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It had been almost two weeks since the hiking outing, and it seemed that the effect was, disappointingly fading. No longer did a single touch seem to turn women into raging sex animals, but seemed to cause a much more subtle attraction to some women. There were still the occasional sparks that seemed to light a fire in the occasional woman, but I had yet to understand which women were affected that way and why. I began to suspect that women that were already attracted to me in some way, or were thinking sexy thoughts about me when we touched, seemed to be more affected, but the passing woman that I bumped into or touched no longer seemed to be instantly attracted. I had to admit that I enjoyed it while it lasted, but part of me was glad it was mostly gone. I could easily live with the current level of interaction, and of course, those ladies who I had interacted with that first week seemed to remain quite attracted to me. Including the my neighbor across the street and in particular, Jennifer, the insurance lady, who seemed to love surprising me at home with a variety of new and sexy outfits every few days.

I was about ready to head to work when the phone rang. The young lady I had checked out the temperature equipment to a few weeks ago, Julie, asked me if I could help her friend with some car trouble? Remembering how good of a fuck she had been, I said I could and she gave me directions to where she lived.

I found out that Julie lived in a sorority house, and she and her friend were waiting out on the street by a small car with the hood up. I found a place to park nearby and walked up to them.

Julie introduced me to Kim, who owned the broken car. Kim was tall, had very very long hair, past her waist and nearly past where I thought her ass would be. She had slender legs, but I couldn’t tell much else. She was wearing some kind of huge football jersey from the cowboys that covered everything else she was wearing, all the way down about half way to her knees. I could tell she had fairly large breasts, because of the way the jersey hung, but that was about all I could tell.

After being introduced they pointed to the puddle of oil that was on the ground under the front of her car. I looked at it and decided I was going to have to try to wiggle under to see where it was coming from. It looked like either trans fluid or power steering fluid. Julie excused herself to go work on home work, leaving me alone with Kim and the problem.

I couldn’t see any particular place it was leaking from above, even with Kim leaning against me as I worked. Several times I had to step around her between her car and the one parked in front of hers to get to the other side of the car. It was a tight squeeze at best, but I felt like she was going out of her way to make sure that I had to squeeze past her, rubbing my dick against her ass. I supposed it could be the effect, but then maybe it was my over active imagination.

Finally it was time to crawl under and try to find the leak. I got on my back and wiggled under the best I could from the front. It was a very tight fit, but I managed to get enough of my head under and lift enough on the car bumper to get near the engine area. I got my light up and saw that the oil was dripping off the side of the engine, but there didn’t seem to be any particular place it was coming from. I looked around as best I could and finally decided that the only way to tell was to run the engine. I wiggled back out until I was lying between the two cars on my back. I looked up, and was shocked by the sight I saw. Kim was standing over me, leaning toward her car. As I looked up her jersey I could see plainly that she was completely naked under it. The way she was standing I could see her pussy and clear up the front of her to the bottoms of a pair of quite large tits. I didn’t want to stare but my male side got the better of me and I did, for several seconds. I was not at all sure this was intended for me to look at, so I moved a bit more, and tried to sit up.

“You’re going to have to start the car up for me.” I said as I sat up.

“No problem.” She said as she stepped over me to walk around the car. As she did she lifted the jersey some by the front like women do with a dress to go up stairs, but in this case she lifted it enough that I was treated to a flash of nicely trimmed pubic hair and as she stepped, and a wonderful view of her pussy. Any idea I had that she didn’t intend for me to see were gone. She dropped the hem as she stepped past me and walked around the car while I got up. She opened the door and climbed in and started bahis firmaları the car up. I looked around for a problem and found nothing. Everything sounded fine and looked good. I stepped around to the driver’s door.

“Only thing left is to drive it and see if anything shows up, I cant find anything.”

“Ok. Go jump in and we’ll go around the block.”

I walked around the car and got in the passenger side. She was buckling her seat belt when I got in, which pulled the jersey tight to her waist and also pulled it tight between her tits. It was a clutch car, and as she scooched around in the seat to get out of the parking space, the hem of her jersey kept working higher. By the time we got out of the spot and on the road I could clearly see her pussy peeking out from under her jersey, especially when she lifted her foot for the clutch. I also noticed that her tits bounced delightfully as we bounced over the rail road tracks.

“Everything seems to be working ok.” She said as she looked forward. “You didn’t see anything wrong?”

“Nope, everything looks fine to me.” I said, trying not to look like I was staring at her crotch, which I was.

“Well, ok. I guess we go back then.” She said as we went around a few streets and headed back to the parking spot. If I thought I had a good look while she was driving, the view I got while she was twisted around her seat backing up was even better. It had also gone a long way to making me hard as a rock in my pants, which she was definitely going to see if she looked at all. As she shut the engine down I caught her looking at my lap and when she looked up she smiled. “Got caught, didn’t I?”

“Depends on what you think you got caught at.”

“Checking you out.” She said simply.

“Oh. Yes you got caught.”

“Do you need to wash your hands or anything?” she asked, swiveling around in her seat a bit more, making her already exposed pussy even more so.

I held up my hands. “I would like to get rid of the oil.” I said.

“Ok. Come with me.” She said, opening her car door and turning to climb out. I followed suit and followed her up the walk to the front of the house. She punched in a code on the front door and walked in with me following.

“Just pretend you don’t see anyone else.” She said as she led me down a long hallway and around and up a set of stairs. As we went down the hall we passed an assortment of bedrooms with young ladies in various states of dress or undress. Some of them didn’t seem upset to see me and others quickly covered themselves. She finally led me to a bathroom on the corner of the second floor. “Here we are.” She said, pushing through the door. I followed and she let the door close behind us. The bathroom seemed empty, but I could hear a shower running in the back. I faced one sink of a set of three at a counter and turned on the water. There was some soap on the edge of the sink so I was busy lathering my hands to get the oil off when Kim reached around me from behind and started undoing my belt.

“Hey!” I said.

“Relax. Jules said you were fantastic and I just wanted to see if it was as big as she said.” She finished as she pulled my belt apart and started working on my zipper. By the time I had my hands rinsed she had my pants open and both my pants and underwear pulled down enough to let my already hard dick out, and had her hand wrapped around it.

“God it does feel huge. Not the longest I’ve ever seen, but its just about perfect size, with a big head too.” She said as she slid her hand up and down my shaft. She took her hand away and I could see in the mirror her shirt coming over the top of her head and then fly off toward the corner. She stepped around to the side of me and slipped her body between the counter and me, and then lifted herself up so she was sitting on the counter. She wrapped her legs around my butt and pulled me closer to her, reaching down and aiming my dick at her pussy.

“Why don’t you try this on for size.” She said as she engaged the head of my dick in her pussy opening. Before I could really answer, she was pulling me harder toward her until the head of my dick spread her vaginal walls and started to sink deep into her. She was extremely good looking, with tits the size of good melon halves, and about as firm. She had long flowing hair that was partly hanging down her back and partly over her left tit. I didn’t argue at all as she pulled me deeper, in fact I reached out with my still wet hands and took hold of both her tits and began massaging them and playing with her nipples.

“Ohhhhh. I like that.” She said kaçak iddaa huskily as I worked her nipples while she pulled me slowly deeper into her. When I hit the end of her tunnel she let go of my ass with her feet and lifted her legs wide to give me full access. I started slowly sliding in and out of her pussy, letting my head nearly come out of her with each slow stroke. “Oh my god! You feel sooo fucking good.” She moaned as she leaned back and closed her eyes. I let go of one tit and moved my hand to her pussy and began to massage her clit. I worked small circles on it with my thumb as I stroked into her.

“Harder!” she cried “Fuck me harder!”

I complied and started stoking harder into her, my balls slapping her ass with each stroke. The shower shut off and its door opened, revealing another good looking naked girl. She stepped out of the shower and started to dry off, watching us fuck on the counter.

“Harder!” she cried again as her orgasm started to build on her.

I increased my pounding and worked harder on her clit. Her climax washed over her while I kept my pace and thumb going. She was getting extremely noisy, which made me nervous. The girl with from the shower came over, still naked, and gave Kim the end of a towel, which she stuffed in her mouth to muffle her increasing volume. Finally she began to come down and I eased off, not yet having cum, but getting close. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to do that in her or not, since I really didn’t know her.

“God I am so close to cuming.” I said, as I worked to keep from shooting.

“Pull out then.” Kim panted.

I pulled back and then leaned forward, gripping my own dick and stroking it with my balls trapped between us. The girl who had been in the shower took my hand from my dick and replaced it with her own. As she started to stroke me she turned me toward her and knelt down in front of me. She began to suck the head of my dick as she stoked me. Between her wet mouth and the sight of both naked girls I was quickly ready to shoot. I warned the girl before the first shot went. She pulled me from her mouth and aimed me in the air. My shots fired in the air, arching and landing on her. By the time I was done her hair and face were covered with cum. She was licking what was drooling from the end of my dick like it was ice cream. She seemed to enjoy every bit of it.

“I guess I need another shower.” She said when she released my dick and stood up. “Care to join me?”

“That might get me into a bit of trouble.” I said.

“More than fucking a couple girls in a bathroom?”

“Probably not.” I said.

“Good.” She said as she started undressing me the rest of the way. I felt Kim’s hand helping from behind, now that she was off the counter top. “I’m Sue, by the way.” She said as she knelt down in front of me and started untying my boots. “I just thought you might like to know.”

“Yes, thanks. You sure this isn’t going to be a problem?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” She said as she pulled my second shoe off and pulled my pants from my ankles, leaving me now naked, since Kim has taken my shirt off. No sooner had they tossed my clothes off into a pile than the door opened and a girl wearing nothing but a towel walked in.

“Oops. Sorry.” She said starting to turn to leave.

“It’s ok Mandy. Were just about to take a shower. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

“I was going to say two’s company but it looks like three is.” She said with a giggle. As she stepped past me, running her finger down my arm. “Is he worth it?”

“Oh fuck yes.” Kim said from behind me.

Sue got up from the floor and led me to the back of the bathroom where there were a series of glass door shower stalls. She opened the door on one and started the water. Mandy was standing by the stall next to the one Sue opened and dropped her towel from around her body. She had small tits and a completely shaved pussy. She didn’t seem to be overly bashful, but was playing the shy card. Sue stepped into the shower and pulled me along behind. I expected Kim to climb in with us, but to my surprise Mandy stepped in and closed the door behind us. It was a tight fit with three of us in the three foot square stall, but the girls didn’t seem to be complaining. I found a bar of soap and began to lather up any body part I could find. That included tits and pussies. I felt a hand working on my dick and another sliding up and down my ass, occasionally tickling my puckered hole.

It took surprisingly little time to get my dick seriously hard after squirting kaçak bahis all over Sue. Then more turned on I got the more I started working in earnest on both pussies with my fingers, at one point I had a finger deep in each of them, pumping it in and out. Mandy put her back to the tile wall and lifted one leg as high as she could, inviting me to enter her, an offer I just couldn’t refuse.

Sue figured out what was happening when I took my hand from her pussy to turn, and she reached out and aimed me for Mandy’s pussy. Mandy gasped as I pushed into her soap slickened pussy with one hard stroke, driving my hard rod deep into her velvety tunnel. I started working tight little circles on her clit with a finger while I started pumping in and out of her, Sue pressing against the two of us and eagerly sucking on one of Mandy’s hard nipples. I wasn’t worried about getting off myself, but was concentrating on driving Mandy crazy. I was being quite successful by the sound and feel of it as her whole body shook in orgasm. After holding her climax as high as I could for several minutes, she finally made me stop.

I pulled out of her and she slid to the floor exhausted. Sue decided it was her turn and she turned to face the wall and stick her butt out at me. I pushed my dick between her legs while she reached down to push the head up into her pussy. I felt my head find the hole and I drove into her, somewhat more slowly than I had entered Mandy. I reached around and started working on her tits while I stroked in and out of her from behind she started to pant and groan as her body started toward climax. I felt a hand from below start massaging my balls as I pushed slowly in and out of Sue’s velvety soft tunnel. It was an erotic feeling, but not nearly as erotic as when I felt Mandy’s face between my legs. She had one hand on my balls and her tongue on Sue’s clit, licking both her pussy and my sliding dick. As her tongue found Sue’s clit I could feel Sue tense inside, making her even tighter. Sue began to buck against me as her orgasm washed over her, sending me over the top as well. I tensed and started spurting deep into her, driving her to an even higher orgasm. I felt like I unloaded a gallon of juice into her before my dick finally stopped pulsing, leaving me standing there panting for breath. Mandy got up and the three of us stood in the shower while I softened and slipped out of Sue’s tight pussy, my cum streaming down her leg now that it was uncorked. I felt the water turn off and the cool air hit my body as the door was opened. Mandy led me out of the shower and pressed her body against mine, using the towel to wrap us both up.

“It was worth it. Thank you!” she said as she stood on her tip toes to give me a gentle kiss on the lips.

“You’re welcome.” I said as she pulled away from me and wrapped the towel around herself.

“Come back and see me any time you want.” She said as she turned and walked toward the door, swinging her hips seductively.

Sue took over the drying off duties as the door closed behind Mandy. “You were pretty damn good.” She said a she dried my shrunken dick off.

