wetness deep inside me.

You know, I’m not a whore, a road girl, but for the right one I’d open my doors wide and rev my engine just to feel his hands on me, to feel him slip his fingers into me, prying me open just to slip inside. “Rev me baby, give me all you got. I want to feel you, every inch of you creeping inside of me. Yes… yes.”

“Hey wait, what’s this? You’re going to leave me hanging here, all revved up and ready to roll and you just step out? Sticker shock? What the fuck is that? Yeah it’s a lot, but look at me, look at me, I’m worth every penny. Hell, I told you I wasn’t a whore, I don’t open my doors to everyone, but you come along, tickle me a bit, slip a finger into me and then say I’m too expensive… of course I’m expensive, I’m pure, never been touched, I’m a virgin. Oh go ahead, look at that one. Well I can tell you honey, you certainly aren’t her first, no she’s been down the road many times before.

“Of course she’s cheaper, hell she’s been used by half the salesmen in here. Okay, just go play with her, you deserve each other.”

Damn, I tell you, sometimes it just no fun being a car, especially a virgin one.

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Gordon had met Angela while they were studying together at their local College of Further Education. They both had plans to go on to University but Gordon had failed a couple of modules and would be unable to go up at the same time as Angela. Their love affair had progressed in the usual way from holding hands to kissing and then explorative fumbling and fondling. Uniquely for eighteen-year-olds they were both still virgins. Gordon naturally and urgently wanted to go all the way but Angela was uncertain. She allowed him considerable licence; letting him to remove her underclothes, fondle her breasts and poke his fingers into her vagina; but there it stopped. When he became ever more insistent she would toss him off to relieve his frustration. In due course after tender loving farewells Angela departed with protestations of undying love.

Nearly a week went by and Gordon heard nothing further from her. He was distraught. After a fortnight he could bear it no longer and called round to see her mother, Janet, to see if she had any news. Janet was a divorcee just the wrong side of forty but still an extremely attractive woman; not that Gordon had noticed. She was old enough to be his mother after all. Janet smiled at Gordon’s intensity.

‘Give her a chance, Gordon, there’s a lot going on in her life, she’s just finding her feet’.

‘But I miss her so much’, he replied.

Janet smiled again. Mother and daughter were very close; almost like sisters, and Angela had confided in her mother about Gordon’s demands and her reluctance to loose her virginity.

‘It’s probably good that you are apart for a while. Things can become very intense when you are young. Just give it time. Haven’t you got any other girlfriends’? She asked.

Gordon shook his head. Janet looked at him speculatively. Of course she knew exactly what he wanted. She had been divorced for two years now and was beginning to miss having a man in her life. Not that she wanted another husband; she valued her new found freedom too much. No, what she wanted now was sex without recriminations or commitment. Although he didn’t know it, that was also exactly what Gordon needed. There was a convergence of needs and desires, a symbiotic inevitability.

‘How old are you Gordon’? Janet asked.

‘Eighteen’, he said in some surprise.

‘Look, I’m busy now’, she replied, ‘but would you like to come back this evening? Perhaps we could discuss it over a drin’.

‘Well yes, alright’, Gordon replied hesitantly.

‘Just one more thing Gordon dear, let’s keep our meeting private shall we. We don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea do we’?

For a moment Gordon was puzzled by this request; she was looking him straight in the eye. Then he realised the significance of her remark and looked away in embarrassment before mumbling his assent.

****

That evening Gordon walked the short distance to Janet’s house. It was dark so there was little likelihood of anyone seeing him. The front door was opened by Janet before he had an opportunity to knock.

‘Hello Gordon, do come in’.

She led him in to the lounge. He stared at her in some confusion.

‘Yes I know, the dress, it’s one of Angela’s. She told me how much you liked it’.

In truth it was his favourite of Angela’s dresses. It had a central zip fastener which went all the way from the collar to the hem and when unzipped had allowed him unhindered access to her body. Norman was astonished that it appeared to fit Janet perfectly. For the first time he saw Janet as a woman, a very attractive woman.

‘I’ll just get you a drink, Norman and then you can tell me all about your problems’.

