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Chapter 1

Mary looked at the photograph on her desk. It was a digital photograph; Tiffany had taken it at their Halloween party.

Mary, in man’s suit, long brown hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under one arm, stood next to Thomas, dressed in his police uniform. On the other side of Thomas, dressed in man’s suit, blonde hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under her arm, stood Britney.

Thomas smiled for the camera; Mary and Britney, in their roles of dangerous gangsters, ‘Baby Face’ Farmer and ‘Machine Gun’ Wertmuller, did not smile.

She smiled now, though, as she looked at the photograph.

They had both been Thomas’s dates that evening. She had danced with Thomas, and with Britney. After the party, she had half hoped and half feared that Thomas would take her virginity, make her a woman. She had been so turned on, so ready for him to plunge his manhood deep into her pussy, batter through her hymen, hurt her.

He didn’t, of course. He did plunge his condom covered manhood deep into her bowels, causing the most delicious of pain.

That was another thing; if ever he did take her virginity, she would insist that he not wear a condom. She wanted to feel him plant his seed in her womb. She would bear him a son, many sons.

She almost swooned as she thought of it; being pregnant with his child.

And the shame if they were not married. She would be held up to ridicule, to shame.

Hurriedly, she knelt by the side of her bed, to pray to God for forgiveness for her sinful, lustful thoughts.

—-

Allison shook her head in amusement as she looked at the wallpaper on Britney’s computer. Britney giggled, as she looked at the Halloween picture her and her girlfriend and Thomas.

“A mighty cute gangster,” Allison said as she left the room.

“Uh huh,” Britney smiled as Allison closed the door.

She clicked on the word document icon and began doing her homework.

—-

“Hey, looking for a good time?” Precious smiled, unmindful of her missing front teeth.

James Kowalski sighed and looked over at the prostitute.

He’d met with Theresa tonight, met at Delphy’s Diner for dinner. He had realized, it had been a long time since he’d taken her out to eat. She was a good looking woman and had looked as if she’d lost a few pounds. They’d been polite, almost friendly. But at the end of the meal, she got up and left and he was left with both blue balls and the bill.

“Precious, you just got out yesterday,” James, sighed. “You already looking to go back in?”

“Aw, fuck, you a cop?” Precious yelled.

“Yeah, I’m a cop,” James smiled as Precious stomped her foot in resigned anger. “But it’s your lucky night.”

“How’s that?” Precious asked, suspiciously.

She’d had other cops pull that trick on her before, claiming they wouldn’t bring her in if that could get a little head, or a little of her pussy, then they’d still bust her anyway.

“I’m tired, I’m horny, and I just got paid a couple of days ago,” James said and opened the motel’s door. “So how much for some head?”

“You going to pay for it?” Precious asked, still suspicious.

“Look, I understand, you just trying to make a couple of bucks,” James said. “I aunt out to jack you.”

“Um, since you a cop, twenty five?” Precious offered.

“Sounds good,” James agreed and ushered the prostitute into his room.

—-

“December?” Jim asked, a little surprised.

“Well, yeah,” Melissa said. “I’ll be out of school, you said the construction business is a little slow around Christmas, that way we can go on a Honeymoon.”

“But, but, I don’t even have my own place yet!” Jim said.

Being engaged was one thing. They could plan for a wedding that might or might not really happen. As long as it was something in the unforeseen future, he didn’t have time to get nervous, didn’t really even have to think about it.

“Yeah, I was thinking the Saturday before Christmas; Christmas is always such a beautiful time of year, don’t you think?” Melissa was prattling.

So he might have to actually grow up. He might have to go and find an apartment.

They’d done some remodeling a few months ago for Dee Jones; her last tenant had punched holes in all the walls and bashed in all the doors, a little ‘going away’ present, It was a two building complex; a fourplex in front and a fourplex in back, with a nice little swimming pool that Blanchard had installed for her. The rent, she’d said, was eight hundred a month. That was pretty reasonable; they were two bedroom apartments.

He would call her tomorrow; see if the downstairs apartment was still available. If not, she’d said she also owned a couple of duplexes in Baylor Lake. Baylor lake wasn’t all that far from DeGarde.

“So, what you think?” Melissa asked, breaking into his train of thought.

“I think I better be honest and tell you, I wasn’t listening; I was thinking about an apartment,” Jim said.

“Men!” Melissa huffed and slapped his arm. “Y’all are all alike!”

—-

Tiffany güvenilir bahis sighed to herself. Barry Duson was a really sweet boy, but trying to have a conversation with him was infuriating. He stuttered horribly, and usually was talking about stuff she just wasn’t interested in.

Of course, he’d have to talk about her if he was to talk about something that she was interested in.

“S-s-s-so you you wa-wa-wa-want to gu-gu-go tu-tu-tu to the mah-mah-mah-movies Sa-sa-sa-sasaturdah-dah-dah-day?” Barry asked her.

“Yeah, I’d like to see that one with, oh, damn it, who’s that guy? That Matthew, man, what is his last name?” Tiffany agreed. “Oh, I’ll let you know which one at school tomorrow, okay?”

After a few more minutes, she was finally able to end the conversation and end the call.

Why was she seeing him?” she wondered to herself. He wasn’t the cutest guy in school; he wasn’t even popular. A lot of the kids made fun of him because he stuttered, and she was slightly afraid that others would start making fun of her for dating him.

Britney had invited Barry to their Halloween party just because she felt sorry for him. Tiffany found out that Barry could dance, though. They danced nearly every dance together, when they weren’t stuffing their faces wit the food Mom kept bringing out.

When he looked into her eyes, she could see the absolute devotion.

“That’s why I’m dating him,” she decided.

—-

“Yeah, I even swallow,” Precious laughed as James grunted and wheezed after spewing a fair amount of semen into her mouth.

“Uh huh,” James agreed and got out his wallet, then remembered he’d already paid her.

“You wants more?” Precious asked, hopeful.

“Got any condoms?” James asked and fished out another twenty-dollar bill and a five-dollar bill.

“Yeah, you want to fuck?” Precious asked, digging in her purse for a condom.

“Yeah, I want to fuck you up the ass,” James said.

“Up the ass, huh?” Precious asked, pulling a condom out. “That ain’t no twenty five, that fifty, you want up the ass.”

“Twenty five,” James said in a harsh, cold tone of voice.

Precious looked at him, then gave a quick sidelong glance at the door. He’d get to her long before she got to the door, then she was fair game for whatever he wanted to do.

“Okay, but just this one time, hears?” She said. “After this, anytime you want it up the ass, it fifty.”

“Twenty five,” James said, gripping his cock in one hand and rolling the condom on with the other.

—-

The candle flickered, casting a romantic glow in the room. Leah modeled the leather halter-top and miniskirt that she’d bought off of the Internet.

Michelle at work was always buying stuff off the Internet and happily showed Leah how to shop on Ebay for the fetish clothing.

John smiled as he approached his wife, and then slowly edged the hem of her skirt up her legs.

“Ooh!” Leah grunted as his fingers found her naked pussy.

He traced a finger up her wet slit, then located her clitoris and teased it with his fingers, until she was on the verge of orgasm.

“Oh!” she clenched her jaw tightly when he smiled and stopped.

“That’s not fair,” she hissed to him.

“Oh?” he whispered. “And dressing like that is? Leah, a man can only take so much.”

“But I was so close!” Leah whined.

She actually screamed a short scream as he drove three of his fingers into her pussy and twisted them back and forth as he pulled them out of her. She leaned heavily against him as she orgasmed.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he ordered and she weakly, happily complied.

“Oh, God, that’s so good!” she grunted as he unceremoniously drove his cock into her pussy and began to savagely thrust in and out of her.

“Uh huh!” he agreed and cupped her large breasts, searching for her nipples through the heavy leather material.

—-

Mary lay on top of the teddy bear that Thomas had given to her, rubbing her bald slit against the fur. She hunched it, thrusting faster and faster, and then she covered her mouth with her pillow as she came.

“God, am I ever going to get some sleep?” she wearily asked herself. “That’s like the hundredth time tonight!”

Chapter 2

Leah barely made it to the bathroom in time.

When she’d finished vomiting, she weakly cleaned herself up, and then resumed dressing for work.

“Damn you, John Farmer,” she smiled.

—-

When he looked into her eyes, she really didn’t care if the others made fun of her. All the jocks she’d ever dated had looked into her eyes only if they could see their own reflections.

Talking face to face wasn’t as intolerable as talking on the phone. She could silence him every now and then with either a finger to his lips, or if they were all alone, a quick kiss and a smile. She rather liked the kiss; it always made him blush and gave her a little giggle.

He wasn’t a bad kisser. He didn’t just grope at her breasts or her ass like all the jocks she’d dated. He softly, tenderly touched her face and pressed türkçe bahis his lips to hers. He didn’t jam his tongue into her mouth; he let her take the initiative when it came to that.

She glanced up and down the corridor, then smiled and shoved him back against the wall. The long row of lockers obscured them from sight.

“Shut up, Barry,” she murmured and kissed him.

He put his hand to her face and she began to kiss him in earnest.

“Miss Wertmuller, just what do you think you are doing?” an authoritative voice asked and Tiffany shrieked in alarm.

Amber Waterson laughed merrily as she walked away and Tiffany glared hatefully at the girl’s back.

—-

“So, um, what you doing for Thanksgiving?” Emily Graud asked Violet, glancing up the open leg of Violet’s shorts.

“Don’t know,” Violet answered honestly. Most likely going over to John’s house, I mean, they ain’t invited me yet or nothing, but they been real nice to me ever since I started here, you know?”

“Oh,” Emily said dejectedly.

“Why, what about you?” Violet asked, making sure to cock her leg a little wider.

She was watching Emily’s reaction. The hairdresser had a very successful business with the male population of DeGarde. She wore no bra with her tight white tee shirts and would dangle her pendulous breasts millimeters from their hungry eyes while working on their hair. She also wore the tightest of jeans, displaying her crotch and displaying the fact that she wore no panties underneath the jeans. She would rub the crotch of her jeans against their arm, their knee as she worked. Years earlier, she’d been an exotic dancer in New Orleans, and utilized those tricks to build up her business.

“Huh?” Emily tore her eyes from the sight of Violet’s dark curls and heavy pussy lips. “Oh, probably just going to grab a bite at Delphy’s; I hate cooking, then vet out in front of a couple of old movies.”

: Yeah? What’s your favorite movie?” Violet asked.

“Casablanca,” Emily admitted. “I’m also a sucker for anything Alfred Hitchcock’s ever done.”

“Yeah?” Violet asked and straightened up. “Don’t know that I’ve ever seen any of his stuff.”

“Want to?” Emily asked, hopefully.

Violet smiled. Emily wasn’t the first woman that had ever tried to pick her up and most likely wouldn’t be the last. But Oliver had stopped coming around and she was horny.

“Well, I ain’t doing nothing tonight, you?” Violet agreed.

—-

Mary ran outside; autumn was everywhere she looked and it was invigorating to her. Thomas was already waiting for her under the tree and smiled widely as she ran toward him.

“That sweater looks so great on you,” she said and jumped up onto the bench to kiss him.

“Get down, you goofball,” he laughed as she whooped in laughter that she was taller than him.

She looked around quickly; there was no one else in sight. She pressed her lips to his, and then hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth.

“Love you,” she whispered.

“Love you too,” he whispered back.

“Good thing,” she laughed and jumped down and then sat on the bench.

“Uh huh, and what would you do if I didn’t love you, huh?” he teased and opened his lunch bag.

“Probably die,” she admitted.

She remembered the day he’d walked into their homeroom. She had pushed her glasses up and openly gawked at the handsome boy. Just then, Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller had bounded into their freshmen class, demanding everyone’s attention, but Mary had not taken her eyes off of the handsome Thomas Kowalski.

And now he was her boyfriend, her lover.

She looked up and smiled; Britney was walking their way, as were John Ridgelow and Chin Li.

“Your girlfriend’s coming,” Thomas teased.

“Uh uh, she says she’s YOUR girlfriend,” Mary teased back.

“She does not!” Thomas protested.

“Besides that,” he leaned close to whisper in her ear. “She’s not ticklish.”

No!” Mary screamed as Thomas made threatening gestures with his hands, as if he were about to tickle her.

“Oh, is he going to tickle you?” Britney asked Mary.

“Uh huh,” Mary said.

“Want me to beat him up?” Britney asked and sat down on the other side of Mary.

“Yes!” Mary declared.

“Uh huh,” Thomas smirked. “Better get some help.”

“Nah, I’ll just pick Mary up by her ankles and beat you with her,” Britney laughed.

“Shut up!” Mary gasped and slapped Britney on her arm.

“Ooh, cat fight!” John laughed.

—-“Nah,” Britney laughed. “I’d never get into a fight with Mary.”

“Aw, man!” John complained. “I was hoping for some hair-pulling and clothes ripping!”

“And what were you hoping to see?” Chin Li asked, perturbed.

“Oh, you know, the usual, some boobs, maybe some bush, since Britney never wears drawers,” John laughed.

“Shut up! I do too!” Britney shrieked.

“And how would you know?” Chin Li asked, unable to hide her jealousy.

“He wouldn’t!” Britney yelled.

—-

“Right here,” Tiffany whispered to Barry and guided his sweaty hands to her güvenilir bahis siteleri breasts.

“Oh!” he grunted and spewed his semen into his briefs.

“Kind of, you know, kind of mash them, but don’t grab them,” Tiffany whispered and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

“Oh, God!” he groaned as he felt her firm breasts and felt the nipples growing hard under his palms.

“You’re the best,” Tiffany whispered in his ear.

He believed her. She had no reason to lie to him. Even if she was the most beautiful girl in their school, Barry wasn’t so blinded that he didn’t notice that she was very superficial and not very quick to give out compliments.

—-

James felt guilty the entire day. He was trying desperately to reconcile with his wife, with his family. Screwing a meth addict prostitute, an ugly, strung out prostitute wasn’t exactly the best way to go about reconciliation.

“And how would you feel if she had done that, if she had slept with some skank?” he asked himself.

“Hey Villeaux,” he called out as Charles Villeaux, his supervisor, walked by.

“Yeah, Kowalski?” Charles smiled.

“I uh, I may need to have a few extra minutes for lunch,” James blushed, highly embarrassed.

“Take all the time you need,” Kowalski, you smell funny anyway,” Charles playfully needled him.

“Really?” James said. “Gee your wife said it was your favorite cologne.”

“Yeah, when SHE wears it, not YOU,” Charles said.

“Thanks Villeaux,” James said.

“You got it,” Charles said and entered his office.

James picked up the telephone and called Father John of St. Richard’s to schedule a confession. Immediately, he felt better.

—-

“No, no, I rented that place out about a week after y’all finished it up, by the way, y’all did great work,” Dee said.

“Got anything available?” Jim asked. “I mean, didn’t you say you had some duplexes in Baylor Lake?”

“No, no, those are all rented out, but I do have an upstairs apartment in the back,” Dee said.

“I’ll take it,” Jim quickly said.

“Want to see it first?” Dee laughed.

“No ma’am,” Jim said, relieved. “I’ve already seen the complex and I already know the landlord; I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Okay, get me the first month and last month’s rent, you want a six month or twelve month lease?” Dee asked.

“Twelve month?” Jim asked, suddenly very afraid.

Twelve months, a whole year. He was committing to living somewhere other than his mom’s house, living with a woman that was pretty much a stranger to him, for at least a whole year.

“Yeah, some people prefer to do it six months by six months, but some prefer to do it for a year; I mean, I haven’t raised the rent in nearly three years, but some people just feel more secure with a year lease, you know? And if you do it for a year, I give you a hundred off the last month’s rent,” Dee said.

“Twelve months,” Jim set his jaw and decided.

He loved Melissa. She made him feel big and strong and brave. She made him feel like a real man.

“Yeah, twelve months,” he said again.

Chapter 3

“Let me guess,” Leah smiled as Mary bustled in the kitchen. “Thanksgiving at…. Thomas’s? Or at Britney’s?”

“Thomas’s mom asked me to help her, is that all right?” Mary asked.

“Baby,” Leah said had hugged the small girl. “That’s fine. Why don’t you wear those new slacks and blouse we bought for you?”

The Farmers had belonged to a religion that frowned on women wearing slacks, or make-up, or cutting their hair. Mary was having a bit of difficulty adapting to their new religion, Catholicism, even though they attended the same church as Thomas and Britney, and both she and Momma were taking the Religious Instruction for Adults classes ever Sunday evening. Those Catholics, in Mary’s opinion, were a little too loose and easy with their rules. Both Britney and Tiffany wore very revealing clothing to Service. Mass, it was called Mass, not Service.

“‘Cause I feel funny in them,” Mary whispered.

“But, Honey, how else are you going to get used to them?” Leah laughed.

