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195 The boy.195 The boy.Well in 1959 he was 13, hormone’s ramping, lived in a 2 up 2 down terrace in a seaside town, father a baker`s rounds-man, mother having died at his birth, step mother, older than most mums and thought in the greater family to be frigid, not a sexual soul, father always deprived. Not that she was not a loving wife and mother, kept the home well, cleaned within an inch of its life, wonderful with the little money in the house, a great cook, and an all-round good wife generally, just with his dad a non-sexual lady. Perhaps with an adult male she felt threatened, who knows.She, that’s his stepmother, thin, 5foot 7, sandy haired and despite her sexual indifference to his father, which of course he neither knew about or understood. She was never one to hide her-self from the boy, realising he was sexually curious, although, then he didn’t understand the signs, now he recognises them he wonders if he had been more worldly-wise perhaps would it have done him more good.In the early 60s in that town, young boys played with boys and girls with girls, never the twain to meet and life was very different.Contact with the opposite sex was infrequent, in fact in the boy`s life, like a lot of lads, it was non-existent. He knew there was physical differences, mostly from his classmates at the all boy`s school he attended, which incidentally, did not at the time teach sex educational subjects. Everyone of course knew about tits, well they were obvious sticking out from women`s chests, a bit hard to miss even for the dumbest, but between the legs or internally, now that was different!Nothing was ever mentioned in the family and he, being an `only c***d,’ he was curious, but with no sister to spy on, nor cousins of the right age-group, the two aunts were prissy to say the least, so in reality, well that just left the step mother and he knew it was not going to be easy but he desperately wished to know all about this sex thing, and he didn’t want to upset the family applecart.So, how to go about it, as I said she had never been one to hide herself from him, oh not nakedness, no that would have been too much, but underclothes, that was acceptable and changing dress or petticoat in front of the lad was normal, and as only the living room was ever heated it was much more convenient during the colder months. But don’t go off with the idea of flimsy, dainty wisps of lace, we are talking big thick silky elastic rimmed granny knickers some with elastic round the legs as well! Sometimes later it was those white short legged style panties for a change. Vests in `airtex’ pink or white, soft and figure hugging, clinging to her breasts hanging, round and full, not huge but unbrassiered for the most though occasionally encased for special outings in a tidy white and stiff cupped bra. Then of course there was the girdle, for stockings to even go out to the local shop were normal, either a rubber roll on thing, or more likely the sort that had a line of hooks on the left hip, 6 or 8 suspender straps hanging, nylons rolled up the length of the thin not overly shapely legs the seams always perfect up the leg back, tops clipped to the short rubbery suspenders.He would sit with a book in his dad`s old chair, reading, and she would sit at the table in front of the fire and the boy rolling up a stocking lifting her foot to her chair edge to slip the toe of the stocking over her toe, all very safe with the older elastic legged knickers, as the knickers wouldn’t gape round the lifted leg, but luckily and probably without thinking she had started wearing the `shorts’ style ones.His eyes strayed from the page of his book and for perhaps 3 full seconds her sexual area was in sight, not fully, but just enough to interest the lad.Her nylon cladding slithering up the leg as the leg straightened, then the foot returned to the floor, the loose top of the stocking left at the knee. He realised she was still oblivious to the exposure and going to slip the second stocking into place, this one the one nearest him, rolling the thin materiel into a doughnut in her hand, then up went the foot, this time he was ready, eyes glued to the top of her leg, waiting expectantly for the glimpse of her hidden sex.He is rewarded by the expected gap appearing as he expected, there the crinkly soft pink lips, hidden, secret, that place he had so desired to see. He became aware she had stopped moving, the nylon over the toe, he looked up, her eyes met his, she had realised where his gaze lay, he coloured up, expectant of harsh words, but to his surprise nothing came, she just eyed him silently, sitting like a statue, waiting, though he was loath to drop his eyes back to her hidden sex. She waited perhaps 10 long seconds, then as if she realised he had not the bravado to look more. The moment over, she continued with dressing no words having been uttered.Weeks passed, she dresses each day, slipping her dress over the underclothes as normal, in front of the fire but stockings were slipped kırklareli escort on in the toilet, these old houses didn’t run to a bathroom.Frustration boiled in the boy, even images of his teacher, a big tweedy older chunky lass, accompanied his erotic dreams, he had learnt how to wank, his thin 4 or 5inch stiffy, spitting at first small-amounts, tissues catching the seed such as it was. Soon he was working on himself twice, or three times a day, eager to enjoy the climax, that enormous scramble of emotions that the male so enjoys.Christmas came and went, his body slowly filling out as muscles developing, and his strength built since he learnt to swim at 10 and he had now joined the school team. His 14th birthday came and went too, still he had not unravelled the mysteries of a woman`s body, a glimpse of mother`s lips, crinkly bits not as clear as he desperately needed and lasting perhaps 10 long seconds in total was just not enough. He needed more, April passed and May began, his father had a holiday booked, early perhaps but it was a case of all the bakery men wanted holidays, and to make it fair some had early some at the end of the summer and some in the height of summer the, next year they all moved on one block, this year it was their turn for the early spring. His Dad had hired a camper, a tiny little 4 seat Bedford van, known as a dormobile, each year of late, they had done the same, the tiny cramped van taking them to a different area of the country, to explore, pre-planned to the tiniest degree they would set off, dad driving of course, his mum in the back, cook, bottle washer and hostess and the boy learning to navigate from a map sat proudly in the front. This year it was the lake district, 300 plus miles away. All roads at the time heavily used and all Just A class roads of course, no motorways then, sleeping overnight, at the end of a long day, in a lay-bye near Derby. 195 miles over these old roads, in a van with a top speed of perhaps 50mph, those dizzy speeds only hit occasionally, and heavy traffic through towns ensured that the early start and late finish were hard going. Dad and the boy took to the trees for a last pee before turning in, discretely leaving mother the privacy of the van to use the bucket, the only toilet in the little van, and to dress, by the time they returned she was fully dressed for bed.Disappointed, as he had been hopeful in these cramped conditions, the boy climbed up into his bed, a stretcher style contraption, up in a canvas roof tent above the two single beds made of folded down seats occupied by his parents, the van rocking to the wind of passing traffic as it rushed past. Father exhausted, soon rocked to sleep, snoring peacefully below him, mother on the other side, in full view of the lad, warm she had thrown back her bedding, her winceyette nighty allowing the lad a view of her left breast as the neck was particularly wide, the nipple darker than the flesh, as the passing headlights illuminated the curtained van. He couldn’t resist taking himself in his hand, she turned her head, watching him, exchanging eye contact as before, impassive, silent and as dad snored on, she slowly almost imperceptibly eased down the top of the nightdress allowing him full view of both breasts. He spewed seed onto the sleeping bag in quantity, groaning as he did, a fleeting smile flitted across her face, and she slid the nightdress back and turned away in one slick movement. Tired they were all soon asleep.Stiffly father rose in the dawn light, desperately struggled from his unfamiliar sleeping bag and disturbing the sleeping family as he got out for a pee, the boy still pretending to slumber as he heard his mother too filling the plastic bucket once more, he was in no position to observe as he would have liked or he knew she would have him down and out of the warm sleeping bag if he moved. When father returned mother had the kettle on. They were soon on the road once more, the remaining journey over the old A6 took most of the day, not so much slowing them because of the town traffic now, but the hills, the trucks of the day making heavy and slow going of the long gradients, and chances of passing them being infrequent. It was late afternoon when they arrived, a campsite at a place called Wastwater, up a remote valley, open moorland, surrounded by high fells, a narrow beach and the huge open lake, no facilities, just sheep, scrubland, grass and a small farm a good half mile away, where they paid for two nights and obtained water and milk, there were few folks around this early in the season, just the hardier walkers during the day so they had the choice of level spots, the boy erecting a small tent, to ease things in the little motor.Privacy, now assured the brambles allowing mother to toilet herself out of the sight of the men, and of course visa-versa.The sun not granting them its presence that next day they sat in the van for a lot of the day playing cards, eating, reading, kırşehir escort generally collecting their energy from the long trip, and watching the rain run down the windows. After a satisfying meal, it was early to bed, and a long night of for the boy listening to the rain pattering on the thick canvas pup tent. Chance though to “pull the pud or bash the bishop” or whatever the phrase was, which ensured the boy getting off to deep sleep. They awoke to a bright spring day and after a late breakfast, with a pick-nick in a bag, off they went for what dad referred to, as a `stroll, along the shore line’. Some hours past and the sun became warm, a small hamlet came in sight, a small village with a shop, and a pub. Not big drinkers they had shandies, then a meal and surprisingly with it a second drink, refuelled they shopped for some odd supplies then began the treck back.Dad never a great walker, was soon left way behind, the younger fitter lad knowing the way from the trip out, leading the way, snapping away with his new little camera, , a birthday present. Mother always a fast walker, bustling along keeping up and soon leaving dad wandering along as he usually did far behind, her happy to be with the boy and to be photographed in the lovely scenery.They passed across what seemed to be an old meadow, the gate long open in the old dry-stone wall, mother passed through the gap The boy glanced back at his father, wandering along in the far distance, he would be a good few minutes before he caught them up. She then said she needed to pee, telling the lad to keep watch for walkers, she dropped her panties to her ankles, pulled her dress up at the back and squatted beside the wall, she began to stream, surprising the lad by peeing in his full sight. The jet spurting from under the all covering flowery dress, d****d over her knees. Again, that brief eye contact, but this time he dropped his eyes to the thin stream of urine, she sliding the dress back allowing him to see the mound between her legs, hairy but not excessively, the stream coming from below that, but still not a sight of the centre of his eager minds imagination. Moments past, the stream dried, his eyes never leaving the area as her right hand with a tissue from her handbag, wiped the last drips away, her left keeping the dress from getting in the wet.She was carefully ignoring his presence, it was as if she was totally alone, bending to draw the panties up her bare legs, raising the dress still more to settle the thing`s back in to place, his eyes watching carefully as those crinkled lips were covered once more, and the dress dropped back like the curtains closing on a play.Father appeared, strolling along not a care in the world, she by now stood up waiting for him and the lad again walking ahead. Perhaps to hide the stiffy he now had pushing out his shorts.That the lad in later life has a pee fetish as well as an interest in breast`s is perhaps not surprising. The holiday progressed, on the third day they moved camp, another farmers field, near Kendal this time, less remote, they did the visitor thing, shopping, sightseeing, two days and a move to a proper camp site near Windermere, this one with a washroom and a toilet. And to his amazement it was here that he had what he would rate as the “his best sighting yet!”Mother said that they all needed to bathe, apparently, according to her they all stank! He hadn’t noticed, but there he was male and less touchy on that subject! Dad went first, a strip wash in the rudimentary single sink wash room hut.When he returned he reported that there was no lock on the door, so she decided that the boy could accompany her to secure the door and probably to ensure that like all lads he didn’t scrimp on the wash behind the ears front, 14 year olds in her eyes being less scrupulous about washing!Loaded with clean clothes, wash bags and towels they walked to the wash-house, once in, she waited till he had scrubbed his body from top to bottom her back against the in-swinging door, her eyes never leaving his totally naked body. His involuntary errection causing him to redden as she silently watched and waited till he was clean and dry.He went to dress but she stopped him with a silent hand gesture, then telling him to “keep that door closed”, he took her place at the door his back against the wooden boards, wondering if he should face the door and allow her some privacy, though his brain screamed `NO’, she didn’t avert her eyes from your tool so now it`s her turn! The brain won! He stood and blatantly watched, she, no doubt knew he would!Her back to him she removed the dress, then the slip, bending to place them on the chair the only item of furniture in the place, bar a waste basket and a big old semi foxed mirror on the wall over the sink. Light in the place was supplied by a pair of small windows high on each of the end wall`s, it was the only illumination.Facing the sink, her back firmly towards him and the door. she escort bayan removed her vest, sliding it off over her head. Tossing it casually onto the chair, allowing him just a glimpse of the side of her breast, her eyes on the big old mirror watching him as he missed nothing of her body.Both knowing perhaps in their different-ways that the next few minutes would be a landmark in his young life.A sink full of cold-water (there was no hot supply) and the cool room speeding the wet soapy flannel which soon had her top lathered. She dropped her panties stepping from the flimsy items, leaving them on the floor to save bending and to preserve her dignity as long as she could, her legs opened, her back still to him. That flannel flashed between the legs, he could see her knuckles below the crutch as it slid back and forth. She twisted and the soapy flannel slid over her narrow buttocks, and her arse, She rinsed the flannel and refilled the sink. Then she asked him to wash her back which in the tiny hut he could do without moving from the door. She took the flannel rinsed it again then held it out to him once more, she whispered, “remove the soap.” His hand shook as he took the proffered cloth and then began at her back, then her buttocks, and legs, the door forgotten. That done she again took the flannel rinsed it and then returned it to him facing him completely, he instinctively stepped back against the door, scanning his eyes over her middle-aged body from breast to crutch and back. His mouth opened slightly and he was about to say something but her finger touched his lips, and she hissed that he “was not to tell anyone, ever!” he nodded, then washed down from her shoulders, first both arms, then realising there was no resistance, tentatively began on her right breast, she stood and waited as the cloth rinsed off all traces of soap, finishing at the nipple in a soft caress, then it was the turn of the other breast which he softly treated in the same way, a fleeting smile crossing her face as he lifted each in turn supposedly to work under the soft sack`s, more likely to feel the weight of them.Again, she took the flannel and rinsed it out, he soon rinsed the flat belly, flipped the flannel into the sink and took the big fluffy towel to dry the pieces so far finished again hefting the breasts once more to get access. Her eyes closed as a sign of her enjoyment of the lads cosseting.Then to his amazement she whispered that “he had best finish the job as she knew he desperately wanted too explore really!He swiftly collected the flannel once again, drained it then and ran it over her most precious hair covered mound, her eyes still stayed closed as with hands that trembled he slid it between her especially opened legs. He could not believe his luck, those crinkly lips soft trembling and warm just a damp flannel thickness away. He knelt down on the cold floor, threw the flannel at the sink, the pretence over and taking the towel once more he gently dried her, opening her slot of life, to dry her properly and perhaps get that all important sight of whatever was available. The folds caught his eye, the tiny hood, the mini penis shaped button, the lips, the smooth shiny pink inner skin, it was all mesmerising. After a while she tapped him on the shoulder, how long he had knelt there he had no idea, he stood kissed her on the lips, and thanked her, knowing or at least believing the whole experience had been a great sacrifice for her.His tool was now stiff as a ramrod, she leant forward and lightly touched the stiff fully skinned member and it instantly spat its seed at her, each spurt accompanied with a spring of the thing, drooping just a little between each ejection. three or four healthy gouts, and a dribble, again she smiled, then turned and began dressing in the fresh clothing she had in the bag, instinctively he knew it was over, throwing on his pants shorts and a vest, then waiting for her to become his mother once again.She collected the washing into the bag and said, “your dad will be wondering where we have got too,” and together they returned to the van, relieved to find his Dad asleep on the front seats, paper in hand, and his pipe cold, still in his mouth. His curiosity sated the rest of the holiday was tame throughout, they worked their way south, a day or two here, a day there, then a last longish drive to home from Windsor.The whole episode was as promised, never mentioned during the rest of her whole lifetime. Father never once having an inkling of his sons “enlightenment!” However, urinating being to her a most natural action, on a few occasions when they were out alone together, walking, or picnicking knowing or sensing his fetish, she would urinate in places that were discrete, but in his full view, smiling at him the while, as if to say, “remember?” When swimming, in the sea together knowing what a turn-on it was to him she would hold his hand to her swimsuit crutch as the warm pee flowed over his fingers out of sight of the folks around. He in turn would flutter his fingers against the suit stimulating the “crinkly bits” to her obvious joy, it was their secret.She`s gone now and he now an older man, married, curious of how, or even If, his lovely wife ever managed to educate his own son, he secretly hopes so.