They sat opposite each other sipping their drinks. Or rather Janet sipped her drink while Norman gulped his down almost immediately. She smiled.

‘I’ll just fetch the bottle shall I’?

Having recharged Norman’s glass, Janet sat down again and crossed her legs. Norman tried not to stare at her partially exposed thighs and stocking tops.

‘So, how have you been getting on with Angela’?

‘Oh, fine, Mrs Williams’.

‘Do call me Janet, all my friends do’. She topped up his glass. ‘You aren’t driving are you’?

Norman was beginning to fell rather warm. He took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow.

‘Why not take your coat off’. They stood up and she helped him out of his jacket. When he resumed his seat she sat down beside him.

”Well now Norman, now tell me all about your problems with Angela’.

‘There was no problem Mrs err Janet’, he replied nervously.

‘Norman, you can be quite frank with me, Angela has already confided in me’.

‘I err um, well, it’s not important’, he replied.

‘Now don’t be a silly boy. You wanted to have sex with her but she was unwilling to çapa escort let you. Isn’t that the case’?

Norman nodded dumbly.

‘I suppose you know she’s a virgin’?

Again he nodded.

‘You have to give her time it always seems very big thing the first time for a woman’. Janet put her hand on his knee. ‘Are you a virgin’?

‘No! Well yes I am actually’.

‘There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. There has to be a first time for everyone’. She put her hand on his knee then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. ‘I, on the other hand am definitely not a virgin’.

Janet began to slowly pull down the zip on her dress. Norman watched as her scarlet see-through bra slowly appeared. Down and down went the zip. A matching red suspender belt and bikini briefs were exposed. The zip reached the hem allowing her to open the dress.

‘What do you think of that Norman’.

‘Err um very nice’, he muttered.

Janet put her hand on his thigh then moved it upwards to squeeze his erection.

‘Err um that’s very nice too’, Janet said. ‘Angela told me that you had a big cock and I thought she was exaggerating’. She ran her fingers speculatively along the length of his cock. ‘How long is it exactly’?

‘I don’t know’, Norman said in some confusion.

‘Let’s find out shall we’ Janet said, pulling down his zip. His cock sprang out in all its rampant glory. ‘Wow Norman, you are going to keep the girls happy with that one. Just a minute, I want to measure it’.

She went over to the sideboard and extracted a tape measure from the drawer.

‘Right let’s see what kind of a man you are’. She applied the tape to his cock. ‘My God Norman, your eight inches long, no wonder Angela was a bit scared of having that inside her’. Janet slipped off her dress. ‘So, we just need to give you a bit of instruction in the use of your magnificent weapon. Take your clothes off’.

Norman stood up and began to remove his clothes.

‘Take everything off; it’s not often that an older woman gets to see such a wonderful spectacle’. Janet lay back on the settee and allowed herself to lust over his perfect young body. ‘I think before I teach you how to fuck a woman we need to reduce the pressure a bit. Pass me that plastic cup on the table’. She took hold of his cock and began to gently rub her hand up and down while watching him carefully. In just a few seconds he began to writhe with ecstasy.

‘Oh fuck’, he murmured and ejaculated a fierce pulsing stream of semen into the carefully positioned coffee cup. Janet went into the kitchen and threw the plastic cup in the rubbish bin.

‘Norman’, she called out, ‘let’s go upstairs’. Still naked, Norman followed her upstairs, keeping his eyes on her enticing wriggling arse as she negotiated the stairs. By the time they reached the top he was erect again. Jane smiled.

‘You young lads really are horny little devils aren’t you’?

He watched transfixed as she sat on the side of her bed, unclipped her suspenders and removed her stockings followed by her bra and panties.

‘Now Norman, do you know how a vagina works?’

‘Well err’, he began uncertainly

‘I assume you’ve had your fingers inside Angela; well before you can insert your beautiful cock inside a woman you need to prepare the way.’

Janet lay down on the bed and opened her legs.

‘Come here Norman, come and have a look at my cunt’.

Norman did as he was told.

‘Now what I want you to do is gradually insert your fingers inside me and stimulate me’.