“So what are you and Daddy going to do?” Mary asked as she finished their dinner, just as John entered the front door.

“We’ll manage somehow,” Leah smiled.

“No we won’t,” John joked. “We’ll starve to death. We’ll just sit here waiting and waiting and there’ll be no one here to feed us and then we’ll just keel over and die.”

“Daddy!” Mary yelled. “Don’t even joke like that!”

—-

“You serious?” Jim asked.

“Yes, Thanksgiving is for families,” Theresa said. “He is still family.”

“But, but, I invited Melissa!” Jim protested.

“SO?” Theresa said, with an air of confidence she did not really feel. “She’s going to meet him sooner or later, right? Or were you not going to invite him to your wedding?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jim sighed in resignation.

James said he’d not touched any alcohol in a few weeks. Theresa hoped it wasn’t just empty words; just a ploy to get back into the house. Thanksgiving would be the test of that. She’d even have beer available; see if he went for it. If he touched so much as one drop, she was going to go ahead and file the divorce papers the next Monday.

—-

“Oh too cool!” Tiffany laughed as Barry hit the lights of the dance studio.

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Warning: This is not a story for everyone. Katy on occasion indulges my various fetishes that may not appeal to the majority. If tales of urination are not your thing, this story won’t be for you.

For those who haven’t read our other stories, a bit about us. I’m 40 years old married to the most wonderful woman on earth. My lover, my best friend, my rock, my joy. Katy is all of these things and so much more. She is the perfect woman in mind, body and soul. She’s a wonderful mother, a fantastic daughter, an unbelievable wife, and an incredible lover. Katy sees to everyone else’s needs before her own and never complains one bit about it.

I could go on for pages about the wonderful attributes my wife possesses, but this is an erotic literature forum so I’ll try to limit my bragging to her talents in the bedroom.

When I was first courting Katy, she was no virgin by any stretch. She’d had her fair share of wild times, though I’m not sure they adequately prepared her for meeting me. Katy lovingly refers to me as a pervert who stalked her until I had her. I prefer to think of it as sexually adventurous and which of us was the more aggressive pursuer is still open to debate as far as I’m concerned.

During those early days, I’d often bring up one sexually taboo topic or another to gauge her reaction to it. She’d always claim I was trying to shock her or scare her off but it wasn’t going to work because she already knew I was a pervert and she fell in love with me anyhow, so I was just stuck with her. I don’t think “stuck” is the word I’d use. I couldn’t ask for a more compatible partner.

During one of the early conversations, I broached the subject of urination incorporated into sex play. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not the least bit into wild golden showers, human toilets, or the like. It’s not that I particularly enjoy the taste of pee or get a kick out of peeing on someone, either. For me it’s the shared intimacy of what is generally a very private action. Perhaps the most private. How many couples have been married for 50 years without ever seeing their partner urinate? I’d imagine it’s quite a large number. The thought of watching anyone else pee does nothing for me as it’s not the action itself, but the shared intimacy that turns me on.

I broached the subject delicately, forewarning her I had a kink she might find disgusting and hesitated before finally admitting that the thought of her peeing through her panties was a turn on for me. Katy laughed a bit, telling me that after the lead up I gave it, she was expecting something much worse. She readily told me that it wasn’t something she’d ever thought of in a sexual way and the idea of it didn’t turn her on in the least, but it also wasn’t repulsive to her and she didn’t see any reason why she wouldn’t indulge me some night after a few drinks.

I knew for sure I had a keeper at that point. This is how Katy approaches every crazy sexual idea I have. As long as it’s not likely to end in an arrest and doesn’t involve pain, she’ll try just about anything I come up with whether it appeals to her immediately or not. Now, she has certain limits that I know to respect, but for the most part she’s up for anything I can conjure up.

We are too often apart from each other, as business takes me out of town fairly regularly. For a couple as highly sexed as Katy and I are, being away for even a few days can be trying. As I’ve written previously, waking up to the scent of Katy’s pussy and a morning blow job is something one definitely gets used to and doesn’t want to give up even for a day or two, let alone a week or more.

During the times we are apart we make the best of it. To keep each other aroused we frequently masturbate together either on the phone or over the net. It was during one of these separations that I first talked Katy into a little urination play. I thought it would be better to start slow, and with me not actually there to witness it. She would still be performing my request without the initial uneasiness of doing it in front of me.

I asked Katy around noon to not use the rest room again until 11pm when we would meet together online to masturbate with full bladders before relieving ourselves. Aside from the discomfort issues, I thought this a rather tame way to incorporate urination into our play for the first time. Katy knew where I was heading with it and readily agreed.

We spoke frequently during the day, teasing each other about not peeing and the difficultly of holding it as the day progressed. When the appointed time came we were both to masturbate to orgasm before urinating. The pressure on our bladders while masturbating heightened the experience poker oyna for both of us, though we were both relieved when it was over and we could finally empty our bladders. Although the actual urination was secondary and only indirectly related to our orgasms, this was the first time I introduced Katy into incorporating piss play into our sex life.

The next opportunity to take the pee games a little further happened as a matter of circumstance, rather than anything I had planned. I was again away and as I often did, I asked Katy to insert a vibrator into her pussy as she went about her daily routine.

This is another game we often play to great success. Katy has an incredible amount of willpower, and I of course routinely try to push that to the outer limits. It’s a cat and mouse game we play that neither of us wants to give in.

I have Katy insert the vibrator, she is not allowed to remove it until we both cum together and she’s not to cum until one of us just can’t take it anymore and decides it’s time to get off. Katy gets incredibly wet and horny with a vibrator inside of her, but she needs clitoral stimulation to actually orgasm so as long as she isn’t touching herself, she’s in a perpetual state of horny need.

Typically at about the half hour mark she’s asking me if I’m ready to masturbate yet. Pfft, I know at that point she’s just starting to get revved up and blow the idea off. At the one hour mark she’s usually starting to talk a little sexier, trying to coax me into playing. When we’ve hit ninety minutes Katy is generally visibly disheveled and getting close to losing all control. Before two hours hits, she almost always gives in and announces she’s going to rub her clit and cum whether I join her or not. We both end up having intense orgasms as a result. We played this game once while she was actually at a cookout with about 60 people, but that’s a story for another day.

One morning while I was out of town Katy was going about her business with the vibrator inside of her as I’d requested. At seventy five minutes she announced she wasn’t going to make it much longer. I looked at the time and said I knew she could last at least another thirty minutes if not forty five. That is when without realizing the opening she was giving me, Katy unwittingly said

“I can’t wait that long, I’ve been drinking a lot of coffee and need to pee!”

Instant light bulb. I laughed and told Katy to have another cup of coffee as I had something in mind for her. She did as I requested and we talked dirty to each other for a bit. At an hour forty five minutes Katy announced she couldn’t take either anymore. That she absolutely had to cum so she go pee. She wasn’t shocked when I directed her to go stand in the bathtub and do both simultaneously. I wanted her to pee with the vibrator inside of her while she rubbed her clit to orgasm. Since we were chatting online and not over the phone, she had to excuse herself and step away from the computer to go complete her task.

When Katy returned about twenty minutes later she was quite coy. This happens whenever the discussion turns to something that embarrasses her to talk about. I say she makes me pull teeth to get information at such times, she says she’d rather get teeth pulled.

I asked her if she’d cum and peed at the same time.

“Yes”

I then asked if she’d kept the vibrator in.

“Yes, I did”

I asked if she liked it.

“It was ok”

Now we were getting somewhere. She didn’t hate it.

I asked again if she enjoyed herself and she elaborated just a little bit.

“It was ok, but don’t expect it every day. It’s not something I’d do if you didn’t ask.”

Finally, the twenty four thousand dollar question. I asked Katy if she would do it again.

“Yes, if you wanted me to, I would do it again.”

That was music to my ears. We’d taken the next step and directly incorporated urination into our sex games. Katy played coy, and certainly hadn’t admitted to loving it, or anything close, but telling me she’d do something again is her way of saying she enjoyed herself. Believe me, if Katy doesn’t like something, she has no trouble letting me know.

Now I knew that with the correct amount of planning and aided by a little wine, Katy was likely to be receptive to incorporating pee play into a love making session together. She had warmed up to the idea of peeing and having an orgasm at the same time and was willing to continue our games so I came up with an idea.

We had an entire Saturday to ourselves. No kids. No obligations to be anywhere or do anything. Just a leisurely day together. After sleeping in a bit longer than usual followed canlı poker oyna by our usual 69 “breakfast” as Katy calls it, we spent the remainder of the morning doing a little yard work and a few household chores we’d put off far too long.

Around two O’clock we called it a day, took a seat on the patio, and opened a couple of beers. I asked Katy if she was up for a game of desperation. She just looked at me quizzically as I explained the rules were neither of us could use the restroom until we just could not hold it any longer. Whichever of us gave in first had to be the others sex slave for the rest of the night. Figuring there really was no way to lose such a game, Katy readily agreed. My plan was in motion, now I just had to outlast her. Not an easy feat.

After a couple of hours of lounging around and a few more beers I got up to take a shower. Katy said we should take one together to make sure the other didn’t pee while in there but I refused, telling her I had other things in store and if we showered together we’d end up peeing and fucking right then and there, ruining my plans. She pouted, but promised she wouldn’t pee while showering as long I promised the same. Of course I promised.

After showering I drew Katy a bubble bath and sent her to relax for a bit while I prepared dinner. Once she was in the tub I laid out a pair of red cotton panties with white hearts on them, along with a black satin camisole decorated with white stars all over it. Katy hates cotton but I love the color contrast of these two pieces on her.

While Katy relaxed in the tub I prepared a candle lit dinner and poured us a couple of glasses of wine. Drinking always gets Katy a bit horny, but wine drives her absolutely wild. She doesn’t drink it much as it always results in a terrible hangover, but while she’s drinking it she is as horny as any woman has ever been. When Katy sees me open a bottle of wine, she knows I have plans for a somewhat kinky night in store.

About the time I finished putting dinner on the table, lit the candles and turned out the lights, Katy emerged from the bathroom saying “Uhg, did ya have to make me wear cotton?”

I know Katy absolutely despises cotton intimates, but I had an ulterior motive for them on this night. She quickly got over her cotton complaints when her eyes found the romantic dinner I’d prepared.

Katy smiled when she saw the wine and said, “Someone thinks he’s going to win our little bet. Don’t be so sure of yourself.”

We enjoyed a leisurely meal, staring lovingly into each others eyes and finishing off the bottle of wine. Katy cringed a bit when I uncorked the second bottle, reminding me to make certain she took two Tylenol before going to sleep. I grabbed our glasses and led my beautiful bride to the bearskin rug in front of our fireplace.

We talked and snuggled for about an hour while drinking down the second bottle. A couple of times, when I was gently caressing her hardened nipples through the camisole, Katy breathlessly whispered to me that we should go use the bathroom then head to the bed. On each occasion I asked if she was giving up, but she stiffened back up and said hell no.

To her credit, Katy hung in longer than I thought she would. Typically beer and, especially, wine go right through her. I knew the pressure on her bladder must be immense.

When I got up to get a third bottle of wine, Katy finally caved saying, “I give. You win. I’ll be your sex slave and do anything you want for the rest of the night, but I need to PEE!”

I just smiled, pulled our blindfold out of my pocket and told her to turn around. Katy laughed that I was so confident about winning, I’d already planned and prepared for my prize. After blindfolding her, I led Katy to our bed and secured her wrists and ankles to the head and foot boards in spread eagle fashion. We often play light bondage games so this came as no surprise to Katy.

She just groaned and asked, “You’re gonna make me pee the bed? You realize we have to sleep in it tonight, right?”

Fully expecting to win our bet I had prepared ahead of time. While Katy was in the bath I’d put down a layer of plastic under the bed sheet and a couple of bath towels under the bed which I now retrieved and arranged underneath Katy’s ass.

“Hm. Seems you’ve thought of everything.” Katy cooed at me.

Katy informed me she really had to go, so I told her to let loose whenever the urge hit her. I grabbed the feather off of the night stand and proceeded to tickle her in hopes of urging her along so I could watch her pee in her cotton panties out of sheer desperation. Katy was quickly frustrated. She told me she was trying to go, but she couldn’t while knowing I was watching her and pleaded with me to let her up long enough to use the restroom. I reminded her that she was the sex slave tonight, and that I would be calling the shots. I told her the arrangement was whoever decided they needed to go first was the loser of the game and it wasn’t my fault she wasn’t able to go.

I pulled Katy’s camisole up above her lovely 34C’s and gently sucked a nipple into my mouth while lightly running my fingertips up and down her body. I moved my way down Katy’s body with soft kisses while continuing the fingertip treatment on the inside of her thighs. When I reach her mid-section, I put a bit of pressure on Katy’s bladder in an effort to help her relieve herself.

As I kissed my way down further, sucking Katy’s clit through the cotton, she announced that she was finally peeing. I ran two fingers gently up and down her pussy lips outside of the material as the cotton slowly showed signs of liquid penetrating it. She was only managing a dribble, but I knew Katy would soon be in free flow. Pulling the top of her panties to the side just enough to tongue her clit, I continued to run my fingers across the wet fabric as the intensity of Katy’s flow increased.

Just as Katy was finally letting go completely I pulled the cotton further away from her pussy and alternated sucking her clit and licking her pussy lips. It took Katy what seemed like ten minutes to fully unload her bladder as I licked her to orgasm. I desperately needed to pee myself by this point but knew that would be near impossible with a rock hard erection.

When Katy finally finished I pulled her panties completely to the side, spread her lips and slid my hard cock completely inside her. With my face drenched from her pee and with still a bit of it in my mouth I kissed Katy deeply while holding still inside of her pussy and waiting for my own flow to begin. For those of you who have tried to pee with a hard on, you know this is not an easy task. With your dick buried inside of a warm pussy, it becomes even more difficult and required a lot of concentration on my part to get it going.

When I was finally able to start peeing, I slowly began to slide in and out of Katy’s soaked pussy. After I finished peeing inside of her, I picked up the pace greatly and fucked Katy until shooting deep inside of her. Katy moaned as I pulled out of her and my cum and pee combined poured from her pussy. She had been on the brink of another orgasm when I came and was a tad disappointed. I told her a good slave cleans up after sex and lowered my half hard dick to her lips. Katy greedily sucked me into her mouth to clean our combined fluids and jerked involuntarily when she felt my tongue touch her clit.

No matter what the problem may be or how pissed she may be at me at the time, if I can manage to get Katy’s legs spread long enough to get my tongue on her clit, all cares are forgotten. The tricky part is getting her legs open when she’s pissed.

At this moment in time she was far from pissed at me, she was just disappointed that I’d cum before she had another orgasm. Considering the mess her pussy was at that point, it shocked her a bit to feel my tongue licking her clit but turned her on so much she was shaking in orgasm very quickly. I was again hard, but wanted to clean Katy up. She’d been such a trooper going through with my kinky plan that I couldn’t bring myself to make her lay on the wet towels and bed sheet any longer.

I released Katy from her binds on the bed before re securing her hands behind her back. With her blindfold still in tact, I led Katy to the shower and proceeded to wash my beautiful bride. Taking special care to be sure to get her shaved pussy completely clean, the shower head sent her to a series of involuntarily mini orgasms. After I was satisfied we were both sufficiently cleaned I had Katy get on her knees and give me a blow job. I looked lovingly at my wife as she sucked me deep into her mouth, arms handcuffed behind her back and wearing a blindfold, trusting me completely and giving her all to pleasure me. I thought of what we’d just done and again realized just how lucky I was to have Katy.

After she swallowed every drop of my cum, I removed Katy’s cuffs and blindfold and handed her two Tylenol. We removed the plastic from the bed and put on a new sheet before crawling in for the night. Katy laid her head on my chest, a position she often likes to fall asleep in, as I asked her how it was.

“ok”

I asked if she enjoyed it at all.

“It was ok, but don’t expect it every day”

Finally I asked if she’d do it again.

“Yes, if you wanted me to, I would.” She then paused for a moment before adding, “But next time I want YOU to be the one handcuffed to the bed!”

I think I might just have to lose our next bet.

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It shouldn’t have been so perfect. If I honestly sit back and listen to the rational part of my mind speaking, I know it’s borderline crazy. Well, not insane, but if my friends knew they’d probably think I had a screw loose somewhere. Several screws in fact, labeled ‘Common Sense’ and ‘Being Realistic.’

We’ve known each other for so many years, felt such strong feelings, and yet have never met. I think back on those sunswept afternoons in my dorm room, watching the leaves blowing by through the picture window, the sounds of footsteps in the hallway and voices calling to each other on the sidewalk. I can’t count the hours I spent on the computer, waiting breathlessly for you to log on.