“You were pretty damn good yourself.” I said honestly.

“Thank you kind sir.” She said with a smile, standing up, having finished drying my legs. She leaned close to me, her tits pressing into my bare chest, to kiss me. I reached around her and pulled her tight to me and kissed her back with the best kiss I could manage. After several second I let her go and she stepped back. “Fuck, he can kiss too.” She mumbled. I smiled as I walked to the sinks and retrieved my clothes.

By the time I had dressed Sue was gone, and I was alone in the bathroom. I was also unguided in a sorority house, with little real idea of how to get out. I supposed I would try to follow backwards what I remember from coming in. I left the bathroom and started down the hall toward the stairs. So far so good I thought, until I met another naked young lady walking up the stairs. Fortunately, instead of screaming, she smiled at me while we passed. I could hear giggling as she ran down the hall behind me. I wound my way through the first floor and finally found the door, but not before passing three more naked young ladies either walking down the hall toward me or darting from room to room. I got the distinct idea that I had suddenly become some kind of right of passage. Either way I found the front door. Just as I was going out I happen to glance in a trash can next to the door. What I saw made me pause and stare. There was an empty transmission fluid container in the trash. The whole car trouble thing has clearly been staged to get me here. Now I wondered how much of the morning had been set up and by whom. I headed out to go to work, more confused than I was when I got there.

To be continued…

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Prologue:

Hello. My name is Susie and I just recently turned 18 this past summer. I’m currently living at home with my stepfather. My mother passed away four years ago and because I did not have a regular father for the state to send me to, I got to stay with the man that I known all my life as my father. His name is Ken. He is in his late 30’s and still very handsome, or so my girlfriends have told me. He must be since he always seems to have all these girlfriends around him. Anyway, a little about me. I have long brown curly hair that is my trademark so to speak. It has not been cut in years except for the occasional trim. I have brown eyes that I sometimes like to change up with different colored lenses. I like to keep the boys on their toes. I’m about 5’5″ and I weight about 115 lbs. I like to keep my body in shape, you know, just in case the right guy comes along and I feel this sudden urge to “mate” with him..lol My breasts are a 38B and I’m asked constantly if I have back problems but nope, I’m perfectly proportional. But everyone has a flaw and I suppose my flaw is unlike most of my girlfriends who like to wax or shave their pussy’s, I prefer a little bit of hair down there. Doesn’t have to be too much but just enough to add a little bit of mystery.

Well I guess you’re wondering why I am writing all this down. Well, it’s because it’s important. This is the story of my life, my diary so to speak. I’ve never been able to keep one so I thought that I might try since I’m officially an adult now and can call my own shots. So let’s see where this wild ride takes us.

Love, Susie

*

Today was a very interesting day. It was the day that I realized that I had feelings other than güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri parental for my stepfather and I’m not sure what I should do or how I am to act around him now. Let me start from the beginning. When I woke up this morning I went about my daily routine. I got up, went to brush my teeth, brushed my hair, and put on my workout clothes. As I was on the exercise bike, I had a feeling that someone was watching me. I looked around and then saw that outside the exercise room window my stepfather standing there staring back at me. He had this really odd look on his face, something that I had never seen before, as if he was looking at me for the very first time. I just waved and started biking again, thinking that he was just Dad.

I could hear him a little while later come into the house and walk back to his room. I figured that I would go say hello before I took a shower and made us some breakfast. The timer on the bike ended a few minutes later so I hopped down, grabbed my towel and patted as much of the sweat off as I could and then started for Dad’s room. His door was slightly ajar and I could hear him in there but it sounded like he was moaning. Thinking he might be sick, I started to come into his room when I saw him on the bed. He wasn’t sick. He was laying down, his pants on the floor, and I could tell he had his cock in his hand and he was rubbing it with such a ferocity that I was afraid he was going to hurt himself.

I stood there stunned, not knowing what to do as I watched him masturbate. But as I continued to watch, I grew fascinated by the scene. His cock was the biggest I have seen but the ones that I have seen have been on the few boys that I have given güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri a blow job to. I’m not ignorant about sex but I am still a virgin. I like to feel a cock in my mouth but I have never had one boy that I wanted to share that last step with. And boys being boys, as long as you suck their cock, they are happy. But as I watched my stepfather, my Dad, the man that I grew up around for the last ten years with cock in hand, I began to imagine what it would be like to feel his cock inside my pussy.

My eyes began to glaze over as I continued to watch him yank and pull and occasionally rub his balls, I wondered what or who he was thinking about. Was he thinking about his current flavor of the month, Rita, or another woman from his past? Suddenly I realized that I didn’t want him thinking about anyone but me. I wanted to be the one sucking his cock, feeling it slide inside my pussy. I want my stepfather to be the one to teach me how to fuck. I unknowingly drop the towel I’m holding and one hand goes down to touch my breast. I could feel my nipple harden against the sports bra I am currently wearing and I moan lightly. I don’t want him to know that I’m standing here. I can feel the wetness begin to pool in my underwear and I’m tempted to reach down and touch my clit but I refrain. I’m afraid that he will catch me.

Just then as I watched him, he gave a hoarse shout and I watched as he came. It shot up in the air and then landed on his shirt. The only thing I could think of was, the waste of all that precious cum, and how it would have tasted down my throat.

The next thing I knew he said my name. I jerked to attention thinking that he had saw me standing there but güvenilir bahis şirketleri he was still laying on the bed, eyes closed, slowly still rubbing his cock. He had been thinking about me? That was the first thing that had come to my mind. I looked at him as he slowly began to relax the hold on his cock and once again, my name escaped his lips.

I stand there in stunned silence for a few seconds before I realize that I have to move from this area before he sees me. I pick up the towel and quietly move away and down towards the bathroom so that I can take a shower and think about what has transpired. What I did not see but would find out later was that stepfather had turned his head, opened his eyes, and smiled as he had watched me walk by.

Once I got in the bathroom, I shut the door and just leaned back up against it and took a deep breath. Surely this could not be happening. Was he really thinking of me or had he met someone else named Susie? Surely it had to be a coincidence. But then why did I continue to watch what was surely a private moment? Because I knew that I wanted to be a part of it. I wish that it had been my hand that had stroked his cock and caused it to cum. I hadn’t wanted to see his cum wasted like it had been. I would have gladly licked it up off of him. What would he had done if I had walked in there and just started to clean him up? Would he have been shocked? Would he have backed away? But then if it was me that he was thinking about, wouldn’t he have wanted that?

I anguished over this as I began to remove my clothing to take a shower. I took my hair down out of its ponytail and ran my fingers through it a couple of times. While I ran the water to get it hot, I began to think over what had just happened. Should I say something? Make believe that it didn’t happen? How am I supposed to act around him now? When I stepped in the shower and closed the door and stepped under the hot water, all at once the image of me and him came into my head and I gave a little start.

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Hi love, recognising John immediately as he was wearily carrying his case from the baggage check out point at Leeds airport. The last week England had been going through one of those hellish heat waves, was over a hundred degrees down south, and even we had experienced record temperatures over the past few days. Tempers were also at an all time high, trying to look my best for John proved impossible as some idiot had an accident on the motorway making the drive to the airport so hot and sweaty.

Only had a thin white cotton dress on, not to short as the need for underwear in such conditions was stupid and the small breeze that was blowing out of the stinking town was a pleasure to feel. Only had 24 hours with John also, he was on a trip to London with his family and sneaked away to me just for, well, just for.

Being ultra clean, with that sick feeling in my stomach as it seemed to twist and knot up, my hair wet and the £40 hairdo a complete waste of money only hours earlier. I could feel and smell my body perspiring under the bottle and half of perfume I had wasted on it coming to the airport. Plan was for me to go and have a cold shower in the toilets but that blasted accident took care of that.

John looked as pissed off as I felt as we finally looked at each other, his wet shirt, open to the waist, dark body glistening in his sweat as finally he dropped his overnight bag on to the floor and hugging me lifted me off my feet and our first kiss was long and hard draining every drop of air from my lungs. Looking closely in his eyes, a feeling of utter excitement in my body, having never done anything so impulsive before, while wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, my eyes telling him how pleased I was to see him.

With people not disturbing us but walking around us, no words were spoken as we gazed into each others eyes. Don’t know John’s feeling’s at that moment, but mine were nothing more of pure passion and no matter what, I knew that the next 18 or so hours we had together were going to be 18 hours of sheer magic.

My hormones must have been oozing from me telling John how I felt about him as we cuddled together and finally made it to the quietness of the car park. I was on the top deck, open, and what breeze there was seemed to be there as the hot sun blazed down on us but a cooling wind made it feel so nice. Dropping his bag I was pinned up against my car, my arms intertwined around his neck. I felt so good, so submissive, my mind suggesting thing’s that I had only ever fantasised about. Our hot faces crushed together, hungrily we kissed as I felt John’s hand clumsily pulling at the hem of my dress. Suddenly his thick fingers were pawing at my eager thighs. Opening them for him we stopped kissing, but stared at each other as his fingers probed my wetness and gingerly I felt a finger disappear into me. I was soaking in anticipation for him as our eyes never moved from each other. I was going to orgasm, there was no getting away from that, the whole experience alone was enough. Think the whole occasion got the better of me and almost embarrassed I just come and come and come, my legs just buckling underneath my weight, didn’t want to hold back but just staring into his eyes my legs just buckled and . . . I just orgasmed. Was so simple, so easy, could never have happened in a different situation, but think this situation was something else.

I could smell my ‘orgasm’, and almost embarrassed now I pulled John’s finger from me, it was soaked in my juices as almost teasingly John took his finger into his mouth and wiped it clean.

We decided that home was the place to be where we could relax and although it was a furnace, we could enjoy our short time together güvenilir bahis there. I was horny on the journey home, couldn’t keep my hands off John, and think no hope he was the same. Although I was driving my hand, when ever it wasn’t on the gear stick was resting on John’s ‘gear stick’. Although that blasted accident occurred on the other carriageway, when we approached it I soon had to hit the brake pedal and suddenly the temperature was rising as we were all of a sudden crawling along.

I didn’t care, was a nice time to play with John’s private bits, I was firstly squeezing on him, then the traffic stopped and I had time to unzip his fly and suddenly an arm comes around my neck as my hand engulfs his hardness. I have a second to look at the smile on his face as I toyed with his erection.

Past the congestion now, we suddenly pick up speed, but my thoughts are purely on John as suddenly I am driving along the motorway mastibating him. Not sure where my thoughts were, the sighs and groans I was getting from John were enough and while firmly looking at the road felt John tense up and his hot fluids explode over my hands and no doubt over his stomach and chest. Driving one handed with my hand dripping with John’s come as he wiped himself and my hand dry.

We carried on the short drive to my house, John, no doubt used to the heat more than me. His eyes closing but we were both excited and talking about the evening ahead, as we drove into the city centre and once again the heat of the day had beads of sweat running down my cheeks and my thighs were burning with both desire and heat.

Home, was early evening, air conditioning was something unheard of in Leeds and the only air conditioning I possess is a large ceiling fan and by opening the windows and back porch up sometimes it produces a through breeze.

Pouring out a pot of tea for us and peeling my dress from my sticky body and throwing it straight into the washing machine seemed to perk John up and although we were a wet and sticky mess I had to guide him up to the bathroom. Undoing his shirt on the way up by the time we were at the door it was off and together with his jeans and the rest of his things they soon followed as I turned the shower on a cool setting and the cool water was soon flowing over and cooling both our bodies. Seemed the only thing’s getting soaped were our backs as we were cuddled together with John’s erection sticking firmly into my stomach. Suddenly our lips parted and John pushed me against the cold tiled wall and with water hitting my face and running down my body he gathered some more soap on his sponge and was suddenly giving me a lovely slow gentle wash.

Opening my legs for him and with my arms resting on his shoulders our eyes never left each others as he gradually followed my clean body downwards, kissing and licking every inch of my body, sending tingling sensations throughout me. Knelling now, his unshaved rough skin was kissing my stomach, each peck making muscles in my stomach dance with excitement. Sill his eyes looking up at me as my hands were now firmly clasped around the sides of his head, almost guiding him to the next spot I needed kissing.

Leaning firmly against the wall John suddenly lifted one of my feet up of the floor and while he sponged around my foot I saw his tongue starting to lick around my shaved mound, bringing untold feelings inside me. Asking for the next foot to be cleaned I lifted it up to John’s hands and purposely opened myself wider so he could access between my legs. Knowing this is what I wanted I felt the roughness of his chin fighting to get between my legs and opening myself wider was suddenly locking my fingers together behind his head türkçe bahis and seemed to be guiding myself onto his eager mouth. Trying to control the situation was proving hard, John’s body was to heavy for me to hold and so lying him down onto the shower cubicle floor I was suddenly knelling either side of his face and I could watch as his mouth and tongue searched for me and feeling in complete control of the situation was able to control the pressure he was putting on me. All of a sudden this was something else, as if I were alone pleasing myself. I would lower myself onto him and feel his tongue exploring into me, licking, kissing me. I could position my clitoris above his eager mouth and let him lick on me until the feelings became so intense that I would pull away.