Janet sighed with pleasure.

‘Can you feel how juicy I’m getting? Look how my cunt is opening for you. Soon you’ll be able to slide your cock in. In fact would you like to try now? Be very slow and gentle’.

Janet took hold of his cock and guided it inside her. Norman sighed with pleasure at her silken slippiness and began to ease his cock inside her. It was all too much for him; he immediately lost control.

‘Oh Christ no; I can’t stop. I’m going to come’. He pulled back and ejaculated all over her body.

Janet contemplated the sticky mess trickling off her breasts.

‘Norman, Norman I want a fuck not a blanket bath in you’re ‘cum’!

‘I’m sorry Mrs Williams; I just couldn’t hold it back’.

‘Alright, get some tissues off the dressing table and clean up my tits.’

She watched him sponging her and noticed that his cock was already stiffening again. This was a young stallion that would need careful breaking in.

‘OK Norman, that’s fine. Now this is what I want you to do. Get some more tissues off the dressing table and toss yourself off’. His cock was already standing up fiercely erect.

‘Don’t you want me to fuck you’? He asked plaintively.

‘Of course I fatih escort do Norman but you have to get that magnificent cock of yours under control first. When you come, catch it in your hand I don’t want it all over the bed linen.’

She watched him as he began to masturbate and noted that it took him over a minute to climax. Perhaps next time he might be an able to give her a half decent fuck. She waited while he went into the bathroom to clean his hands. When he returned she noticed that he was only half erect; that was a problem she would have no trouble remedying. He stood in front of her as she sat on the side of the bed. To encourage him she lay down and spread her legs wide to reveal her fully open cunt.

‘Well Norman, do you think you can fuck me this time’?

She sighed as his stiff eight inch member slid smoothly up inside her gaping orifice.

‘Now Norman’ she whispered, ‘move your cock very gently up and down. If you feel you are going to come, slow down and think of something else.’

After fucking her for nearly ten minutes under Janet’s expert tutelage and three mini-orgasms later he finally exploded inside her.

‘That’s much better darling, how did you like having your cock inside my cunt’?

‘It’s great. Can we do it again’, Norman urged.

‘Whenever you ready’, she sighed.

By the time Norman left, just before midnight he had managed to pleasure her three more times. Janet was delighted with the progress of her protégé and had no intention of immediately passing him back to the care of her daughter. A cock like Norman’s was far too good to waste on a young virgin.

During the next four weeks the guilty pair spent two evenings a week fornicating. Norman would have gladly serviced Janet every night but prudence was necessary to avoid detection by family and neighbours. Both of then were increasingly aware of the impending return of Angela for the half term break. Norman had greatly increased in confidence and experience and actually proposed to Janet that he should pleasure them both. What they were both unaware of was that Angela was no longer a shy young virgin but an experienced woman with a partner at college.

The week before Angela was due to return home she telephoned her mother to say that she would be bringing her boyfriend with her and that they would be sharing a bedroom together. When Norman heard this news from Janet he was distraught. His nights of passion with Janet had enabled him to forget how much he was in love with Angela.

That night as they lay in bed in a mood of post-coital satisfaction Janet proposed a plan of action to seduce the new boyfriend into bed with and thus leave the field clear for Norman to resume relations with Angela.

‘How do you know its going to work’? Norman asked.

‘Oh I think it will’, Janet replied.

‘But can you be sure, he may not fancy you’. Norman persisted.

‘Norman, let me let you into a little secret. Men generally find women irresistible but eighteen year old boys have absolutely no self control whatsoever. Have you forgotten how quickly I seduced you’?

‘But that was different’, he protested.

‘Norman, let me tell you what a lifetime’s experience of dealing with men has taught me. All men think about are cunts and tits, all the rest is bullshit’. Janet lay back languorously on the bed. ‘Look at me Norman’. She spread her legs wide apart exposing her swollen wide open cunt. ‘Look at my cunt Norman it’s ready for your big fat cock so come and fuck me again’.

****

At half term Angela duly arrived back home with her new boyfriend Michael with her. Janet wasted no time in getting to work on him. The morning after his arrival she contrived to leave the bathroom in her underwear just as Michael approached the door.