It hurt, having my first serious boyfriend break up with me. I remember the words he used, so lightly, as if it were something he said everyday. “You’re such a tease, to leave me all blue-balled. But I just don’t think we’re right for each other, you know? We’ll always be friends, though.” As he went on, I could read between the lines – in short, I wouldn’t have sex with him so he was moving on. For some reason, the phrase ‘I’m a virgin’ didn’t seem to explain it all. How could I with a straight face and not blushing, tell him that his kiss was the first one that sent sparks shooting through me, that woke a nameless desire to wrap my legs around him and work closer to that unrealized peak of pleasure?

In tears I returned to my dorm room, sat down at the computer, and when you logged on I poured my heart out to you. He had introduced us some months ago, you an old friend of his, me his latest interest being both attractive and interested in gaming. You were sympathetic and kind, listening well and trying to explain the mysteries of nineteen year-old guys to me. We sat up for hours after that, long past when the footsteps quieted in the hall outside my door, almost until the sun came up again. Instead of slaying monsters in a mythical land, we sat on a rock together, our characters, and chatted about anything, everything. By the time the sun rose I felt like we had been friends for years. “For some reason, I trust you,” you typed.

It took a few weeks, but I finally felt I was past the ex. You stood by me in support, in so much as someone can in text. Without ever having heard your voice, I felt like you were wrapping strong arms around me to comfort, as real as any of my many real life friends.

How many months, years, after that did I beg and plead for you to come see me? We grew closer as time went on, chatting nonstop whenever we could, staying up all weekend just to spend time together. If I took a step back, it seemed crazy to feel such a connection to someone three thousand miles away. Yet, I couldn’t deny the warmth that kindled in my heart when you jokingly said we’d be perfect for each other, or how my heart skipped a beat and my breath stilled when late one night you wrote, “You are my soul mate, or close to it, but you live so far away.” I remember how thrilled I was at our first phone conversation, your Southern drawl gentle and pleasing to the ear, your laughter deep and masculine.

If I’d had the poker oyna money I would have bought you a plane ticket, though common sense still reminded me that I didn’t know you at all. So many cases splashed across the news of young women abducted, assaulted, murdered, for letting their guard down and meeting someone they knew from online. This was different though. I’ve always trusted my instincts to steer me right, and all of them screamed at me to find some way, any way, to be in your arms.

Sometimes you disappeared for weeks, unable to handle the pain of separation, or so you said when you would surface again. I had no choice but to wait, achingly, for you to call or log on again. School kept me busy, but it didn’t seem half as important as knowing when you were coming back. Sometimes I laid awake at night, crying silently so my roommate wouldn’t hear, vowing to move on past this intangible love to something more real.

You dealt with a handful of guys I dated in moments of weakness, trying to drown the dream of being with you. The relationships never lasted long, perhaps a month at most, when I realized these guys didn’t satisfy the soul-deep need to have someone understand me without judging. You even accepted when I made a mistake one night, believing someone’s coaxing words of love, and lost the virginity I’d always wanted to save as a prize for true love. In the end, I always wanted to come back to you, which is strange thought when I’d never laid eyes on you, only pictures.

Ahh, the pictures. Your piercing blue eyes and hair like sun-kissed brown silk. I wanted to run my hands through it, leave it the way it showed all touseled over your forehead. The mischief in your eyes matched the voice, laughter dancing in them, and I longed to lock my gaze with yours for real.

In spite of the depth of our feelings, we never spoke of sex in more than a joking manner. Never more than silly innuendo or risque/obscene comments traded in chat. I remember you telling me late one night, tipsy from drinking with your brother, how if I was there just arms’ length away that you wouldn’t want to control yourself, that you would be all over me in an instant. Despite my usual regard for such statements from others, I laughed sadly to my computer screen and typed only, “I wish.”

It’s been six years since I ‘met’ you through that ex-boyfriend. Six years of hoping, wishing, but never quite believing you were real, that I would ever be able to reach out and touch you.

It’s been two weeks since you casually mentioned over the phone that you had the money for a plane ticket…and you’d be here at my door, ready or not.

It’s been three frantic days of cleaning my apartment, doing laundry, wanting everything to be just so. In the midst of vaccuuming and dusting, I realized that you are here to see me, and you’re not going to check if there’s fingerprints on the countertop or crumbs on the stove.

I’ve been awake since eight this morning, a beautiful sunny Saturday. I showered, shaved my legs, even bothered to use a hairdryer and curling iron. I spent an hour obsessing over applying eyeliner just so, then canlı poker oyna laughing almost hysterically when it dawns on me that, like the apartment, you’re not going to inspect me for minute flaws.

I’m trying to distract myself on the couch with a book while stealing nervous glances at the clock every two minutes or so. There is a knock on the door and my heart leaps to my throat. I feel numb while walking to the door, not daring to breathe. I watch in a detached fashing while my hand moves to unlock the deadbolt and turn the knob.

Your blue eyes are full of nervous anticipation, and I see you’re wearing the same impossible-to-suppress grin that I am. I hear a thud as your carryon bag hits the ground, and then I’m in your arms, face pressed against your collarbone, arms wrapped so tight I can scarcely breathe. I can smell your cologne, a dimension I’ve never known before, feel the muscles in your arms quiver slightly with the strength of our embrace.

We don’t speak for a good minute, just stand there in the doorway holding each other like Armageddon has come and we’re the last man and woman alive on the Earth. At last you let go just a little, lean back, and look down at me.

“You’re real,” I giggle, trying to think of something clever to say.

“Yes, sweets,” and I blush a little at the nickname I’ve only heard over the phone, “I’m real.”

“Well,” my voice shakes only a little, “grab your bag and come in.”

Before I can say anything else to break the moment, you raise your hand to my cheek and touch my face as though I were spun glass, fragile, and ready to shatter at too harsh a touch. I breathe in slowly, afraid that I’ll ruin things if I open my mouth again. Before I can breathe out, your lips are on mine, warm and soft and real. I feel your nose bump against mine for just a moment, and remember our joking comments about how my Asian nose won’t get in the way of yours if we ever kissed. I can’t stop my lips from curving upwards at that thought, and I can feel your smile too.

************

It’s two in the morning now, lying here by your side in my twin sized bed. Funny, I’d always thought it was annoying to try and fit two people on a mattress so small I can stretch out my arms and feel air with both hands.

You are just as perfect in slumber as I’d dreamed on countless nights. Earlier though, I think with a self-conscious blush, you were perfect in other ways.

I’d always wondered what it would be like to make love with someone who loved me for real. While an abstracted corner of my mind reminded me that it wasn’t *proper* to be doing such things on the first date, after this many years I don’t know if this quite counts as a first date. Perhaps a long-delayed meeting of bodies?

Your hands were gentle but hungry, your mouth passionate against my body. I’ve always gotten aroused slowly, but tonight I felt like I was on fire from the inside. The feel of your mouth on my breast or your fingers touching my wetness made me hotter for you than ever before. What had started out as a sensual cuddling session on the bed jumped up several degrees when I felt your cock stir against my hip through the fabric of your jeans. I meant to make a joke of it, to laugh it off nervously, but you caught my hand and brought it to your groin. The heat through the fabric was impossible to mistake, as was the way you closed your eyes and moaned quietly when I squeezed that bulge.

Soon our clothes were everywhere on the floor, skin sliding against skin, your hands buried in my hair. I meant to draw things out and tease this first time, but seeing all seven inches of you swollen and throbbing derailed my plans immediately. I wanted to feel you inside of me, make the connection we’ve been dancing around for years.

It hurt a little when you eased inside my dripped wet pussy, but you were as gentle as you could be. Truth told, I didn’t mind the ache that came with stretching me open for you. I was focused on your forehead pressed against mine, eyes locked, pupils dilated in you gorgeous blue eyes. I could smell your arousal, feel the throb of your pulse in the tip of your cock as it slid slowly inside.

This was nothing like the cheap porno I’d seen over the years, bore no resemblance to the steamy, silly romance novels my friends and I secretly read back in high school. Everything about tonight was…intense…in a way I’d never known before.

When you were buried to the balls in my pussy, I wrapped my legs around your hips, loving the way your muscles made a smooth V down towards your cock. The first thrust sent me towards the hungry yearning I’d felt with other guys. Your lips met mine now urgently, our tongues dancing together in a mimicry of the actions going on further down our bodies. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat as you fucked me sweetly filled my consciousness, the little moans and cries of pleasure seeming to pulse in my clit.

You freed an arm from around me and slid your hand over my body, playing with my nipples before going lower. I almost screamed when you dipped a finger between my pussy lips, rubbing the wetness around and all over my clit. I’d touched myself before – and often – but having someone else massaging that nub of pleasure was ecstasy.

It seemed to go on forever, the rocking and thrusting, feeling your cock stretch my pussy wide open, me crying out for more. When I came, I almost didn’t realize what was happening, feeling it start deep inside and bursting all over my body. Your cock seemed even bigger as I rode those waves of pleasure, and you swallowed my moans with your mouth, hand closing tighter on my hips. I felt you cum deep inside of me even as your eyes rolled back and I held you close, waves of my orgasm still tingling in my toes.

We lay there spent for a few minutes before I roused enough to get a towel and clean us off. In your arms I was content as never before, completely satisfied in body as well as heart.

I thought you might have drifted off to sleep, so even was your breathing. But I heard a gentle, Southern-laced voice chuckle quietly in my ear. “I love you, sweets.”

“I love you too.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

I found I was grinning in the moonlit darkness. “Oh yes, I did. In fact, I have only one complaint.” He sat up, worried I think, and I couldn’t help but say, “Why did you have to wait six years to try this with me?”

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True story. Thought I’d try something knew. Tell me what you think.

Starts off with slowly, but it’s worth it. Just read through.

Enjoy ~

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I placed the food down in front of where we were sitting, and as I went to go sit down our legs brushed together. I felt little tingles, something I’d never felt when I touched Chris. We were friends; that was all. We’d been friends for so long now that I could almost read what he was about to say just by looking in his eyes. We’d started to finish each other’s sentences. And for the longest time if you had suggested a kiss between us, I would have protested that that would be like incest.

But that one touch, among millions where we had brushed against each other, that felt nothing like incest. We were best friends since first grade. And I could still remember when I met him. I had just finished a drawing and I held it up across for the little boy sitting there to see. He then, adamantly, took the drawing and ripped it in half. He’d expected me to cry, but I lunged across the table until we were in a full on wrestling match. Our parents were called, we were separated, and we were put in “detention” together. No recess, instead we had to stay in the classroom for the 2 hours.

And that was the start of our friendship, those two hours were like mini adventures, and we’ve had adventures ever since. We told each other everything. Even on dating issues, when he had girl problems and I had boy problems we helped each other out. And I will be honest. Chris was hot. Truly, when he hit sophomore year of high school his body changed. He hit the weight room, and when we went swimming together I couldn’t help but notice his newly defined abs. His hair flowed perfectly down his head with a luscious blonde color. His eyes were a warm, inviting, blue. He was the golden boy. And consequently he got attention from girls. It had never bothered me, unless he was in a bad relationship with a bitch, I had my own guy problems to work out.

We talked about sex too. Not in an intimate way, but just blatantly. He knew that I’d come so close to having sex senior year, that a guy popped my hymen with his finger, but I was still a virgin. Something had stopped me, and I was glad because the guy turned out to be the biggest asshole on the planet. I knew that Chris had sex for the first time as a junior, with the bitchiest girl on the east coast, and that fact had completely taken away from the experience.

Now that we were in college, things were different. I was at Princeton, and he was at Brown, and we rarely got to see each other. When we did, it was wonderful, when we didn’t, skype just didn’t always cut it. My girlfriends were awesome, but there was so much comfort in a guy friend. It was different, and in many ways, better. Seeing each other was bittersweet.

I lost my virginity freshman year, to a guy who I thought I loved. No instinct stopped me, and he still turned out to be an asshole. That was a few months ago, and I hadn’t told Chris yet.

Last week we found out we both had a four daylong weekend, and my roommates were going home, so Chris agreed to come stay for the weekend. As my best friend Krissa was packing and I was sitting on her bed, she turned to me.

“So he’s hot?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I had trouble admitting Chris’s attractiveness to myself.

“Friends with benefits?”

“NO.” I said, way too quickly. She looked at me quizzically.

“Sarah, what? Have you guys fucked?”

“No, he’s like my brother.”

“That was a lie,” God it is so fucking hard to lie to a Psych major, “the brother part. Well, you want to know what I think?”

“No, but your going to tell me anyway.”

“Either marry him or fuck him. Or both. Fuck him, if it feels right date him. Fuck him; if it feels wrong then go back to being friends, he’ll agree. Either way, you need to fuck him.”

“I’m not going to have sex with my best friend, Krissa, it doesn’t work that way.”

“Whatever. You obviously love the guy. And if you are compatible physically then it could be twice as good. You’re a smart girl Sarah, don’t be stupid about something that could actually work.” I watched silently as she zipped up her bag, grabbed her purse, hugged me, took a coke from the fridge and headed out. As she was leaving she turned back, her soft brown eyes were way too serious.

“Have fun in the apartment…” She paused smiled, her eyes brightened, “all alone, just the two of you.” And she was gone.

Chris arrived a few hours later. I could actually feel the relief of seeing him; it was like lying in your own bed after a long, hard trip. We sat down and I ordered pizza. I grabbed two beers form the fridge and we started to catch up. About everything, classes, teachers, friends, home etc. I hadn’t realized how much I’d truly missed him.

My phone started ringing, so I leaned down, while I was talking to Chris I didn’t even look at the caller ID but answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey poker oyna Babe,” it was Jasper, my ex, and his breathing was shaky. I could tell immediately he was drunk.

“I told you not to call me,” I said, frustrated. Chris looked at me, and his eyes pierced mine, searching them to figure out whom I was talking to.

“Butimishyou.”

“Your pathetic, I’m hanging up.”

“NO! No wait. Please. I have to tell you something.” I wanted so much to hang up, but curiosity was always my fatal flaw.

“Who is it?” Chris said, his patience completely gone. I held up a finger to my lips, but it was too late.

“ARE YOU WITH SOMEONE? Who are you with, who is he, I’ll kill him. Give me a name.”

“You are ridiculous. I’m tired of this bullshit. Goodbye.” But he didn’t stop, and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach.

“Does he know that I fucked you? Does he know that you screamed in ecstasy when I came inside of you? Remember babe, when we came together, when you rode me? Remember—-” I hung up.

Tears threatened, pooling at my eyelids. Chris was staring at me, shock and worry written on his face, in his eyes. I never cried. And he didn’t know what to do, seeing me on the edge of tears. I grabbed the trashcan that was sitting in the corner and I dry heaved. Bile rising up and burning my throat. I slid to the ground and I let the tears roll down my cheeks, for the first time in forever. Chris finally moved, he went over and lifted me up. I could feel the muscles in his arms contracting as he lifted all my weight. One arm under my knees, the other on my back. And he carried me to the couch, laid me down, sat down, and then pulled me into his arms.

He didn’t say anything, just held me there until I calmed down. Not in an intimate way, in the same way any friend would hold you when you were having a break down. He wiped the tears from my eyes and played with my hair above my ear. Finally I stopped breathing heavy and I closed my eyes. Just letting myself remember that I was safe with him that he wasn’t going to hurt me. I sat up and he looked at me, the concern on his face made me want to laugh and want to cry at the same time. It ended up this awkward mixture of both.

His concern deepened, “What?”. I smiled.

“Nothing, your just cute being all worried like that.”

“How could I not be? I’ve known you forever and I’ve never seen you break down like that. Tell me what happened.” Chris knew me well enough not to ask if I wanted to tell him, he knew that I would. And I did. I told him about Jasper. About everything that happened. About how I found out he was fucking another girl on the side.

“I can’t believe I gave it up to that…that asshole.” I looked down, finally admitting to myself everything that had happened, “it’s my biggest regret.” Chris lifted my chin up and smiled at me.

“Trust me, I know how you feel, remember Scary Mary?” We both laughed, remembering his first sexual experience.

“It literally makes me sick thinking about it,” I explained, pointing to the trashcan, “and I don’t have a good experience to compare it with. The other guy basically manhandled me.” We laughed again, and just his presence made me feel better. We just sat there in silence for a little, enjoying the feel of each other in the same room.

“Sarah?”

“Yes?”

“Why….” But he didn’t finish instead he just trailed off.

“Why what?”

“Why didn’t we ever, you know, date?” I looked at him but he wouldn’t meet my eyes, how was I supposed to answer that? He continued, “Like we never even tried it…we know exactly what each other is like, what we want.”

“But maybe that’s just it, maybe we know each other too well.”

“That doesn’t make any—” The doorbell rang and we both jumped a little.

“It’s just the pizza,” I said quietly, “I’ll get everything, turn on the TV.”