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Whitewash High Ch.5The daylight sun broke the serene dream. An orgy of fit, firm, female bodies wrapped all over the young, virile white man. Black and yellow lips sucking, licking, caressing all over his muscular, dominant physique. It was only half a dream though as two of the women have already done the duty on multiple times. The third girl? Despite the crazy act, Nik was caught up dreaming about the Asian gym owner, literally.It was the first day of classes that came and hit the teacher like a blunt hammer. Of course hammers are blunt but it is the openness of what Michelle, Valerie and even the other black staff warned him about. He was the enemy, a white face in a sea of blackness. The only person who stood out through race was a lighter-skinned Goth girl who had to be mixed race. Everyone else looked like a normal mix of high school students: cheerleaders and jocks, nerds and otakus, fat and thin. The same could be said about their ability to listen to authority.“Good morning class. I’m your new history teacher, Mr. Knight. I’m sure we’ll all have a fun year if we do our best.”It was a corny opener but he figured it was best to go with corny than crack the whip at the start. Learn the lay of the land first before sending in the heavy guns.“What kind of history are you going to teach us, Mistah Cracka-man,” the Goth girl said in a mocking tone. “How your mom gets ganged by black guys for free?”It was a rough crowd but Nik kept his composure. Everyone laughed at the racial remark, as well as the jocks high fiving the comment.“This country’s history is what I’ll be teaching you. And if you’re going to talk shit like that, your mom must have lots of experience in that capacity as well,” he replied sternly, staring down the girl.She didn’t waver, staring right back for a solid moment without a reply. First day, first class, first minute, and Nik was in a psychological battle with a student. Neither broke eye contact until someone else throwing a paper ball called Nik’s attention away, a draw to start the battle over control of the classroom.The following class was no better, or the third, leaving Nik in an exhausted state leading into lunch. Walking into the staff room, a once vigorous body plopped on an open chair in embarrassment. “Rough day, huh?” one of the teachers said.“Yeah, should have expected it but it was worse than I thought.”“Any fights break out? Someone pull a knife?” Mrs. Latrell asked.“Nope, just a lot of noise, a lot of ignoring, and a lot of cracker…sorry, cracka comments.”“Last year the new guy had to handle two students shiving another. Gang stuff. It’s a good first day for you so far. I told you the other day, Mr. Knight, if you can get them to find London on a map it is a victory.”Nik shrugged as he opened up his lunch. Valerie had prepared it for him as a combination apology for not being around during the week, and romantic gesture for her man. It might have only been a simple sandwich but it was the thought that counted.“You know, there is a betting pool on you,” Mr. Léger said. “The most optimistic gives you two weeks.”“And the most pessimistic?” Nik asked before taking a bite.“End of today…not looking good so far is it?”The comment stung. Yes, the morning was hard, but he was not going to turn and run. This betting pool only hardened his resolve.“Not going to happen. I’ll survive that pool.”“We heard it all before,” he said, shrugging.Michelle walked in, heels clicking, and took her seat next to Nik.“My, Mr. Knight, you look beat. First day that hard for you?”Before he could answer, Mr. Léger interrupted. “Now if you looked like Mrs. Jackson here, maybe you’d be able to handle the year easier…or you might end up like the teacher from years ago.”“Huh? Way too much info at one time. What happened two years ago?” Nik asked in shock.“One of the female teachers became the school bicycle if you get my drift. Shame, really. We don’t get a lot of young, black female teachers. Guess the temptation was too much for her.”“Am I sitting here looking like an old hag,” Michelle commented with a huff.“You’re married, but don’t forget for a moment the boys don’t look at you,” Mr. Léger replied. Picking up his garbage, the man walked off. “For the record, I’ve got you at a week before bolting.”The lunch went by quickly, too quickly, uşak escort as Nik had to bow out early to go change. The afternoons were all gym periods. At the very least this should have been an easier time, and it was for about five minutes. The teacher figured an easy game of basketball would make the class go by smoothly, flatten out the wrinkles from earlier as some of the same students in his history class were also in his gym class.What he got was a trip to the emergency room. A bad block by a member of the basketball team led to another student getting a smack to the face. In turn a scuffle broke out, a knife was drawn out of nowhere, and Nik now had a long gash on his stomach from trying to disarm the student. After the cops arrived…they were on speed dial…he was in the back of an ambulance to the nearest hospital.X“Great first day…I’ve got a new nickname and I’ve been stabbed…guess Mrs. Latrell was an hour early in her belief it’d be a good day…” Nik commented to himself in the hospital examination room.If there was a perk of getting stabbed it was his rep went up. He could see the looks on some of the student’s faces that he was not just some showpiece, some affirmative-action hire. Despite the wound, the student was subdued single handedly and held down until the cops showed up. This was the jungle, the law of the jungle, and this crazy situation made a point of who was going to be the new king.Another benefit was seeing the look of concern on the faces of Michelle and Valerie. The other teachers poked their heads out in an act of boredom as this was not a rare situation. But he could see his two bitches wanted to say something more than a standard ‘are you okay’. “I want to be with you right now, Massa,” Michelle sent with a teary emoticon.“I knew you were a bull, taking care of that thug so easily,” Valerie posted with a wink.This was all in a group chat room Michelle setup for them right after the incident.“How would you enjoy two hot nurses taking care of your wounds, hero?” Michelle teased him.“I’d enjoy it very much if you two were the nurses. How is everything at school?”“Valerie is stuck in a meeting with the cops, and all the students were sent home early out of procedure. It happens a lot, Massa. You’ll have a meeting with them as well when you’re done at the hospital.”“I’m lucky I didn’t get stabbed fully. He was stronger than he looked and flailed that knife around like a machete.”“You’re the school’s white knight, saving all those students. They better be grateful. I know if I was 18 again, I’d show you how thankful I’d be.”As Nik texted away, the doctor finally arrived for the examination.“Got to go, babe. Doctor arrived.”She was gorgeous. The long, white doctor’s jacket floated over the biggest rack he saw. Brown skin teased the contrast of colors, and a pair of slender glasses gave off a sultry vixen mystique. It was obvious the woman was of Indian decent, especially the moment she talked. The accent just drove the virile man wild.“Mr. Knight is it?” she asked, smiling politely.Sitting down next to him on the chair, legs crossed to show off a bare thigh, male biology took over as a tent began to form in Nik’s pants.“That’s me, Dr…Dr?”“Rai. I’m going to need you to take your shirt off to examine that wound. It doesn’t look that bad for a tough guy like you but it’ll take some stiches, and we need to worry about possible infection.”Nik did as he was told, slowly taking the shirt off and being careful not to brush the wound. Touching it hurt, and he didn’t feel like experiencing anymore pain. The young teacher didn’t see it but Dr. Rai was licking her lips at the sight of chiseled abs being shown off. Her pussy lips couldn’t help get wet at the thought of working her healing touch on someone worth her time.“So you work at the local high school?” she asked, trying to act professional.“Yeah, first day too. Hoping it is not a trend.”“Oh? Call me lucky then. I was about to go off my shift and head home when I got the call to come see you. I don’t tend to see many patients like you.”The Indian doctor’s English was highly accented. She obviously had come over off the plane from India. Compassionate hands worked on cleaning the wound gently, while also allowing her the opportunity to run curious fingers over van escort his stomach. This was a moment that made her happy to be a doctor. So many patients were fat, out-of-shape, normal, but now she got to work on an Adonis.Dr. Rai had a kinky fantasy, one that involved her being the personal healer to a world class soldier. Combining a needy cunt that wanted to milk the man dry and her medical skills to keep him healed at full efficiency, what sexual woman wouldn’t want a job like that?“A little something for the pain,” she said, winking playfully.Next, she took out a staple gun. When Nik raised his arm to give her better room, those firm muscles moved around and put on a show for the hot doctor.“You must work out a lot to have a body like this?”“I try to go often but sometimes life tries and keeps me away…like this.”CLACK!“Well, it’s making my job quiet enjoyable right now,” she flirted.CLACK!“Seeing someone?” she continued“Kinda.”Kinda?”“It is a bit complicated to explain.”Dr. Rai got bolder, letting her free hand drop to his quad muscle to hold on for support. A large amount of cleavage was amply showing itself off, looking so delicious and squeezable. They were like udders, begging to be sucked for delicious milk. Nik immediately stared down the glorious abyss and started popping a bigger hard on.“I always have this effect on a lot of my patients, but you’re the only one to reciprocate the feeling,” she commented and pointed down.Her crotch was wet, so wet it bled through her tight skirt. Teasing the hot, white stud she lifted the skirt up slowly, wanting to make him hurt in a good way. The pants looked too tight for the python growing quickly.“I’d be a bad doctor if I didn’t take care of all your pain.”Putting down the staple gun, Dr. Rai snuggled up to Nik on the table. A finger ran over the bulge, tormenting it like a rat in a cage. Nik tried to reciprocate the affection but got a playful slap on his hand.“No, I’m still on duty, stud. I can’t let anyone know what I’m about to do.”The zipper came down slowly. A hand slithered inside to get more intimate with the white python, teasing it through the underwear now. Nik did as he was told; only keeping an arm around her waist to help support the ravishing doctor.“This cock is so huge. Your girlfriend must worship you like a god.”Soft cheeks caressed the man’s face. No kisses were produced but the eroticism just kept making the man grow bigger. The forbidden, taboo place helped tremendously. By the time Dr. Rai pulled out his massive piece of fuckmeat it was hard as a rock and ready to blow.She still used only one hand. Slow, soft strokes slid from base to tip. Fingers sailed along the skin, caressing it, worshiping it, pampering it. It was a new sensation. Nik was always used to being in control, having to be in control. All the girls he was ever with, before this increasing harem, couldn’t seduce an incubus. He had to do all the work, all the advances, all the moves. But this woman showed a long forgotten feminine art.He wanted so badly to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her, but every time lips shot forward to sneak a kiss she smiled as she pulled away just enough to escape the touch. It was a calculated escape, one meant to continue the erotic flirtation, the hope, rather than stop the person cold. Every time she escaped by a centimeter she’d always lean back in, an erotic game of cat and mouse.“You’re going to cum for me big boy? Going to splatter all your seed into my hand like a naughty boy?” she whispered into his ear.“Fuck, this feel so good. I’m going to blow so soon.”“Gush in my hand. Show me what your girlfriend gets to eat every day. I could always use another shot of protein to keep me strong for when I save lives.”Finally the naughty doctor gave me a kiss. Their lips met, fireworks exploded, and a hydrant of cum exploded into her hand. She cupped it in a way to keep a lot of the sperm safe, but there was so much some still found a way to pour onto the floor, leaking through thin fingers. The kiss was simple, soft, tender, and only for a second. It was the ultimate slow burn of eroticism. The shudder from cumming left Nik dazed but euphoric, as if he were high on d**gs.With a calm, cool demeanor, Dr. Rai licked the sperm from her hand as if she were a cat, escort bayan never breaking eye contact with the white hunk she just jerked off in the examination room. A long tongue stuck out to slurp up the delicious seed, and it took all her willpower to not push him over and ride him dry like white studs should be rode.