John was more than willing to stay in this position, think I wouldn’t have minded if he had drowned there, as slowly the feeling’s became more and more intense with each go. The water was now running cold onto my face, think that was the only thing that stopped my head and face over heating as the feelings I was experiencing were truly something else. Like all good things, that had to end, putting my clitoris directly onto John’s mouth I pushed down on him and realising I wasn’t going to move this time John gripped hold of my hips and within seconds I was collapsing on to the floor above him as I screamed out in complete ecstasy.

Lying there, shaking in my orgasm I felt John move and suddenly the cold water stopped running over me. His erection sticking out proud and inviting for me, and thinking it was my turn to please that way, instead he rolled me over onto my back and lifting my legs high into the air felt his manhood slip effortlessly into me. It was strong, hard and powerful, causing me some very pleasant pain as I felt the whole of him inside me and almost disappointed as he slid his long hardness out of me. John seemed to do this a hundred times, slowly, and each time he was fully inside me he seemed to knock the wind out of my lungs, making me gasp for air. Gradually his tempo speeded up, and the intense feeling’s he was producing inside me together with my rhythmic groans were making me feel so out of this world. Unable to speak, I was just muttering his name as I felt his hands holding my feet firmly and pulling me wider apart as my name was suddenly being shouted out by John, louder and louder. Knowing he was going to finish any second I repeated his name over and over again as his body pushed forward as if trying to get more and more of himself inside me. I was with him, intimately, closely as he exploded himself into me and although he had come early on, I was still treated to the feeling of his warm love juice inside me. His body was rigid and trying to rid himself of all his come was pushing deeply still inside me as I felt his hardness quickly recede and very soon the heat we had produced together was leaking from John’s forehead and I could feel each drop splash down onto my stomach.

An exaggerated sigh from him as he gently lowered my feet down onto the now cold floor, leaving me resting there as he stood up and went to get some towels. Taking care to dry me gently and thoroughly we finally agreed that it was time we finished off that cup of tea we made earlier that evening.

Wrapped only in a bath sheet the coolness of the late evening was finally blowing through the open doors as we sat and drank a fresh cup of tea and John, having not eaten for ages nibbled on some sandwiches. The ‘sex thing’ now finished we sat for hours talking about the same things we do over the internet most evenings. I felt so good, so relaxed and so comfortable that it was a shame the clock had whizzed around to güvenilir bahis siteleri four in the morning and John had to be back at the airport for eight. So we decided to call it a night, letting John go up first I locked up and turned out the lights as the dawn chorus was already awake and threatening to prevent John the much deserved sleep he was after.

Hoping, no wishing more like, for something before we go I shower and spend ages making up wanting to look my best for when John wakes up beside me in the morning. Was surprised to see John’s eyes open when I finally came into the bedroom. “Thought you would be asleep love.” I say, but he answered that he has tried, but for some reason his eyes won’t close. Laughing I crawl onto the bed with him, his manly smells sending signals to my over active sex genes and cuddling him and nestling my head into the nape of his neck seems to give John the same feeling’s. A small sigh and he turns his face to mine and I eagerly stretch my neck upwards and as our lips meet my face suddenly heats up to boiling point. Selfishly now I search for his manhood in the semi dark, it was hard and erect as if waiting for me and now I knew I wanted to please him the way I have been fantasising about since we first met in our chat thingy.

John knew it as well, and made no attempt to stop me, wouldn’t have made any difference anyway, as I slowly kissed his proud body and running my tongue over his stomach felt those same feelings that I had felt early that night as his muscles shuddered below me. Lying close to him, but not touching I was soon at his nice hard toy and teasing him was running my tongue up and down the length of it and with no hands on it found it twitching nicely for me. It was still very hot and when John put his hands down around my head I pushed them away, thinking that this was going to be my fun and didn’t want a heavy hand helping me in any way. I was in a playful and happy mood and felt good slowly sucking and licking on John’s erection. Thought he would have been as tired and satisfied as I was and was surprised when my playing with him started to make him moan, groan and twist around on the bed. Soon he was lying back and as the sun started to shine through the curtains I looked up to see the contented look on John’s face. It was to nice to waste this time together and wanted so much to cuddle up again, knowing that time was limited for us together.

Felt so right but the time was shattered by the alarm clock bringing us back into reality and knowing we only had an hour left together. A quick shower by us both, and slipping on just a loose dress again because of the heat we were soon on the road back to the airport. “Slow down Pat.” He shouted, as I try to make up time for the airport. No accidents on the way, and we were up on our roof with lots of time to spare. Although early in the morning it was getting warm already and think John was a little taken aback as I pulled my dress up over my head and threw it onto the back seat. “Well!, what are you waiting for love, we still have 20 minutes.”

With that John started to take off his jeans and tee shirt and once naked we were one once again and with cars coming and going I sat astride him, loving every second of him inside me. Think we wanted this to last forever, and after the previous evening, my soreness and John seemed to go on forever, but with time marching on he suddenly pushed me over onto my back and his pace suddenly increased. With him going at me with all the vigour he could manage he soon had me screaming out yet another orgasm and in doing so pulled himself out of me and emptied himself over my hot stomach and boobs.

Exhausted I feel back onto the seat, my legs spread open wide John’s come all over me. John leaned over, kissed me one more time grabbed his clothes and bag and said as he ran for his plane. “Stay there love, don’t ever move.”

Don’t think I could if I wanted to……

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Happy holidays, everyone! I took a break from commissions over the holidays but I wanted to write something for all of you. So, as a gift from me to you and a huge thank you now that I’m about to hit 500 followers, I wrote this, my longest single story ever. This was an old project from a couple months back. I started a couple thousand words and then shelved it. Until now. I really hope you all enjoy this story. I know it’s a little past Christmas, (My bad, I just kept writing and writing.) but I hope you all had a great Holiday and have a Happy New Years. Here’s to a happy and healthy 2021. Cheers!

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Disclaimer: All characters are 18+

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“Okay, go right up here and then it’s the next house on the left.”

Scott set his blinker and turned onto the street that his girlfriend, Lauren, was pointing to. As he straightened the wheel back out, he could see the house she was referring to as it was the only house on that side of the street. The long driveway already had about a dozen cars parked in it, so he pulled up and stopped behind the last one.

He was not looking forward to this. Lauren’s family had an annual family reunion of sorts and this year, she had convinced him to join her. Scott had met Lauren during their freshman year at college. He had spotted her at a party with some friends and was enamored with her instantly. After downing a few beers to work up some courage, he spent the night talking to her and telling cheesy jokes. She laughed at all of them, so he had taken it as a good sign. Turns out, he was right because she agreed to go out with him shortly thereafter and, three years later, they were still going strong.

Still, he had never met her family before. Lauren was from southern California and it was a long way from Penn State, where they attended school, so he had never encountered them. He was concerned that her parents were not going to be enthusiastic about his small-town Pennsylvania background. Lauren had mentioned that her parents were fairly well off. Looking up at the massive estate-esque home they had arrived at, he could tell she had understated that.

“Well, we’re here!” Lauren said and hopped out of the car.

When he didn’t immediately follow her, she leaned back in the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “You’re not still hung up about meeting my parents, are you?”

“Well off?” he said, sarcastically, gesturing towards the mansion.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She said, reassuringly. “They’re not snooty or anything. I’m sure they are going to love you. Now come on, ya big baby. It looks like we’re the last ones here already.”

With a sigh, he followed her to the trunk and took out both of their suitcases. He could never say no to her. Her attitude was always so sunny and positive, he was pretty sure no one could say no to her.

“What does your dad even do?” he questioned her as they walked toward the front door.

“He’s an executive for Harley Davidson.” Lauren answered.

“You never told me all that.” He grumbled, his nerves wrapped up in a tight ball.

“I didn’t tell you for exactly the reason you are exhibiting right now, buster.” She remarked. “I knew you would get all weirded out if you thought I was some rich girl or something.”

“No, you could never weird me out.” He said.

“Awww, you like me!” she joked, grabbing his head and yanking him down to kiss his cheek.

“Your dad on the other hand…”

“Oh, relax!” she laughed. “He probably won’t throw you in the dungeon.”

Lauren bounced up the steps in front of him and threw open the front door.

“Moooom, Daaaad!” she called out.

The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. The main entry room was incredibly tall, and a staircase wrapped around the perimeter leading to a second floor. An elaborate chandelier hung twenty feet above them.

“Hey, Lauren!”

“Daddy!” Lauren shouted, running to hug the sandy-haired man that had just entered the room.

Lauren’s father looked like your typical dad and his smile was friendly and warm. He released Lauren and turned to face Scott.

“You must be Scott!” he boomed. “My daughter has talked a lot about you. Nice to meet you, son.”

“Nice to meet you, too, sir.” Scott replied, extending his hand to shake.

“Oh, don’t call me that.” The man laughed, shaking Scott’s hand. “I get called that enough at work. My father was a sir. I’m just a Steve. Here, just leave your bags by the stairs. I’ll have someone come get them for you. I suppose we better introduce him to your mother, right, Lauren?”

“Yeah, come on.” Lauren took his arm and pulled him down a hallway. “My mom has been dying to meet you.”

The hallway led to a beautiful kitchen that one would expect to see in a magazine. The countertops were all deep marble and the metal appliances gleamed. Windows overlooked a picturesque backyard, dominated by an inground swimming pool and enough exotic plants to start a nursey.

“Mom!” Lauren called, getting the attention of a woman stood talking to another couple people.

“Lauren, you’re finally here!” the woman exclaimed güvenilir bahis as they embraced.

Lauren’s mom was pretty and had the same smile as her daughter. Scott could see where his girlfriend got her cheery disposition now.

“Oh, is this him?” Lauren’s mother turned to him. “Wow, you didn’t mention he was so cute, Lauren!”

Scott blushed and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Cute and polite.” She giggled, as she shook his hand. “Please call me Tracy.”

Scott felt Steve clap him on the shoulder.

“Lauren, why don’t you go say hello to the rest of the family. Most of them are outside.” He suggested. “I’ll show Scott around a little bit.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Lauren responded. “Don’t hurt him too much. I like this one.”

Steve steered Scott into another hallway before glancing behind them.

“I just saved your life.” He chuckled. “You would’ve been stuck talking to people for the next twelve hours. C’mon, I’ll show you my hideout. We’ve got the game on.”

Scott followed Steve down a staircase to a finished basement. If there was ever a true man-cave, this was definitely it. Comfortable looking couches were all over and a gigantic flat screen was playing a baseball game. One side of the room was a long bar with a series of taps. Liquor bottles were stacked neatly on shelves behind it. Signed jerseys from various teams were in cases along the walls; the LA Rams, Chargers, Lakers, and Dodgers and one Kings jersey. A set of French doors led outside to the back yard where the pool was, and Scott could see Lauren hugging relatives outside.

“Everyone, this is Scott.” Steve announced to the group of men seated talking and watching the game. “He’s Lauren’s boyfriend so try not to scare him off, will ya?”

The men laughed and echoed greetings.

“What kind of beer do ya like?” Steve asked, ushering him over to the bar.

“Whatever’s cold.” He responded.

“Good answer.” Steve laughed. “It’s all cold here so take your pick.”

He handed Scott a glass.

“You a baseball fan, Scott?”

“Oh, yeah.” Scott poured himself a drink from the Budweiser tap. “Baseball, football, Hockey.”

“No basketball?”

“Well, Pittsburgh doesn’t have a basketball team and I’m definitely not cheering on the 76ers.”

“Ah, so you’re a Pirates fan then.”

“Unfortunately.” Scott admitted.

“Well, we won’t give you too much grief about it. You probably have a hard enough time watching them play every year.” Steve winked at him.

“That’s for sure.” Scott agreed.

“Well, take a load off. We’ve got the Dodgers game on so you can see what it’s like for a team to win for once.”

Scott laughed and they went over to the couches and found empty spaces. The next couple hours were great and he found himself relaxing. He realized he had been worried over nothing. Lauren’s father was great and nothing at all like what he had been concerned about. He spent the time alternating between watching the action on TV and asking Scott questions about himself. The other men chimed in with lighthearted jokes and occasionally ribbed him about either the Steelers, the Pirates, or the Penguins. Halfway through the sixth inning, the door to the back yard opened and Lauren stuck her head in.

“Are you guys being nice to Scott?” she asked.

“We’re converting him to a Dodger’s fan.” One of the men, Lauren’s uncle Robert answered.

“Yeah, good luck with that one.” She rolled her eyes. “Dad, mom wants to know if you want to start grilling the burgers.”

“What time is it? Oh, three.” Steve mused. “Yeah, I can get them going. Suppose we should all head outside, gentlemen.”

Lauren waved at Scott to follow her as they all stood up and she led him through the people standing around outside to where her mother was sitting at one of the tables along with a few other women.

“Everyone, this is Scott.” She introduced him. “Scott, this is Aunt Mallory, Aunt Tilda, Aunt Beatrice, and my cousin Margo.”

“Take a seat, Scott.” Tracy said. “We’re going to eat soon.”

He and Lauren sat down, and he answered questions from the women until Steve called out that the burgers were ready. Scott realized what Steve had meant when he said that he had saved him from a fate of eternal conversation earlier. He barely had time to eat his food with the amount that the women were talking to him throughout the meal. He didn’t mind it, but he was glad when Tracy stood up and suggested they go around and collect dishes and take them inside. He rose and began to take some plates but was stopped.