When I came back, that’s when our legs touched. I could see it in his eyes, he felt something too. I leaned over to grab the remote and when I looked up, Chris was looking down my shirt. Our eyes met and he turned bright red, then pretended like he was watching TV. I wasn’t even wearing a provocative shirt. Maybe he was just noticing how my freshmen 15 had all gone to my boobs, I went from A cups, to almost C cups. Maybe.

I leaned forward to grab some food, and a piece of my dark hair fell in my eyes. I pushed it behind my ear and sat back.

“Sarah, you do realize your really beautiful, right?” I looked at him and wondered what was going on, my stomach started to buzz a little.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water, you want one?” I said, completely avoiding the comment, he nodded. I stood up and walked into my little kitchen area. I went to go open the cabinet, but before I did I stopped and pressed my head against the cold glass. I felt heated, and I didn’t know what to think of how I was feeling. I reached up and grabbed two glasses, shutting the glass door.

But two arms wrapped around my waste. I barely kept canlı poker oyna from yelping, and dropped the glass. It hit the tabletop and rolled to a stop. I felt Chris’s body pressing against mine from behind, feeling the heat and also the gentleness in his touch. I felt butterflies in my stomach, like what happens when I’m about to take off in a plane.

He put his face in the nook of my neck and breathed his hot breath, his lips brushing me there. I let out an uncontrollable gasp and my back arched into him as a shiver ran down my body. Never before had I felt something so intense from just touching. I whirled around, and he kept his arms around me, our noses barely touching.

“Chris…” I gasped, and it was obvious I was having trouble controlling my breathing. He looked at me, and I looked at his lips, trying to resist the urge to attack them. If we were going to stop this, it had to be now.

“Sarah. Just give me one kiss. Just give me one taste, and if it feels so wrong then we can stop, we can go watch a movie and pretend that it never happened. One kiss.” His breathing was deep and hoarse.

“You and I…. we both know this is not going to be one kiss,” Then he kissed me. It was gentle at first, and his lips sent heat into my body and I immediately felt the wetness between my legs deepen. My pussy literally hurt when he kissed me, a feeling I had never felt. “Holy shit.” I said when we pulled away, my lips tingling.

“Not wrong. Not wrong at all.” And in response I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to mine, ferociously. The bulge in his pants touched my crotch; my legs were just long enough.

We opened our mouths and our tongues started to dance. I bit the bottom of his lip and sucked it up as I started to lift myself up. He knew exactly what I was doing and lifted me onto the counter. That way his bulge that was straining against his jeans was literally pressing into my crotch as I spread my legs and wrapped them around him. We kissed, never letting our lips part. We started to grind into each other; his bulge pushing into my crotch was too much. I felt like my wetness was going to seep through my pants and my pussy was burning, already begging for his dick.

We were so passionate that I barely noticed how we were slamming into the cabinet with our faux-fucking. The glass that was on the counter rolled off and broke into a million pieces. I didn’t even notice. His lips went to my neck again and I let out a moan, like smoke escaping a chimney. I shivered again, and had no idea my neck was such a sensitive spot. His hands grabbed either side of my shirt and tried to unbutton it, but he was shaking and it wasn’t working, but he kept kissing me, down towards me breasts.

It was taking too long, the buttons weren’t working. I pushed him away slightly and I could almost here my body protest. I grabbed either side and ripped it down, the buttons exploding off. He laughed and kissed me again, pushing the remnants of my shirt down my shoulders and off my body. He expertly unhooked my bra and yanked it away, kissing me as he cupped one of my breasts. The nipples hardened and perked up like they never had. He leaned down and licked one then suckled them. I threw back my head and moaned.

“Fuck. I want you inside me so badly right now,” I said as my pussy was contracting with each suckle of my breast. Chris didn’t respond but groaned in response and I could literally see his bulge get bigger. “Bedroom.” I said through a moan, putting my hands in his hair.

“What?” He asked, coming up to kiss me again.

“Bedroom!” I said, pointing. He grabbed me and lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him so that he could carry me. We stumbled across the room, kissing the whole way. He dropped me on the bed, ramming his bulge into my crotch. He sat up and lifted his shirt off. I stopped him from coming all the way down and ran my hands down his defined abs, they were incredible.

“I’ve wanted to touch these forever,” I said but then I saw the bulge of his pants and I unbuttoned them, my attention on something entirely new. But he laid me down, pushing himself between my legs and when our chests touched and my nipples rubbed against him it made me want to cum right there and then.

He unbuttoned my shorts and practically ripped them off my body along with my underwear. His hand touched my wet mound and I let out a yelp, a good erotic yelp. A noise I had never made before in my life. He stuck a finger in my hot hole, and it slipped in so easily because of my wetness. He leaned down and kissed me, and than kissed down my body over my nipples and to my pelvis, causing my to writhe underneath him.

He licked me and tasted it, making both of us let out a soft inner moan. He pumped his finger in and out while licking my clit. I could already feel myself about to explode.

“Oh fuck. I’m about to cum.” He just moaned in response and continued. “No! Stop.” He looked up, his finger now rubbing my clit; I was writhing, trying to prevent myself from exploding. “I want to come the first time with you inside me.” He looked at me and nodded. But it was my turn.

I grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them, yanking them off, and then the boxers. His cock swung out and I gasped, it was at least 9 inches, and when I grabbed it with my hand it grew and hardened until 10. I started to pump my hand around the shaft, and my pussy ached with the thought of it inside of me. I leaned down and licked it from his balls until I’d licked the pre-cum off the top.

He moaned, “Stop, I’m going to cum.” He leaned into me and kissed me, and I stopped, but I kept my hand on his monstrous dick, not wanting to let go. He looked around.

“Condom?” He asked, completely out of breath. I looked at him, and I had already made my decision.

“I’m on the pill. I want you to come inside of me.” That was all he needed for convincing. He rubbed his shaft along my slit, somehow making it impossibly wetter, “but…. how?” He looked where I was pointing, at the intense size of his dick. “How will it fit?”

“I know it will fit, want to know how?” I nodded and watched as he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. I spread my legs wide, and bent my knees slightly. “I know because we were made for each other. I know because we will be a whole and it will fit perfectly there, because that’s where it belongs. It was made to fit there.”

I wanted to laugh, or cry, or both again. Because what he said was perfect. Then he pushed his 10 incher into me. I cried out in pleasure as my pussy enveloped his cock, stretching as it filled me gloriously up. And he was right; his dick literally hit the end of my canal just as his balls hit my ass. He smiled at me, almost like “I told you so.”

He leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him hard back. “Hard or soft?” He asked me. I only needed to smile at him for him to know what I wanted. And I wanted it SO bad.

He pulled nearly all the way out, just so his head was puckering my flower. And then he dove back into me with a grunt. He started to pump, in out in out in out. And I started to feel the orgasm returning. His dick rubbed against my g-spot and I cried out, he knew he’d touched it. He started ramming into me harder. Faster and harder. He was moaning and I was practically screaming.

“Fuck. Holy fuck, yes yes yes. Come on fuck me, fuck me so hard! Fuck me COME ON! Harder! Please. YES! YES!” I could feel it building, and I could feel his dick start to quiver. He was nearly screaming too.

“UGH. FUCK! Fuck I’m going to come.” But he kept pumping.

Then he slowed down, his balls and dick still ready to explode. And he pulled in and out very slowly, slow enough that I could feel his dick twitching. That was all I needed. I came with as much force as a tsunami, it built up and I held it just on the edge, giving me the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. As that was happening Chris was pumping into me harder again fucking me like a machine. His dick exploded just as I went over the edge and we came together. I felt our juices rolling down my vagina inside me and it made my orgasm continue, I realized I was clutching myself to his back, my nails digging in. I sank to the bed, convulsions rippling through me and causing my whole body to shake. We kissed and he stayed there, inside me, semi-hard.

I clutched him to me, and we kissed, our breathing calming down as our orgasms subsided. I hadn’t felt anything like what I’d just experienced before; it was something unexplainable. He looked into my eyes and I felt his cock harden slightly inside of me, causing my pussy to contract around it. I giggled, and he silenced it with a kiss. He slid out and laid next to me so we were tangled together.

“I feel so empty without you inside of me, how did I go my whole life like this?” He laughed and in response he easily slid his softening member back in, just resting it there in my warmth.

“I think it finally found a home.” He said and we laughed at our silly comments, almost delirious in our lust filled haze. “Sarah…” I kissed him, without tongue, just to taste the salt of his sweat on his lips.

“I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way,” I whispered to him, and I could tell he knew what I meant.

“Sarah, I love you. Not the ‘I love you’ guys say during or after sex because they just wanted a fuck. I truly love you. I’ve never said that to anyone not related to me. Just looking at you makes my head spin…. and my dick grow hard, but it’s more than lust. I love you with all of my being, emotionally, and then…. and then this. This is more than I could ever imagine. Am I making any sense?” I looked at him and kissed him, knowing exactly what he was trying to say, but letting him know it didn’t need to be said because I felt it too.

“I love you too.” We laid there for some time, just in each other’s arms, the one part of our relationship we’d never gotten. “I better go clean up the kitchen,” I whispered after a long time. I stood up and started to walk out the door, but I heard the bed creak behind me. Chris grabbed me and spun me into his arms, our crotch’s touching and both of us immediately becoming aroused again.

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Shara spent the next few hours in an erotic daze. If her body wasn’t reliving the feeling of Peter’s huge cock slamming her in the alley way, Peter was coming up to her whispering about the things he wanted to do when she took him home with her. Her body was on fire, her pussy dripping its juices down her stocking clad thighs.

Heading out to the smoking area hoping the cool air would calm her, Shara leant against the wall. The smoking area was a narrow corridor to the side of the club with old red brick walls to the sides, wrought iron gates at the ends. Open to the night air it was a good place for people to smoke and cool down.

The corridor was full of people dressed in black. Industrial Goths with their pvc clothing and piercings, sprinkled with a few new romantic Goths in flowing velvet and lace, with glasses of red wine or beer in their hands.

Shara closed her eyes running her hands down her sides, imagining Peter’s hands running over her body. Her nipples were rock hard as her whole body pulsated with need; she felt like her tight little pussy was the centre of all feeling. All she could think of was Peter’s hot rod filling her hole, slamming in and out as he gave her the orgasm she was aching for. Unconsciously her hands start to cup her full breasts, pinching the nipples through the velvet of her dress.

Peter walked into the smoking area looking for Shara. He saw her at the far end with corridor, eyes closed, her hands squeezing her breasts and nipples. He groaned softly as his cock pulsed in his leather pants. Shara’s lips parted as her tongue sensually glided along her upper lip, teeth white and even as she bit onto her lower lip.

Maneuvering his way through the crowd like a stalking panther Peter approached Shara, taking her hands away from her breasts and sliding them around his waist grinding himself against her.

Shara was startled out of her fantasy by Peter’s actions, moaning as she felt his body grinding against hers, forcing her into the wall. Peter bent to her ear nibbling her lobe before growling,

“These tits belong to me tonight, no-one, not even you are to touch them without my express permission. Your body is mine; it will get no pleasure unless I am the one giving it. Do you understand?”

Wide-eyed Shara looked into his piercing blue eyes, her blue eyes stormy with desire.

“Yes…. Yes master, I understand.” Shara whispered

“Good girl.” Peter smiled “If you obey you will be rewarded, if you disobey you will feel the weight of my displeasure. Do you understand and agree?” Studying her face to see if Shara could accept his terms, Peter hoped she would, as it would ensure all kinds of pleasure for the remainder of the night.

Shara closed her eyes shuddering at the thought of totally submitting to Peter. Surges of desire raced through her body.

Opening her eyes, meeting Peters she stated firmly “I understand and agree Master”

His eyes flamed as he registered her complete acceptance of his control. Bending down to Shara’s lips Peter kissed her softly in thanks.

Licking her earlobe he whispered, “I promise you won’t regret this”

“I know I won’t” Shara moaned as she pulled Peter in for another kiss, communicating her need and desire through lips and tongue.

They both jumped as someone shouted “Ah geeze get a room guys!”

Peter grinned as Shara buried her burning face into his chest, “Maybe we should.”

“Oh shit, it’s my housemate.” Julia groaned as she saw the girl that was the focus of everyone’s laughter. “Great I’m not going to get much sleep tonight!” She complained rolling her eyes as the corridor burst out with laughter again.

Moving through the crowd with a sly smile plastered on her face, Julia approached Shara and Peter. Looking Peter up and down, glancing at Shara’s burning face, Julia smiled even wider. Looking coyly at Peter she purred,

“So you must be the mystery guy that is coming home with us tonight?” Staring at Peters groin Julia licked her lips suggestively. “Maybe I should get you home so that bulge in can be taken care of”

Julia was about five foot seven, with long curly chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Her breasts where small and pert, hips wide and flaring. She was reasonably attractive and a professional flirt. Friends would joke that she would flirt with anything that had a dick. Julia knew that men found her attractive and liked the power she felt she had over them. By going for guys interested in Shara, Julia felt that she was doing Shara a favor. If they lost interest in Shara and went for Julia it just showed they weren’t the right man for Shara in the first place.

Shara started to feel concerned as she saw Peter examining Julia. Julia was part of the reason she had little luck with guys over the last few months. They would start interested in her and move their attentions to Julia after meeting her. Each time it happened she would dip into a deep depression about her general state of unattractiveness, she wasn’t poker oyna sure if she would be able to cope with it this time.

Peter studied Julia, he heard plenty about her, but had never met her. General opinion was that she was a cock tease, the main reason most men hovered around her was due to the vain hope that they’d be allowed into her pants. He could see no depth in her eyes, to him that was just a sign of how shallow she was. Peter looked quickly at Shara as he felt her trying to draw away from him, her eyes becoming blue pools of hurt.

Caressing Shara’s face, running his finger over Shara’s bottom lip Peter replied coolly to Julia “I do believe that Shara is the one taking me home, to my understanding you are merely the driver.”

Eyes widening in surprise Shara realized that Peter was rejecting Julia. She smiled joyously and sucked Peter’s thumb into her mouth, biting gently.

Julia looked as though she had been slapped and snarled, “Well I’m leaving now so if you want a ride you had better hurry.”

Julia turned slamming her way back through the crowd to the exit.

Shara giggled in nervous reaction, “I wouldn’t worry too much she doesn’t have the house keys, I do.” She glanced up at Peter and blushed.

Leaning down Peter kissed Shara passionately. Staring into her eyes he firmly stated, “Julia could not be even remotely attractive to me. I prefer women, not spoilt little girls. I have wanted you longer then I have wanted any woman. Be sure that I will be in no-one else’s bed but yours tonight.” Kissing eyelids lightly he smiled “But we had better catch up with her as I don’t have the money for a taxi.”

Holding onto Shara’s hand Peter guided through the crowd, protecting her from being jostled by the dancers.

They rapidly caught up with Julia who glared at them both as she unlocked the car. Peter opened the rear passenger door for Shara, ensuring that she was settled before walking around to the opposite side, letting himself in. He had barely closed his door before Julia had gunned the engine, leaving the curb in a cloud of smoke.

Julia made her displeasure clear with her abrupt driving on the way home, taking corners fast so that Peter and Shara were thrown from side to side. Shara felt a bit shaken by the time they got home, she hated being a passenger at the best of times. Her hands shook a little as she tried to fit the key into the dead lock. As she opened the door she was pushed aside by Julia who stormed into the house.

Peter shot a filthy look at Julia’s back as he checked Shara to make sure she was all right. Holding the door open for her, he courteously guided her through. As he looked around he could tell that Shara decorated the house. The hallway was wide and inviting, painted a cool blue with jarrah floorboards. The rich red color of the wood added warmth to the room.

“Welcome to my home.” Shara said smiling up at him. She loved her home; she bought it a year ago with the money she inherited on her Mothers death. After six months of painting and refurbishing she had moved in. It had three bedrooms and two bathrooms, jarrah floorboards throughout. The cost was more then she had expected which is why Julia had moved in to help with the expenses.

“My room is the first to the right” Shara took Peter’s hand as guided him down the hallway. Opening the door she pulled Peter gently in, closing the door behind him. Anxiously she looked at him from under her eyelashes as he took in the room.

Peter loved her room, it was softly feminine in such a way that was inviting but not overpowering to him. So many women had such girlie rooms that he felt like an invader. The walls were painted a very soft pink like sunset on a summer’s day. Dark red curtains shielded the large window to the right of the room. The centerpiece of the room was a queen sized four-poster bed, jarrah like the floorboards. Silver satin curtains hung from the bed held back by lilac cords, matching the lilac and silver satin bedspread. Red cotton sheets matching the curtains peeked out from under the pillows.

Peter smiled down at Shara approvingly “I like the bed, is it strong?”

“Strong enough that you can suspend someone from the posts” Shara blushed as she wondered if Peter would realize that she had the bed custom made for that purpose. Hidden at the top of the canopy was a sling with restraints that she was hoping would be used on her one day.