“Don’t do anything very strenuous and that wound will heal in a week. I’ll book a follow-up appointment to make sure it is healed completely.” She took a card from her jacket and handed it to Nik. Her cell number was on it. “I’ll make it a private session so I can give you a physical as well, big guy.”On the drive back home, Nik was smiling like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. Two black bitches were at home deeply in love with him, an Asian sensation that was one street away from being a stalker, and now a hot, doctor of Kama Sutra. A knife wound was more than ample compensation to the cosmos for hitting the royal flush.XThanks to school ending early because of the knifing incident, Michelle took the opportunity to drive across town to grab some personal belongings for her work apartment. The lusty vixen wanted to take good care of her man tonight, dote on him like a faithful wife. Thoughts of what to wear, what to cook, what to watch or do were thought up, discarded, rethought and so on. It felt good to Michelle. With her husband, none of this thought was put into anything. It was all going through the motions. She honestly hoped whatever she eventually decided to do would make Nik happy, and would make her sad if he was disappointed.The moment she opened the door voices pierced her ear drum. The sounds of moans and groans came from the upstairs bedroom. She thought it was some tramp he brought home to get his jollies with, not that she cared, but then something about the voices peaked her curiosity.“Your ass is too loose. Have you been cheating on me?” the masculine voice said through powerful grunts. “Or have you been using your toys too much since I’ve been away on business?”Each step closer to the pornographic sounds helped clue her into what was actually going on. Camera out, and with as much stealth as her powerful frame would allow, Michelle slowly opened the door to the bedroom to peek inside and record the festivities.“You better not be cheating on me, boy, or I’ll keep my fat cock away from you for a week. I know you’ll be hurting like a d**g addict for my white cock.”Both of their backs were turned to the door but it was obvious what was happening. Michelle’s husband was taking it from behind, hard, from a giant white cock that would put porn stars to shame. She did not know who the guy was but he had that stereotypical swimmer body a lot of gay men have in the movie biz.The camera recorded everything. Every slur, every moan, every call out to pound his twink ass harder, was caught in HD. Just like a ninja she escaped from the carnal scene, making a beeline to her car to get away without hubby finding out she knew.Michelle didn’t care her husband was gay. It was actually a relief to her. Their marriage was a sham, and even though she cheated constantly it’d have still hurt her female pride if he had done the same. How could she be mad when he wasn’t even sexually attracted to women?Nik questioned why the two of them never did it, ever. All she could say was a marriage of convenience, a financial benefit to both parties. But this was not Europe circa 1150. This was not a political alliance between countries. It all made sense now, even the moments when she clearly knew he heard her racially provocative pornos. How could he get mad at her when he enjoyed the same treatment? Why would he want to fuck her when he was gay?But cheating came with risks. Michelle became used to the posh life her husband provided, all at the cost of playing an escort once or twice a month. If he knew, or cared, about her exploits then it’d be an easy divorce and she’d have to get used to a teacher’s salary. Looking at the couple minutes of footage again, lips pursed in happiness. He now had more to lose than her if this became known to his bosses.Laughter filled the car before the engine restarted. Driving off, her original plans now changed, thoughts of celebrating came to the forefront. The car drove straight to an expensive restaurant, one that Nik said he always wanted to try, and flashed the platinum card. Two birds with one stone. A fabulous meal to help cheer up her Massa, and a celebration of her long-term financial security. It was going to be a great night after a worrisome day.

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The PromI was 18. No date for the prom. My Mom suggested that I wear my sisters prom dress and ask my brothers friend G. from college to take me. “Mom.I dont wear a dress and I aint no gay”Mom “I know butt I bet you can have alot of fun..Beats sitting home alone playing video games. Beats watching TG porn which I found on your computer.”“Mom”Mom was so right.I always liked my long hair and made it look girly at times.I thought it over for a few days and told her yes. She soon had me all dolled up..Shaved all over and yes Mom shaved my sac and butthole area. I got a boner as she held my sac. She smiled and said how cute my little 3 inches sinop escort was and what a purrfect wife I wood be for some young lucky man. “Mom..Its only one night”. The preparation was long and tedious.Butt so much fun & excitement.We went shopping for girls clothes for me and lingerie etc..I picked out a cute pink tiered skirt with black edges & a near matching frilly blouse. This was getting better.G. came over while I was in this sexy outfit and I asked him to take me to the prom. He said yes and said I looked pretty. It was my first big girl blush.I also batted my eye lashes at him.I was wearing girls clothes şırnak escort 24/7 now and skipped alot of school.G. and me agreed to date a few times before the prom to kinda feel each other out.The 3rd date we went to the mall & I asked him to go into VS with me.I bought a matching black lacey bra & panties set.He said softly,”Your gonna look so sexy in this VS set. “. He kissed me on the cheek in front of the salesgirl. We left VS holding hands & walked slowly to his car.That night he took me to meet his mother whom was delighted and had no clue.His Mom went to bed so we watched TV sitting on the love seat {How appropriate}. escort bayan Well he puts his arm around me and I just naturally snuggled into him.I had never been with a female. I had sucked some cocks in HS. I got a hard on in the boys shower more than once looking at other guys cocks..They called me a faggot so I went alone to the shower or skipped the shower.G. leaned into me and I said to myself..get ready to kiss another guy.You know what it was really nice & sweet. I kissed him back with lust passion & love.I was just like a girl in my pink skirt & make up.I sure looked like a hot girl. I was feeling like a girl. I think G. wood agree. He had his hand up my skirt heading for home.I softly stopped his hand..”Please G. Can we wait a little bit.?”He kept rubbing my leg up my skirt and I was so hot. I pulled my knee length skirt down to my knees.He soon was feeling my chubby little tits.TBC

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Caught shagging by Jehovahs WitnessesPretty much every weekend without fail my girlfriend and I have a weekend shagathon. We stock up on Durex, she wears a tasty red or black g string – sometimes crotchless – and I select a pair of silk or satin boxers from my collection. We get started early Friday evening and literally don’t get out of bed until Monday morning – apart from to use the bathroom or to eat – when we are both absolutely fucked.For a while we would finish our first fuck session by about 4am on Saturday morning and then sleep a few hours before going at it again after some breakfast. However, every few weeks we would be woken at 9 or 10 by none other than the Jehovahs Witnesses trying to convert us. I’d always answer the door in just a pair of silk boxers either black ones with red hearts. blue with bananas or gold with elephants on – and a massive smirk on my face. I’d sometimes make idle chit chat pretending I didn’t know what they were doing as I stood there with my cock somewhere between flacid and semi erect as it bucked a little against the satin or silk.By the third time it seemed it didn’t put them off but that time they had knocked on the door hard mid-fuck. I was close to cumming and was pretty pissed off when I went to answer the door. “Sorry to disturb you, were you just getting out of the shower” one of the Jovies asked. I couldn’t believe it. My cock was bucking like crazy inside a pair of white satin boxers with red lips on. “No”, I said with a sly grin “We were in bed when you knocked”. They didn’t take the hint. Anyway, I’m never rude to them so I accepted their literature and was back eating out my girl’s pussy before they’d even walked to the top of the driveway.Next time they called two weeks later we were prepared nevşehir escort for them. We actually arranged our whole fuckfest around them calling which we knew they were due to do. I live in a small block of council flats with 2 other apartments backing onto our bedroom and very thin walls. The neighbours are used to our loud music and even louder bed squeaks, headboard slams and sex noises so when that Saturday came we had no hesitation in cranking Deadmau5 on the hi fi with tonnes of sub bass – some of their music is just made for shagging to – and leaving the front window open a bit. The neighbours are all older or too busy being drunk or stoned to care about any noise we make. We had been at it doggy for about 20 minutes with her red g string pulled to one side and my thumb buried in her arsehole, using her like a bowling ball, when I decided it was time to eat out my lady’s arsehole. She usually orgasms quickly when I do so. That was when the door bell rang. The obvious sounds of my girlfriend coming close to orgasm didn’t stop them ringing again. Followed by three hard knocks on the door. We were both ready to enjoy this.I walked to the door wearing my favourite pair of satin silk boxers – black with cartoons of pigs have sex on in various positions. In the hallway by the door was an opened pack of Durex Ultra Thin with several wrappers spilling out and a pre-worn g string nearby.I opened the door smirking and getting a real thrill from knowing they must’ve heard us and knowing what they were about to be treated to. It was the same pair as last time – a somewhat pushy older woman and a submissive older man who was clearly only concerned in earnestly trying to convert people to become Jovies. As I opened the niğde escort door, my gf started to vibe herself with a noisy bullet vibrator and starting orgasming. “Oh hello” I said ” sorry we were expecting someone else. I’ll be right back”. I walked back to our bedroom and shouted to my gf “It’s not Steve, it’s those people calling again” – as if to hopefully suggest to the Jovies that we had been anticipating a visitor for a spit roast session.I walked back to the door where they were standing looking down at the Durex box and thong and then at my naughty boxers. Finally they looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. Do you want to come in off the doorstep? I don’t want the neighbours seeing me in these silk boxers” I said – as if to imply me and my gf were trying to be inconspicuous haha. “Oh thank you!! ” they were so surprised to have been invited into someones house probably for the first time.. They then started their usual sales pitch. “Can I just stop you there a second” I said. “As you can probably tell me and my girlfriend are just in the middle of something when you rang the doorbell. Just give us a few minutes and we’ll be with you. Please have a seat in the lounge”. I gestured to them to take a seat. And they DID !!!!All this time “Bad Selection” by Deadmau5 was kicking in on the hifi which has an amazingly sexy beat for shagging to. “Won’t be too long” I said and darted back to the bedroom where my gf was ready on the bed with her arse in the air, g string pushed aside and holding onto the headboard.I slipped on a fresh Durex ultra thin and was inside her pussy in a matter of seconds. Knowing that a couple of Jehovahs Witnesses were sitting in our lounge, having to listen to us finish off our doggy style shag was escort bayan an immense turn on. My gf moaned as I eased my shaft in and out with a gradually increasing pace. Every stroke was thrilling. A few minutes later I slipped a thumb up her arsehole and used her like a bowling ball, smashing her against the headboard and then pulling her back. I’m not lying when I say ten minutes had passed and the Jovies were still sitting there, hearing / ignoring / whatever. With a huge bucking action my girlfriend began orgasming and I finally shot my load. The sweat was dripping from us as I pulled off the used condom and tossed it on the floor. We started laughing. I tucked my cock back in my silk boxers – which I’d been wearing for the duration – and sauntered back into the lounge grinning from ear to ear. “Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting” I gasped breathlessly. “So, what’s this about?”They were embarrased I could tell but also too embarrassed to leave or didn’t want to give up a possible conversion!! Haha. “We’re Jehovah’s Witnesses” said the woman “Do you believe in God?” she asked sternly. There I was standing in a pair of silky boxers, my cock drizzling post sex cum and unable to contain my smirk. “Ah I see. Nah, I’m probably a bit too much of a naughty boy to be religious” I smiled. The woman started to try to preach to me. “Sorry, as you must’ve just heard we are really busy. I’m going to need you to leave now” I said. “Oh” said the woman, flustered, as I gestured towards the hallway. “Please let yourselves out, thanks” I said as I walked back to the bedroom. I was already back on the bed on all fours with my face buried in my girlfriend’s still pulsating pussy when I heard the front door shut and my girlfriend starting to moan with pleasure again.Did I mention the best bit? We had hidden cameras and phones all over the hall and the lounge and recorded the whole thing. Fuck me we orgasmed hard later that afternoon watching a video of them sitting in my lounge listening to us fuck like rabbits.Unbefuckinglievable.