“No, you’re our guest of honor.” Tracy said. “We’ll take care of it. Just relax and stay seated.”

He tried to protest but Tracy insisted repeatedly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Lauren told him. “We’ll be finished soon.

“Yes,” Tracy said. “And your sister should be home from cheerleading practice any minute so then you can introduce her to Scott.”

Scott sat back down as the women went around the area collecting dishes and then headed into the house to finish cleaning up. He sat there alone, glad to have a break from conversing with türkçe bahis people and watched the water spill down one of the decorative waterfalls nearby.

A few minutes later, a girl entered the backyard and went up to Steve and gave him a hug. She was wearing a sweatshirt and a cheerleading skirt so Scott assumed it must be Lauren’s sister that her mother had mentioned.

As she greeted her uncles and cousins, Scott noticed her look his way and thought he saw her eyes narrow, but a second later, she was smiling and talking to someone again so he figured he must have imagined it. He went back to daydreaming.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

Scott snapped back to reality and turned away from the waterfall he had been staring at to find the girl sitting next to him at the table. She looked like a younger version of his girlfriend. She was slim like Lauren, but her chest was clearly smaller, and she was probably an inch shorter. Her hair was a slightly lighter shade of blonde, but other than that, they looked very similar.

“I’m Scott.” He stammered, surprised at how quiet she had been.

“You’re not a relative, are you? I’ve never seen you before.” She questioned.

“No, I’m…” he started.

“Well, that’s good.” She interrupted him, smiling. “I would hate to think someone so handsome was related to me. Can’t flirt with family. That kind of thing is frowned upon in most places.”

Scott opened his mouth to explain that he was dating Lauren, but he was cut off again.

“So, do you work with my dad or something?” she asked, leaning towards him a bit. “Most of the guys that my dad brings around from work are older and they aren’t good looking like you.”

“There you are!” came Lauren’s voice from the back door.

She walked over and leaned down to give the girl a hug.

“Hey, Lauren!” she said, with a big smile. “I didn’t see you inside!”

“Oh, I was helping mom with something.” Lauren responded. “So, I see you’ve met my boyfriend, Scott.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” the girl asked.

Scott thought he saw disappointment flicker in the girl’s eyes, but she covered it up so quickly, he figured he had imagined something again.

“Yeah.” Lauren said. “Didn’t you tell her?”

“I tried.” Scott protested.

“I see. Couldn’t get a word in edgewise?” Lauren smirked. “Not surprising with her. This is my sister, Leah.”

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend along.” Leah admonished. “I almost stole him from you.”

“Well, that’s because you don’t read the family group chat, dummy. Besides, he’s twenty-one years old. That’s too old for you.”

“I don’t think three years is too big of a gap.” Leah argued. “Don’t you think an eighteen-year-old and a twenty-one-year-old could date, Scott.”

“I agree with Lauren.” Scott answered.

“See?” Lauren said. “I’m right.”

“Of course he agrees with you.” Leah said, rolling her eyes. “He’s smart enough not to fall into that trap.”

“Yeah, he is somewhat bright for a boy.” Lauren winked at him.

“Anyways, I’m going to change and shower.” Leah stood up to head inside. “Did you guys already eat?”

“Yes, there’s some hamburgers leftover and a bunch of snacks and stuff. The kids were hungry, so mom pushed the food forward.”

“Okay, that’s fine. It was nice to meet you, Scott.”

Leah bounced away into the house, her skirt flapping with each step.

“Here, let me show you where we’ll be sleeping.” Lauren tugged on his arm. “I need to unpack anyway.”

Scott followed Lauren through the house and up the winding staircase. He had never seen a house with so many bedrooms. There must have been at least ten. Lauren stopped at one of the rooms towards the end and led him inside.

“This is my room.” She said. “One of the maids brought up our bags for us earlier.”

Scott sat on the bed and watched as she unpacked her clothes and put them in drawers. Typically, when he went home on break, he just left everything in his suitcase, but Lauren was definitely neater than he was. Her room was nice. Posters of bands covered some of the walls and a desk was off to one side with a computer on it. A couple dressers were against the opposite wall. The bed was a large queen size and really comfortable. He imagined it was probably an expensive mattress.

“Hey, where is the bathroom?” Scott asked, feeling the beer having gone through him.

“It’s down the hall on the left.” Lauren answered, digging through her suitcase. “There’s a picture of a cat hanging on the door.”

Scott left her bedroom and headed down until he found the door he had described. As he reached for the handle, it suddenly opened, startling him, and Leah stepped out. She shrieked as he scared her also. The first thing Scott noticed was that she had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was wet and hanging down her back and she was wrapped in only a towel that ended in the middle of her thighs. Her breasts weren’t large like Lauren’s were, but he got a generous glimpse of her cleavage.

“Jesus, Scott!” Leah exclaimed. “You scared the crap out of me! I almost dropped my towel! Or is that what güvenilir bahis siteleri you wanted to happen?”

As he opened his mouth, too dumbfounded to answer, she laughed and playfully pushed his chest.

“I’m just messing with you. Bathroom’s all yours. But seriously, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

She slipped by him and padded down the hall, her petite body barely covered by the fabric, before going into the bedroom that was next to Lauren’s. Scott shook his head and entered the bathroom, which was also incredibly luxurious, before returning to Lauren’s room where she was finishing up with her clothes.

“Did someone scream?” Lauren asked.

“Yeah, Leah and I scared each other when she was leaving the bathroom.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot she was taking a shower.” Lauren laughed. “Anyways, I’m done here. Let’s go back downstairs.”

They left the room and walked back downstairs.

“Now I get to introduce you to all my cousins. I hope you’re good with kids, because there are a lot of them.” she teased him, smiling.

There were indeed a lot of them. Scott had seen a few of them around the pool area but he was too busy being bombarded with questions from Lauren’s aunts to see all of them as they filtered out to get food. There were nineteen of them and they ranged from around five years old to around thirteen years old. Lauren led him out back behind the pool to the open field of grass where most of them were playing and he immediately got dragged into a game of tag as she took a seat in the shade of a nearby tree. A few times, he looked to her to rescue him as he was being tackled by kids, but she just smiled and waved at him, leaving him to his fate.

Eventually one of the parents called everyone back to the house as it was getting dark. Scott walked over to Lauren and sat on the grass, sore from the onslaught of children. He laid down on his back, groaning. Lauren just laughed and lay down next to him, resting her head on his chest.

“Jeez, I feel like I just got done practicing with the Baltimore Ravens.” Scott remarked.

“You did great!” Lauren encouraged him. “The kids all loved you and had fun.”

“Is this what fun feels like?” he asked, massaging a spot where he had gotten struck by a stray foot at one point.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel all better later tonight.” She promised, in a seductive voice, kissing him on the cheek before returning her head to lay on him.

“Sounds like it was worth it then.” He said, wrapping his arm around her.

They lay there for a while, watching the sky go from orange to purple. Scott could tell by the changed pace of Lauren’s breathing when she had fallen asleep. He was about to doze off himself when a voice interrupted.

“Awww, this is adorable!”

Scott looked up and Lauren raised her head, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Leah was stood nearby in a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, grinning down at them.

“Dad said to let you two know that we’re doing s’mores if you want to join everyone.” She informed them. “Should I let him know that you’re busy?”

“No, we’ll be there in a minute.” Lauren replied, yawning again.

“Okay, lovebirds.” Leah walked back to the house, her bare feet sinking into the grass.

“I suppose we should head back.” Lauren said as Scott stood up and stretched.

“I was just getting comfortable.” Scott said, reaching down towards her.

“Yeah, me too.” She laughed.

She took his hands and he pulled her to her feet.

They headed back to the house and joined the crowd of people around the large fire ring that Scott had noticed earlier. He typically wasn’t a fan of marshmallows, but he made an exception this time and had a s’more. Everyone settled around in chairs after that and talked and drank. As the evening progressed, people filed off to bed, those with younger children leaving first. Several hours later and it was only a few people remaining outside.

“Lauren, you know we’re all taking the kids to the water park tomorrow, right?” Tracy asked.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.” Lauren admitted.

“I figured you two probably didn’t want to go. It’s going to be a bit of a circus.”

“Yeah, we’ll find something else to do.”

“How about you, Leah?” Tracy turned to her younger daughter.

“Um, yeah I don’t really want to go.” Leah answered.

“Why don’t you girls take Scott into town and show him around?” Tracy suggested.

“Sure, we can do that.” Lauren nodded, turning to Leah. “Leave around ten?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Leah stood and stretched. “Anyways, I’m off to bed. Goodnight, everyone. Goodnight, Scott.”

She disappeared into the house.

“I suppose we should all turn in.” Steve said, checking his watch. “We all have busy days tomorrow. You all head in, I’ll make sure everything is locked up and lights are out.”

Everyone said their goodnights and Lauren and Scott went upstairs to their room. Scott didn’t typically sleep with anything but boxers on, so he just stripped his pants and shirt off and chucked them on top of his suitcase in a ball. He fell back onto the bed with a groan and stretched. Lauren returned from her closet in her typical night shirt with no bottoms and crawled across the bed to lay on top of him. He grunted as her elbow struck a bruise. Lauren tilted her head to look up at him with big doe eyes.

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I had history with each of the people who were to appear in Babes in the Wood. In one sense or another I loved each of them. I had often fantasised about them, had already made ‘normal,’ adventure movies with John and Owen and Ben, masturbated under the covers and jumped from a swing naked in front of them I had masturbated together with Anna, and talked with Natalie about sex. And on top of that I regularly made all kinds of perverted movies of myself masturbating. They ranged from the raunchy and daring — fully bent over and spread before the camera, thrusting my fingers in my pussy and then finger fucking my arse — to the simple and more innocent versions depicting me strutting or dancing naked around my room. There were about two hours worth already.

All the ingredients for the movie were there and in that fantasy moment they came deliciously together.

In the days that followed I mulled the possibilities over in my mind. I scoured the internet for other people who had done something similar but could find nothing. It was as if I was the only sex-crazed teenager in the world. There was lots of porn of course, which I watched eagerly, particularly the amateur stuff which seemed more genuine and passionate. Seeing everyday people carnally engaged turned me on. Particularly when it was clear that what they were doing was pushing their own boundaries, or when they couldn’t control the need in their voices. I like to hear the dialogue as they fucked, or prepared to fuck. The expression of their desire was what really turned me on, far more even than their bodies writhing naked together.

Eventually I came to the conclusion that there was nothing to be found. But I refused to give up on the idea. I thought about emailing a few porn directors with the offer, but didn’t have the nerve. What porn impresario would take me — a skinny eighteen year old girl — seriously? I didn’t even know yet whether I took my idea seriously. In my mind I did; but in reality…

Eventually I decided that the only way to make the movie I wanted to make, with the people I wanted to make it with, was to make it myself. If I could. I had over £1000 in my bank account which I could use to buy cameras and sound equipment, but I would need more to buy the sex toys, lubricants, condoms, décor and all the other things that would bring it up to the standard of my imagination.

The problem was not money — I would have to get a job and scrimp and save all summer but it would be worth it — but rather persuading my friends to take part. It’s not exactly something you can drop into conversation.

“Oh, by the way, how about making a porn movie with me?”

Even if I did find a way to ask they could not do other than think I was mad. After all, I had already been in compromising situations with each of them bar Natalie, and yet no-one had taken the initiative further. It had been me leading and them following. Sometimes they hadn’t followed at all.

The longer I thought about it, the more it seemed that this stumbling block would prove impossible. And yet I couldn’t forget about it. The mere thought of filming myself riding Owen’s cock had me breaking out in a cold sweat and sickness pooling in the pit of my stomach. Imagining the taste of Anna’s pussy had me dry-retching with desire. Everything in my life felt as though it had been leading to this decision. Everything in my future would be determined by what I chose to do. Were it to happen, this movie would be the epitome of who I wanted to be, but how could I make it a reality? I felt as though I had been given a glimpse of heaven and then told to go and forget about it until I was dead.

How do we decide to do what we do? To others, it can seem that we make choices with our lives that they could never take. But it’s not that complicated. We find ourselves falling into the things we are interested in without ever consciously making a decision to do so. Not just anyone could fall into mountaineering without first having an interest in walking, or the outdoors, or a network of people interested in doing so too. The same goes for anything. I never really decided to work in, and then open, a bookshop. It grew naturally from an interest in reading. Had one not had this interest to begin with, they would never have happened, but as I did, they became logical choices. The same was true with this movie. It was only my obsession with sex that led me to it. Had I not had these, the idea would never have even occurred to me. Yet because I was horny and in need of sexual contact with others it became a logical choice. From there, it was just a case of deciding to do so.

I had to do so.

The challenge would be to devise some way to convince my friends to join me, to come up with an offer that would convince them to sacrifice their bodies and minds to my every pornographic whim. Bribery. And not a small bribe either, it would have to be such a great sum of money that they would be blinded by the numbers and forget exactly what it was they were agreeing to. Would £5000 suffice? Or would it require more?