Peter looked at her curiously as she blushed and wondered what secrets she had hidden in her room. Stroking his hands across her shoulders he kissed her softly, resting his head on hers he whispered “I don’t know about you but I feel very sweaty after all that dancing, will you have a shower with me?”

Shara felt her nipples tighten again at the thought of being naked with Peter. As her pussy throbbed she moaned softly.

“I’ll…erm… I’ll just get you a towel.” She stammered.

Spinning she opened the door and hurried down the hall to the linen closet. canlı poker oyna As soon as Shara left the room Peter started to remove his clothes, laying them on the wooden chest at the end of the bed.

“Here’s your towel…” Shara’s jaw dropped as she saw Peter’s naked body for the first time.

Mesmerized her gaze wandered all over his body. Unlike a lot of Goths Peter spent time on the beach and had a light tan. He swam every day to keep his body lightly muscled. Shara licked her lips hungrily when her gaze rested onto his cock. Nine inches of throbbing man hood stood from his groin like a flagpole. Her eyes closed as she swayed caught up in the memories of how his hot cock felt sliding into her.

Striding up to Shara, Peter gripped her shoulders as he kissed her hungrily. Sliding his hands down to her hips he pulled up the fabric of her skirt, bending his knees he eased his cock under so that it was pushing at her pussy. He could feel how hot and wet she was.

Taking a deep breath to calm Peter growled, “How about that shower?

Shara gazed up at him her eyes glazed with passion, her lips begging for more kisses. His words took a little while to register in her passion fogged brain.

“Oh of course, the bathroom is attached to the bedroom; the door is to the right of the bed.” Shara was hit by a sudden burst of shyness, unable to meet Peter’s eyes. “You can go first.”

Peter chuckled; one of the things that attracted him to Shara was her curious mixture of shyness and sexual confidence. On one hand she was like a shy schoolgirl, the other a sexual vixen that took his cock to the hilt in the alleyway. Placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head to force her to meet his eyes. He purred “I don’t think you understand, my dear, we are showering together. I am not letting you out of my sight now.”

Taking advantage of her shock he undid the zipper of her dress, guiding the straps off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. He took a step back so that he could gaze at her. Shara stood slightly hunched over, her arms crossed as if to hide from his view. Peter stepped to her and tilted her head so that he could look at her face.

“Shara you are a beautiful woman, don’t hide your body from me. I have waited eight years to be with you and I want to enjoy it all. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of.” He whispered gently, caressing her lower lip with his thumb.

Her eyes brimming with tears, Shara’s lower lip trembled. She whispered “John always said I was fat and that my boobs are saggy.”

Peter closed his eyes at the pain in her voice. “Shara honey, I have felt your body and I wanted it, now I want to see it. Let me be the judge. Stand proud for me baby. Will you try?”

Shara took a deep breath and nodded; taking another deep breath she took a step back, her arms by her sides. Inhaling deeply she squared her shoulders meeting his eyes as he gazed at her.

Peter felt his cock pulse as he stared at her standing there. Shara was dressed only in her knee-high platform boots, stockings, and black lacey garter with matching bra. Her breasts where large and creamy, at least a D cup, he could see her nipples straining through the lace. Her mound was smooth and hairless; he could see her pussy lips, flared and moist.

Peter couldn’t resist those breasts. Firmly cupping them he flicked his thumbs over her nipples. Kissing her hungrily, his hands roamed to her back, undoing her bra and cupping her bare arse. Moving away from her he smiled at her passion flushed face.

“How on earth could any man call you fat and saggy Shara? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Those tits are screaming for me to lick and fuck them. Hurry, undress for me so we can shower.”

Shara blushed as she bent over to undo the zip to her boots, sighing as Peter moved behind her to cup her arse cheeks. She paused to savor the sensation.

“I thought I told you to undress?” Peter growled slapping her arse firmly.

Shara moaned, hurrying unzipping and sliding off the boots. As she undid the garter belt she smiled slightly, wiggling her arse against Peter’s legs she rolled the stockings slowly down her legs, looking up in between her legs to be sure Peter was enjoying the view.

Slapping her arse again Peter growled, “Enough teasing, if you’re a good girl I may let you wash my cock.”

Smiling lustfully Shara led the way to the bathroom, turning on the shower so that the water was pulsing and warm. Stepping under the water she pulled Peter in after her. Peter bent down to kiss her fierily, his hands wandering all over the water slick body, with Shara eagerly doing the same to him.

Reaching up Shara grabbed the washcloth and body wash. The scent of vanilla filled the room as she squeezed out some.

“Shall I wash your back for you master?” She purred.

Peter smiled his assent as he turned his back to give her easier access. He moaned softly as her hands started to glide over his back, moving down to soap his buttocks and legs. As she stood up he felt her finger press lightly against his anus, he relaxed his arse muscles and her finger slowly slid into his puckered hole. He groaned as she slid her finger in and out a few times.

“I think it’s time you washed my front now baby.” Peter groaned, he wasn’t how much longer he would be able to stop from cumming if she kept fingering his arse.

Sliding her finger out of his puckered hole, Shara turned Peter around so that she could start soaping his chest, working her way down, she carefully avoided his groin as she soaped down his left leg and up his right. Peter growled in frustration as she purposely avoided the area he wanted her to pay attention to the most.

Shara smiled knowingly looking at his cock through her lashes. She wanted to taste it; she wanted to know just how much of his nine inches of thickly veined pulsing man meat she could fit into her mouth.

Reaching out with her tongue she gently licked at the pre cum welling at the head. Moving to lick around the rim and slit, she gently took the head of his cock into her mouth sucking.

Peter moaned and gripped Shara’s hair in his hands as she felt her hot mouth sucking on his cock.

“I want to cum in your mouth Shara, suck me, make me cum and swallow all I give you.” Peter growled.

Thrusting his cock further into Shara’s mouth he then leaned against the wall of the shower for support.

Shara began to lick down the length of Peters cock, sucking gently on his balls when she reached the bottom before licking her way back up to the tip. Her tongue stroking and licking the slit and rim before taking the head back into her mouth. Sucking hard, she slid her way down his pulsing rod until he hit the back of her throat, unable to go any deeper Shara used one hand to mark her choking point. Her fingers forming a circle around his cock, she started setting a slow and steady rhythm sucking his cock in and out of her mouth.

Peter groaned at the sensations he was receiving from Shara’s attention on his cock. Her mouth was like a tight pussy sliding up and down; her tongue drove him wild as she stroked the underside of his cock. He knew his orgasm wasn’t far away after the night of teasing he had given himself by not cumming in Shara when he fucked her in the alleyway. His balls felt like they were on fire as her hand softly cupped them, her index sliding along the ridge between his balls and anus.

Using one hand to stroke the length of cock she couldn’t swallow Shara set a steady pace as she fucked Peters cock with her mouth. She felt his balls pulse as she rubbed her finger against his puckered hole and knew his orgasm wasn’t too far away. Increasing her speed she slid her finger slowly into him, stroking in time to her sucking.

The surges of passion that he was feeling from the attentions of Shara’s mouth and finger were more then Peter could cope with. He felt the surge in his balls as Shara pressed and stroked against his G spot. His fingers gripped her hair as his orgasm ripped through him.

“Oh god that’s good…. I’m cumming Shara!”

Shara kept milking his cock as she moved so just the head of his cock was in her mouth, his cum filling it with a sweetly salty flavor. She let it pool in her mouth before swallowing, as stream after stream of cum flooded her mouth.

Peter groaned as he felt his cock emptying its load into Shara’s eager mouth. Holding onto her shoulders for support he lost himself in the feeling, gently fucking Shara’s mouth as his cock started to soften.

Once she was sure that Peter was milked dry, Shara slowly kissed her way up his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples. Looking up impishly she asked, “Are you pleased Master?”

Peter chuckled deeply, “I am very pleased, and you didn’t spill a drop. Now it is time for your reward.”

Taking the washcloth from her hand, Peter squeezed some more body wash onto it. Pressing her into his chest he began to wash her back in slow circular movements. Shara sighed blissfully as the light sprinkling of hair on his chest teased her nipples.

Peter’s hands stroked down her back firmly, bending his knees he soaped up her arse and worked his way down the back of her thighs. As his mouth reached her mound he flicked his tongue briefly against her pussy lips. Shara moaned, opening her legs in invitation.

Unable to resist such an invitation but wanting to enjoy it to the fullest, Peter turned off the water. Pulling Shara out of the shower stall he wrapped a towel around her quickly drying her skin. Shara moaned at the roughness of the towel against her sensitized skin. Kissing her roughly Peter rapidly dried himself, taking her by the hand he led her into the bedroom.

Standing her at the edge of the bed Peter kissed Shara hungrily, his tongue stabbing demandingly into her mouth. Biting gently on her full lower lip, Peter moved to her neck, biting and kissing. His hands slid up her chest to gently cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking teasingly along her nipples. Peter left a trail of fire down Shara’s chest as he nibbled his way down to her rock hard nipples.

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This is a True Story. Jean and I are both of Legal Age.

I started work at the Hotel when I was 14. Helping in the Dining Room as a bus boy. Jean, the Hostess, was my brother’s best friend’s mom and she was also the mother of a girl in my senior class homeroom. She was attractive, sexy and curvy, and had a lovely southern accent. Every Saturday night her husband would pick her up after work and give me a ride home too. I only lived 6 blocks away in the City of Philadelphia.

When I was 16 I obtained my drivers license and got a car and some times she would ask me for a ride home, instead of making her husband come all the way to work and pick her up. It was stupid of him to come and get her when I was going the same way.

When I was alone with her I would tease her at the intersection of the Interstate. I would say right or straight, meaning straight for home or right to the strip of motels. She would laugh and say straight.

I gathered from conversations that her husband had a girlfriend as some nights he would tell her to get a ride home as he was working. She knew about his girl friend and I think a lot of others did too. On Labor Day weekend he would usually take his younger two sons and go to the Drag Races. They would leave on Friday, and stay Sat, Sun and Monday. This one year, Labor Day 1970, she asked me to come in and stay with her as she was a little afraid of being alone in the house. poker oyna The neighborhood had gotten a little rough. A few neighbors had their houses broken into. I said no problem. I spent the night and slept in her son’s room on the third floor.

Another year went by and it was Friday Night, Labor Day Weekend of 1971. As usual I drove her home and she asked me to stay. We sat in the living room. I was on the end of the couch closest to the TV and she sat at the other end. She put her feet in my lap and asked me to rub them. She had already removed her pantyhose. I rubbed her left foot and calf and was up to her knee and then I felt the inside of her creamy thigh. It was so soft. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed and there was a smirk of contentment on her face.

I slid her right foot closer to me and adjusted the left one a little farther away. I was rubbing her foot, and her calf and I was up to her knee. Again I got to feel the soft skin of her thigh. I moved my fingers up a little higher and rubbed a little softer. I looked down and I could see her panties as her skirt had ridden up high.

At that time her son, my older brother’s friend came home and when she heard him at the door she swung her feet down and we were sitting there watching TV. She had figured he had gone to the South Jersey Shore with the rest of his friends, but he had to stay home until Saturday morning. He said hello and canlı poker oyna then he said good night as he wanted to go to bed.

Jean arose from the couch and said we should go and get something to eat. We drove around for a few blocks and most of the stores were closed. She turned to me in the car and said she was not really hungry. She had to get out of the house. She asked me if I knew why she had to get out of the house and I said no. She then told me that I had made her extremely horny and that she needed to cool off. I drove back and she went to bed and I slept in her son’s bedroom.

On Saturday night the same thing happened again. (Almost like the Movie Ground Hog Day). I was sitting there rubbing her feet and did the left leg first and then I was working on her right one. My hands got higher and higher. Her soft skin felt so wonderful to me. She parted her legs a little more and my hand rose higher and higher. My little finger rubbed against her cotton panties and she moved a little and a sigh came from her lips. Her legs opened a little more and I got to rub my whole hand up and down her panty clad pussy. Her panties were very moist.

At this time Jean rolled onto the floor and pulled me on top of her. She kissed my lips with her soft lips. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Here I was kissing an older woman, who kissed like no other high school girl I had been with. Being a virgin, I internet casino was not really sure of what to do exactly. She asked me if I wanted to make love to her. She said that I would have no worries with her and with that she took her panties off.

I had always wanted to taste a woman and I asked her if I could lick her “down there”. She pulled her legs up and spread them wide and pushed my head towards her lovely pussy. It was my first look, smell and taste of a woman. My only previous experience was some kissing, and titty play with some of the local girls.

I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I pushed it in as far as I could. She placed her feet on my shoulders, gripped my hands in her hands and after a few minutes she pushed real hard with her feet as she pulled my hands. She had an orgasm from my licking. I was really proud of myself.

She then reached down, undid my belt, pulled down the zipper of my jeans and pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. She took my cock and guided it to her hot wet hole and I slid in. Here I was, my first time and it felt great. I pumped in and out as I kissed her. Her French Kisses was hard and I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue was all over my mouth and she was matching me stroke for stroke. I knew I was about to cum and I told her and she said to go ahead. I shot a gallon of my juice into her. I had never cum before unless it was by hand (mine or a dates). It felt so wonderful.

She was not sure if anyone would be coming home later that night so I had to sleep in the other room. But the next year, I got to sleep in the king sized bed, but that is another story.

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To make a long story short, as a rule I am incredibly attracted to mature aged women. Say 40 to 50 years old. But one day while perusing my favourite site, Literotica, I came across a story that sent shivers down my spine and straight up my cock. I had to chat to this alluring woman. All I could gather was that she was 62 and a wanton, horny minx that adored the attention of younger men. After a few emails we began to exchange erotic stories and chat and over time things became very heated indeed.

Me. Well I’m 37, married, 2 kids and live on the other side of the globe. I do ok I guess. I have never had any complaints. As a Tradesman I manage to keep a good shape and have a career that occasionally sees me travel to certain European destinations. When I finally got the chance to go to the UK for business I knew we just had to meet. A few emails and sly phone calls later, I had the UK and more to the point, a rendezvous with the luscious Krystal in my sights.

Alighting from the plane at Heathrow at about 08.30 I began my journey to the baggage carousel amongst the mass of patrons alighting the 747. While awaiting baggage collection I switched my mobile phone on to connect to a local network. After what seemed like about 5 minutes wait my travel weary backpack came around the corner just as my phone announced by way of an alert tone that I had 3 messages awaiting my attention. I collected my bag and started to make my way to the customs area to start my first journey into the United Kingdom. Dialling the international number required to collect my voice messages. The queue I had joined slowly meandered toward the scrutineering point. The first message was from my wife noting that I should get some sleep and adjust to the time difference before calling the next morning UK time to catch up. The second was a little hard to decipher at first.

What appeared to be a woman’s moans and sighs, a variety of heavy breathing and then it ended. Clueless as to the origin of that one I listened intently as the third message began to play. “Hi Jimmy baby, this is Krystal here. I couldn’t wait for your arrival any longer and I had to start without you. Hope you don’t mind? Call me as soon as you arrive please” she almost demanded and then, the message ended.

I made my way through customs without too much unexpected delay into the foyer area and began to look for some form of transport. Coming across a Taxi rank I decided now would be as good a time as any to call in and see what Krystal was up to before heading off downtown to check into my hotel.

The phone call was fairly brief but there was no doubt she was certainly excited about my close proximity. Krystal had pre-empted my arrival and had headed into London to meet me as soon as possible. I grabbed the first cab off the rank and started toward the hotel at Waterloo. I checked in and hit the shower straight away then shaved and dressed for our liaison. Knowing where I was staying Krystal suggested we meet at the nearby “Bull’n’Bush” pub for lunch. Donned in my suit jacket over a nice long sleeve tee shirt and black jeans I walked to my destination after receiving directions from the hotel staff. I was taking in the heritage and the architecture of the surroundings as I walked. Pretty soon I arrived at the pub and entered to find about 8-10 people gathered around in about 3 different groups having a quiet lunchtime pint.

I made my way to the bar and awaited the barmaid to cross the floor to serve me. She was quite luscious to my eyes. I guess about 45yo with the looks of a more buxom Anita Dobson. If I wasn’t here too meet Krystal I would have certainly tried my luck with this hot woman especially as I noticed she didn’t adorn a wedding band. We chatted briefly about what beer I would like to order and as soon as she heard my Australian accent she went into a spool about the difference between all the beers they had to offer. I took my pint, stuffed my pound sterling into my pocket and made my way to a booth table where I had a fairly unobstructed view of the door to keep an eye out for Krystal’s arrival.