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Ashley’s AngelicI’m Jay, a young, twenty-something business professional. At the risk of sounding a little conceited, I consider myself to be a good looking guy. I’m fairly athletic and work out at the gym to stay in good shape. I am a recent university grad, so I have just started my climb up the corporate ladder; I’m not exactly raking in the big bucks yet… even though I’m working like I am!. To help make ends meet I’m renting a downtown condo with two friends of mine, Geoff and Ashley.Geoff is my best friend, has been since high school. I moved from a small rural village to the big city in my grade 9 year… talk about culture shock. Geoff befriended me early in the school year and helped me so much with the transition, and we’ve been best buds ever since. He really is a true friend, he has my back at all times, and I have his. We both went through business school together and flourished, graduating at the top of our class. Now we are making our way out into the world. We both work in the business district for big, powerful corporations. He’s a marketing whiz, while I’m skilled in matters financial. That may be why we worked so well together in school, he had the big ideas and knew how to sell them, and I was able to structure things and ground them in financial reality. We worked hard and partied harder in school… hell, we still do! But now we are in that awkward phase of trying to grow up while not wanting to lose sight of the good times. My parents told me that living through one’s 20s can be a strange, awkward experience. I’m only starting to realize how right they are.Ashley is Geoff’s other best friend, and she has been a great friend to me since high school as well. Ashley and Geoff grew up together in the same neighbourhood; they’ve known each other all their lives. They know so much about each other, probably even more than each of their parents do. They finish each other’s sentences all the time, it’s like they’re twins or something; it never fails to make me smile. She went to the same university Geoff and I did, but took a different path, studying English and the arts. She wants to be a university professor, so she’s currently taking her Master’s to help achieve that goal, working as a T.A. and proctor at the U to make ends meet.Oh, one other thing about Ashley… for the longest time, she had been the bane of my existence.Strange thing to say about such a good friend, right? Well, allow me to explain.In my time I’ve had the pleasure of the company of my share of attractive ladies. I’m not indiscriminate in my sexual activity, but I’m not inexperienced either. At first I tended to go towards the kinds of girls most young guys like… the popular girl, cheerleader types. One night in my university days, however, that all changed.I had one drunken hook up with a girl who definitely fell into the BBW category. We were at a rockin’ house party, lots of people, beer, weed and good times. Somehow the two of us ended up by ourselves in a spare bedroom. She pulled out a joint for us to share, and we smoked it, just chilling talking about stuff. Then, out of the blue, she kissed me. Despite my high and mellow state, I was shocked. She kissed me again, and this time I reciprocated. One thing led to another and we were naked and getting it on hot and heavy. She had a lovely, soft, curvy body, but she was also firm and fit, and she did things to me that, at that time, I never felt with any other girl. The sex was incredible. We both fell asleep afterwards, but when I woke up she was gone. I never even got her name nor her number.Regardless, I was hooked. From then on I searched for girls who were pretty and had it together, yet were also curvy and voluptuous. Skinny just didn’t do it for me anymore; I wanted the feel of soft, big breasts, shapely legs, and big yet firm buttocks.Naturally, my buddies picked up on this and started calling me “fat lover”, “chubby chaser” and so on. At first it didn’t affect me; guys wisecrack on each other all the time, it’s just what guys do. I gave each of them shit for one thing or another, so this just became their go-to laugh at my expense. But I thought about it after a while, and it really started to bother me. Society already makes too many demands and dictates on us all. The pressure on women to fit the “accepted” forms of beauty is so harsh, and too many women that don’t fit the ideal find their self-esteem shattered. And that is just wrong. I’m not intending to be holier-than-thou, goodness knows I’ve said and done hurtful things to others for no good reason. But I guess when something like this affects you personally, you become more sensitive to that criticism and realize just how cruel it is. Anyway, even though I tried my best to pretend this was no big deal, Geoff sensed how I really felt and would thus try to deflect the verbal shots directed at me and to steer conversation in a different direction. He also told me in private that it didn’t matter what kind of women I liked, that I should just go for what I wanted if it made me happy. God bless him for that.So, you may ask, how does this relate to Ashley? Well, if I were to describe my vision of the perfect woman in physical form, it would be Ashley. No question about it, she is angelic.Of course, I didn’t realize this until years after meeting her. At first, in high school, she didn’t make a huge impression on me. After not too long I got to know her and like her a lot as a friend. But I just saw her as “one of the guys”… just part of the regular crew of friends Geoff and I hung around with in those days. Soon after my encounter with “mystery voluptuous girl”, however, I started to view Ashley in a totally different way. I saw her physical features for what they were, total female perfection. I already knew what a great person she was after being friends for so long, but now that I was awakened to her outer beauty I wanted to be more than friends with Ashley… so much more than friends. And when we all moved into the same condo, my desires for her only intensified.One Saturday, Geoff was off to the gym so it was just Ashley and I in the condo that morning. I was just waking up after going out with a few drinks with friends from work the night before. I got out of bed, stretched, and headed toward the main bathroom, just across the hall. I opened my bedroom door, but what I saw after opening it just a crack instantly froze me in my tracks. The bathroom door was more than half open, and in the bathroom mirror I could, for the first time ever, clearly see Ashley completely naked in all her glory. Ashley could not see me from her position, so she had no idea I had such access. She must have thought I would be sleeping off the effects of the previous night for a while longer, and with Geoff gone she therefore didn’t take the precaution of fully closing the door to safeguard her privacy. In any case, the sight of her angelic form immediately made me rock, solid hard.She had just finished showering and was towelling herself off. Her wavy blonde, shoulder-length hair, recently tinged at the salon with dark brown streaks, fell invitingly around her round, beautiful face. Even from this distance I was drawn into her piercing blue eyes. Her very large, round and firm breasts were a revelation. They had no droop to them whatsoever and were practically begging to be massaged, kissed and suckled. Her hourglass shape and feminine curves were driving me mad. I could see just a hint of her pretty pussy, and couldn’t help but notice she kept that area neat and well-trimmed. At one point, she accidentally dropped her towel behind her, so she had to turn around and pick it up, allowing me a view of her ample, shapely rear end. Part of me felt wrong about being such a blatant voyeur, but I just could not help myself; it was nearly all I could do to keep myself from running into the bathroom and ravishing her right there on the spot. After a few minutes, she put her bathrobe on and moved towards the door, so I moved out of eyesight as quietly and quickly as I could. I waited until I heard her go in her bedroom and then a couple minutes after that before going into the bathroom myself. I took a long, hot shower and masturbated furiously a couple of times, thinking of nothing other than what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her soft skin, to experience every inch of her curvy, womanly, angelic body.Predictably, as awkward as it was becoming to live under the same roof as Ashley, after that day it just became many times worse. I wanted little more than to kiss her, feel her sexy body against mine, and make love to her for hours on end. But how do you tell one of your best friends in life that you want to make her your lover? What if she says no? I could lose her as a friend, and I couldn’t bear that. I also convinced myself that if things went completely wrong I could even lose Geoff as a friend… and to drive myself away from two of the most important people in my life was just unthinkable. So for a long time I tried to keep up the façade of being happy, but inside I was completely miserable and constantly afraid that everyone in my life, especially Geoff and Ashley, would soon notice and question me.The whole situation was driving me insane. In fact, I think it was pure insanity that led me to act as I did on that fateful day.It was another Saturday, in early spring. I was just coming home from the gym. I opened my apartment door and said “Hello? Anyone home?” There was no response. I dropped my gym gear off in my bedroom, and as I passed by the other two bedrooms in the hall, both doors were open and no one was in either of them. I shrugged, figuring both Geoff and Ashley were out shopping or running errands or something like that. I went to the kitchen and made myself something to eat. I then went to the living room to see what was on TV…… where, much to my surprise, I saw Ashley.She was lying on the couch, stomach down, sleeping. Had she been here all this time without me realizing it? Apparently so. I thought to myself, “Well, I guess I should leave, let Ashley have her nap and her privacy. Maybe I’ll go in my bedroom and listen to the radio. Or surf the net and see what’s going on. Wait, maybe I’ll go out for a coffee and see if Geoff or anyone else is around to hang out with. Yeah, I really should go now and do something like that.”Except I didn’t move at all. It was like I was rooted to that spot. I was kilis escort transfixed by Ashley’s round, shapely ass. It was covered by the LuluLemon pants she was wearing… but otherwise, it was there in all its glory, just crying out to be kissed, caressed and fondled. I finally started to move, trying to convince myself that I was going to leave the room, but once again my body disobeyed and acted of its own accord.I got down on my knees and lightly brushed my hands across Ashley’s butt and marvelled at how firm and soft it was. Then I planted gentle little kisses on each of her cheeks, first the left one, then the right. Part of me inside was screaming that this was wrong, it was SO VERY WRONG! But I was so horny, I wanted more… no, I NEEDED more! I slowly, ever so slowly, took hold of Ashley’s pants and slid them down, trying to be careful not to wake her but overwhelmed with desire to see Ashley’s ass free from its restrictive clothing. Her pale white flesh was mesmerizing. I kissed her bare left cheek, feeling her skin on one of her most sacred parts of her beautiful body for the first time. Feeling especially bold, I then gave her a little lick. And another. And…”Jay?”It was so soft as to be almost inaudible, but there was no mistaking the sound of that voice. Ashley had awakened, had noticed me and surely wondered just exactly what in the hell I was doing. I was caught like a rat in a trap. My breath stuck in my throat. “What have I done?” I asked myself. I got this ridiculous idea that, maybe if I didn’t look at her, this whole episode would be a figment of my imagination, or maybe a feverish dream, and I’d be able to leave the room and act like nothing ever happened.”Jay?” A little louder this time, but still whisper-soft.I looked up. I had no choice. I saw Ashley’s head tilted back, looking at me from over her shoulder. I expected her to be furious with me, or even worse, sad and disappointed that I would ruin everything in such a selfish way. But the expression on her face was completely unreadable. It was drawing out the torture (and this most definitely was torture now, no question about it) of waiting to see what her reaction to this crazy act would be. Her blue eyes were staring intently at me, piercing through my very soul, stabbing me deeper than any knife ever could. We were probably locked frozen like this for only seconds, but it felt like hours, days even. I was desperate to break the silence, but what could I say to get myself out of this predicament? I could only fumble and stutter, “Ash… I… uh… you see… I…””Jay.” No hint of a question in her voice this time. No hint of anything in that voice, to be perfectly honest. It was enough to shut me up. The silence hung thick in the air again, until Ashley decided to break it.”You know, Jay, I don’t recall asking you to stop.”My mind was blown. Did she really want me to continue? I looked at her and raised my eyebrows as if to say “Are you sure?” She just shifted her eyes towards her bottom, gave it a cute little wiggle, looked back up at me and smiled as if to say “That’s right baby, I’m yours if you want me!” How remarkable that we could communicate so much without saying a word.My face widened into what I’m sure was my goofiest smile ever… but who was I to turn down such an invitation?! I started kissing her gorgeous rear end again, softly at first but with more and more hunger until in no time it felt like I was devouring her. She let out several soft moans of pleasure to let me know I was on the right track. My left hand traveled