The figure was irrelevant in one sense. I could never hope to offer that bahis firmaları kind of money. The gamble would be that if they believed I could, they would agree. And when we were finished, and they had had the time of their lives, perhaps they wouldn’t be furious when I came clean and admitted that I couldn’t pay anything.

I doubted it would work out like that but I would have to cross that bridge when I came to it. There seemed no other option.

I celebrated the momentous decision by filming myself sinking down onto a carrot, first one hole then the other, until I came.

As the only person to have ever really reciprocated my sexuality, not to mention my best friend, Anna was the natural first target for recruitment. We had never taken our activities as far as I would have liked, but had at least continued to masturbate together on Friday nights, sometimes naked, sometimes under the covers with the lights off, falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s breathing. If there was anyone out there who would go along with me, surely it was her.

I planned the conversation meticulously: scripting it all with a series of possible responses from Anna and how they could be negated. Then I practised repeatedly, honing the arguments and building a story which could explain my strange request. When Friday came around I was prepared. The butterflies in my stomach were more active than any I had ever had: drunk on expectancy I could not control. Throughout the day I snapped at people and bickered; I was short of breath and inattentive. Eventually the end of school came, and Anna and I made our way home. I had bought a bottle of wine to encourage the surmounting of our inhibitions, and chosen a sexy movie to get us in the mood. I chose Stealing Beauty as it seemed appropriate for what I was planning. There can’t be many more erotic sights than Liv Tyler’s eyes as she is penetrated for the first time.

As soon as dinner was finished we were up in my bedroom and I had the bottle open and the movie in the player. It was only after a few hefty gulps of wine that I realised how wrong my reasoning was. Sure, Anna was my best friend. But by virtue of her being my best friend, if she responded badly to this it would be the greatest possible rejection. I should have started with Natalie, at least if she said ‘no’ then I wouldn’t feel so rejected.

Except I didn’t know Natalie well enough to be sure she wouldn’t spread the story all over town and make life at school pretty uncomfortable. And yet…Anna could be trusted not to do that and as such she had to be the best person to talk to first. Ever since we were babies we had shared everything, to break that now would be a betrayal of trust which I could no condone. If Anna wasn’t involved from the very beginning it would get the whole project off on the wrong foot.

I reasoned this through so intensely that I missed most of the movie. My mind was whirring too fast for my other senses to keep up. The end of the film came as somewhat of a surprise.

“Cool.” Said Anna, turning to face me.

I wasn’t ready to begin my spiel. “Isn’t it?” I prevaricated.

“I liked it. But you didn’t seem to be watching. Is everything okay?”

“I’ve seen it before; its no big deal.”

“What’s on your mind? You seem distracted.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was thinking, that’s all.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s okay…”

She was about to speak again when I took a big swig of wine and found the courage to speak my mind. “Well actually there is something I wanted to talk to you about…”

“Go on.”

“…you see, I know someone who has offered me a lot of money if I can make a movie for them.”

“That sounds exciting.”

“Wait, let me say what I have to say first.”

“Sorry.”

“You see, I need five other people to agree to be in the movie too, and this person will pay them each lots of money each for their services. But if we can’t get these people to be in the movie then it is no go for everyone. The problem is…” I drained my glass and reached for the bottle. “…its not a normal movie and I don’t know how to persuade people to be in it.”

Anna said nothing. I hadn’t prepared for this and began to panic. But it was too late to turn back. I stumbled on. “You see, it’s a sexy movie and I don’t know whether anyone I know would want to be involved in it.”

Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Like Stealing Beauty?”

“Sort of. Yes. But more so.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You mean pornography?”

I nodded.

“Oh Amelia, you wouldn’t. It’s…I mean, you don’t need to…why?”

“It’s not a normal porno. There wouldn’t be camera men watching. I’d do it all with still remote cameras controlled by me. And the only people involved would be people I chose to invite. It’s more like a home movie with sex than pornography. The only difference is that the people would be paid to be involved.”

“How much?”

“£5000.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of money.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And what would the movie require the actors to do? Will you have to have sex?”

“Yes. kaçak iddaa Lots. But it would be done in very safe surroundings and very lovingly.”

“And you’d be okay with that. Letting people have sex with you on film?”

“Come on Anna. I’m ready. I want to have sex. I want to lose my virginity. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“So your going to sell your honour to the highest bidder?”

“Its not like that. Have you ever imagined the most romantic way to lose your virginity? Well this would be mine. It’d be the most beautiful thing I have ever done in my life. And at the end, I’ll be able to watch it back whenever I want.”

“So you’ve already said yes?”

Again I nodded.

She gapped. “I can’t believe it. When are you going to do it? Are you sure you’re ready.”

“Yes. I’m so sure it’s all I can think of. I’m so horny I can barely sit still.”

She giggled and smiled as I squirmed and tipped an almost full glass of wine down my throat.

“Which brings me back to the problem which is how to ask people to be involved in it with me. I’m not going to do this with just anyone. It needs to be people I trust. People I love.”

A silence. I could see the question she wanted to ask taking shape within her, but she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to ask. I sniffed in the hope that she would take pity if she thought I was about to cry.

She looked up. “Who were you going to ask?”

“I thought maybe Natalie might be up for it. And then I was going to ask my friends Owen and John too. And maybe if I was desperate I would ask Ben as well…”

“You want Ben to be in your movie?”

“I think he would say yes.”

“Anyone else?”

I nodded and almost burst into tears. “You. Except I don’t want to pressure you into doing it, or make you feel that you have to do it to support me or anything. I don’t want to harm our friendship by asking you do to this.”

She laughed a tearful sort of laugh. “Thanks, I guess.”

“What do you think?”

“…I don’t know…It’s not exactly the sort of thing I expected to be asked tonight. When would it be? What would I have to do? And why?”

“I don’t know exactly when it would be. Sometime this summer I suppose. And why do I want to do it? Well, I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that. But it’s not the money, Anna. This is something I want to do. I don’t know how to explain it but I feel naïve and inexperienced in the world. And yet in September I will be going off to university and I want to make the most of my time there without having insecurities to get over. I want to lose my virginity with people I already love, and I want to show them how much I love them in case we drift apart. I want people to remember me when they go off and have exciting lives, and I think this is a great way of doing that.”

“I guess…” Anna started, still unsure.

“I’ve been ready for a long time. But I’m too shy to meet people at clubs. I want to have sex, Anna, and this is the way I want to try it out. You know I’ve loved Owen for years without saying anything. Maybe this is my chance to persuade him to fall in love with me.

She tried to smile.

I blushed.

“You haven’t answered my other question. What would I have to do in this movie?”

“Nothing you didn’t want to do, Anna. I promise, Everyone in the movie will be a virgin, its not like you would be out of place or anything. Everyone will have their hang-ups, and no-one will know exactly what they are doing at first. But that is the point of this. Its good practice for when you fall in love with someone and want to have sex with them. You don’t want to be clueless then, do you? Think how amazed he would be if you had learned all these skills you could show him.”

“Have you asked anyone else yet?”

I was sobbing openly now and she reached over to place her hand on my arm. Sure, I had planned all this, but they were no long manipulative tears I shed. I was terrified. We were reaching a crescendo of emotional connection and the tears were flowing of their own accord. “Are you kidding? Of course not. I couldn’t ever do anything like this without you, Anna. You’re my best friend and if you don’t want to be in it, then I don’t want to be in it either.”

She began to tear up too. Honestly, we were like…well, over-emotional teenage girls having a heart-to-heart.

“Okay. I guess. It all seems a little weird right now, but if you promise me that you will be in charge and no-one else will be there, then I guess it does sound like a once in a lifetime chance to make some money and get experience before uni.”

“Bit more than strip poker,” I joked.

She laughed and sniffed back a tear. “Promise me something, okay?”

“Anything?”

“Promise me you will invite all the people you said you would and no-one else. I don’t want all sorts of people I don’t know turning up and…you know.”

“Screwing you?”

“Amelia!” she squealed.

“It’s okay. I don’t want that either, Anna. I promise you, this is about friendship and sex. It won’t be sleazy in any way. In fact, I bet you are going to love it.”

“I kaçak bahis hope so. Ever since you taught me to masturbate, I guess I’ve been imagining something like this happening. I’m scared, but you are right: this is something we should do now.”

“Exactly. Now, all this talk of sex has got me pretty horny, do you mind if I masturbate?”

“Not as long as I can masturbate with you.”

We masturbated calmly together, naked and lying close, though still not touching. Occasionally one of us would turn to the other and ask a question, such as “what do you think it will be like?” or “how big do you think their willies are?” and we would whisper our answers to each other quietly, afraid to spoil the quiet peace of the situation, yet eager to share our minds with each other. When we finally came, we came almost together, and lay there quietly, letting the future events build in our minds.

“Are you sure they will agree to this?” she asked, eventually.

“I hope so,” I said, crossing my fingers. “I’m sure Owen and Ben will, but John and Natalie are a little less certain.”

“When are you going to ask them?”

“I don’t know. Who do you think we should ask next?”

“Ben?”

“But…”

“I know he’s your brother, but you said he would say yes. We could go and ask him now, if you want.”

“Now? I only just built the courage to ask you. I’m not ready to ask him yet.”

“Why not?”

“About a million reasons.”

“But you are going to ask him, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“Well then we might as well get over it now.”

“Oh I guess you’re right. How could he turn down the chance to sleep with someone as beautiful as you?”

She blushed, and the colour came to her breasts as well as her cheeks. Little goose pimples formed on her forearms. “Yeah, right.”

“Your sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

We dressed in silence, each worrying about exactly how we would go about persuading a boy to be in a porn film with us. I don’t know about Anna, but I was worried he would want to fool around with us there and then as well, and although I wanted to fool around with him too, I didn’t want things going too far too soon. While I had imagined fucking my brother many times, fantasy is very different from reality. It’s not like I was completely inured to social morality. There was a definite level of uncertainty in me about whether I would want to go through with it. Or, more to the point, whether he would.

We tiptoed our way down to Ben’s room. He lived on the floor below me, and as it was now past eleven o’clock, my parents had gone to bed and the house was dark and silent. I knew Ben would be up though. He was always up at this time, playing a football management game on his computer.

When we reached his door we froze, unsure how to proceed. Casting a glance at each other there passed between us the acknowledgement of what we were about to do. Silently assuring ourselves that we both wanted to do this, she lifted her arm and knocked quietly on the door.

“Yeah?,” came the reply from inside.

“It’s us, Ben. Can we come in?”

“The doors open.”

We walked in and found the room in its usual chaotic state. It was not that Ben was naturally messy, for a boy of his age he was probably pretty tidy, but he had no real reason to keep it neat, and as such there were piles of clothes on the futon, and papers strewn across the floor. He looked up at us as we came in, and then turned back to the computer, completely focused on the flashing writing on the screen.

“How are you, Ben?” Anna asked.

“I’m okay, Anna. How are you? What brings you down here at this hour?”

“I’m okay,” Anna said, nervous and pushing me forward.

“Listen Ben, there is something we want to ask you.”

“Sure. What is it?

“Could you stop playing that for a minute, its difficult talking to your back like this.”

He sighed, but turned around. He forced his voice into a calm tone and gestured for us to continue.

“It’s like this, Ben. We have been asked to make a movie, and can pay anyone who wants to be in it £5000 for their services.”

“Yeah right. Is this an internet scam or something?”

“No, its not, I promise.” Anna nodded along, though I had no idea how she could be certain.

He was not convinced. But he nodded for us to continue.

“Well, you see, it’s not exactly a normal movie like we have made before. You see, it’s…well…,its kind of a porn movie, except I get to be the director and camera woman and casting director and everything else as well. No-one else would be there when we made it, or anything.”

“We want you to be in it.” Anna jumped in, putting my uncertainty to shame. But she seemed to be pretty ashamed of how eager she had been as well.

Ben looked from Anna to me, back to Anna and back to me. The seriousness on our faces had started to convince him that we were serious. As he looked at me, I saw him raise his eyebrows a fraction, as if to say, “is this for real?” I raised my eyebrows too, and turned my eyes to the floor, hoping that I was assuring him it was indeed for real. He smiled at that point, and I was sure he was remembering the sight of my laying spread eagled on the bed masturbating. But maybe he wasn’t, because his gaze had returned to Anna, and he was nodding ever slowly.

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“So, have you heard about Fuck Bus?”

My friend Penny sat across the table from me in an outdoor café. She asked the question in a low voice, leaning across the table and looking both ways like she didn’t want to be overheard.

“Fu . . . what?” I asked, confused.

“Fuck Bus,” she said again, just as quietly as before.

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“So, you’ve never heard of it?”

“No,” I said. “I haven’t heard of it. Never.”

Penny seemed excited, like she was letting me in on a big secret.

“OK, I’ll tell you,” she said. “I first heard of it a few months ago. I thought it was just an urban legend. But I just found out from a friend of mine that it’s real. Her name is Tamara. She tried it out and it blew her mind. She’s kind of wild. I knew her in college and . . . well, let’s just say there were a lot of stories about her. But she’s not a liar. I believe her.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

“It’s like a secretive club. They drive around in a bus around the city. To get on the bus, you need a special token. You give them the token, and they let you on the bus, and then . . .”

“Then what?”

“Then they fuck you.”

“Who’s they?” I asked.