I guess I was about half way through my beer when the doors swung open and I recognised her from her pictures straight away. My stomach began to churn slightly from that instant onset of nervousness when you are to meet a long time internet friend/lover for the first time. She looked absolutely wonderful. She spotted me across the room. Krystal smiled and began to cross the floor to meet me as I rose from my chair to greet her. I have never seen a mature woman look so damn elegant and sexy. Curvaceous and sophisticated, she wore about 3 inch heels (I guess). Her legs were phenomenal, encased in obviously expensive black stockings featuring a scattered embossed heart about every 4 inches or so in a diamond pattern. Her dress was shapely, flowing and incredibly feminine. The top few buttons were undone revealing a heavy cleavage adorned by a thin, gold necklace. Over this she wore an open blazer like jacket; it was obviously poker oyna tailored to her figure. Krystal was a picture of elegance. We embraced tightly but at the same time a little apprehensively because of not knowing what the next few hours may reveal.

We chatted like old friends all through lunch but the sexual tension was so damn thick I just knew we would be leaving here as soon as we finished our meal. As soon as we hit the sidewalk we were all over each other and let me tell you this woman’s kisses were beyond belief. So damn passionate and feverish just the way I like it. I could kiss for hours with this woman and Krystal had me as hard as rock the instant our hungry mouths met.

Not unlike your typical New York movie scene I desperately attempted to hail a taxi as soon as we broke our embrace. So damn hungry I was to get this woman into my private hotel room for our long anticipated tryst. Eventually some bewildered taxi driver took pity on my obvious frustration and pulled up to the curb. In the back seat together for the short ride to my hotel our mouths were interlocked again. Next thing I know Krystal had her hand in my crotch squeezing hard at my throbbing cock through my jeans. Her other hand quickly directed mine between her parting, squirming thighs and toward her wanton opening.

Oh my fucking god! Krystal was wetter than any woman I had ever experienced. As I had assumed she did indeed wear suspenders below her dress but unknown to me until then, she wore no underwear. There was a plume of soft hair above her pussy but the majority of what I could feel was indeed bald. Just like turning on a switch, the moment my finger felt the wetness of her womanly pussy my nostrils were awoken to the aroma of her heat. I couldn’t believe I had not noticed this until now. Instantly Krystal began moaning into my mouth as I began exploring and inserting my now lubricated fingertip into her. We had not even noticed the taxi come to a halt until the driver coughed to get our attention. Quickly I pushed 20 pounds into his outstretched palm, more than enough to cover the short journey. As if late for an appointment we hurriedly walked, almost trotted into the hotel foyer and began to climb the nearest staircase. I lead the way with Krystal closely behind as we ascended the whole two floors to my room.

I had extracted the key from my pocket as we were climbing and was now trying to get it into the door lock when she ripped my shirt from where it was tucked into my waist and quickly pushed her hands beneath it and they snaked around to my front. Upon the touch she began squeezing my nipples hard enough to make me squirm.

As I finally twisted the key and released the door she had already unbuckled my belt and as I stepped into the room she pulled hard on the buckle withdrawing it from around my waist. I grabbed the other end just as it released from the last cleat and I dragged her into the room using the belt like a tow rope then closed and locked the door behind us.

As I tossed my coat onto the nearby side table Krystal was dragging my shirt off over my head. This too went the way of the table and instantly we were all over each other again our mouths attacking the other with unbridled lust. I slid my hands beneath her jacket and began to ease it off her shoulders as we feverishly made out. As it slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor behind her I brought my hands up to her amazingly full breasts and began to knead them sensuously again extracting a heavenly moan from her busy mouth.

My finger fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and slowly one by one they succumb to my persistence. I slipped my hands into the opening at her front and softly ran my palms up the tops of her heaving breasts until the shoulders of the garment spilled over the tops of her arms and it snaked its way down her delightful torso. With a slight waggle of her waist the entire dress collected in a pool at her feet.

I broke from our kiss to bask in the beauty of the woman I held before me. With a very saucy grin on her face Krystal looked me deep in the eye as she ran her tongue across her upper lip “like what you see honey” she questioned knowing damn well what my answer would be.

What I had initially thought was to be a bra and garter was indeed an incredibly sexy bustier or corset of some kind. I indeed didn’t know what to call the garment but I defiantly liked what I saw. It was entwined with fancy black lace and red stitching. Purple silk triangular cups encased her breasts which were now heaving and rising with every breath she took. Just a hint of auburn areole was peaking above the tops of the bra section and I could see definite lumps beneath the fabric where her nipples were trying to break free of its constraint.

“Like what I see! Are you kidding Krystal? I want to devour you” I replied unnecessarily. My hands grasped her midriff and I started placing little kisses upon her exposed tit flesh. I snaked my tongue beneath the soft fabric and swirled canlı poker oyna it around her hard nubs one at a time helping them break from their constraint until they stood proud and exposed above the sexy silk and lace. I guided one hand down her sexy stomach and slowly between her legs. Krystal crouched slightly allowing her thighs to part as again I began to feel the heat of her drenched pussy.

Her labia were swollen like none other I had ever experienced and her clit was proud and erect. “Oh my god, you’re driving me mad Jimmy. Just fuck me now baby” she all but begged “I want your hard cock now”. I however had other plans for right now.

I broke away from my goddess and dove onto the bed lying on my back just eyeing her up and down. I reached down and undid my jeans and Krystal slinked forward, removed my shoes and began tugging at the cuffs of my jeans signalling me to raise my arse from the mattress so she could slip my jeans off my legs. Then one by one she lifted a sexy heel onto the bed and undone the strap that held it onto her slender ankle and slipped her stocking clad foot from inside. Reaching to undo the straps from her stocking tops and also remove them I quickly interjected “please leave them on baby”.

“Oh you are my kinky boy. I thought smoking was your fetish?” she announced before climbing onto the bed.

As Krystal began crawling her way up from the base of the bed she slid one of her hands into each leg opening of my silk boxer shorts. Her left hand cupped my balls and her right gripped my solid shaft tightly and stretched its length to an almost painful point where the head appeared out of the waistband. An enormous dollop of pre-cum was welling in the eye and within seconds she had her mouth closed over the helmet as her tongue swiped the culprit from the eye. As she withdrew her lips, they were so tightly wrapped around my cock an audible “plop” was heard as they released their suction like grip. God this woman is insatiable.

Krystal then withdrew her hands from my shorts and sat back on her haunches as she straddled my legs. I got my first good look at her pussy from my position and it was absolutely glistening with her juices. “Come up here baby” I announced accenting the fact by curling my index finger as I spoke.

Again she began to crawl up the bed until again our mouths met in an unequalled kiss. Again we were overpowered with lust. We were writhing and squirming together, our hands roaming and caressing every piece of the others body. Krystal then scrunched up her midriff and I could feel the wet heat of her pussy slither upon my stomach. Smiling at me with her eyes she then lengthened her mid section and the purple throbbing head of my cock was sucked inside between her meaty labia. “Awwww honey, not yet” I pleaded.

“Why not baby? I want you to fuck me now” she scolded.

“Because I want to eat you first” was my reply. This brought a satisfying smile to her otherwise content and beautiful face. She pushed up onto her arms and engulfed my entire length forcing my shorts to push away. Krystal began to circle her hips upon my rod before lifting her groin of my now slippery cock leaving me feeling instantly cold down there.

“Well if that’s what you want Jimmy” she muttered as she again began to shuffle higher up the bed.

“Krystal honey, ride my face. I want you to dominate me like that until you cum. Then we can fuck” I announced.

Rising up onto her knees her wanton pussy was presented before my eyes. Her juices were literally running out of her gaping opening. The labia were swollen and the puffy flesh was almost ugly in the most gorgeous way. They were parted and ready for sex and protruding from her clitoral hood was the biggest, sexiest blood engorged clit I have ever seen. Krystal grabbed hold of the brass bed head and hovered above my face as I parted her opening with my fingers. Right before my eyes was her vaginal entrance which was opening slightly then clenching in time with her heavy breathing and each time more milky fluid would well at her entrance. “You need to know that I cum hard baby. Do you think you can handle that?” she suggestively asked although needlessly.

“That’s what I was hoping” was my last words before sliding my tongue from the base of her vagina to the tip of her clit, instantly extracting a girly squeal of surprise.

Her smell and taste was exquisite, tangy and lightly salty. Lowering her body weight down upon my face, she began to slowly hump my mouth. I lapped at her pussy with my snaking tongue as my nose exerted firm pressure upon her clit for a while. This was obviously feeling good to her because her moaning became deep and intense. Pretty soon her gyrations became more frantic and as she lifted her body weight a little I could alternate between licking from her puckered anus all the way to her clit and engulfing her swollen button with my lips and sucking hard.

This was sending Krystal over the top. She released one hand from the bed internet casino head and started tweaking and mashing her hard nipples. My face was becoming increasingly soaked with her sex fluid as her orgasm approached. It became ever increasingly harder to breathe but I was in heaven and there was absolutely no stopping now. I managed to bring a hand into her zone and part her labia wider with my fingers allowing my tongue to probe her hole deeper. Her pussy was pulsing around my tongue. The deeper I fucked her with it the more she bucked and writhed.

Panting, moaning “cum…..cum…..going to…to cum….baby” Krystal began mashing her pussy down harder.

I slipped my now wet fingers back to her puckered arse and probed at her hole. As my index finger slipped inside her I totally wrapped my lips around her clit and began to suck and hum. This was her trigger and her whole body began to shake in orgasm. For a moment Krystal went deftly silent as the moment intensified and then in one enormous rush she cum. Oh my lord did she cum.

The noises she made were so sexy, I was sure any one staying on this floor or the next for that matter would now know what was going on in my room. There was a flood of her juices that poured onto my face but I was determined to keep her clit firmly between my pursed lips as it swelled to what felt like twice its aroused size and literally throbbed in time with her fast beating heart. When the quake began to subside I returned to lapping at her pussy drinking in her nectar. Her pussy was so sensitive now each touch of my tongue sent her thighs into a quiver.

Krystal slumped against the bed head gathering her composure for a minute of two as I continued licking her and slowly fucking her puckered arse with my finger. After a minute of lapping at her wet pussy the moaning began to increase again. Krystal pushed away from the bed head with one hand and reached back with the other slipping her fingers around my rigid shaft and began masturbating me in time with my tongue strokes. “Just fuck me Jimmy” she moaned while lifting her heated snatch from my face.

As she shuffled backward down the bed I was reaching upward and caressing her breasts. Her lovely nipples were taught and proud. Rising to her knees again she fully removed my shorts from where they sat upon my upper thighs and tossed them off the bed. Krystal then began kissing my torso all over as she made her way back to my lips.

She began licking her fluid off my face before locking with me in a hungry kiss. Our tongues were exploring each others with vigour and she lowered her groin toward my hard cock. Swirling her hips and positioning my Turgeon at her entrance she lowered onto me slowly. Slurping sounds emanated as she again rose upward as our bodies became one. I adore a slippery and accommodating pussy and Krystal’s was as amazingly perfect for me as any I had had the pleasure of experiencing before. As our rhythm began to increase in tempo our continuing kiss became almost impossible to continue. Our upper bodies were mashed together and the bed rocked and groaned as we humped.

I wrapped my arms around behind her and began releasing the clasps of her corset one by one, slowly the tension the garment exerted upon her torso was relented and her full buxom breasts were released. Krystal took her weight off my chest as she pushed back onto my cock hard and I slipped the corset away from where it lay between us.

I rose from where I lay to fully engulf her erect and straining nipple into my hungry mouth. This action alone extracted a long sultry sigh from my hot mature lover. Releasing her breast from my mouth our eyes met. I don’t know if I gestured with my eyes or if we were so in sync with each other but we rolled to the side in unison until I was then perched between her glorious womanly thighs. Krystal looked to me smiling as I began to thrust into her. Holding myself up upon my arms she brought her knees up high and parted her heels wide allowing me to easily work my rock hard cock deep into her tunnel of lust.

As I arched my back and Krystal pushed her hips to meet me I felt the telltale hard nub brush over the upper edge of my helmet. The squeal Krystal released and the way her teeth bit slightly at her lower lip confirmed I was contacting her G-spot. Recognising this I maintained my position and tempo to increase her pleasure.

Her deep guttural moans were becoming louder and more powerful with each thrust. Her eyes were intense and she brought one hand to her midriff between us and slipped it down to manipulate her own clit. Her other hand began mashing and tweaking at her breasts and nipples. The erotic display was becoming too much for me to take and my own orgasm was fast approaching.

Grunting now, Krystal was getting very close to another climax “cum…” she would grunt “cum… Jimmy” again, “cum… so close” as if I needed a warning.

My own sounds were matching hers as we fucked for everything we were worth. As Krystal looked into my eyes I could see the intensity in her heart and her telltale shaking began. My toes began to tension as my own cum boiled up from my balls. Slosh, squelch sounds were coming sexily from our point of unison (I love that sound).

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I was a pretty wild teenager, by the standards of my family and many of my friends. Although I attended a Catholic school, and made good grades, I drank beer, drag raced my car, and worked very hard at trying to have sex with every attractive girl I saw.

I was always told I was a good looking guy, with a pleasant personality and I guess it was true, because I could get a date with almost any girl I chose. It was during the actual date that the problems started. I always found interesting topics of conversation to discuss with the girl, usually discovered shared interests we could enjoy together, and by the end of the night had become pals. While I could count on one hand the girls I had French kissed, it would take a computer to record the ones who called me their “Big Brother” or best friend.

My friend Bill, laughed at me, because I dated pretty, intelligent girls, and remained a virgin, while he was dating, uh, let’s say, more open and willing girls and having great success.

So I asked out one girl who had a reputation as a slut. The word on the street was that no guy had ever dated her and failed to score. We went to a drive in movie theater, where a Disney flick was showing. Before the credits had finished running, she was in my arms and I was kissing her. Her blouse was unbuttoned before the heroine even met a wicked witch, and her bra was off by the first bite of the apple. I was in heaven.

Then Wanda said something really clever about the movie, and that started us on a conversation about fairy tales and the motion picture industry. Damn, she was smart and witty, and I almost missed that part of her. We talked about her dreams and desires; I told her about my ambitions. As the heroine and the Prince began their presumed “happy ever after,” Wanda was putting her bra back on, buttoning up her blouse, and saying “I never actually watched a movie all the way through before, except with my parents.”

Yes, sure, we went to a well-known “lovers’ lane” after the show, but by that time we were destined to be friends, The final nail in the coffin of my desire was when she smiled at me, as I was plotting how I could get her pants off, and said “You’re the first boy I ever dated that didn’t try to have sex with me.” Shit, if I had tried any harder, I would have had a coronary!

Skipping ahead, here. No I never slept with Wanda, and five years later, she called me to tell me she was engaged. I said “Great, honey. Why did you call me?”

‘Because, if you want me to, I’ll break up with him. I’ve always loved you, you know.”

Note to self: How did you miss that?

There were many others, beautiful girls, not-so beautiful girls. They all liked me. They kissed me; they invited me to the dance, poker oyna and told me their troubles while crying on my shoulder. But there was one thing they didn’t do — unanimously. They did not have sex with me.

Then one night, my friend called and invited me to a party at his house. It was nothing special, just a few kids over to play board games, and they needed one more guy to even things up. I walked in the door and WHAM! No…just kidding…there was no WHAM. No fireworks, no bells and whistles, just a few pretty teenaged girls and some boys I mostly knew. There was one couple I had not met and while I thought she was the prettiest of the girls, I was a little intimidated by his size and demeanor.

My friend saw me come in and hollered, “Hey does everyone know Grant?” Everyone acknowledged that they had had the pleasure, except the one couple I had already spotted. Quick but adequate introductions followed, establishing that I was Grant, she was Crystal and he was her brother, at which point he no longer existed for me. I also learned that he was my age, 19, and his sister had just turned 18 and was a student at the local Junior College.

We began playing some parlor game, and it became obvious that my friendly host had his eye on Crystal, and she seemed to divide her attention between the two of us. When her brother left early, I asked if I could drive her home and she agreed but said that I would have to drop off her friend Pat also. At this point, my friend showed what a good friend he was and agreed to be “with” Pat, at least for the ride home.

I know most of these stories would have an massive orgy on the way home, but life ain’t like that — at least not my life — at least not back then. What did happen –typical of my experience with girls- was that a hot song came on the radio and I stopped the car in the middle of an intersection and both couple got out and started dancing. It was fun- until another car drove into the intersection and we had to leave, but we were all laughing and deep inside I knew I had met a special girl. I kissed her lightly on the lips as I dropped her at the front door.

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A few months later, we were going steady. Our kisses had advanced to hard, moist bouts of passion, stretching for hours every night. I had acquainted myself with the feel and taste of her smallish, sensitive breasts, and…nothing!

That’s all- kissing, feeling, suckling. Period.