up her body until I could reach one of her breasts which I gladly cupped and massaged, marvelling at how firm and perfect it felt. “Oh yes… feels good.” Ashley said, her voice barely hovering over an audible level. I continued to touch and feel, travelling my way up her body, planting passionate kisses on her back, the side of her breast, her cheek, her earlobe, her neck. Ashley squirmed under the constant attention. I whispered into Ashley’s ear, “Baby, you’re so beautiful”, and with that I kissed my way back down her angelic body. I had wanted this moment for so long, and it finally was about to happen…… until, out of nowhere, Ashley tensed up and her body went ramrod straight. I saw her eyes fly open, and she bolted upright, yelling “Ohmigod, the TIME! Shit, I’m gonna be late!!”I was shocked, to say the least. My mind was racing a million miles an hour, trying to figure out what was happening. “Ash…wh… what’s going on? Where are you going?” I asked meekly.By this time, Ashley had her pants pulled up and was, I guess, reasonably satisfied she was presentable enough to go to… well, wherever the hell it was she had to go. She barely looked back long enough to say “I’m sorry Jay, I’m proctoring an exam at the uni, and if I don’t leave now I’ll be late!”I asked, “On a Saturday?” But it was too late for Ashley to hear me. The apartment door slammed shut. She was gone.I slumped on the couch, fighting the urge to be violently ill. I replayed the encounter endlessly in my mind, trying to figure out if I had done something wrong, committed some unforgivable error along the way. A small voice inside me questioned whether Ashley was lying; I tried to banish that thought from my head, but the voice remained, mocking me. I was a wreck.A couple hours later, Geoff came back home and asked me if I wanted to go out to the bars with him and the guys. I did so, and in the process drank myself into oblivion, trying to forget about Ashley. I failed.The week after was rock bottom for me. It was supposed to be the culmination of all I was longing for, but instead it was the complete opposite. I was distracted at work, to the point my boss sat me down to ask what was wrong… I got through that uns**thed, though heaven only knows how. I was curt and rude, and then I’d feel guilty about acting that way which just made me feel more miserable. Worst of all, I didn’t want to go home and spend time with Geoff and Ashley. I purposefully did things like stay out late and leave for work early or late so as not to have to talk to them. My two best friends in the world, and I was doing everything I could to avoid them. How messed up was that?Once again early on the Friday morning I snuck out of the apartment and was walking down the hall towards the elevators. But this time Geoff was ready for me. “Hey Jay” he yelled down the hall. “Hey, wait up, come on man I gotta talk to you!” Reluctantly, I turned around to see Geoff running to catch up with me.When he reached me, I could see the worried look on his face. I guess I didn’t fully realize how much I must have scared Geoff (and probably Ashley too) until that very moment. Geoff said, “Jay, what’s going on? You’ve totally not been yourself lately, you’ve really freaked Ash and I out!”I hung my head and hesitated… I had no idea what to say at that moment. Finally, I spoke. “I… I’m sorry Geoff. I really am. I’ve… just been dealing with something that’s really difficult… I don’t know how to explain…””Well, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? I mean, we’ve been friends forever, we’ve had each others’ backs, we’ve dealt with a lot of shit together! Whatever it is, you can’t keep it bottled up like you have, it’s gonna eat you up! I… I don’t want to see my best friend like that.””Thanks Geoff… I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help, really I do… you know you’re like a brother to me. I just… I think this is something I need to try and figure out on my own first. I don’t know why, but it just is. I hope that, in good time, you’ll understand, and I’m sure you will, but for now, I need you to trust me… please.”Geoff looked deep into my eyes, like he was trying to read my mind. At last, he said, “OK… OK, I’ll trust you. But only on one condition.””What’s that?” I asked.A little smirk… so typical of Geoff!… crept across his face. “Stop being such a dumbass! Think you can handle that?”I laughed out loud in spite of myself and what had happened this wretched week. “Fine. I’ll try and stop being a dumbass… ya jackass!”We both laughed at that and hugged it out. For the first time that week, I felt somewhat normal again. I had patched things together with one of my two best friends. I just hoped I could do the same with the other.I went through the rest of the day as I normally would have. Fortunately I didn’t have any pressing deadlines or projects at work so I could sail through the day with little stress and get to the weekend. I even felt my spirits high enough that I went to the gym for a quick workout. I hadn’t gone all week so it felt good to do a little work and get a little sweat going. As I showered, however, I started to get nervous again, mostly because trying to come to some kind of understanding with Ashley would be a big step into the unknown. I didn’t know in which direction things could turn. At the same time, I knew I couldn’t avoid the confrontation any longer. I could only hope for the best.I entered the condo and closed the door. I didn’t hear either Geoff or Ashley, so I wondered if anyone else was home. I put my things in my bedroom and searched the kitchen and living area. Nothing. I said, “Geoff? Ash? Anyone home?””Jay, is that you?” It was Ashley’s voice.”Yeah… I didn’t hear you before so I didn’t think you were home. Where are you?””I’m in my bedroom. I’m just… uh… changing.”I thought I caught a hitch or something in Ashley’s voice, but I didn’t think anything of it then. I said, “Where’s Geoff?””He said he had to go take care of something… I don’t know where, he wouldn’t tell me anything.””Huh… that’s weird,” I said. And it definitely was, especially after what he had said to me this morning. What could he possibly be up to?Ashley said, “Yeah, I know. Listen Jay, about last week…”I tensed up. “Yeah?””I… think we need to talk about it. When I get done in here…we should talk.”Now I was really nervous. She sounded so… serious. It wasn’t like her. I just said, “OK”, and sat down on the couch.I think it took 15, maybe 20 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I got up and paced the living room a couple of times, hoping it would help calm me down… but it didn’t. I wanted to ask her to hurry up, but that didn’t seem like the smartest thing to say, so I held my tongue.At long last, I heard Ashley’s bedroom door open. I could hear the clacking of what sounded like high kırıkkale escort heels on the wooden floor. I had just enough time to wonder why Ashley would be wearing high heels when we were about to have a serious discussion. Then she turned the corner into the living room… and I was incapable of any further rational thought.Ashley sauntered in like she owned the place. Her high heel shoes were jet black. Other than that, she wore nothing else but the sexiest of lingerie, and very little of that; black bikini bottoms tinged with red lace and a black and red bra that offered a fantastic view of her ample cleavage. The bra appeared to be strained to nearly its breaking point as it tried to hold in the wonders that were Ashley’s breasts. She slowly sashayed towards me, her movements demanding I stare at her curvy, shapely legs leading up to the thin triangle of fabric that just did hide her world from me. She had a naughty little smirk on her face and a definite hunger in her eyes. I was enthralled. This beautiful woman, this absolute angel, was walking toward me like this; I almost had to remember to breathe, so stunning she was.She reached me and gently tugged on my shirt collar, imploring me to stand up. When I did so, she didn’t say anything, just tracing her finger from my lips, down my chest, across my lower waist and just above my crotch, and back up to the back of my neck, that crooked little smile of hers never leaving her face. She then grabbed to bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it upwards, and I raised my arms to make it easier for her to remove it from my body. Her breath caught a little as she looked at my muscular chest and defined abs. She gently ran her fingers down my naked torso, down my sides and then placed her hands firmly on my ass and squeezed. Her soft touch was sensuous and electric, stiffening my manhood even more than it already was. She softly exhaled and leaned in closer, close enough to push her boobs against my chest. I inhaled deeply and revelled in her feminine scent. She whispered in my ear, “I wanted to find a way to make it up to you for last week.”I swallowed hard and looked deep into her eyes, and said the only thing my brain could think up at the time. “So far, so good.”She giggled. My god, she looked absolutely radiant! She replied, “Then wait ’til you see what else I have planned.”She took me by the hand and led me towards her bedroom. I walked right behind her where I had a perfect view of her plump, sexy ass. At the foot of her bed we settled into our first proper kiss. Her soft, full lips touched mine, and we both sighed a little as we kissed each other deeply. I stuck my tongue out, searching for hers, and she opened her mouth to grant me access. Our tongues danced wildly together as our kissing increased in passion. I ran one hand through her luxuriant hair and the other down her back to cup one of her fleshy butt cheeks, while both her hands were grabbing and massaging my own butt. We kept kissing for several minutes, only breaking long enough to breathe. I started to kiss down her cheeks, towards her earlobe and beyond, but to my surprise she stopped me. “Ah ah now, ladies first,” she said. I smiled and relaxed, eager for her to do to me what she would. She kissed me softly on the lips again and then tongued her way down my neck. She planted soft kisses all over my chest and down my stomach. She was driving me wild with her teasing, and I’m sure she knew it.Finally she decided it was time to get down to serious business! She got down on her knees and undid my belt, slowly pulling my jeans down my legs. She did the same to my boxers. I stood before her, fully naked, my cock fully erect. She looked back up at me, saying, “Mmmm Jay, I bet you want me to suck on your big cock. Would you like me to wrap my pretty lips around your big cock?””Oh yes, Ash baby, do it, you look like you want it bad.””Oh baby, I want it SO bad!” She took my rock hard member in her hand, looked up and locked eyes with me with her super sexiest look. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she licked the crown of my cock before sliding her mouth over it. She slowly took more and more of it in her mouth, soon taking several inches. Then, still maintaining eye contact, she just as slowly slid her lips back up my hard penis until the tip was just resting on her tongue. At that moment we just smiled at each other; no words were necessary. It was clear we had both been yearning for this moment for a long time, and now it was finally here. We were both a little nervous and in a bit of disbelief, but our feelings for each other and the desire to experience each other sexually overrode any other concerns.Ashley went back to working on my cock. She sucked it in and out, slowly at first, and then soon moving to a comfortable speed, her hair waving a little as her head bobbed up and down. I was in heaven; she was simply incredible. “Oh god… ohmigod Ashley… so good,” I said breathlessly. I knew if she kept this up for too much longer I would have a massive orgasm.Ashley sensed this; she stopped and said, “Not so fast baby, I want this to be special. You can’t come yet, you naughty boy!” I gave her my best pouty look but she just gently laid me down on her bed. She proceeded to perform a dance that would have put any performer at any “gentleman’s club” to shame. She looked so sexy as she moved her legs, jiggled her enormous breasts and shook her fabulous ass. It was a great show but I wanted more.”Please, Ash baby, I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me again soon. I need you so bad!”She climbed on to the foot of the bed and said “Buckle up, Jay baby.” She ran her tongue down the underside of my cock all the way to the scrotum, then back up the tip again before taking as much as she could in her mouth and sucking me off again.”Oh yes baby, that’s so good…”Before I could finish what I was about to say, Ashley did something even more amazing. She removed her bra, freeing her glorious breasts. Then she took those mammoth mounds and wrapped them around my hard dick.Holy shit, I thought. Tit-fucking… she’s tit fucking me.She looked at me and said, “Do you like that baby?””Oh god I LOVE it baby! Please fuck me with your beautiful tits!”She pumped my dick furiously, wrapping her boobs around my shaft while putting the head of my cock in her mouth. I held out as long as I could to make this amazing feeling last, but the sensations were just too much.”OHMIGOD GIRL I’M CUMMING!!!” I yelled in ecstasy. She just let go of her breasts, took more of my cock in her mouth and sucked it for all she was worth. I came so hard I shuddered, but she didn’t stop. She swallowed everything I had to give her; I was definitely NOT expecting that!I shook my head and said, “You are a NAUGHTY little girl!”She crawled up the bed and kissed me; I could taste the faintest hint of cum saltiness. She replied in her best schoolgirl voice, “Oh daddy, I have been a bad little girl. Are you gonna… spank me?”A wicked smile crept across my face, “Well, naughty girls do need to be punished. And you have been so very naughty! On all fours, bad girl!”I got up off the bed and watched as Ash assumed