“Everybody. It’s a gang bang. Strangers. People you’ve never seen and will never see again. They grope you and tear your clothes off and they gang bang you.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No. Seriously. That’s what Tamara said. She did it. She said it was amazing. Most erotic experience of her life. The bus drove all over the city while strangers had sex with her. She couldn’t remember how many. She was sore afterward.”

“My God,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

My mind reeled at the idea. I looked closely at Penny.

“Are you . . . are you interested in doing this?”

“Me? No. I’m not a prude, but it’s too much for me. I’d worry about it getting out. But she gave me a name and number to call. It’s on a card. I’ve got it in my purse.”

She opened the little purse and pulled out a crisp white business card with black embossed lettering. The letters “FB” appeared in the top left corner. In the middle of the card was the name “Dieter” and a phone number.

“Tamara gave me this card. You call this number,” Penny said. “You talk to Dieter, and you tell him you want to ride the bus.”

“That can’t be a real thing,” I said.

“I think it is,” Penny said. “I believe Tamara. She told me all about it. It sounded totally wild. Over two hours of being driven around the city and having sex with strangers.”

“Wouldn’t she be worried about, like, catching something? STDs?”

“You’d think. But apparently this club is very careful. Everybody is checked. It sounds crazy, I know. I’d never do it. But Tamara said she loved the sense of letting go — of letting her body be used by all those people.”

“I can’t even imagine,” I said, my voice trailing off.

“I know, right?”

Penny grinned mischievously.

“But it does sound kinda hot, don’t you think?”

“It sounds crazy,” I said. “Crazy. But hot for some people., I guess.”

“Maybe you should try it, Taylor,” she said to me, her grin growing bigger.

“Me? Are you kidding? No way I’d do that.”

“You need to loosen up.”

“You keep saying that. Yeah, I could probably loosen up some, but that’s too loose for me.”

A strange chill crept over my body, giving me goose bumps. I didn’t know why. It was June and the sun shone and the temperature held steady at 80 degrees.

Penny and I chatted about other things, and we finished our lunch and I went back to work. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it: Fuck Bus. What a strange idea. How in the world could anyone do that? I couldn’t imagine it. And, yet . . . I did imagine it. I kept thinking about it. I thought about what it would be like to board a bus full of strangers who . . . fucked me.

I was neither a prude nor a slut. I was 29, and I had had sexual partners in my life, but not that many. I was single at the time, having broken up three months earlier with a boyfriend whose self-absorption and inattentiveness to me grew to be too much to bear. I had been celibate since then, and I was feeling itchy.

I’d never done anything especially wild, sexually. I guess the wildest thing I ever did was have sex with my then-boyfriend on a deserted beach when I was 22. I liked sex, but I always thought of it as something private. Besides, I had a well-paying job at an insurance company, and I didn’t want to do anything that might hurt my reputation or jeopardize my employment.

But for the next two days, I couldn’t get Fuck Bus out of my mind.

It couldn’t be real, could it?

I had a good memory, and I had memorized the name and number on the card Penny showed me. I couldn’t get it out of my head, nor could I get the concept of the . . . the ride out of my head.

I thought about it while looking out the window of my office on the 11th floor of a downtown high-rise building. Work bored me, and maltepe escort I had no boyfriend to distract me. So, my thoughts wandered to . . . Fuck Bus.

It was a crazy idea. It was an incredible fantasy, but I couldn’t imagine really doing it.

But nobody would know. Penny said it was discreet and secretive.

I looked out the window again. A sea of buildings spread out around me. It was a big city, and it was easy to be anonymous. It wasn’t hard to imagine that a girl could get on a bus, be fucked by strangers, and get off, and nobody she knew would ever know. It would be her secret.

And, of course, the secret of everybody who fucked her.

I shook my head. I had to stop thinking crazy thoughts and get back to work.

Two more days passed. Work was stressful, but still dull, and I still had no boyfriend to distract me.

At home, after work, I poured myself a glass of wine and downed it quickly. The alcohol went to my head. I sat in front of the TV holding the drained wine glass but didn’t know what I wanted to watch. The phone lay on an end table next to me. I picked it up.

I thought about the phone number Penny had given me. And the name. Dieter.

Impulsively, spurred on by the wine, I punched in the number.

It rang twice before a deep, masculine voice answered.

“Dieter.” His tone was perfectly flat and emotionless.

“Hi, I –” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Yes?”

“I . . . I want to ride the bus.”

“I see. Who told you about the bus?”

“A friend of Tamara.”

“OK. And you’re sure you want to ride the bus?”

When I picked up the phone to call, I wasn’t sure about it at all. I just wanted to see if someone would answer, see if this was a real thing or a prank. I still didn’t know if I wanted to do it. It seemed crazy even to think about it. But the conversation piqued my curiosity.

“I think so,” I said.

“No,” said Dieter, voice still perfectly even. “You must be sure. There is no thinking about it. Only those who are certain may ride the bus.”

“OK, then,” I said, relenting. “I’m certain.” I spoke with more firmness. “I am certain I want to ride the bus.”

I still wasn’t certain, but I was starting to convince myself to give it serious thought.

“What is your name?”

“Taylor.”

“You are over 18?”

“Yes. I’m 29.”

“You are using a cell phone?”

“I am.”

“Good,” he said. “I will text instructions. You must follow them to the letter. Once you’ve done so, and if you meet the requirements, arrangements will be made for you to pick up a token, along with directions about where and when to get on the bus. You must be at the precise location at the precise time with your token in hand to get on the bus. The ride is two hours. One other thing –“

“What is it?” I asked.

“Wear something you won’t mind not being able to wear again.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. Because after the ride you won’t be able to use it again. I assure you.”

“OK.” My voice quavered.

“You’ll receive the instructions by text soon.” A high tone sounded, signaling the end of the call.

What was I doing? I couldn’t really do this, could I?

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that maybe, just maybe, I really could do it. I could ride the bus. It sounded deliciously, wildly naughty — the kind of thing my parents would be appalled to know I was even considering. I’d always been a “good” girl — too good. It was time to break out a little. Well, more than a little. If I followed through with this, it would be wilder than anything I’d ever done, by far. And probably ever would do again.

The instructions came 15 minutes later, and I scanned them on the screen of my phone. The text read:

“You must have a medical checkup and be tested to confirm you have no STDs. You must scan a copy of the written report, along with your driver’s license, and return them to this number within 12 hours of receiving the report, along with your work address. “

That shook me. An STD test? I hadn’t had one in a while, but I’d tested negative before and was confident I had no STDs. But what about the people on the bus? The thought of being with strangers, perhaps many of them, was frightening. But still . . . something about the danger made it even more arousing.

After the call, I didn’t take any action for over 24 hours. I had to think about it. At work the next day, it was difficult to concentrate. All I could think about was Fuck Bus.

Fuck Bus.

What a crazy concept. That’s what made it so enticing. I needed to do something crazy.

Finally, I called my doctor and set up a lab test.

Two days passed with interminable and agonizing slowness until my appointment. The appointment itself went quickly, and the next day the results were available through an online portal. I made a digital copy of the report and my driver’s license.

I was keenly aware of what I was thinking about doing — giving detailed and extremely personal information about myself to a stranger. escort maltepe But I did it.

In only 10 minutes, I received a call. It was Dieter.

“I received your text. So, you are sure you want to ride the bus?”

“Yes,” I said, trying to sound confident. I didn’t feel confident. “Can you tell me more about it?”

“Not much. All you need know is this. When you deliver your token to the bus driver and get on the bus, you consent to be fucked by any and all the people on the bus. I won’t tell you how many there will be. Some will be women. Some will be men. Your body will be theirs to use however they wish. You should fully expect that every part of you, every orifice, may be used and filled. Everyone on the bus will have been tested, like you, and be free of STDs. No one will use condoms. I assume you are on the pill?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Good, that’s on you, if you don’t want to get pregnant. Do you understand what I’ve said, and do you agree?”

“Yes,” I said again.

“You understand that by getting on the bus you consent to have sex with more than one person on the bus?”

“Yes.”

“The bus ride will last two hours. When we deliver the token, we will give you the location where you will catch the bus. It will drop you off near your work. You should clear you calendar and be flexible about the time, which you will find out early tomorrow. Where do you work?”

“In the Porter Building, 405 Willis Street, downtown.”

“Excellent. I know where that is. I will text you early tomorrow about picking up the token. When the ride is done you will be dropped off near your place of work. You will want a change of clothes and you should plan to get in your car and leave immediately. You will not be in a condition to go back to work.”

That sounded ominous and frightening . . . but, again, thrilling.

It was really happening. The wheels were turning. I would ride the bus.

I had difficulty falling asleep that night, but the next morning my eyes snapped open and I bounded out of bed, my skin atingle with excitement. I took a long time showering and took even longer shaving my body all over, leaving everything fresh and bare but with just a little well-cropped patch above my lips below.

Now the tough decision: what to wear? I didn’t know what, exactly, would happen to my clothes, but I’d been warned. After a few minutes of mulling it over I pulled from the closet a cute, flowery sundress that hit my legs just above the knee. It was old but still in good condition. I seldom wore it and figured I could sacrifice it for . . . whatever was to come. Underneath a wore a pink, filmy thong and matching bra. I picked out another blue sundress from the closet as a spare, and I folded it and up it in my purse. After putting the outfit on I slipped tan, low-heeled sandals on my feet. Since I didn’t know what to expect I didn’t want to wear something I couldn’t balance on.

My body flushed with nervousness on the drive to work. I parked in the garage under the building, on the second floor down where I usually did. Minding Dieter’s words, I parked as close to the door to the stairs as I could.

I knew already that it was going to be a slow day at work and that I’d be able to get away anytime. I was fortunate to have be able to work on projects at home from time to time.

At 10 am the text message came:

“Go to the flower shop at 411 Willis and be there in exactly 20 minutes.”

My tummy rumbled in the elevator on the way down from the 11th floor. I must have looked nervous, because a woman who looked like she was in her 60s kept glancing at me as we descended, her eyebrows arching as though wondering what I was up to.

It took no time to get to the flower shop. I was familiar with it. It was tiny, occupying just a sliver of horizontal space on the ground floor of a massive office building.

I stood outside the flower shop, as instructed, and I waited, glancing nervously this way and that. The sidewalk was crowded with people and I had no idea what the person I was to meet looked like.

“Taylor,” said a familiar, uninflected voice from the opposite direction from where I was looking. I turned to meet Dieter for the first time.

He was a trim man of medium height with dark hair and a face of indeterminate age. He could have been ten years older than I, or twenty. He wore black-rimmed sunglasses, black shirt, black pants.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes,” I said again, louder.

“Do you still want to ride the bus?”

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

“You consent to the terms we discussed?”

“Yes.”

“Once you are on the bus, there’s no turning back,” he said.

“Oh!” I said, surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yes. Do you still agree?”

“Yes, I do.”

He held out his hand.

“Here is your token.” He handed me a white plastic disk, like an out-sized poker chip, with black letters written on one side. “The token contains the time and place the bus will pick you up today. You must be in the precise location at maltepe escort bayan the precise time, or it will leave without you, and you can never be invited to ride the bus again. Do you understand?”

“I do,” I said, reading the words.

“Good,” he said, cracking the slightest of smiles. “Enjoy your ride.”

Dieter turned away and disappeared into the teeming throng of people on the sidewalk. I was left standing with the token in my hand. I read it. It said, simply: “Sunshine Tours. 611 Willis Street. 2:00 p.m.” Only two blocks away. I knew there was a bus stop there. It made me nervous that it was only a short distance from my office. My colleagues at work might see me. But with so many people on the streets I figured that even if a co-worker saw me, they wouldn’t think anything of it.

I went back to the office and did my best for a few hours to concentrate on work. I only partly succeeded. My heart raced, and my skin flushed as I anticipated what might happen later that afternoon.

What might happen.

I wasn’t committed. I’d told Dieter I would do it, but I could still pull out. I could choose not to show up, and the bus would arrive at the stop, and it would pull away and disappear forever because of my nonappearance. I’d incur no penalty — other than wondering for the rest of my life what it would be like to experience that fantasy.

Wondering about the fantasy ultimately got the best of me. Near 2 pm, I stood up from my desk. I walked to my boss’s office and told her I had to leave and would be gone for the day. She said “OK,” barely looking up from the project on which she was working.

It was warm and sunny when I emerged from the Porter Building. I turned left. My senses were running full tilt. The noises of the city, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the colorful tableau of the urban environment hit me all at once as I walked quickly to my destination.

In a few minutes I reached the bus stop. I looked around and saw no one that I knew.

This was the moment of truth. I could walk away.

But I didn’t. I stood tall and still facing the street, waiting for the arrival of the bus. I check my phone repeatedly to confirm the time. A small purse hung over my shoulder, with the spare dress folded inside.

At 2:00 p.m. precisely, a bus pulled up at the stop, in front of me. It was silver and blue, and the windows were tinted so it was impossible to see inside it. The name “Sunshine Tours” was emblazoned across the side of it in large white letters.

The bus door opened with a soft, hydraulic “whoosh.”

I stared at it for a few moments, as though my future depended on whether I stepped forward or not.

I did. I grabbed a siderail and climbed up the stairs. The bus driver was a middle-aged Asian man with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Token, please,” he said.