One Wednesday, as I was getting ready to leave the house, my phone rang, and Crystal told me she was staying home from school, because she didn’t feel well. She asked if I could come by and check on her later to see if she needed anything. Wild horses, as they canlı poker oyna say, couldn’t have kept me away. I put in a few hours at my part-time job and, as soon as possible, punched my time card and headed for Crystal’s house. Visions of her lovely form, draped only in a sheer nylon nightie danced in my head and reverberated in my other areas of interest.

I grabbed a Dr. Pepper, her favorite drink, and drove up to her home. When she opened the door, I was somewhat disappointed because in place of the imagined sheer nightie, she wore her usual jeans and pullover shirt. The Dr. Pepper was accepted graciously and I demanded payment. I was given a kiss worth a few cases of Courvoisier and we retired to the sofa for further recompense..

I do not know what the malady was that affected my love, but it clearly raised the temperature of our interaction. Her kisses were no longer soft and sweet; rather they were hard, probing and demanding. My body was responding in all my teenage hormonal rage. My penis was struggling in a hopeless fight to rip out the crotch on my Levis, and my body heat was threatening to ignite the apartment. As we kissed, I pulled her shirt up and over her head with no resistance, and was thrilled to see that she had not bothered to wear a bra. I leaned down and took one tender nipple in my mouth and tasted it carefully, causing her to gasp with delight. (Remember we are dealing with two virgins here. Delight came easy in those days) I left that breast and moved on to the other, leaving my hand in charge of occupying the abandoned territory. I sucked, kissed and caressed those lovely mounds for what seemed to be hours, but may have actually been about ten minutes and realized that we were both rising to new heights of passion. I lay down on my back on the sofa and pulled her up so that her breasts were even with my mouth. As my mouth sucked and kissed, my hands began kneading her thighs and ass through the thick, resistant fabric of her jeans. Although she was obviously responding to the fondling of her ass, it was also clear that the recalcitrance of the denim was frustrating us both. Meanwhile her leg was pressing into my crotch, increasing the heat and the hardness of my aching member.

Suddenly she jumped up, off the couch, staring at me with a look I had never seen before and could not identify. I suspected it was sheer terror, since that is akin to what I was feeling. “I can’t stand this,” she wailed, and ran out of the room.

“Well, Dude, you have fucked this up royally,” I said to myself, to which myself answered, “You mean… again?,” my reasonable suspicion being that I wouldn’t see Crystal again for days, if then.

But before I could leave the apartment and head for my well-used internet casino Playmate of the Month, Crystal rejoined the party, but this time wearing only a pair of nylon panties and a huge smile. She sprinted across the room and vaulted onto me, flattening me back onto the couch and clamping her wonderful lips on mine. She ripped my shirt off, that I had been reinstalling, and placed both of her sweet little hands firmly on my crouch. When I moaned in a mixture of wonderment, joy and agony, pulled back in mock-concern.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” she asked, pursing her lips playfully.

“Not exactly, darling, but this whole situation is causing a lot of pain down there,” I replied.

With the most tender look of love I had ever seen, Crystal then unbuckled my belt, lowered the zipper, and pulled the Levis down to my knees. Her warm gentle hands dove for my penis, and began to caress it, as I let my hands stray below the elastic of her panties and into the sparse tangle of hair over her sweet virginal pussy. As she became braver with my prick, I made further advances into her tight, moist vagina, finally finding her clitoris and gently caressing it. As I did this, she grabbed my dick so hard I thought she would tear it off, and she began writhing and undulating on top of me. It occurred to me that one of us needed to do something here, or we would end up hurting each other and ourselves.

“Angel, come here” I said, adjusting her along the length of my body, with her legs spread and my hard prick between them like a threatening lance in a medieval joust. Her breasts were pressing into my bare chest and her heartbeat was drumming against me, like a bass drum.

“Just hold my dick in place and slide down on it.”

Crystal’s eyes got huge as she realized that a moment of truth had indeed been reached. Her decision was as quick and unequivocal as my own.

She said only, “Try not to come inside me,” and slowly, tenderly engulfed my prick with the sweetness of her love. There was a brief hesitation as the pain of her tearing hymen made her wince, but in just a moment, she was pumping with full abandon and I was returning the action from the bottom of the equation.

I would love to say that I “screwed her for an hour without coming” as some claim in these stories, but it would be a huge lie. I may have lasted five minutes, maybe less, and I did not satisfy her before spurting forth the climax I had saved up for nineteen years. But when I came, our lips were locked together in a moment of the purest love and passion, that we both knew was going to last for a while.

I did feel bad about coming so fast and not giving her satisfaction, but I remedied that about ten minutes later, this time in the comfort of her bed and she screamed with the same passion that had erupted from me earlier. Suddenly we both understood what all the excitement was about sex. Guess what? We like it!

Thus ends chapter one of the “Sexual History of a Man”

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It was weird, I can’t quite explain it, the feeling I felt when I woke up in the middle of the night. I don’t know if it was a dream or what, but I was lying there on my back, staring at the ceiling with an incredible urge to suck dick.

I honestly couldn’t recall where this feeling came from. I hadn’t been watching porn, it hadn’t been an extended period of time since I’ve had sex or sucked a dick, it was just like all of a sudden…

My heart raced a little, I think out of anxiety because at the moment there was no cock to suck around me. I was beyond horny, I had a rock hard dick, pitching a tent and the slimy feeling of pre-cum beginning to make a barrier between my head and my sheet.

I rolled over and looked at my clock, it was just past 3:30am. I tried going back to sleep. I tired forgetting about it and just hoping the feeling would subside…nope. My eyes sprung open moments later and my horniness had actually increased. When I closed my eyes all I saw were visions of cocks coming towards me, my mouth opening, my throat expanding as the dick went down, and the balls smashed into my chin.

That’s it, I decided. I got from my bed, went to my computer and figured I’d watch some cock sucking porn, fantasize a bit more and have a good JO session and try going back to sleep. But upon coming to my computer, there was no porn that could fulfill my current sexual need. No I needed the real thing, I needed a dick in my mouth and I need to swallow a load.

So, I figured I’d try the chat rooms. They’re usually good for a late night hook up. There is always at least one desperate horn ball on there, waiting for some other desperate horn ball to join willing to give a no strings blow job, which just so happened to be me. Problem with me is, I am picky. I am clean, drug and disease free and I like my partners to be too. Sure, I am nasty and I enjoy getting down and dirty as much as the next guy, but it’s got to be a clean dirty. I take care of myself, and so should you. And there lies the problem with late night horn balls, they are rarely the good looking, clean and respectful type. But at that moment I didn’t care. I was consumed with horniness.

But I lucked out. As I logged into my messenger account, who did I see active? My friend John, a bar tender who was good looking, clean, respectful, but unfortunately straight. Despite us being friends, I have made a move or two on John before, but he’s constantly denied me. That was years ago, and right now I was willing to try again and risk a possible denial because I wanted some quality cock here.

So I messaged John.

“Hey” I began.

“Hey, what are you doing up this late?” John responded a moment later.

“Funny, I woke up incredibly horny.” I replied, there was no time for being subtle. I wanted cock, and I wanted it now.

“Is that so?” John replied.

Then five minutes went by. My heart was pounding, I had simply fixated on John’s messages now. I ignored the other messages popping up from my chat room requests, and waited…there was no reply. So, fuck it, I took matters into my own hands once again.

“Want a blow job?” I asked.

But this time, the response came back right away.

“Sure.” He said.

I had to read the answer like 3 times to ensure I wasn’t seeing things. I was pumped beyond words.

“The door is open, hurry.” I replied.

There was no response. So I wasn’t sure if he was serious. Then ten seconds later, he signed off. This had me wondering, was this for real? Was John about poker oyna to come over? Am I willing to wait and see what happens here with him before I turn my sights on the next possible cock?

I didn’t want to take a chance. I returned back to the chat rooms in hopes of finding a decent local cock to suck. I figured it would take John ten minutes to get here, so if figured I could keep a potential hook up on the line for that amount of time, plus some more in case John was running behind.

Luckily, it didn’t take long to find such a chat. This guy claimed to be tall dark and handsome, a delivery man who needed a quick suck before work. He was good lucking by the picture he sent me, but he was no John. We spoke for a bit, discussed locations, he was very close, less than 5 minutes close, actually.

Ten minutes had passed by now, then it was 15 minutes. I figured John was just teasing me, and so I was typing out directions for my new found “buddy” Tom to come over and drop a load on my face, as we agreed upon.

Then…knock, knock, knock on my door.

It was John. In my excitement, I hit the send button my message to Tom and then got up and went to the door. There he was, clean and hot, wearing mesh shorts and a t-shirt. “I’m not wearing boxers, figured that’d make this faster.” He said as I opened the door.

“Whatever, dude. Just drop them.” I said bring him into my living room. He came in turned around, dropped his pants and his cock was exposed, glowing slightly in the dull light of my room night light. It was somewhat sexy.

“Sooooo…” John said, looking and sounding quite nervous.

I didn’t respond. I just walked over to him, dropped to my knees, took his limp cock into my mouth and began sucking. I rolled it around first, trying to get him to loosen up, relax a little, just enjoy the warmth of my mouth for now, and soon the skill.

He didn’t make a sound, he didn’t move a muscle he just stood there, breathing heavily. And I’ve blown many straight guys, this is how they all react, and fuck if I cared, there passion is not what I was currently interested in.

Before long his cock was hard, an average length penis with some fantastic girth, just enough to give my jaw a good work out. He was cut, with a beautiful mushroom head that slid down into the shallows of my throat quite nicely.

It wasn’t a long blow job, and not that I really needed to give one, but soon John said, “Where do you want me to cum?”

I pulled his bone from mouth, and knowing straight guys don’t like being looked at, just looked at his penis as if that where the one who asked the question. “In my mouth, just let it go when ready. I’ll swallow.” I said.

I continued my sucking action, up and down, deep as I could, tight as I could, wet as I could, repeating up and down over and over as I felt the shaking in John’s legs. I felt the tremble in his cock that starts at the base, right before cum starts gushing out. Then I heard him groan with a sigh and my mouth begin filling with warm, salty cum. I started swallowing, taking down the jets of cum spurting out as they filled my mouth. Problem was, the spurts kept coming out. I couldn’t keep up, each load I swallowed, it seemed liked two more were filling in it’s place. Finally there was an overflow, and cum spilled from the side of my mouth, down my chin and neck.

When John finally stopped, he pulled his cock from me and fell back to the couch. “Whoa,” I said, wiping the sides of my mouth. “That was quite a load.”

“Yeah…” John canlı poker oyna said, unsure of how to respond to another guy who just sucked your cock. It was typical. And I got what I wanted and I felt quite satisfied. Moments later, John pulled up his pants, we said our thanks and goodbyes and he left.

I took a deep long satisfying breath as I headed back to bed. I passed by my computer and suddenly realized I’d made hook up plans with another guy!

I walked over and sat down. The last message I sent was directions to my place…oops. The final message from Tom, “showering, be there in 20.” That was…knock, knock, knock…20 minutes ago.

I sat silent for a moment, frozen in my own horny mistake. I had a full tummy of cum. What to do. It’s 4 am and I asked this guy to come over for a pre-work blow job.

He knocked again. I was just going to sit silently and hope he went away pissed off. But he knocked again, and I had to get up.

I went to the door and opened it. “Hey.” He said. And that was all it took. He was as he advertised, tall, dark hair and complexion, and very handsome. He smiled at me and I opened the door, asking him to come inside.

Just the sight of him sent my horniness level back to pre-John blow job, and now, I think I wanted more. I lead him to the bedroom. “So, I was thinking, and how would you feel about a little bit more than a blow and go?”

“Uh, what did you have in mind?” He asked, with a slight apprehension in his voice. I know he was gay and all, but he explained to me fully he only had time for a quickie, not a full on fuck session. Well, quickies don’t just have to be blow and go’s do they?

“Well, I’ll blow you, then before we get to the facial part, give me a quick fuck in the ass?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders. Tom looked me over, I could see the wheels of though turning in his head.

“Sounds good.” He said.

“Great.” I replied. “Now, take your pants off.”

He started unbuckling, and I slide down my boxers as well and tossed them to the side of the room. I quickly went to my night stand, grabbed the necessary condom and lube and turned back to Tom. Wow.

He stood there with his pants around his ankles and his already hard cock in hand. His big balls drooped down to mid thigh, and looked like two dangling bags. His cock had to be at least 8 inches long, thick, cut, and beautiful.

One of the good things about now sucking off another gay man is there will be some feedback and some extra attention. As I dropped down to my knees and crawled towards Tom’s sexy cock, he reached out to my, sliding his hand behind my head as I moved towards his cock, opening my mouth and letting it slide in.

There was a sting to it, his flesh was salty and loose. It tasted to good just to have his cock down mid shaft in my mouth, but I wanted more. I let the spit collect in my mouth, lubed up my throat and began moving forward, sliding his dick further into my mouth and let my throat expand to accept the gift of cock I was giving it.

Tom moaned and sighed with satisfaction as I slowly lifted and lowered my head up and down his cock. I let me tongue feel every bump in his shaft. I tasted his oozing pre-cum as it collected in my mouth each time I reached the top of his cock. “You are really good.” He said.

I couldn’t disagree with him. HAHA!

“Thanks.” I replied, pulling my head from his cock-head and sitting back. “Time to show me your skills.” I said. I reached over to grab the condom and lube. I handed him the condom internet casino and as he tore it open, I took the lube and generously applied to my anus, and then once he had the condom on, some to his cock.

I got to my feet and turned towards my bed, bending forward slightly and grabbing onto the foot board for leverage. Tom came up behind me, guiding his cock towards my wanting, willing, and inviting hole. His head pressed through the tight muscles of my anus and up into the warm, tunnel of my asshole. He went balls deep, then grabbed onto my hips and thrust himself forward. He could sense my need for a good hard pounding, and he could tell I could take it too. He pulled back with his long legs and pushed deep and hard back into my asshole.

“Yeah, you can take it, can’t you?” He whispered behind me.

“Give it to me.” I moaned back, the signs of begging like a whore in my tone.

He started pumping hard, faster, deeper. With each thrust the sound of flesh slapping flesh became louder and louder. He had a grip on my now, holding onto my hips tightly as he thrust over and over again right up my ass with a no holds barred attitude. I was getting rocked.

Oh, was I getting rocked. His 8 inch cock was not only driving up my ass hard and fast, but it was stroking my prostate at a perfect angle. It wasn’t being stabbed or poked, but it was if his cock was on a track gliding back and forth on it. And there is not feeling in the world like an anal orgasm. And I had one building. My knees began to shake. And I felt the rising sting in my cockhead.

“I’m going to cum.” I said.

“Do it. Let the cum go.” Tom said. He leaned in closer, this time using short, hard burst of his hips, causing his cock to make extreme concentrated strokes onright on my prostate. His hand came around and he started jerking me off, coaxing the cum from my balls. “Let it out, yeah.”

And I lost control, I pressed back against him, his cock stopped moving and an orgasm rose from my loins, to my backs, to the base of my shaft and I started ejaculating. Cum shot out, hitting the footboard with a hard thump. Tom continued jerking my cock, slowly as the cum continued to fall out.

My head lowered and I sighed as my orgasm finished draining from my body. I stood up and Tom’s hard cock feel from my rumbling asshole. I turned around, kissed him, he eagerly returned the kiss. “My turn.” He said.

Again I lowered myself to my knees in front of his cock. He yanked the condom off with hard pop and began stroking his cock inches from my face. “Give it to me.” I begged, repeating over and over again, waiting desperately for more cum to be given to me tonight.

He stroked with short twists of his wrist towards the head of cock. He arched his hips forward and with a loud groan, shot his load across my face. Ten big spurts went from cock to my face, spreading from my hair, down to my forehead, my nose, my upper lip, my teeth, running over my chin down to floor. He let out a cowboy type celebration as his orgasm settled. “Whoo!”

I started laughing, as cum ran down my face, running into my mouth and I swallowed like the eager slut I was feeling like at 3:30am this morning.

I wasn’t feeling horny anymore. And I certainly wasn’t feeling tired. I was feeling wide awake. Tom left and I got into the shower. As I left the water run across my naked body, I thought about what had just happened. I’ve never been so succumbed by a feeling of sexual horniness so bad ever before, and ever since. I always hoped that I’d that feeling back. Not that I don’t get horny, and not that I don’t fuck with reckless abandon, it’s just I’ve never been so overwhelmed that I couldn’t control my horniness like that. It was a rare experience, one I will always remember.

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I would respectfully suggest that you read the first chapter of this series, entitled Kitty’s Mom, which has received the most views of any of the Lit stories I have written. It will serve as the appropriate foreplay for this excursion into the Haden women’s various orifices.

I lifted up the short pleated skirt of her cheerleader outfit as the blonde knelt on the floor, her elbows propped up on the couch, as she peered at me over her shoulders, her pigtails dangling down onto her tanned, freckled shoulders. She offered encouragement, as a good cheerleader should always do.