the position. She turned her head back to look at me, pretending to be afraid of whatever “punishment” I was going to dole out. God, she was so hot! The combination of her kinky streak, plus the raw horniness that seemed to radiate from her body, it was all driving me wild.I whispered in her ear “Remember, my wicked one, this will hurt me more than it will hurt you.” She moaned a little in anticipation. I went behind her and pulled down her panties; she shifted each leg up in a seamless motion so I could completely remove the offending garment. I now had full view of her fabulous bubble butt. I gently grabbed a handful of her hair and gave her right butt cheek a swat, hard enough to sting but not so hard to cause real pain. Ashley let out the most adorable little squeal I’d ever heard. I swatted her ass a few more times, alternating sides until both cheeks were a nice shade of pink. I then massaged her rear end to take the sting away, and to prove I could be a little naughty too, I reached a hand down and slowly swiped a finger down her pussy. Ashley whimpered, “Oh god…”, as I marvelled at how wet it was.I moved up to whisper in Ashley’s ear again. “Here baby, taste how wet you are.” I gave her my finger and she sucked on it without hesitation. I hungrily kissed her neck and earlobe and said, “God Ashley, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Let me make love to you the way an angel like you deserves to be loved.”She looked at me with those piercing eyes. “Oh god Jay I’ve wanted you for so long! Please give me your touch and make love to me!”I moved Ashley on to her back. I gave her a deep, passionate kiss. I planted little kisses down her neck and collarbone, then took hold of her round, large, firm breasts. I kissed and licked all around them, and took one nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. I heard Ash moan in satisfaction. I switched back and forth between both breasts, sucking each nipple in turn. Ashley kept moaning, saying, “Oh Jay that feels so good, please don’t stop!” I played with her breasts for several minutes; I could have spent hours playing with them, but there were other parts of her sexy body that needed attention.I shifted down to her meaty thighs, kissing and gently nibbling my way up each one of them, until I reached her crown jewel, her pretty pussy, shaved except for a cute little landing strip over the top. I deeply inhaled her intoxicating scent, and looked up to see her reaction. She was biting her lower lip, begging me to orally please her without saying a word. Continuing to look up at her face, I gave her pussy a long, slow lick, from bottom to top. She cried out “Oh god yes!” Concentrating on giving Ashley maximum pleasure, I licked and sucked in and around her pussy, and gently nibbled her luscious lips. I spread those lips apart and penetrated her with my tongue. She tasted so sweet, by far better than any other woman I’ve been with. I kept lapping her up, enjoying her scent, her taste, everything about her. All this time Ashley was squirming and saying, “Oh god Jay… feels so good… don’t stop… yes!”I continued giving my angelic Ashley oral pleasure. I alternated between licking her pussy, softly nibbling on her pussy lips, and just plain tongue-fucking her. She escort bayan was enjoying the attention but I wanted it to be more than just enjoyable for her, I wanted to make her cum just as hard as she did for me earlier. I put my tongue inside her again and swirled around, in search of the magic G-spot. Her clit came into view, aroused by all my ministrations. I eagerly sucked on it, and Ashley’s reaction… “Yes Jay OHMIGOD OH FUCK!!”… let me know immediately I was having the desired effect on her.As I sucked on her clit I put first one, then two fingers into her tight pussy. She bucked and writhed beneath me, screaming “DON’T STOP… OH GOD FUCK ME!!” She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed, trying to bury my face deeper in her pussy, desperate for climax. I kept sucking and fingering her for all I had. Ashley tensed up and she cried out “OHHHHMIGOOOOOOD!!” as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her juices flowed freely; I lapped up as much of her sweet essence as I could. I moved, somewhat reluctantly, from between Ashley’s thighs to come face-to-face, kissing her, giving her a slight taste of her cum to return the favour she gave me. She was glowing as she came down from her orgasmic high. We kissed, softly but passionately, for a few minutes, until she whispered these magic words in my ear:”I want you inside me.”My cock, already semi-hard, instantly stiffened. We smiled nervously at each other, anticipating the next stage of our love-making. There was a box of condoms on the night table; Ashley had obviously been well-prepared! I took one and fitted it over my penis. I looked at my angel; she was still on her back, legs halfway spread-open. She smiled again and crooked her finger, seductively motioning me to come towards her. I climbed back on to the bed and gave her another quick kiss, copping a feel of her right breast at the same time. I then grabbed hold of my cock and rubbed it on the outside of her pussy, wanting to heighten the anticipation a little more without going into “cruelly teasing” territory. Finally, the moment we’d been waiting for; I eased my cock into her pussy, slowly, inch by inch, until I was all the way in.Heaven.Ashley moaned, “Oh my GOD Jay, that feels so good, my pussy is so full of your big cock! Please fuck me hard!””Get ready baby,” I replied. I slowly moved my cock until just the tip was inside her, then slid it all the way back in. I repeated this process, slowly at first then progressing to a steady pace. My mind, swimming in a blissful state, had only one thought it kept repeating to me; I’m fucking her… my angel, my Ashley… I’m really, actually making love to my dream girl!I bent over and kissed Ashley as I continued pounding her tight pussy. I said, “You are incredible baby, you’re so sexy, I can’t get enough of you!”She replied, “Baby you’re amazing, you make me feel so good! Take me now and make me yours forever!”I held on to her hips and increased my thrusts. She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my buttocks. Our breathing grew heavier until we were both panting. I wished that the moment would last forever, but the release was building, and it was going to be immense. I prolonged the moment as long as I could, and was thrilled to hear Ashley yell, “Oh god I’m GONNA CUM!” as I wanted to ensure I pleased her as much as she was pleasing me. He hips moved up against mine as she matched my final thrusts with her own. We both cried out “OHMIGOD!!” as we came simultaneously; I later marvelled at how in tune we were with each other sexually in such a short time.I slowly pulled out and lay on my side beside Ashley. We took a minute or so to recover our breath, just looking at each other in contentment. I brushed my fingers across a few strands of hair falling down her angelic face. I gently kissed her forehead, her nose and her lips. She returned my affections. Our kisses were now gentle, almost chaste. I thought our first session of love-making was coming to its natural end.I was wrong.In one swift movement, she grabbed my shoulders, aggressively flipped me on my back and straddled me. She bent forward to kiss me hungrily, thrusting her heaving breasts against my chest. She had a combination of assertiveness and vulnerability in her lovemaking that was alluring; this, clearly, was her assertive side coming to the fore!”Fuck, I want your big cock again!” she growled. Who was I to say no to that? She took another condom from the box and fitted it over my dick, which she then guided into her smoking hot pussy. In almost no time at all she started enthusiastically riding me, cowgirl-style.What a sight she was before me! Her firm, voluptuous body was jiggling in all the right places, her pendulous breasts flopped up and down, the look on her face one of pure naked lust. Most of this night we spent making sweet love to each other, but this… this was fast, hard fucking, and it was just as exciting to me in its own way. It clearly was for Ashley as well as she showed with the torrent of dirty talk she unleashed. “Oh fuck your fucking cock feels so fucking big in my fucking pussy! Goddammit Jay FUCK ME!!!” My angelic Ashley had a little bit of devil in her!As tired as I was, I had enough left in me to meet her increasingly rapid thrusts. Sweat poured off our bodies. The only sounds in our world were our combined grunting and the whip crack-like sound of us slamming into each other’s sex.”God, I love your hot pussy on my cock! You like that, Ash? You like me pounding your pussy with my big cock?!” I barked.”Yes I LOVE it Jay! Don’t stop, keep fucking me, I need your big hard cock so BAD OH FUCK ME!” was her reply.We gave each other all we had, fucking each other into a frenzy. With a few final plunges and a combined cry of “YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!”, we both came to an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. It left us both physically and emotionally exhausted. Ashley slid off me and on to her side of the bed; soon enough, she was fast asleep. Not long after that, so was I.I blinked a few times before realizing I was awake. The room was dark but not pitch black. How long was I asleep? What time was it? Did it matter? After the night Ashley and I just enjoyed, absolutely not!The room still faintly smelled of sex. My eyes adjusted to the dimness, and I could more clearly see Ashley. My angel was still asleep. We were in a spooning position; I was the “big spoon”, so to speak, holding on to Ashley as she lay inside me. I watched her sleep, her chest slightly heaving with each breath, while contemplating my sudden reversal in fortunes. Watching her breathe… in, out, in, out… was so peaceful, but after a while, I couldn’t help myself. I softly ran a finger up and down her arm a couple times, then across her cheek. She stirred, yawned and stretched, and looked at me with her deep blue eyes.”Hey you,” she whispered, smiling.”Hey yourself,” I replied.”Mmmm… so, big boy, how did you enjoy last night?””It was incredible. You… were incredible.””Aww, thanks baby.””You’re welcome. And, if I may ask, how was it for you, my lady?””You were amazing. You made me feel like no man ever has, did things to me I never thought possible.””Thanks Ash. I dreamed about this for a long time, so I wanted this to be special for both of us.””Jay… confession?””Sure.””How long had you dreamed of us being together?””Since sometime during second year university.” I thought Ashley would be surprised by this, but it didn’t look like she was.”OK, your turn,” I said. “You also must have been thinking about doing this for some time. How long?””Since the day I first met you.”My jaw dropped. “Wow… seriously? I… I had no idea.”Ashley shrugged. “I was too shy and insecure about myself at the time to tell you my true feelings. And then you became friends with Geoff and me… which was great of course, but a little bittersweet for me because I never thought we’d progress past friendship into something more.”I nodded. I knew exactly what she was talking about.Ashley continued, “Plus, you used to date girls who were… well, built differently than I am. After a while I thought I just wasn’t your type. It wasn’t until you were going out with Lindsey that I thought to myself, maybe, just maybe, there was a little hope that you and I would get together.”I flinched at Ashley saying that name. “Ugh, Lindsey!” I practically spat the words out. Lindsey was someone I dated for some time as a junior and senior in university. It did not end well. I had largely forgotten her for a long time, but Ashley invoking her name brought back a flood of bad memories.Ashley caressed my face and said, “Oh baby, I’m sorry to bring her name up. I just didn’t know how else to describe what I was thinking! I…”I interrupted her by putting a finger to her lips and kissing her forehead. I then looked at her eye-to-eye and said, “No Ash, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who should be sorry. You were trying to make a point and I over-reacted in hearing that name. I’m sorry, honey.”Ashley kept her eyes fixed on me for a while, but then dropped her gaze downward. She suddenly sniffled a little; a single tear rolled down her cheek. She looked back up, and I could tell she was very emotional.”Jay… part of me still can’t believe this is real, that this is all happening. Please tell me it is. Please tell me this isn’t a one-night thing, but the start of something special for us.”Her words were serious and sincere. But I already knew the answer. I gave her another kiss on the forehead and hugged her a little tighter.”Ashley, you’re too important and too special to me to make you nothing more than a one-night stand. I don’t know what our future holds, and I’m not one for predictions. But right now there’s one thing I know for sure.””What’s that?””I love you Ashley.”Ashley’s lower lip quivered, but she still broke into a big smile, an angelic smile, if you will. “I love you too Jay.”We kissed as true lovers. Everything was right in the world.”I guess there will be a lot of changes, a lot of things for us to talk about, and with Geoff as well” I said.Ashley suggestively ran a finger down my body; the touch was thrilling.”Jay, we have plenty of time for that later. I’d rather spend the rest of the long weekend getting to know each other better,” she said with more than a hint of suggestion.”Uh, Ash…””Yes, Jay?” She was playing innocent with me; I love it when she does that.”It’s not a long weekend.””Well, it will be once you call in sick on Monday.” She took my hand and placed it on her right breast. “And maybe Tuesday too.”We smiled and kissed again. I had a few days to consummate my new relationship with my angelic Ashley, and I was determined to not waste a single second.