I fished the token out of my purse. The driver held his palm out and I gave it to him. He read it for perhaps two seconds and then deposited it in a token receptacle near his seat.

“Do you want to ride the bus?” he asked, eyes level and unblinking on mine.

“I do,” I replied.

“OK”, he said, gesturing with his chin to indicate I should move back and take my place.

I turned and stared into the bus.

It looked like an ordinary bus, the kind I’d ridden many times in the past and never thought about. The one difference was that it was sparkly clean, and the paint looked fresh. I’d guess it was about half full of passengers. Nobody looked at me. Nobody paid attention to me. They were absorbed in their thoughts, or in the cityscape outside, or in their cell phones.

I wondered if I had made a mistake. Did I get on the wrong bus? Was this a mistake? It seemed weird that no one paid any attention to me.

As I walked down the aisle I heard and felt the engine rev up, and the bus started moving again. I steadied myself by grabbing an overhead metal rail. Wondering what to do or where to sit, I noticed quickly that the current occupants of the bus sat on the aisle seats, and no aisle seats were open. So, after walking half the length of the bus, I stopped and chose to stand, clutching the overhead rail tightly with my hand.

I wondered what was going to happen.

Nothing happened. I was puzzled. Nobody looked at me. Everyone seemed to mind their own business. I wondered again if I had made a mistake and gotten on the wrong bus.

The bus slowed and stopped along the street. Tall buildings surrounded us on all sides. The door opened and many people — I lost count how many — got on the bus. A few of them took seats but most, like me, crowded toward the middle of the bus and stood, hanging on to a rail overhead. Now, suddenly, I stood in a crowd of people.

After everyone had got on, the bus left the curb and continued.

I waited, nervous, wondering if something was going to happen or if this was just a prank. The bus turned this way and that. I could not tell where it was going. I started to feel like I’d been played for a fool.

And then, as the bus took a sharp turn, forcing the bodies of everyone standing to sway, I felt it. A hand bumped against my ass. I didn’t turn to look whose hand it was. I continued staring out the window at the buildings that passed by us. I pretended nothing happened.

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It all started three years ago, Samantha and I worked together. It had been just six months since I transferred to her department. One day she needed help with some data entry to our system and all my colleagues were out on vacation, when we first spoke nothing really seemed out of the ordinary I just did whatever she needed and moved on, but for some reason I became extremely attracted to her.

I have never really been interested in heavier girls but there was something about her that was just seductive. My morning routine was to walk across the street for a cup of coffee for the last 3 years and it hadn’t changed ever since. At some point I started noticing her on the same coffee schedule that I had, so I decided to send her an IM.

We started to talk and talk more as the months went on, we discovered we shared a lot in common in a very short period of time, one day suddenly she said “I’m going with my friend to get some dinner, would you like join us?” to which I declined, it wasn’t because of lack of interest, it was just inconvenient since my wife used to drop me off and pick me up after work.

The next morning she started talking as she normally did every morning, she mentioned it was a good dinner last night, “such a shame you couldn’t join us; we could have used some eye candy through dinner.” I never really considered myself as eye candy but I just replied maybe some other time and maybe without your friend and her response was: “count me in”

Later that spring, she had arranged for a vacation bursa escort with her husband and daughter, so she took off for about 2 weeks, while away she kept messaging me and sending emails. We kept talking and our conversations got a little flirty through time. I am not sure why but after every work day I kept thinking about her more and more. After she came back from her trip we kept talking more and more up to the point where our conversations got more and more personal, I don’t exactly know when or how but we started talking about our current spouses and the conversations turned into a different direction.

To give some background I’ll explain my situation at the time. I had been married for almost 6 years and she had been married before but her previous husband is an alcoholic and had 3 children with him. Before we moved in together I remember asking her “are you sure your kids are going to be OK with this?” to which she responded yes they should.

After 6 years of marriage I have to admit that I could not stand her kids, they were disrespectful to me even though I tried to get along with them it was virtually impossible to establish a relationship with them. Eventually my wife and I distanced from each other and we hardly ever talked, or did anything together, I couldn’t even remember the last time we had sex that wasn’t like an obligation.

Samantha and I eventually started discussing our respective marital lives, she lived in marriage hell as she described it, her husband was a dead beat bursa escort bayan that did nothing but stay at home most of the day, he had a part time job that was going nowhere and let her carry the entire financial responsibility of their household.

One day we were about to leave the office, I was in a rush since my then wife was about to get there to pick me up. I gave my number away and ask her to send me messages if she ever wanted to talk outside work. Five minutes passed by and she was sending messages, I was impressed by how fast she decided to contact me. Without being monitored at work our conversations became quickly a flirting heaven.

I expressed to her that I thought she was extremely hot and I wouldn’t understand how a man wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. I believe that was the turning point. I remember the first day we met outside work. It was almost summer time and the weather was amazing outside, she sent me a message asking if I could meet her at the local coffee shop, to which I replied of course!

That afternoon I saw her like I never had seen her before, I remember she was wearing a light pink flower shirt and khakis shorts, they made her ass look amazing, her cleavage exposed her magnificent breasts, I think I fell in love right there and then.

We started chatting at the coffee shop and somehow we ended up kissing, I remember that first kiss like it was yesterday; it was so intense and passionate and sensual that I could not hide that my dick was getting rock hard. After escort bursa a few minutes we decided to go to a nearby bar. We were having such a good time, as we continued kissing we decided to leave, I was driving a big SUV at that time and she asked me where could we go, I don’t know this area really well, I just replied but I do… I know a park not far from here where we can have a little more privacy, she agreed, we paid the bill and left. After a few minutes driving we arrived to the park, it was a Sunday so there was quite a few picnics going on, but we finally found a quiet spot.

After parking, we both looked at each other and we kissed again, it was the most passionate kiss I have ever felt in my entire life, sparks were flying everywhere, as we kissed more deeply and intensely I started sliding my hand on her leg, slowly I started crawling up her leg until I found myself rubbing her pussy over her pants, she opened her legs a little bit to allow me better access to which I put my hand under her shorts and finally found her dripping love hole. It was so hot and wet that made my dick tingle and by then she was rubbing it through my pants and her hands felt so good squeezing it.

As I kept rubbing her clit I felt her tensing and starting to shake, I knew then that an orgasm was coming, her pussy smelled so good, the smelliest I ever had and it was such an intoxicating aroma. She had made her way inside my pants and was grabbing my throbbing cock and her hands felt so good around it, they are small hands but were working my dick extremely good, I almost came but all the sudden we heard people approaching so we had to get back to kissing, and more and more people started walking around so we decided not to take it further that day.

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We laid all over pillows for some time and just try to get back on earth. I knew girls are not quite satisfied yet. I stand up and went to the shower. I left the hot water to flow over my body, closed my eyes and simply enjoy. I heard nothing as water passed my ears and at some moment I felt someone touching me.

I felt it was women’s hand and I did not care which ones so I just stay there and let her do with me whatever she wants. Touches were known to me to good so I was sure it was Jane. She took a soap and washed me slow and gently. I truly liked that feeling.

Her hands travel over my body down to my dick. She washed it so carefully like it would be made from glass and her lips kissed its head gently like kissing a butterfly.

Her hands moved slowly while tongue was making circles just at heads start. Sucking and licking made it harder and harder until it was hard and ready for some hot and wet pussy.

I opened eyes and I saw Jane was the one that was playing with me. We had enough of other bodies, we just want to feel each other.

I pulled Jane to stand up and lift her hands up to a shower head, took a soap and start to wash her.

I pressed my body against her and we enjoyed close to each other, enjoyed in that skin to skin contact, enjoyed in that simple fact we are together.

We were breathing slow, relaxed. I felt hard standing nipples and soft skin of a gorgeous girl pressing against my body, I felt that need of us being together in that moment.

We did not talk at all. The sound of water flow was the music for our ears. Jane lower her hands and put them around on my back and I did the same with mine.

We stand there like that when Li stepped in. She came to us and kissed me.

“Please Li, I want to be with my girl, ” I said gently and she kissed me, took a towel and left the bathroom.

“Thank you!” said Jane in gave me a deep kiss.

My hands found its resting point on Janes’ buttocks. They did fit so perfect on that rounded part…

We were one. One body, one arm, one great feeling. ONE.

We washed each other and without being wiped Jane took my hand and guide me to our bedroom. I saw in a living room that Li and Helen really worked hard on Peter while Rosie played with self-holding dildo. Usually, I would tend to join but this time I just want to be with Jane.

She locked the room door as we entered to guaranty us to be uninterrupted.

“I want you to be just mine and I’ll be just yours,” said Jane and hug me.

I kissed her like I would kiss her first tuzla escort time.

“I will love you, ” I said, “I’ll give you all the love you need, dear!”

Jane moved back and laid on her back and I started to kiss her belly and went upper over her breasts. I touched her gently, as gently as possible.

“I like playing with your boobs! They fit my hands perfectly!”

“You can play as much as you like! Lick them, suck them! You can do whatever you want!”

“And your pussy, your pussy is like best cake!” I added and gently licked her over pussy entry and clit.

I was eating her wet pink pussy while she played with her boobs and nipples. I started to finger fuck her.

“Yeah, you are amazing! You lick me so good! Eat my pussy! “

“I like your wet pussy taste! I’ll torture you until you cum!”

Saying that I add another finger and start to stretch her flower.

I moved to her head and whisper into her ear, “I’ll fuck you so strong you will remember for life!”

“Yes, I’m all yours! Fuck my pussy! Tear it with your dick or fuck my ass! Whatever you want!”

I licked her and fucked her like this.. slowly but with power. My hand was totally wet.

“Girl you are so wet!”

“You made me be!” she said and put her arm on my hairs.

A added finger by finger and at some point, I made a fist and push it into like hell horny pussy.

“Ahhhhhh! Yes! That feels so good! Stretch me! Ahhh!”

I moved my fist slowly, in and out.

“Aaaaaa! Hmmmmm!” moaned Jane from the joy she had.

Every move I made produced her a joy, a lot of joy. I watched how her pink skin is stretched but with so much wet fucking her like that was easy.

“Yes more! More! More! Moooooore!” was coming from the other bed’s side.

So I pushed a little more. while kept licking her clit… and that was all that she needed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes, yes! Do that to me! Yes!”

She screamed when orgasm flowed through her vanes and squeezed pussy so strong I was not able to move my hand anymore. I knew that scream good from the past already.

I knew she needs some pause so I was just still. Slowly I moved my hand out from here still shaking body.

With my dick so hard I could braking nuts with it I stand up and I took a bottle of wine that was there from I don’t know when.I took a long sip to final passed it to her.

“That was great! You have taken a good care of me!” said Jane, “Good care for us, me and my pussy!”

“I like taking care this way!” I whispered tuzla escort bayan in her ear.

She pushed me away so I finished on my back.

She set herself over me in one of ours favourite 69 positions. We like it both as she can jerk and suck my dick while I can enjoy the view on her ass and play with her pussy.

Just like I fucked her slow before she jerked my dick slowly, following her hand with her mouth. I felt the heat of her mouth, her tongue on my dicks head.

She took it deep almost to my balls.

“Girl you must be a whore in past life! You suck my dick so good!”

She moved a little lower and put my dick between her breasts and used them to jerk it.

“Ahh, girl! That feels good!”

She moved even lower and my dick found its position between her legs just at pussy entry. She starts to rub her clit and cunt on my stone hard dick.

“What about that? How does that feel? “

“Baby, that feel is excellent! Look how wet you are! My dick is all wet from your juice!”

She continued rubbing her when I just little pushed it in front to make it slid in her pussy.

“Ahh..” she said when dick slid into her flower and when she set herself upright dick slid into down to my balls.

Her tight pussy hugged my dick and she moved up until it almost falls out. Slow up and slow down. Amazing feeling for both of us.

Her hand found its position on her clit and her fingers played with it.

“Ahh! Yes! Fill me!”

I hold her buttocks and help at lifting up. Amazing feeling she made even better when she turned on a side. so I could reach both her breasts and her buttocks.

I took over playing with clit while she moved her hand back to her ass. I watched how her finger slid in her gorgeous ass. I knew that way she will not need long until she would finish. But I wanted to last more.

“Slow down, sweetie, take a rest a little!” I said when I saw her to be close to finish.

She stopped moving and just sat there with my dick deep in her flaming pussy. I felt she continue to play with her ass by moving her finger in and out.

“You like your ass to be filled more those days, ” I said and watched moving of her hand.

“Yes, makes me feel so good!”

“Turn around and show me! Let me see how you do that!”

She raised from my dick and reposition her ass just in front of my eyes and kept fucking her ass with her finger.

“You see good now?” she asked smiling and add a finger to her ass.

“I like that view sweetie! I like that view a lot!”

“Now escort tuzla you do that to me!” she ordered and moved her arm away from her ass.

I licked her pussy in that position and start to fuck her ass with two fingers.

“Ahhh!Uhhh!” she moaned all the time.

From somewhere she got the black dildo and start to push it into her pussy. I felt how it was stretching it and that makes me want to fuck her even more.

I stopped licking her and gently pushed her down to my dick.

“Look at me!” I said and she turned to me.

