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My flight was just pulling up to the gate at LAX. I am about to start my week long vacation, seeing my longtime, long distance lover, Curt. It’s been about three months since we were able to meet up in Las Vegas, and that’s just too long! Curt and I were lovers in college, but life, as it so often does, took us in different directions for many years. Thanks to the internet, we were able to get back in touch (in all ways) about 8 years ago.

I reach into the overhead compartment to remove my carryon, not realizing in time that my long black raincoat has come unbuttoned at the bottom and I just flashed my handsome seatmate my pink lace panties, garter and black stockings. I think he finally realized about halfway though the flight that I wasn’t wearing much under it, as I refused his offer to help me take it off when I sat down.

I want to surprise Curt as soon as we get inside the elevator at the hotel; he loves this kind of surprise. And luck is with me since it’s actually raining in southern California when I arrive, so I’m not going to be wearing a raincoat in 80-degree sunny weather.

As I approach the waiting area I scan the crowd anticipating seeing Curt again. I don’t see him, so I guess he must have gotten tied up in traffic on the way. I sigh and turn down the hallway toward baggage claim when I catch site of a buff guy with a great butt and a really sexy, military short haircut. I’m a sucker for really short hair on buff guys. I guess what grabbed my attention first was his build, it’s so similar to Curt’s, but Curt wears his hair about collar length. I decide I’ll get a better look at this guy so I adjust my course so I’ll walk by and I can try to get a look at him from the front.

Just as I’m about to walk up beside him, he turns around and grabs me and pulls me to him and kisses me hard on the mouth. My whole body jump-starts, it’s Curt kissing me senseless! I drop my bag and run my hands over his closely shorn hair, then let my right hand travel down to his chest. When we finally break apart, and I catch my breath, I ask, “When did you do this?” as I rub my hand back and forth over his head.

“Well, I know you always liked it when I had to have my hair short like this before, so I stopped on my way here and got it cut to surprise you. Do you like it?” he asks.

“You know I do!” I reply in a breathless whisper. I’m so turned on that he would do this for me. Now I’m really glad I decided to surprise him too.

He kisses me again hard and fast and grabs my hand. “Let’s get your bags and get out of here.”

We finally make it to the hotel and get checked in. Curt is at the desk and I’m overseeing the bellboy who will take our luggage up to the room. I tip him $20 and tell him not to bring the luggage up for at least an hour with a saucy wink as I check the buttons on my coat. He blushes and says “no problem, ma’am.”

I feel Curt behind me and he slips his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear “What did you say to make the poor kid blush that way?”

“Nothing, I just gave him a big tip,” I say as I wink at the bellboy again and we start toward the elevator.

As the elevator doors slide closed, I lean back against the wall and unbutton my raincoat slowly. Curt starts grinning as I start to reveal my surprise… “Is that what I think it is?” he asks with a groan.

“Yes. So you do remember…”

The first time I met Curt was the day I moved into the dorm at college. He came up and introduced himself and then offered to help me unpack. Long story short, he ended up with the box that had all my bras and panties in it, and pulled out my matching pink bra, panties and garter. He later told me that he had fantasies about me wearing them. After Curt left college and we lost touch, I packed them away and kept them, just in case. Now I’m glad I did because the look on kadıköy escort his face held such awe and lust, just like the first night I wore them for him.

“You were helping me study for my Oral Exams,” he said as he gazed at me leaning against the wall of the elevator. “You told me that I had to finish studying and then you had a surprise for me. I had told you I fantasized about you wearing this since the first day I met you and ended up unpacking all your unmentionables.”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Yes, and once you were done studying, I gave you a different kind of oral exam.”

Just as Curt let out a groan and started to pull me to him, the elevator arrived at our floor. “Quick, to the room!” he pulled me out of the elevator and rushed me down the hall, pressing my back up against the door and kissing me as he tried to get the key in the lock. We stumbled into the room and he kicked the door closed and ripped my coat open, filling his hands with my pink lace encased breasts, running his thumbs over my hard nipples. Our lips never parted as he removed my coat, sliding his hands up and down my body. I started on the buttons of his shirt as he backed me into the room. I got his shirt off just as my knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down with me as I fell backward onto the soft mattress.