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Pee & Cum in the Park (A Damsel in Distress)True story, July 19, 2017.I’m an American man touring the Balkan Region. Last week I was in Nis, Serbia, and I had the most unexpected encounter at the centuries-old Fortress Park that is located just outside the city centre.I arrive at the park and take a seat on one of the benches to enjoy the summer heat and read a book. I hear some noise behind me so I turn around to look. I see a very attractive blonde woman – probably in her mid-thirties – dressed fashionably in a white sun dress with light blue heals. She is frantically pacing back and forth in the bushes.I think that this woman’s behavior is kind of odd but no worries and I start to read my book. The next thing I know she comes up to me and says something istanbul escort to me in Serbian. I tell her, “I only speak English”. Then she says in broken English, “Toilet…one is where?”I tell the woman (truthfully) that there are no toilets in the park. Then I manage to get her to follow me back into the bushes and I say, “Pee here.” There is nobody around except me but she orders me, “Okay. But go away. Don’t look.”There’s no way I’m leaving and the woman can’t wait anymore so she squats down, pushes her panties aside, hikes her dress up to the waist and lets loose with a tremendous stream of hot pee. A sigh of relief comes over her but she loses her balance for just a moment and some of her urine splashes across her zonguldak escort top that covers her ample breasts and a little pee also hits her face before she recovers.I’ve always had this fetish about watching women urinate and it gets me so fucking horny that I lose all control of my senses. When I see the pee coming out of this refined woman’s fuckhole it is too much for me and I pull out my cock and stroke it and it gets hard in just a few seconds.The woman sees my erection and says “No!”. But she’s in the middle of her pissing and there’s not much she can do about it.Then I realize that I’m about to cum so I put my cock in front of her face. She sees I’m about to give her a facial and she orders me, “Don’t. No!” I escort bayan try to put my cock inside her mouth but she closes it. But she can’t resist what is coming her way because she isn’t quite done with her piss.It was never my intention for things to go this far – honest – but now I can’t control myself and I shoot out two big spurts onto the lady’s face. She tries to dodge it but both cumshots hit her square on the forehead and the sperm trickles down her nose to her lips and some cum gets into her eyes too.By now the woman is totally disgusted with me and she finishes up urinating and stumbles to her feet and straightens out her panties and dress. With my cum soaking her face she looks for something to wipe it off with but she can’t find anything and I guess she didn’t want to use her nice clothes for that.Then she yells something at me in Serbian – probably some nasty curse words – and half-blindly runs away in her sexy heals out of the park entrance and onto the busy street with my cum all over her face. I never saw her again.

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A gang bang that scared meAs the previous story told you about how I first got into being gang banged. Here is a one of one of the many I’ve had since then. But this one I really got scared for myself because I felt so helpless.I’ve always felt free and willing to try anything. This was the one that almost stopped me cold when I realized what I got myself into.I was meeting with a few guys from previous gang bangs and they asked me if I would be willing to throw one for them and their friends. I agreed to it. Excepting they had asked if I wouldn’t mind being tied up or restrained during it. At first I was reluctant to do it. But after a lot of coaxing, they told me it would satisfy their fantasies and imaginations like never before. I finally gave in and said it was all right providing I wasn’t hurt. Since, I don’t like pain or being hit in any way. They told me it was okay that they would make sure no one hurt me. So I put my full trust in them! It was a Friday night and I was at home drinking wine and waiting for men to show up. First to come were the guys whom set up the gang bang. That was about 8 PM. They asked me if I was ready and I said “Yes I was!” They were on the phone making all kind of calls to various bars and places. The next thing I know my home was completely full of strange men. At this time there were at least 30 of them with more arriving to take part in this party. Other then the couple of guys I had agreed to be the host of the kırklareli escort party. I really didn’t know any of the others that were there.There I was alone and waiting with anticipation of what will happen next. It was going to be held in my basement and walked down the stairs completely naked. I looked around the room and saw a huge crowd of men looking at me. All I could think is (Oh boy this is quite a crowed. Well Crystal here it goes!) There was a masseuse table set up in the middle of the room. Also there was an empty barrel along side of it.One of the guys that were instrumental in throwing the party said “Okay guys. Here she is willing to do your bidding! Trust me she is good but nobody is to hurt her.”The next thing I felt was two of the guys grabbing my wrists and tying them together. While they were doing that another bunch of men went and put a rope around each of my ankles. There I was completely bound with no way of getting out of this predicament. Here I was completely at their whims and under their control. I didn’t like it one bit! I mean to say I love sex and being gang banged but this was totally new and different for me.I protested and they told me to shut the hell up Bitch. This actually shocked me. I never felt this helpless in my whole life as I did at that moment. I really felt uncomfortable with this. To think I’m actually the one who agreed to be restrained like this. I was never one for kırşehir escort the BDSM lifestyle and this appeared to be one of those situations. My basement has a steel support which runs the length of the ceiling. This is what they had me tied to. I was on tip toes. With my body outstretched and hanging there. I felt like a piece of meat knowing full well that I was not in control of the party anymore. The next thing I felt was the ropes on my ankles being pulled up in front of me and I was off the floor being suspended from the beam fortunately guys grabbed my thighs and helped with holding my legs up. There I was spread eagle like a chicken and I felt someone eating my pussy. I never realized what a sensation it was to be completely helpless until that moment. There were hands all over my body and my tits were being fondled like they never were before. I must admit it felt good!!!I know what it’s like to fondled I’ve been fondled before but never like this. While being tied up I was looking around the basement and kept seeing more and more men coming down the stairs. There had to be at least 50 men there by now and it looked like more were on the way. All I heard was let’s fuck the Bitch and give her something to remember us by. All I kept thinking was (Please don’t let them hurt me!).I saw a few of the guys eating my pussy. Then I felt them penetrating my pussy and ass with their hard penis’s which I must admit felt escort bayan well at first. I have no idea how many men penetrated me that time but I was getting sore and started feeling some discomfort being suspended like I was. Finally one of the guys said “Time to let her down! And put her on the barrel.I had no idea what they were talking about putting me on the barrel. But I found out real quick. I now know what they mean by “being put over a barrel!” They put a long rope around the barrel put it on its side and tied my hands to it. I never experienced anything like it before. The barrel would roll both ways as they fucked me. My ass and pussy had both been penetrated while the barrel was rocking. I was really sore now. Perspiration was poring from my forehead and the hair on my head was wringing wet from all the activity I’ve been put through. All I could do was go along with the group and their fantasies.I have no idea how many men attended the gang bang but I do know that there were a lot of beer runs made and who ever went for the beer brought back more and more guys. I swallowed so many men’s cum that night my stomach was upset and at one point I had to throw up just to make room for more.After being totally exhausted they finally got me off the barrel and put me on the table. At this stage of the game they didn’t have to tie me up anymore. My arms and legs just drooped on both sides of the table. The party went on until the next morning. I was completely covered with cum and my hair was a total mess from it. I was sore, tired, and really unable to walk right for a few days after that gang bang. It was a once in a lifetime experience for me and even though I really enjoyed it I don’t think I could with stand another one.Crystal

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Neighbors DaughterAnother boring day at my home office working with clients and spreadsheets. It was nice outside and as I looked out my window, there she was again, my neighbors 18 year old daughter. In their backyard, wearing those black short shorts again cavorting with a couple of her friends. As they continued to talk, chat and fool around I kept watching. Sometimes they would wrestle a little and my neighbors daughter continued to show flashes of her hot thighs. I started to get hard in my pants as I watched her and her friends. Rubbing my cock through my jeans as I watched them I noticed they were wrestling more intently, and one girl was pinned down by another. As she squirmed and resisted my neighbors daughter straddled her face with the other girl holding her body. What the heck was going on? The next thing I knew, my neighbors daughter was pressing her pussy mound through her uşak escort short black shorts again the girls mouth. Holy shit, the girl was gasping and gagging….i unzipped my jeans and my rock hard cock was in my hand as I stroked it watching the scene below in the next yard.In disbelief but also wanting more I watched as my neighbors daughter kept humping and grinding her short covered pussy into the other girls face….I wanted to see more. Standing up, I cracked open my window still stroking my cock to hear what they were saying. The girl being face fucked in between gasps for air was chanting “more, more, do it, feed me…” My neighbors daughter was humping her, grinding her shorts covered pussy against he mouth and I could clearly hear her moaning and saying “eat me, take it bitch…eat my shorts…” i opened the window more and it squeezed….I froze. My van escort neighbors daughter looked up to see me in the window staring at the scene below with my hard cock in my hands. She looked at my cock, then up to my eyes and she started moaning louder and humping her friends face more forcefully. Much louder she said “You like that don’t you?…turned on ain’t ya”…staring straight at me. I nodded my head up and down while watching her grind her shorts covered pussy into her friends mouth and mouthed “yes”. This turned her on even more, and i dropped my pants completely, jerking my cock harder. The other friend got up from pinning the girl down and was on her knees behind my neighbors daughter and was rubbing the girls mound through her shorts while squeezing my neighbors daughters juicy young tits through her shirt and she started chanting “do it…do it baby…fuck escort bayan it…get it…do it.” With my eyes locked to my neighbors daughters eyes i timed my strokes with her humps and as she pumped he hips against her friend mouth moving louder and louder I moved over to the window, thrust my hips forward and shoved my dick out the window while I stroked. She was smiling at me as her pelvis fucked back and forth, moving faster, getting frantic. I could feel my balls swelling, i wanted her to fuck my face, my cock head was swollen like a mushroom top, deep purple filled with blood.As she looked at me she said loudly “I’m going to cum, I’m going to squirt inside my shorts all over your face!!” and then she started ferociously pounding her pussy into her friend face while her other friends was grabbing and squeezing her tits. “Cum with me she moaned” All three of them were grinding and moaning’ My neighbors daughter started twitching and screaming looking right at me as I blew a huge load out the window into the air and groaned out loud..i kept jerking and my balls kept pumping wheel she smothered her friend and soaked her shorts….