‘Oh excuse me’, Janet smiled, ‘I’d quite forgotten we have company’. She noted with satisfaction his automatic male reaction of rapidly scanning her body. Angela came out of her bedroom as Michael proceeded into the bathroom.

‘Mother’! She said disapprovingly.

‘I’m sorry darling’ her mother lied. ‘I’d forgotten we had visitors’.

Janet had already suggested that she owed it Norman to explain what had happened and she had agreed to meet him. A few days later Angela went round to Norman’s house leaving Michael at home with her mother. Janet retired to her room to change her clothes. After showering she put on some semi-transparent lingerie, stockings suspenders and high heeled shoes before slipping on the same dress with the long zip that had been so successful in seducing Norman. Michael was reading a newspaper when she entered the living room.

‘I’m going to have a glass of wine Michael, will you join me’? Once again Janet noticed he registered her nişantaşı escort sexy ensemble.

‘Thank you Mrs Williams: that would be nice’.

‘Do call me Janet. I prefer to forget the Mrs now that I am divorced’, she replied. After providing them both with drinks she sat down opposite him and crossed her legs. Michael starred at her legs, taking in her visible stocking tops. ‘So tell me all about you and Angela’.

‘Well, we get on very well together and see quite a lot of each other at college’.

‘How long have you been sleeping together’? Janet asked. Michael gulped at the directness of her question and blushed.

‘Err about a month’ he muttered.

‘What about contraception’? Janet was relentless.

‘Yes of course’, Michael replied getting steadily more embarrassed.

‘Condoms’? Michael nodded.

‘I’ll have to have a word with Angela; condoms aren’t reliable; she ought to be fitted with a Dutch Cap. It’s much more pleasurable for a man you know. Let me top up your drink’. Janet fetched the bottle from the kitchen. After filling up their classes she sat down on the couch beside Michael. He was acutely aware that she was sitting very close to him and exposing a considerable amount of leg and thigh.

‘Do you like my dress’? She asked. ‘It’s Angela’s. We’re the same size you know. It’s got a very convenient zip’. Janet pulled down the zip a few inches so that her skimpy bra came into view. ‘Would you like to try it’?

‘Well err I don’t really…’

‘Oh but you should’. She took his hand and placed it on the zip. ‘Now, pull it down slowly’. He pulled the zip down a few inches and then stooped. ‘Carry on’ she urged’, it goes all the way to the bottom you know’.

With a trembling hand he continued right to the bottom. Janet casually opened the dress revealing her skimpily clad figure. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips and began feeling his prominent erection.

‘That feels nice. Are you going to get it out for me?’ Without waiting for a reply she unzipped him allowing erect cock to spring out. ‘Wow, what do they feed you young boys on. That’s a beautiful piece of equipment’. Janet stood up and removed her dress and then her bra. She knelt down in front of Michael, put his cock I her mouth and began to suck it. It just a few seconds he began to erupt in her mouth. Such was the volume of his ejaculation that it burst out of his mouth and began to trickle down her chin. Casually she stood up and pulled a tissue out of a box on the table and wiped her sticky face clean. As he watched she began to unfasten her suspenders.

Get your clothes off Michael, I want you to fuck me’, she commanded. When they were both naked she sat him down of a dining room chair before straddling him and sitting down on his erect cock which immediately penetrated deep inside her. She sighed with pleasure. Her breasts were in close proximity to Michaels face.

‘Suck my tits’ she commanded. As he sucked and fondled her tits Janet rode gently up and down on Michael’s cock. Janet heard the sound of a car pulling up in the drive. She began to talk loudly and obscenely to her eager lover.

‘How do you like fucking a complete slut Michael? Its much more fun than fucking Angela isn’t it? You see its takes time and practise to become a whore. I’ve been fucked by lots of men and I know all the things they really like. I’ll tell you all about it if you like’.

Janet heard the sound of the front door opening and moments later Angela and Norman entered the room. Angela let out a horrified shriek.

‘Mother, what are you doing’?