My hand travelled to her clit and played with it.

“I like that black-white combination, that black dildo in your white pussy!”

“Me too! But I like something even more!” she said and start to move her ass over my dick.

“Take it!” I said and lifted my heaps.

She watched me and pushed her ass on my dick.

“Ahh! Fuck! Every time you stretch me so good! Ahh! Can’t play anymore! Take my dildo dear! “

She moved her hands on my ankles and I reached for a dildo. Then she started her wild dance that in past days she danced so many times.

My dick travel in and out from her ass and very reentering brings me closer and closer to my finish. I pushed dildo stronger and in total sync with her moves on my dick but the opposite. When she lifted from dick I pushed dildo deep in her pussy and took it out when my dick went deep into her ass.

“Oh, like you would have to dicks! Good! Good! Fuck me more!”

Her moves become faster and I followed them by fucking her pussy same speed.

“Yes! Ride my dick! Ride like crazy! Fuuuuuck me!”

And she did. She moved her heaps front and back so fast I was not able to follow her with dildo anymore. I was really close when she changed moves back to up down over whole dick. From head to balls.

“Can’t hold it! I’ll cum! I’ll fill that ass of yours! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeees!”

And I did. I filled her ass and she continues to move until she finished also. A few minutes later we were still both catching the breath from the amazing finish we had.

“I never fucked your ass so much as this week! Great week!”

“I need it to be filled now and then!” she smiled back to me.

We fucked almost the whole night. When morning came I left bedroom first. My dick was in pain from all that sex, from her tight ass and pussy.

Rosie was laying on pillows with her legs still wide open and I bet her pussy was still wet. Our guests were not there anymore. Just a paper with short notice.

“Thanks!” and their names and phone numbers under that.

I knew we will never meet again. We packed later and left the house. We never talked about that week neither repeat anything. It was just our sweet secret… until now. 🙂

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We are in the back seat of the car, leaving the airport and making our way back to your hotel. I am physically tired after the long trip, but even that can’t slow my pounding heart, mind racing at the thought of feeling you after being apart for more than two months. For two people who crave each other so much in every way, the time apart has been difficult. I love our sexy messages, knowing that even from the other side of the world I can turn you on makes me hot. But all that anticipation has me ready to boil over like a pot on a long, slow simmer.

I reach over and place my hand on your thigh and feel the desire rising off you like heat hovering above the asphalt on a sweltering day. Your cock is a monument to how long you have waited, and can no longer stand by idly. You try to avert your eyes from me, next to you now, inches away from the length of your body. You try not to notice the way my skin is glistening with sweat, or the glow of my tan…. You try not to fixate on the valley between my breasts, featured so perfectly by the v neck resting lazily there where you want your mouth… Or the peek-a-boo mesh of the light weight fabric, perfect for the heat and for teasing you to the brink with the hint of what lies beneath….

My hand squeezes your thigh and you murmur something about “not now” in an unconvincing manner, having given up resistance without really trying. I lean in and kiss your cheek suggestively, lingering for you to savor the scent of me, my hair tumbling across my face, silky against you… You reach up to run your hand through it and resist the urge to pull me forcefully to you, holding me by those long locks of chestnut tinged with natural highlights from the sun… Instead you stroke it gently and whisper in my ear in a punctuated manner, “I am going to take you back to my room, and pin you to the wall… And I am going to fuck you right there, standing at the door…”

We bursa escort arrive at the hotel filled with urgency to feel and taste and touch each other… You motion a bellman to pick up the bags and place your arm around my waist, pulling me along side you with out wasting one second. Alone inside the elevator we are inseparable, burning as we touch and feel and taste each other, hands roaming, mouths connected as one, hearts pounding at the thought that someone could interrupt us at any moment.

As we make our way to the room, I can already feel the wetness between my legs, am dying to feel you there where I have not felt you in so long. I am beyond clear thought, dizzy with desire for you, to hold you, to feel you, to have you inside me in every possible way. Despite the number of times I have thought through this scene, told myself to practice restraint, we have an entire week to be one… I can not hold back.

We stumble inside the room, nearly drunk with lust for each other, and as promised you pin me forcefully to the wall. The weight of your entire body leaning against me is the most delicious sensation, torturing my nipples with the pressure of your chest against me. You rip the flimsy little shirt from my body, you must see those breasts, hold them in your hands, ravage them with your mouth… And there’s a knock at the door, “Bellman here…”

You dispatch the bellman as quickly as possible, trying not to give any hint that behind the partially opened door I stand nearly naked, breathing heavily and eating you alive with my eyes.

You return to me, seconds feeling like hours. More impatient now than ever you are done with clothes — you grab the side of my flowing skirt and tug it upwards, your hands grabbing greedily at my thighs… finding where I am waiting for you, wet already. Your fingers find their way inside my thong, stroking the silky, soft skin. You want bursa escort bayan to dive into my wetness, flowing in anticipation. Your mouth devours my breasts and nipples. I gasp in pleasure at the sensations of your hands and mouth on me, and you begin to kiss your way lower, tracing a path down the flat terrain of my belly, lower, making me pant as you approach my thighs, lower… until your mouth finds the place where your fingers have already opened me.

You sigh out loud as you taste my pussy, soft, smooth, wet… You lick me, lapping me up as if you have found water in the desert. You are feasting on my bare pussy, marked by a dark narrow patch of hair, eating me just as you have imagined, touching me like you’ve never been there… Finding every inch of me newly, exploring, tasting, touching until I can not wait a moment longer and I pull you back up to me. We kiss deeply, hungrily, tasting myself on your mouth I whisper in your ear, “I want you inside me now, I need to feel your cock inside me.”

I deftly drop your shorts to the floor and free your cock, stroking it wantonly in my hand. I want you inside me in the worst way, but there, pinned between you and the wall, feeling your swollen cock in my hand… I must first taste you. I drop to my knees in front of you and swallow you deeply. My god I’ve missed tasting you, feeling your hardness in my mouth. I slurp you greedily, pumping one hand the length of your thick shaft while the other massages your balls. My mouth surrounds your head with such attention, my tongue teasing the delicate underside while my hands are stroking you to the brink of exploding… And at that moment I extract myself from you. I stand to face you, kissing you deeply for you to taste the sex on my mouth.

You are driven, you must find release. You yank my skirt and thong down in one swift movement. The sight of me naked before you is enough to make you escort bursa pause, if just for a moment, while you soak up the body you have fantasized over all these weeks. You raise my hands overhead, pressing your legs between mine, kicking one foot out to the side to spread my legs widely… You thrust your rock hard cock into me so deeply I gasp, and as promised you proceed to fuck me right there, at the hotel room door, with me pinned against the wall.

My head is spinning, your body slamming mine, the room punctuated by the sounds of our frenzied moans. I lift a leg, wrapping it around your waist to both angle you more deeply inside me and feel you rub my clit with every wall thumping stroke into me. The sensations are overwhelming; I am beyond thought, my body has taken over. My hands dig into your shoulders, clawing at you. You drop your head to my breast, biting at my nipple in a way I can not sustain for long. “Oh my god, you are going to make me cum like that! I want to get on top of you,” I tell you.

You lay down right there and I am on top of you, impaled by the length of your cock, soaking you with my wetness, riding you, feeling you fill me completely, stroking my clit, pumping my pussy, pinching my nipples… until I can’t hold back and I throw my head back, arching my back forward as my entire body shakes in orgasm. Hearing my screams, feeling my pussy pulsating tightly around you has you ready to cum despite your every desire to draw out the pleasure even longer… And you watch me letting go, see your hands on my breasts, my brown nipples hard between your finger tips, my body yours… and you can’t stop, the orgasm is coming from deep, deep, and you let go, shouting, moaning, grabbing my hips, pulling me down harder and harder on your cock as your cum shoots deep inside me, over and over, filling me, feeling me clench you tightly as we shake together, moaning, panting, tingling, sweat dripping, as I collapse onto your chest, still one with you, trying just to catch my breath, my entire body still in orgasm, quivering, gently shaking now in your arms. Complete, satiated, you are still inside me as we nod off gently.

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When I met her she was just 15, but now my younger brother’s girlfriend is about to turn 20 and just damn. I guess having her around much more since she and John moved in is just making my mind race into some deeply dirty circles. Her name is Elise and none of this was premeditated, I swear. Forgive me John but your girlfriend, although you know is not my type, has something brewing in me that is yearning for her. I suppose it could be my loneliness.

She’s not hideous, just about 5″4′ and built thick, with a bubble butt I can’t seem to take my eyes off of. Her breasts? I suppose they’re about Ds, I don’t really know. Her eyes that bore into me… they’re a grey green, very intense. She must know something is going on with me, how couldn’t she? I try to keep her talking when the purpose of our conversations seems to dead end. Here I am thinking about her once again. Shit.

Today is a beautiful warm July day; I’ve got two hours before work. Suppose I should make some lunch. Maybe some… I think to myself when I hear the shower cut on. Elise is up, I smile inwardly. Maybe I should ask her if she’d like some lasagna. I make my way upstairs to her and John’s room, continue in and knock on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” She calls out.

“Hey sorry to interrupt your shower Elise but I was wondering if I should make enough lasagna for two or just myself?” I ask.

“Um could you make the whole box and we’ll just eat the leftovers for dinner?” Elise seems to almost plead.

“Yeah I suppose, yeah that’s fine.” I answer bursa escort in return.

With the lasagna basically done being put together I hear her marching down the stairs. I was about to sprinkle the last bit of cheese on top when I heard her stub something, probably her toe on the banister. “FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Elise goes on shouting.

Laughing mostly to myself I throw the cheese onto the lasagna and put it in the oven, set the timer and am done with it. Elise hops into the kitchen in a towel to my surprise, holding onto her big toe and trying to keep the towel covering her modesty.

“John left my basket of clothes in the garage but brought his in. Your fucking brother sucks.” She laughs as well as I. “I don’t think he planned on you stubbing your toe to get it.” I muttered out. “Shut up Evan.” She giggled and smacked my arm.

“Don’t start that up again, I’ll hit you back.” I tried to reason with her.

“Oh no, please Evan nooo, don’t hit me…”she says in mock sarcasm”…I can take a tap or two, just not from a fucking stair post.” She sticks her tongue out.

This triggers something in me to go around the island and tickle her.

“Oh yeah? Can you handle this?”

“Evan stop!” She pleads through the laughing seizure I seem to be causing.

“Never!!” I boast out.

She is pinned against the kitchen floor when she wiggled her way from beneath me and out of her towel. I hadn’t realized till I stood up and my mind had slowed everything down. Her face became full of shock, her eyes widening bursa escort bayan beyond belief, her arms beginning to cover places only my brother should see. But it was too late; at this moment I’d seen almost every thing, except her pussy. She’d turned around before I had gotten down to it. Instead I see her gloriously round booty, still slightly damp and shiny from her shower. I now want to get on my knees and kiss and nibble all over it but her voice breaks me out of my daze.

“Evan, please tell me you didn’t see anything.”

“Not a thing, other than your eyes going huge so I figured you’d dropped your towel. I’m facing the sink by the way.” I fib as I toss the towel slightly behind her.

“Oh thank God!” She shrieks and bends over to grab the towel that was kind of between her legs. There it is, her pussy; the lips are bare and that’s all I can really tell, no inner lips hanging out and it was very wet as well. Her little brown eye seems very tight; an anal virgin? God, why God? She’s so scrumptious. I now do a 180 before she notices I’m really looking.

“I’m going to get changed in the garage so don’t come out there.” Elise said sternly.

Leaving the kitchen once I hear the garage door close, I make my way up the stairs to my room and into my bathroom. I unzip my pants because the tightness of them is killing my prick. I lotion my right hand on up and get down to business. Stroking my cock up and down, throwing in some twisting every once in a while at the head. I start imagining what it would be like to just escort bursa get a hand job from Elise.

Maybe she’d sneak into my room one night when John was out of town and into my bed, whip the covers down to see I slept naked and she would spit into her hand quietly and start stroking my cock. “Yeah that’s right, mmmm, stroke my dick.” I mumble to myself while thinking of her doing so. She’d pick up speed and slow down when I’d stir to try and not wake me.

“Oh God…” She’d get up the nerve to just lick the head while her hand slid up and down my shaft. And… and… right as I’m about to cum she starts to rub lightly on my balls and puts her lips around the head of my cock catching my load in her mouth. I imagine all this as I cum into the toilet. “Ah! Yeah! Fuck!” I accidentally grunted out.

Once I catch my breath I make my way down stairs back towards the kitchen when I hear the living room TV click on.

“You want to watch part of a movie with me before you head out to work?” Elise asks me.

“Sure, whatever you wants fine by the way.” I yelled back and then thought, “Especially after that little peep show you gave me”.

Not too long after the lasagna is cooked to perfection, I bring in two bowls of the good stuff and as I’m making my way back to the kitchen I see her open the DVD player; to my horror one of my pornos is in there but I continue on my way in hopes she’ll just toss it some where and put her movie in. As I am on the way back into the living room I see she’s playing the disc; there is a man on a packed subway car touching ladies in skirts and they aren’t doing anything about it.

“Evan, what’s this video in the player about?” She yelled not knowing I was basically behind her now; with an erection growing.

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