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The Skate Park–JamieThe Skate Park–JamieSitting on the picnic table at the skate park one day, just struck up a conversation with this dude that I had not seen before. Guess I was “feeling him out”. As one of the regulars, at 19, me and a few of my buds kinda looked out for the younger k**s, making sure nobody came in and started fuckin with them.Im telling “Jamie” that I was kinda like the “ruler” of the park. He ask me “ya, how is that”?Well, as one of the oldest, and more experienced boarders, me and my buds took care of the park—and enforced the “rules”. “So you dont work for the city”? Naa, but I pull it off pretty good. Couple of cops know Im out here a lot, so they kewl with it. “So what kinda rules we talking about”? I explain that it’s mostly simple common sense stuff—dont fuck with the little k**s, no making fun of other k**s—every body gotta learn, no fighting—unless it’s me, and no dope. We also make sure that all the k**s got protection gear. If they don’t , or can’t afford it—we get it for them. “Ya, but I just saw you and a couple of dudes sharing a joint”. “Ya, we might get a buzz from time to time, but we stay outta sight. Mostly the rule is to guard the younger k**s, and to keep dudes out that come in trying to get them hooked” We had gone this far and Jamie finally asked me my name. I grabbed his hand in a shake and told him Matt. He replied “Matt Dillon ? From Centerfield High”? “Ya dawg, that’s me”. Jamie went on with “So you the bad ass quarter back that took us to the championship”? “Yup, that’s me” “damm dawg—you know I always heard another rep about you too” “Ya what was that “? I already knew where he was going, but I was gonna make him say it—just to see what was really up. “I heard you had the biggest dick at school” “well ya, as far as anybody knows. I never got challenged on it”. Jamie appears excited now—I could always peg them, and then says sinop escort “So what are we talking about here “? “It’s 10” hard dawg, and hang soft about 7 1/2”. “OMG dude, that’s like a horse”! I reply, “well, maybe a pony”, kinda chucklin. Jamie goes on with “you one lucky white boy” I reply with “Ya, and that’s just the start”. Intrigued now Jamie asks “ya, what else you mean”? “Well, check out these hairy legs, and big ass sz 13 feet” I was barefoot, and shirtless while sitting on the table. Just wearing some of those silky b-ball shorts that come down to your knees. I was saggin just a bit, showin about two inches of crack, with just a patch of hair rising up from my waist. Jamie says “Ya, that’s pretty fuckin hairy, and I can see you got pretty bushy pits too” . I says “ya they busy alright”. I raise my right arm up, making a muscle. We were sitting close enough that I was practically in his face. Jamie responds with “damm dawg, you stink”. I say to him “well we are at a skate park yo, and it is 101 out today” “Besides, I got a couple of “clients” that like a bit of funk on their trade”. Jamie looking purplexed ask me “clients” ? I just told him “I’ll tell ya later, lets go take a piss”. WE hop off the picnic table and walk towards the bath house. I pulled out the joint and fired it up, taking another hit. I hand it to Jamie, who hesitates. “Hit it dawg—it wont kill ya” He complies, and I could tell he prolly never smoked any dope. Not a pusher mind you, but like I said, one hit wont kill ya. What it will do, often, is make your dick and balls start tingling, and hanging down a bit low :)We get into the bath house. Jamie walks up to “urinal # 2” prolly thinking I would go to the forth one in the row. Dudes usually do that—leave space between where possible. But, not this time 🙂 I figure by now that Jamie didn’t show up at the park by accident this şırnak escort morning. And I was ready to get my dick wet. I walk up right beside him, urinal # 3. I hook my right thumb at the front of my shorts and pull them and my jock down below my balls, fully exposing an enormous bush, and ya, that big low hangin dick. I place my left hand up on the wall, above the urinal, letting everything hang free. Again, I got that pit right in his face. He kinda smirked—lookin kinda like Elvis, and said again “ya dawg—you stink” I just held my ground and grinned at him with “ya, I guess they pretty ripe by now, some dudes like that” with an evil grin. By now I can see that between the ripe funk of my pits, sweat dripping down the sides of my ribcage and the buzz of the joint, that Jamie was at the state of a horny drunk sailor. I finished up my piss, and turned to the left, now facing him. I stared him down right into his eyes, and just simply stated “on your knees” A look of almost horror came across his face, but he blindly obeyed. I had been gently stroking my now fully boned up cock. Ten massive inches, vein poppin, purple mushroom head, and ozzing fuck juice. I go on with “it’s like this dawg. You show up at the park, fresh meat. You come over and start chattin me up. I think you already knew who I was, and that I hung out here, and you come to check it out”. “So dawg, now your star quarter back fantasy with the biggest dick at school, is staring you right between the eyes” “Watcha gonna do”? At that time one of the other boys that had been skatin walks into the bath house. Jamie nearly passes out from fear. I make like a hitchiking motion with my left arm and tumb towards the boy that walked in, instructing him to go to one of the stalls. Some of the boys knew what was up at the park, and knew to walk in and out, and keep their mouth shut. One of those escort bayan unwritten rules 🙂 I grab Jamie by the hair, keeping him in check.The other boy leaves. I put my thumb to Jamie’s mouth, and make him open it. With my right fist, I guide my cock into it’s warmth. He starts slowly, just sucking the head, and licking up my pre-cum. I place my hand at the back of his head, pushing gently a few inches at a time. I let go of his head, and hook my thumbs in my shorts a jock again, pulling them down now to my thighs, exposing all the hairyness of my bush, balls, and ass. The aroma was pungent—I could even smell myself. Been about 3 days since I had a shower, in spite of the two heads in the bath house. The plan was to hook up with Mr. Wislon later that evening, and he liked it when I “smelled like a pig” Jamie had free will now—to continue or not. He started up and down, now taking the full length of my fuck stick down his throat, much to my surprise. Not many could handle it all. I could feel my head start to swell, like a dog. I was pretty fuckin horny myself, having been about 3 days since the last nut. Feeling my thighs tightening up now, I again grab Jaime by the hair, and pull him off my dick, which is now erupting with my massive “donkey load”. Spraying his chest and belly with shot after shot till he was totally soaked in my jizz. He blowed a pretty impressive stream himself, reaching about 2 feet across the floor, between my legs. I would usually pull out the first time I let a dude blow me, so I could proudly check out the mess I left on his torso. Jamie finally stands up, and reaches around the back of his shorts and pulls out his tee. I quickly grab him by the arm, and in that same low commanding voice say “uh uh dawg, wear it” He just looks at me and says “what” ?. I tell me “park rules dawg. You wear my junk for the rest of the day”Jamie simply responds “OK” and starts walking off. He gets a few feet, and turns around. “Hey Matt, for reals, how did you know”? “Shit dawg—you was pretty easy. Dont come to the park and not have a board” I throw him a shit eatin grin, and tell him “maybe next time we will see how tite ur hole is”

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BK-3 Fucks fagsRod was getting his ten-inch dick sucked. The head job was wet and sloppy from the half-Black-half-Filipino boi. “Oh yeah, faggit. Suck mah dick,” yelled the five-foot-nine-inch, dark-skinned man.“Yes, sir,” the sissy cocksucker replied“Oh shit! I’m finna fuck yo’ faggit ass!”“Oh yes, Daddy,” beamed the five-foot-three bottom.“Ben’ ovah, bitch!”Micki, who was the cock sucking faggot, bent over the motel room bed. He shook his soft, jiggly ass that had been pumped up with silicone injections.“Ben’ ovah, boi,” Rod slid his big dick in the sissy. “Take dis dick bitch! Yo ass so tight,” barked the fifty-seven-year-old.“Oh, Daddy! Fuck me! I love that big dick,” cried Micki.“Bitch! You got some good pussy. Take dis dick!”“Yes, Daddy!”“Take mah big dick! Love fucking yo’ li’l faggit ass!”“I’m your little punk faggot bitch!”“Hell yeah!”Rod and Micki changed positions to missionary. Rod declared, “You my sissy hoe!”“Yes, sir! I am,” opined Micki.“Damn you can take dick!”“Fuck my faggot ass. Fuck me like I’m your wife!”“Ahhhhhh shit! I’m finna nut!!!”Rod pulled out his giant dick and shot his nut all over Micki’s stomach. “Get some sleep, fag! I gotta get dis party set up tonight,” Rod said.Rod got dressed in his white button-down shirt, dark-wash jeans, and Miami Heat baseball cap. The gang leader walked to the front office. He confirmed with the manager that he had the conference room booked starting at three that afternoon until the morning. After that, he called Big Mark.“What up, brah,” Big Mark answered.“What time you bringin’ da liquor.”“I’ll be there in two hours.”“Cool. Just call me when you on da way.”“Bet!”Big Mark turned his attention back to the big booty Puerto Rican sissy sucking his dick. The dark-skinned, six-foot-two, two-hundred-sevety-pound brotha gripped the back of the faggot’s head. “Suck dat dick, faggit bitch,” commanded Big Mark.The diminutive five-foot-five, pale skinned bottom boi obeyed the order. His pink lips slid up and down the nine-inch pole. “Ben’ dat nevşehir escort ass over,” the former college football player demanded. “Yes sir,” purred the fuck slut.Big Mark admired the ample ass and said, “You got a phat muthafuckin’ ass. It was made for niggas to fuck.”“Yes, sir!”“You want dis big nigga dick in that booty hole, faggit?”“Yes, I do!”“Tell me you a hoe fah niggas!”“I’m a hoe for niggas!”Big Mark pushed inside the sissy. He slapped the cheeks repeatedly. “Damn, dat pussy tight,” he opined.“That dick is so big. Fuck my culo,” the blond-haired bottom hollered.“You takin’ dis big nigga dick. Fuck you like we in prison!”“”Yes, nigga Daddy!”“I’m finna fuck da shit outta you!”Big Mark flipped the bottom on his back. His 30-inch silver twisted rope chain dropped down onto the sissy’s chest. The faggot placed his hands on Big Mark’s muscular Pecs.Big Mark pounded away furiously. The sissy whined. “You like dat dick, baby,” the father of four inquired.“Yes, Daddy,” replied the sissy.“Ahhhhh! Fuck yeah,” Big Mark howled as he released his nut into the sissy.The Puerto Rican bottom hopped up to Big Mark a rag.The Black man toweled off and said, “I’m fucking you again tomorrow.” Then he left.Big Mark walked to his black 2014 Honda Ridgeline and headed to Jim’s Liquor Emporium. There, he bought three cases of Bud Light, three handles of vodka, three handles of Hennessy, and two handles of gin. He paid for the alcohol. He navigated his vehicle to the Wisteria Motor Hotel. Big Mark placed a call to Rod.“Yeah,” Rod answered.“On da way now.”“Bet. I’ll be waitin’.”Big Mark arrived about thirty minutes. Rod met his outside and hefted the load into the conference room refrigerator. Later that evening, the guests began to show up. The first wave was the members of BK-3. Big Mark returned.Next, was Zed. He was five-ten with a chocolate complexion and weighed one-ninety. His dick was eight0inches.Then Lennard got there. He was a brown-skinned Jamaican. He stood at five-eleven niğde escort and clocked in a one-eigthy-five. He was packing ten inches of cock.Tree arrived next. He was light-skinned and six-foot-one. At 200-lbs, he was trim and athletic.Lastly, Rufus pulled up in his red 2010 GMC Yukon Denali. The forty-nine-year-old was five-nine and weighed one-hundred-seventy-three-pounds.Lennard was now inside and having a beer and joking with the bruhs.Rod called Prissy to check on the status of him and the other bottom bois. Prissy confirmed they were twenty minutes away.Prissy had caramel-skin and was five-feet-four-inches. He weighed about a hundred and ten pounds.With him, he had Zavi who was high yellow and five-three. The Creole sissy weighed one-twenty and had a fat silicone injected ass. As well, Scarlet was on the trip. The brown-skinned sissy was a chubby five-foot-five thing with a gigantic ass and boi-titties.Kiki was along for the ride. He was dark-skinned and stood at five-feet-six-inches. His ass was huge and his waist was thin.And Micki was getting dressed in his room.Finally, Vic arrived. He was a red-bone nigga that had been in BK-3 for fifteen years. He parked his silver 2006 Lincoln LS. The five-ten, muscular ex-con walked inside. “Where da bitches at,” he yelled out.“Bout to pull up,” advised Rod.The sissies were packed tight in Prissy’s gray 2013 Nissan Sentra. The four of them got out of the car and rushed into the lobby. As requested they were all dressed in sweat suits, but underneath the outifts they were wearing boyshort panties and tank tops. The bottom bois marched into the conference roon. There was much fanfare at their entrance.Lennard barked in his Jamaican accent, “Git out dem clothes. Wanns see dem panties!”The other brothas chimed in.The bois began to disrobe. Rod gave a blunt to each of them. They blazed up and grabbed the cups of gin that had been waiting for them. As soon as they had puffed to their liking, Vic grabbed Kiki.“Come on in escort bayan dis cornah! I’ma fuck yo’ chocklit ass good,” Vic said.“Yes, Daddy,” agreed the big booty, dark-skinned boi.“take dem muh-fuckin’ panties off!”“Yes, sir!”“Now ben’ dat ass ovah, faggit!”Vic spat on Kiki’s bountiful ass. He smacked it for good measure.“Dat’s a pretty muh-fuckin’ booty,” Vic said as he stuffed his eight-incher in the boi.“Owwwww,” cried Kiki. “Fuck my boipussy!”“Yeah, faggit! Take mah dick!”Big Mark and Rod decided to tag team Zavi. The light-bright bottom was now sucking Big Mark off while Rod pummeled his sissy asspussy.“Suck dat dick, bitch,” Big mark demanded.“Yeah, faggit! Suck his dick. Take mah dick,” Rod yelled.“Give it to me,” Zavi said pulling his face from Big Mark’s tool.“Dis ass feel good,” Rod declared.“Lemme get in dat pussy!”Big Mark and Rod traded places. Big Mark rammed his nine inches into Zavi.“Oh fuck! Dat shit feel good,’ Big Mark commentd.Big Mark fucked Zavi with all his might.Tree and Zed we in another corner with Micki. The thugs were spanking Micki’s ample ass.“You want dis big dick in yo’ faggit ass,” asked Tree.“Yes! I do,” admitted Micki.“We finna fuck dat booty,” added Zed.Zed and Tree pulled out their dicks. Micki sucked them each. Zed’s eight-inch cook and Tree’s seven-and-a half inch member were sloppily sucked. “Ben’ ovah,” howled Tree.Tree shoved his meat into Micki. Tree rocked his hips from side to side. Micki sucked on Zed’s thick snake.Lennard was matched up Prissy.“I wanna cream in your cakes, faggit,” Lennard shared.“Come on, Daddy!”The five-eleven Jamaican pulled out his eight-and-a-half-inch cock. Prissy started to suck it. “Ah, shit,” Lennard yelled. “I’m reddy for yer puzzy!’Prissy bent over on the floor. Lennard shoved his sizable dick in Prissy.Prissy screamed, “Fuck me, Rasta!”“Ahhh. Puzzy is so tight,” Lennard said.“That dick is so fat and juicy. Fuck me like a faggot!”“Yeah! You my faggit bitch!”The last couple was Rufus and Scarlet. Rufus had Scarlet twerking for him with his big boi-boobs out. Rufus ordered, “Get on da flo!”“Yes, sir,” Scarlet capitulated.“Take mah dick,” the gang member said.“Ahhhhhhh! It’s huge,” whined Scarlet as Rufus stabbed his sissy booty hole.“Yeah, faggit!”The thugs and sissies fucked till morning.

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