“Fuck me. Fuck that ass. You know how I love what you do to me with your dick.”

It was the most rousing rah-rah cheer I had ever heard, I mused, admiring that taut ass covered in the prototypical white cotton panties. I began to peel them aside. I remembered what my college roommate once told me when he was fortunate enough to bag Linda Fleur, the hottest cheerleader at the University of Connecticut when I had matriculated there.

“Only one thing better than cheerleader pussy,” he lectured in a professorial tone as his frat brothers listened with envy, taking copious mental notes. “And that’s cheerleader ass.” Ten years after the lesson, I was finally finding this to be true first-hand. Better late than never.

I eased down on my own knees to position myself directly behind the object of my desire, and went through what had now become our little tradition during the half-dozen times or so since we had commenced on our little anal ritual.

I began to lick and spit along the rim of her tight, pink-puckered anus while finger-fucking the silky, gold-trimmed walls of her swollen labia, easing my finger into her steamy snatch at the same time as my thumb began to stretch her rear hole. I lifted my head, unable to resist teasing the willing slut offering her asshole for my exploration.

“You know, I’m going to have a lot of stamina to fuck that tight ass of yours today. Because your daughter just sucked my cock no more than an hour ago, Mrs. Haden.”

Forty-four year-old Loretta Haden, the mother of my teenaged virgin girlfriend who sucked cock with the intensity and effectiveness of a wet vac extracting flood waters, gave me the leer that I had come to relish. Loretta hated any mention of Kitty’s cocksucking veracity almost as much as she loved taking my eight-inch dong up her ass.

Upon my request, she had donned her daughter’s cheerleading uniform for our matinee activities today, all maroon and gold and tassels and tits. She filled it out every bit, if not better than, any of the college girls a quarter-century her junior.

Loretta Haden was the best fuck I had enjoyed in my twenty-nine years, and her nineteen year-old precious little girl was the most enthusiastic cocksucker. Yessir, it was quite a family that Mr. Haden had here. It was so nice of him to have an important job with Boeing that caused him to travel so frequently.

Mrs. Haden and I had come to a mutual agreement that was turning out to be quite symbiotic. In return for my pledge to not deflower her virgin daughter, Loretta Haden provided me with sweet release in marathon sessions for the last several weeks.

In a typical day for me recently, Kitty and I would meet in the morning before she went to classes, and she would suck my cock at least once, sometimes twice. Then, her mom would come to my apartment for some heated, and often very rough, borderline angry, incredible sex, until I had to go to my job as a restaurant manager in mid-afternoon. Kitty just happened to work as a hostess at my restaurant, conveniently enough, and she would invariably suck my cock as I drove her back to mom’s house at night.

I pulled up the uniform sweater with ‘State’ emblazoned on the chest to watch her large, soft, and only slightly sagging tits bounce as she wiggled in response to my administrations.

I slapped my throbbing rod across the smooth, mature cheeks of Loretta as I pulled the material of her panties upward in a tight string and tugged it into the slit of her cunt, teasing her with a sexual wedgie of sorts. I had quickly discovered that Loretta Haden had the most sensitive and responsive clit that I had ever experienced, and she was moaning lustily simply from the mere pressing of soft cotton on her clit. Maybe it was an after-forty thing in women, I guessed.

The slightest stimulation would bring Kitty’s mom, my new willing anal slut, to the brink of explosive orgasm, and I wanted to bring her over that brink before penetrating her ass this afternoon. Not only did a pre-anal orgasm relax her, I had learned, it triggered repeat orgasms in rapid succession once her anal cavity was compromised by prime young man meat.

She would cum like a river from anal sex, she liked it even more than conventional fucking. I’ve never met a woman quite like her, before or since.

Yep, Kitty’s mouth and Kitty’s mom’s ass, over and over, day after day, week after week now. It had been quite a fun month. Hiring Kitty was perhaps the most unexpected job bonus I poker oyna had ever given myself.

My tongue probed Mrs. Haden’s asshole as I stretched the cotton fabric and rubbed it vigorously over her cunt to the point where it started to tear. She whimpered, completely in surrender, totally under my power, her only motivation was to get my big dick in her ass, and quick.

In one motion, I raised my body up and hooked my thumbs into the panties’ waistband on each side of her hips and pulled hard. The material shredded like it was caught in a windstorm in a rural Georgia cotton field, and I took the horny MILF by the wrists and held them behind her with one hand, pulling on her pigtails with the other, so that the veins on her neck pulsed from a mixture of slightly painful discomfort and blissful arousal.

“Your virgin daughter’s sweet, hungry mouth, and her slut mommy’s tight ass,” I growled, as my cockhead began to poke and stretch its path into Loretta’s saliva-coated hot sphincter. “And they both love it so. A cocksucker and an ass whore. My favorite family.” Loretta groaned lustfully as her ass began to expand to accept my invading cock.

I confess that I had never talked like this to any other woman, but these circumstances were unique, at least in my life. It was clear that while Kitty adored me, Loretta despised me. Well, except for eight thick inches or so of me, anyway. Loretta was probably mortified at her infatuation with my dick, but she admitted to me that she had become addicted to our fucking sessions.

In fact, the more I humiliated Kitty’s mom verbally, the hotter the sex we shared. I’d let Freud and his advocates figure it out. In the mean time, I was more than willing to initiate dirty talk that would make a porn director blush.

And, yeah, I liked it, too. I’m not gonna lie. It was a wild fucking turn-on. I was really getting into being the ass dom of a married woman who also happened to be the mom of my current orally-fixated girlfriend.

“It’s a good thing for you that you have such an amazing cock, John,” Loretta grunted huskily. She assisted my penetration by freeing herself from my attempt at restraining her wrists, wiggling out of my grip, and pulled her buttocks apart with each hand. “I don’t really like you much, but, ooooh, how you can fuck, young man.”

I grinned, playing along with our little war of words, and bucked my pelvis forward so that another inch entered her most intimate hole. Despite our age difference of fifteen years, this was the best sex either of us had found, and we both knew it.

It’s funny how you can sometimes not really like your partner’s company except when you’re each trying to fuck the other’s genitals off. And try we did, believe me. It had almost become kind of a morbid contest between Mrs. Haden and me. A battle of wills with cock, pussy, and ass as our weapons. A sword fight with an explicit target.

Yet, rather than exhaust the other, our sexual aerobics only served as an elixir for both of us. The more I fucked this hot mom, the more powerful I felt.

Similarly, Loretta proved to be utterly insatiable, wanting more even after the most torrid, rough sex anyone could fathom. We would have made millions with a videotaped session on the Internet, I’m certain. Something tells me there would be quite an fan club to watch a forty-four year old hottie extracting a creampie by manipulating her anal muscles, warm young cum oozing from hot mature ass.

“That’s really ironic, mom,” I mocked her as my balls began to slap against her fine ass. “Your lovely daughter was telling me the same thing this morning as she swallowed my load.” Chuckling, I added, “Now here you are, taking my next load deep up your ass. Hmmm, I’m not sure which I enjoy more.” More than half of my cock was buried in Loretta now, and I peeked below her legs to see her frantically diddling her clit now.

Her strong thigh muscles, the envy of any middle-age woman, honed and toned by many a yoga exercise, began to twitch involuntarily, a sign of an impending mini-tsunami of pleasure. I couldn’t resist pulling on a pigtail, just for kicks. Her head snapped back and she uttered a series of loud expletives as her ass began to convulse around my ever-penetrating dick.

I sighed myself, trying to maintain my control and live up to my boastful prediction of stamina as her warm anus enveloped my shaft. This was quite a coming-out party in recent weeks for me. The sex with Loretta was indeed truly electric. She was teaching me the many wonders of older women, and their unabashed lack of inhibitions. There was not the slightest pretense of any cordiality, never mind a relationship.

Her charade that she would continue to fuck me only as long as I vowed to not tarnish her only daughter’s chastity was just that, a charade. Loretta would continue to fuck me for her own pleasure regardless of what I was doing with her daughter, as long as it stayed within comfortable and non-painful boundaries, of course.

Loretta was selfish, she needed this cock, my cock, certainly more than I needed her. canlı poker oyna And she knew it. That’s what gave me the feeling of power. Misplaced confidence, perhaps, but an aphrodisiac nonetheless. Any young man in his twenties who tries to tell you that fucking a forty-something woman isn’t a rush is a stone-cold liar.

Yep, although our trysts were adulterous, illicit, and amoral, it was also exciting beyond description, the forbidden fruit come to life, a modern-day Eve.

As Loretta’s ecstasy flooded in wave after wave of multi-orgasmic bliss (another endearing trait of the cougar species), I flipped her over onto her back and lifted her onto the couch, as much to prolong my own excitement as it was to also get a full perspective of her attire. She landed on the cushions with a soft ‘plop’ and pleaded at me with those doe-brown eyes that so reminded me of her daughter’s. Loretta’s eyes blazed in unmistakable lust….just keep fucking me.

Her skirt had bunched up over her navel and her sweater was now pulled over her sizeable, heaving breasts, the brown nipples jutting out from just below the hemline. They were swollen, puffy thimbles, perfectly erect, and looked as though they could serve as coat hangers if need be. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my buttocks as I knelt in front of her and led her hand to her twat so that I could watch her finger herself while I anally reamed her in missionary position.

I was surprised, touched, to see tears forming in her eyes as my big cock slid into her naturally lubricated gaping anal hole. Before I had a chance to speculate on the source of her teardrops, she reached up and grabbed me by the neck with one hand and pressed my mouth onto hers.

In all of our heated exchanges, there was only one thing we hadn’t done. We hadn’t kissed. Each time I had tried in the past, Loretta had rebuffed my efforts by turning her face away or, at times, pushing me forcibly so that there was no duplicity in her message. There would be no intimacy, no affection, just sheer, unadulterated sex.

Her mouth, like her ass, was hot, warm, inviting, talented, and the show of passion excited me exponentially. When it comes down to it, there truly is no more erotic act than deep kissing while fucking. Her tongue wrapped around mine with agility and she sucked on the tip, causing my dick, if possible, to harden and thicken even more from the rush of blood coursing to my genitals.

I broke this kiss reluctantly after perhaps two minutes of prolonged and accelerated fucking to announce, “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come. No one has ever kissed me like that”. It was true, both the accolade regarding her kisses and the fact that I was going to explode very soon.

She clung to my neck like a canary on a perch and gazed up at me wild-eyed, lust now shared with the first glimpse of sweetness that I had ever seen in her eyes. Her hips continued to buck upward and into my pelvis wildly, and she asked, simply, “Where do you come when Kitty sucks you?”

The question had such shock-value as to halt my thrusts, at least for a second. Recognizing my confusion, Loretta rephrased the inquiry, her asshole caressing my cock, urging my release with impeccable timing. “Her mouth, her tits?” I nodded, those were indeed the usual touch-down spots.

“Have you ever come all over her face?” I shook my head. Kitty and I hadn’t yet broached that subject, but my head-shake seemed to please Mrs. Haden. She swung her legs off of my hips, separating my cock and her anus with an audible ‘pop’, and wriggled under my balls with mouth agape, stroking my dick and cupping my balls.

“Then come all over mine.” The explosion that soon coated her face splattered against her eyelids, her cheeks, her curly blonde hair, and dripped onto her forehead and collarbone in two distinct streams. Her pearly white teeth gleamed with my cum like a small tube of toothpaste had bust from its container. She culminated her performance by looking me straight in the eyes, while one of hers winked from the tangy semen filling her eye socket, and slowly licked the residue of my cum and her ass flavors into her mouth.

It was my first ass-to-mouth experience, and that deserved the appropriate reciprocal gesture of appreciation. I pulled Loretta from her position beneath my balls, pushed her onto her back, and began an enthusiastic oral exploration of her snatch. Perhaps it was good genes, but Loretta tasted perhaps even better that her daughter’s virgin channel. (I wondered ever so briefly if Grandma was available to sample her taste, but the thought quickly passed.)

As Loretta graciously pulled her ankles as far apart as she could, contorting into a pretzel-like position with one leg hanging over the backrest of the couch and the other at a ninety-degree angle to the ceiling, I began a crash course in oral penmanship.

I first twirled a capital “K” over her spongy outer labia, and then a small “i” with a rat-a-tat-tat with my tongue on her clit to assure I had properly dotted the letter. Nothing sloppier than an undotted “i”, after internet casino all.

As her taut stomach heaved, I quickly ran a letter “t”, and then another, and again, concerned that the letters were dotted as they should be, slowly ran my tongue in a horizontal movement across the top bridge of her mound. She shuddered, gasped, pulled my hair tightly with one hand while the other waved around in the air like a orchestra conductor having a seizure.

I next spent about thirty leisurely seconds swirling first a loopy “y”, and then an apostrophe (which takes tremendous oral agility, let me tell you!) and then capped off my first word with a big, wet “s”, licking her clit as I trailed the bottom curl of the letter.

Mommy’s cunt convulsed and she was uttering incomprehensible obscenities as her abs began to shake and twitch, her one leg now banging down like an anvil onto my back.

I smiled up at her, though she didn’t notice, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth agape, on the verge of a monstrous vaginal release. Knowing I could make her cum whenever I so pleased, I stuck my wet tongue deep in her twat and slurped a capital “M” deep into her folds, so deep I was almost tattooing the letter into her tunnel.

I circled a small “o” with my tongue about fifty times or so, and felt the first gush of sweet pepperminty nectar begin to trickle from her slit. Her taste was indeed unique, and scrumptious.

As I reached the grand finale, I plunged two fingers into mature slut’s gash and flicked them upward, reaching the holy grail of her ultra-reactive G-spot, and culminated the performance with a small “m” and white sticky cum gurgled and bubbled from her pussy and into my waiting lips.

“K-I-T-T-Y-‘S M-O-M”, spelled out on the namesake’s pussy.

Makes ’em cum like a busted pipe every time. Only wish Kitty’s first name had more letters, we might still be there.

I got up to dress, leaving Mrs. Loretta Haden’s very married cunt saturated and seeping, as she lay semi-comatose on the couch, completely sated, both anally and vaginally.

I only vaguely was aware of her phone ringing as I went into the bathroom to wash up. It’s a firm rule in the restaurant business, you see it in almost all restrooms.

“Employees must wash hands AND dick after having anal sex.” Or something like that, I get it confused sometimes. Either way, it is good hygiene habit to get into, though.

When I emerged, I overheard Loretta saying into the receiver, “Yes, he’s still here. Yes, great tongue and well hung, that’s him. Incredible, actually.” I had a pretty good inkling she was talking about me, and felt a surge of pride, yet wondered with whom she was sharing our little secret. She paused for a second, and before hanging up, she said to the party on the phone, “I’ll mention that to him. Something tells me that might work out well for everyone. Ciao, darling.”

I pulled up my zipper as she snapped the flip-phone closed. Loretta’s cunt and asshole were both still gaping and soaked as her daughter’s skirt was still hiked up around her waist as she propped up her elbows on the couch, reveling in her near-nakedness. She idly rubbed the caked cum off of her eyelid as she spoke.

“That was a dear friend of mine. I owe her one. She will be coming to see you in your restaurant later tonight to talk to you about making a donation to some of her favorite charities.”

Though I thought I had proven my philanthropy by donating loads of cum to both Haden women already today, I promised Loretta I would be available to her friend. Yet, as I departed, I was still a bit perplexed that Loretta had first discussed our sexual activity with her mystery pal, and more so, how that soon had turned into a charitable discussion.

About nine o’clock on that busy Friday evening, prime time for a restaurant, my lovely virgin cocksucking hostess, nineteen-year-old Kitty Haden, summoned me on the intercom to the front lobby. Kitty had already promised a post-work BJ, blissfully unaware that I had been invading her mom’s back door mere hours before, so I had already taken the proverbial rain check for tonight, much to young Kitty’s chagrin.

When I finally made my way through the crowded restaurant to the front desk, Kitty was standing hand-in-hand with a very familiar face, although I could not immediately place how I recognized the extremely attractive middle-aged woman. Kitty’s excited introduction made the light bulb go on in my head.

“Aunt Cindy, this is my manager, John Watkins. John, this is my mom’s best friend, Cynthia Tyson from Channel Six news.”

Now, I got it. Cynthia Tyson was the sexiest weather-woman in the Philadelphia television market. She’d been a staple on the evening news for over two decades now and she got hotter every year.

Early forties, short brown hair, and an accomplished marathon runner, Cynthia had the unchallenged best body on TV. The camera angles made every effort to show her lean, tapered legs and world-class rear-end as often as possible, almost single-handedly explaining why Channel Six’s Arbitron ratings were through the roof in the Philly metro market. Half of the male population had absolutely no interest in what her forecasts were on a nightly basis, but they tuned in anyway, mesmerized by the bewitchingly beautiful meteorologist.

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