Michael attempted to extricate himself but Janet was clasping him tightly so that his face was enveloped in her tits which had the effect of totally muffling his attempted words of explanation.

‘I’m sorry Angela, but now you know what men are really like and I simply couldn’t resist giving him what he wanted’. Angela turned on her heels and fled upstairs to her room with Norman in tow. Coolly Janet turned her attention back to Michael.

‘Michael, its very bad manners to go soft on a woman just as she is about to come; get off me and kneel down and lick my cunt’, she ordered. ‘No, wait a minute’. She walked over to the couch; lay down with one leg resting on the back and the other splayed wide open on the floor. ‘Right Michael, come and fuck me with your tongue and don’t stop until I tell you to’.

Fifteen minutes and three orgasms later she finally pushed his head aside. She lay there totally satiated and made no attempt to cover her engorged cunt.

‘Pass my glass will you, Michael’. She surveyed Michael as she sipped her wine. ‘Don’t look so worried Michael I’m going to give a very thorough sex education which I am sure you will put to good use in the future. But for now, get dressed and fuck off’!

After Michael had gone she collected her clothes together and went quietly up-stairs to the bathroom. The noise coming from Angela’s room provided clear evidence that Norman had finally got his cock up inside Angela and that she was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

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Biology, for Miss Gutter

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Rachel was a curious 19 year old student, although she didn’t have the best of records at her private school. She enjoyed most of her subjects, however she wasn’t always the best at them. She found that she had a fascination especially within the sciences, and in particular biology, if not just for the subject. She was always interested further than most students in the new biology teacher. Not for his teaching abilities or his grasp of the academic text, but for his body. For weeks she had fantasised about Mr Brass, she had wondered what kind of body he had under his suit, wonder what he was like in bed and the size of his manhood. She had occasionally gotten lost in thought as she stared at his crotch from across the classroom. Finding her stomach filed with butterflies, she could feel her hands slowly move south under her desk towards the waist of her pleated skirt, finding the urge to secretly put her hands down under the waist line. She felt how wet her knickers got every time she imagined kneeling before him and taking his load down the back of her throat. She knew she was failing her class, she knew that she had no chance in passing the forthcoming exams, therefore Rachel decided to further her studies with a special kind of after class tutoring.

As most of her class mates stormed out of the room at the end of the day, Rachel had decided to purposely slowly pack her things, becoming the last of Mr Brass students to make their way to the exit. She stopped as she approached the door.

“Sir” she asked with an innocent voice, “what is your policy for extra tutoring?”

“As always Miss Gutter” Mr Brass replied, “my policy is to provide the best teaching to all my students. If you require any further help all you need is ask.”

“Sir, there’s no need to stand on ceremony here, please call me Rachel”. She turns swiftly to face him, closing the door behind her, and coyly without him seeing, she turns the lock with her hands behind her. “It’s just that, with the exams coming up, I’m struggling with certain areas of the subject. I’m worried that I’m going to fail certain aspects of my oral exam”.

Rachel walked seductively towards him, stopping and leaning slightly over his desk. Her white blouse seemed a size too short, a purposeful choice when she had dressed that morning. “So Sir, I was wondering if you … could … help me with my oral skills?”

Mr Brass had become aware in the past couple of weeks of how this student had looked towards him. He was not to say flattered, or surprised, as a number of his students throughout his career had grown to come attracted to him, after all they had warned about this in the training. However Miss Gutter had provided something new to him from previous admirers. He always had had a schoolgirl fantasy, imagining fucking innocent schoolgirls in their uniforms. But Miss Gutter’s body was amazing, not like those skinny slutty admirers of the past, she was a beautiful young curvaceous women; size 14 with an amazing set of breasts, and an arse to die for. He found himself suddenly wanting more, an urge to take this further.

“What oral skills do you think you need helping with then Rachel?” He asked, knowing in the back of his mind what she really meant. He could feel his cock swelling slowly in his trousers, something that he knew she had noticed when she şişli escort had leant over his desk.

“Well you see Sir I’m having difficulty getting my mouth round the lengthy material.” she said noticing the now quite large bulge in his trousers. She could feel herself getting wetter every second of her foreplay, something that she could no longer hold back. She briskly walked round his desk and pushed Mr Brass onto his seat, “I’m thinking that it’s best to show you my problem with my oral skills, and let you be the judge of it”.

She knelt down before him, and slowly started to rub his cock through his trousers. As she pulled the zip down, unhooking the button to his boxers, she reached in, grasping the shaft of his now quite hard cock, pulling it out for the first time. She was surprised, she had never thought it would be this big, she stared at the magnificence of his 8 inch long member “Well Sir, you are full of surprises.” Before he had a chance of replying she started to play with his foreskin with the tip of her tongue, exploring inside the skin, slowly at first and then deeper. As she did so she pulled back the foreskin, revealing the head of his cock. She could see him slowly enjoying the feeling of her tongue circling the top of his head. She proceeded to take him in her mouth, head first, teasing it inside her mouth with her tongue and teeth, and further along his shaft. She started to speed up, sucking and rubbing his shaft with her grasped hand in synchronicity.

“Well I think your oral skills are just fiiiin…”. Before he could finish his sentence Rachel had deep throated the entirety of his huge cock, holding the full length of his member inside her throat for a few seconds. As she pulled back she smiled, knowing the fact she had wanted to do this for a long time. She wanted to taste his cock again and again, to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. She proceeded to take him in her mouth once more, followed by another, rubbing his shaft and head during breathes.

Mr Brass was bathed in a feeling of ecstasy, he wanted to fuck one of his students for a long time, and especially Miss Gutter. He grabs her hair, quickly pulling her away. With one swift move he grasps one of her arms with one hand whilst swiping the contents of his desk to the ground with the other. Within seconds he had lifted her onto his desk, pushing her back. Pushing her legs apart, he began to kiss along her legs, making his way up past her knee high socks up towards her skirt, where he slowly lifted her pleated skirt revealing a pair of tight black lace knickers. As he licked the soft lacy material he instantly tasted how wet Rachel had become with the desire to equally fuck him. He continued, with every lick her body arching to and throw. He rubbed the surface of the lace, and as Rachel screamed out with desire he pulled the knickers to one side. He sucked and licked at her pussy, pulling her lips apart to find the clit, where he slowly licked it between his tongue and his upper jaw.

The sensation was amazing for Rachel, she could not control herself. With every lick that Mr Brass gave, a wave of pleasure rushed through her body. She held his head down onto her pussy, grasping his hair. “I want your big dick inside of me, I want to feel you cum deep inside my pussy and fill me up” she incirli escort screamed. Mr Brass was the gentleman, duly arising to the wishes of his fair lady’s charge. He stood up, grasping his cock in one hand whilst rubbing Rachel’s clit with the other. He thrusted his long cock inside of her dripping wet pussy, almost instantly making her cum and orgasm with the sudden pleasure. Even though she could not speak he knew that she wanted him to continue. He started slowly at first, thrusting gently and then speeding things up, going deeper and faster. Rachel couldn’t hold on much longer, this orgasm was going to be a big one, she grasped the sides of the desk top as she felt her cum explode around the tip of his head.

As Mr Brass pulled out his long hard cock from Rachel’s dripping wet pussy, she pushed him back, kneeling down rapidly to taste her own cum still dripping from his member. As she licked it off she took him deep into her mouth, deep throating his long cock again and again, feeling him arch uncontrollably as he moaned in pleasure. Without warning he grabbed her hair, and she felt his member harden suddenly, much harder than it had been, and with a sudden jolt she felt the warmth of his cum hitting the back of her throat. The taste was amazing.

“I think your oral skills are exemplary” he noted with a smile. “Now let’s see what other areas I can work on to get you the best grade possible”. Mr Brass’s face suddenly changed with his desire focusing on Rachel’s body. He guided her off the floor, standing her to attention. His hands started to explore her body and face, making their way upwards finally grasping her hair. Without warning he pulled her head to one side and gentling started to kiss, caress and nibble at her neck. Rachel couldn’t help not show the ecstasy of the pleasure from this act, letting out an almighty moan, with her body arching with a sudden jolt throughout it.

“Please Sir …” she gasps, “please Sir I think I need further tutoring.” Her eyes rolled backwards as she feels another mini orgasm rock her body.

Mr Brass now moves his hands to her chest, grabbing her ample buxom, playing with her breast through her tight white blouse. He quickly unbuttons her blouse, revealing a white hugging strapless push-up bra. He reaches behind her back and with one quick move unfastens the clasps of the bra, allowing it fall suddenly and reveal Rachel’s amazing rack. He wastes no time in playing with these magnificent breasts, squeezing, licking and nibbling at her pert nipples. Again Rachel feels every touch throughout her body. After a few moments, she pushes him away, signalling him to pause and watch.

“Now Sir, I think you should concentrate on another part of this evening’s subject …” she says seductively, as she slowly turns to face the desk. As she slowly turns she begins to lift her pleated skirt, and bend forward raising her arse into the air.

The black lace knickers hugged the curvature of her amazing arse, showing off her pert cheeks and crack. As she pulled them down Mr Brass moved forward.

Suddenly Rachel felt the pleasurable crack of his hand slap against her cheek. Again, this time on the other cheek, varying between the two. The feeling was insatiable, a sudden joy rushed through her nerves on every slap, followed by merter escort the feeling of him grasping each buttock in his hand. He began to kneel behind her as she was bent over the table. She could feel him pull apart her cheeks, not only the movement but also through how wet her pussy had become once again from the thought of him entering her.

“Now Miss Gutter, sorry my apologies … Rachel, how deep into the subject should I tutor you on?”

“Well Sir, I think you should explore every part of the subject. I have a couple of holes in my subject area that need filling.”

Mr Brass didn’t hesitate. Almost on command from the end of her sentence he began to lick her arse, kiss and bite at it, making his way to the forbidden entrance. The tip of his tongue began to lick her arsehole, slowly brushing past it at first, and then quite intentionally, circling around before pushing slightly inside. Rachel hadn’t explored anal before. The pleasure was new, slightly confusing at first, but it began to heighten her already flustered body of ecstasy. He stopped, standing suddenly and started to tease her arse crack with his head, pushing at her arsehole, but not entering. Suddenly he thrusted into her pussy. Rachel jolted from the sudden feeling, screaming in pleasure. She knew that Mr Brass intended to pound her until she had been filled with more of his warm cum. Deeper and faster he went, slowing occasionally to suddenly thrust once more. Rachel came, experiencing an intensity of multiple orgasms. The feeling of her legs had gone to jelly from the excitement, and he did not disappoint her. He had filled her up, squirting more and more cum deep inside of her.

He pulled out, knowing that his cock was now well lubricated to explore new depths. He knelt once more to lick the mixed juices of both of them that were slowly seeping from her pussy. He wanted to explore one more avenue of teaching, so once again he moved upwards slightly, to her arsehole.

Rachel felt his tongue exploring and preparing her arse for a new experience. The anticipation was unbearable; she wanted his cock deep inside her arse. She wanted to feel his hot juicy cum somewhere new. The licking had stopped, and she heard him rise once again. His head was pushing at her backdoor, and then the feel of pleasure hit new grounds. He had entered her arse, pushing the tight ring apart with his firm head. With every thrust he started to slowly build his speed up. The feeling was amazing, strange to begin with but the ecstasy of it all had swept that aside. She could hear him groaning with pleasure, like he had done so previously to cuming inside of her pussy.

“Yes Sir, fuck my arse … fuck it … You know you want to fuck this schoolgirls’ arse and fill her up again.” She proclaimed, as she felt him cum deep inside her.

He pulled out after a while. Rachel was overcome with joy and pleasure. She turned around, rubbing her clit slightly, but the feeling was too much for her to bear. “Thank you Sir. I think that has helped me.” She stated as Mr Brass stared at her magnificent body, still half dressed in her school uniform. Her pussy and arse dripping with cum, she stood, looking longingly at him. “I was wondering Sir if I could, maybe, make a regular tutoring appointment?” Rachel wanted more of his cock, she wanted to explore anal, foreplay, bondage and more. She couldn’t wait to fuck Mr Brass again.

“Certainly Rachel, I can’t wait until out next tutoring session”

Note from the author: Feel free to leave me a comment if you liked the story, or want to read more, or if you like to leave me some creative feedback.

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At Nineteen

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At nineteen, I was hot, horny and still a virgin. I needed to be loved by that someone special who could bring all these hidden feelings out of me without hesitation.

I had been spending most of my time with this guy who a friend introduced me to about 2 weeks prior. She thought the two of us would be perfect for each other.

He was 21. He had blue eyes, blonde hair and an amazing smile. He was a 5’11″…165lbs. He was a marine with a body of steel and a heart of gold. He was also a perfect gentleman.

Me, on the other hand, was 5’1/2″ tall, 120lbs, 19 and ready! Light Brown hair, big brown eyes (Bedroom eyes, I’ve been told) and a smile that loved to seduce the world.

Whenever we were together my raging hormones wanted to attack him on sight. We were never really alone. Either a friend was with us or we only had about 10 minutes before we had to be somewhere else. I need to feel this man’s touch…I have fantasized about this since the first time I laid eyes on him!

My parents were on vacation and I had the entire house to myself. I invited him over to spend some time with me. We talked quite a bit and I felt I new taksim escort all of his secrets, inner thoughts and dreams. Now I wanted to experience his intimacy.

This first night, I had on a pair of denim shorts that were so short that my ass cheeks hung out and a baggy light pink shirt. He had on a pair of denim shorts. We were going hot and heavy on the couch. Tongues entwined in each other’s mouths while our bodies heated up on top of each other.

My shorts were off and I had no panties on. His shorts were open and he could feel my wet hot pussy as I was grinding it on his cock. He thought he would cum right then and there. He tried to remove my shirt but I would not accommodate him on this. His hands roamed all over my breasts lingering on my long hard nipples, which made me, crave him with desire.

This night was filled with a lot of heated passion but no sex! The next night we were both very determined!!! The doorbell rang and there he was. Looking good enough to eat! We greeted each other with a big groping hug and kiss. I escorted him into the kitchen. After watching my ass sway in a very etiler escort short skirt as I walked in front of him and then bending over to make believe I was picking something up…The show he received was enough to let him know that I was willing!

He gently pushed me up against the wall as his hands slid quickly under my skirt and up my inner thighs. Reaching my clit, I could feel his heart start to race…and then he felt how swollen it was! My moan of pleasure was very loud which brought a very sexy smile to his face. Because I was so willing, he let his fingers explore more of me. I could feel his finger enter my burning hot pussy. Then another…. then another…I was so excited! By this time he had my juices dripping down my legs. My noises were echoing and his following.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck…his pulse racing…heart beating more rapidly then before. As I pressed my body into his, I could feel his hardness throbbing through his shorts. He was ready to take me and I wanted every bit of him, leaving nothing to waste!

I reached down and lowered his nylon shorts…..dropping beşiktaş escort them to his ankles, he then kicked them off. His cock was standing straight out at attention all ready for me.

He lifted me up and drove his manhood into my wet treasure. He moved faster and faster. My pussy was tight! I could feel his every move! As he went faster he also went harder and harder. I let out a scream and then another. Our bodies moved together uncontrollably and screams of pleasure came from both of us as we reached ecstasy together.

But I was not finished! There was something that I always wanted to experience and now was my chance! I wanted to suck his cock with my juices and his cum all over it! As he put me on my feet…I dropped right down to my knees and started to suck him clean. He couldn’t believe his eyes!! He had never had this done to him before. I had licked and sucked him totally clean only for him to be hard and ready to go again!

He took my head in his hands and held my face very close to him. His urge to cum was getting closer as he started to tense up and move in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Relaxing my throat, it was then time to take him deep all the way down to the base of his cock. He then went over the edge! He screamed, “I’m cumming!” But instead of moving him away, I took him deep again! His body was jerking…his cum shooting deep down my throat…. My first time had been very satisfying and complete!!!

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