Curt broke away from my lips and kissed his way down my neck to the tops of my breast just above the top of my bra, then let his mouth travel over the lace to suck my nipples through the lacy material. My first orgasm ripped through me hard and fast and I cried out. Then, as he used his teeth to lightly bite my nipples, I came again… and again.

As the aftershocks were making me shudder with pleasure, he lifted me up and placed me fully on the bed, carefully tucking a pillow under my head. His grin was contagious and I laughed softly. “Damn, you can still make me cum just that easy.”

“Just wait,” he said, “I’ve only just gotten started.” And with that, he slid his hands up and down my stocking covered legs. Curt loves the feel of nylon stockings. He finally works his way up to my panties, grabbing them and pulling them down over my legs as he gazes into my eyes. “Now, let’s see if I remember what you taught me…”

He lowers himself between my thighs, still running his hands up and down my stocking covered legs, “A is for always” and he uses his tongue to draw the letter “A” on the inside of my thigh and I moan. “B is for bulging” and he draws the letter “B” inside my other thigh. “C is for cock” and his tongue slowly draws the letter “C” across my shaved pussy lips… and I run my hands over his newly cut hair and try to pull him closer. “Not so fast, young lady,” he teases me. I am so hot and again on the edge of another orgasm as he uses his thumbs to part my swollen lips and say “D is for Donna’s sweet pussy” and wraps his tongue around my clit, making me cry out as I cum again with just the slightest touch of his tongue as he draws the letter “D” slowly.

“Uh-oh, now I’ve lost my place” he says. “let’s see… A is for always” and I thrust my hips up trying to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit.

“Please, Curt, skip the definitions!” I cry out as he grins up at me with that twinkle in his eye.

“OK, baby, just this once… a b c d e f g” he sings. “If I remember correctly, you like the letter i the best… a long slow stroke from top to bottom, then I have to make sure to dot that i thoroughly.” And he proceeds to lick from just under my clit all the way down my slick, wet, pussy, so very slowly, then he come back up and dots the i with great care and, most definitely does a thorough job. I cum three times while he’s “dotting” that i. “Oops, I skipped üsküdar escort the h.” he says with that sexy grin, “looks like I have to start over.”

“Oh, yes, you need to start over… NOW” I cry out as the aftershocks from the last orgasm, I think that was number seven, start making me quiver.

“Why don’t you call out the letters for me so I don’t lose my place again” Curt suggests as he again lowers his mouth to my waiting clit.

“A” I sigh out, and feel the tip of his tongue slowly draw an “a” across my throbbing clit. “B… c…” I’m cumming again and gasp out “d… e… f…”

“I… i… i… i…” I scream as I grip the sheets under me as another orgasm rips through me, lifting my hips and ass off the bed.

“Looks like we’ve got to start over again, we missed a couple of letters in there.” His face, shining with my juice, peeks up as Curt laughs and says “A.”

This time we make it all the way to the letter s, and Curt raises up and says “S if for soaking, which is what this bed is now.” I’ve cum so many times I’ve lost count, and I just look up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes. “And now, where was I…” Curt starts, but is interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Wait right there” he says, as if I could move if I wanted to, my whole body is a quivering boneless mass of orgasmic bliss.

“It was the bellboy” Curt says when he returns. “I tried to tip him, but he blushed and said you’d already taken care of it.” I couldn’t believe it had already been an hour, so I turned my head to see the clock. It hadn’t been an hour, but almost two!

“Mmmmm” I tried to speak, but just couldn’t get any words to form… “mmmmm, come… back… here” I finally manage. “You… haven’t… completed… the… whole… alphabet… yet.” I smile up at Curt.

He laughs and heads into the bathroom to grab a towel to dry off his face and chest. “Yes, my love.”

“A b c d e f g, h i i i i i…” he sings from the bathroom.

Laughing, I watch him walk back into the room; “Get naked and get back over here, you haven’t finished your exams yet!” I manage to get out.

Curt stops at the end of the bed and slowly unbuckles his belt while he’s slipping his shoes off. “Is this what you want?” he asks as he slowly lowers his zipper.

“Mmmm, you know it is” I moan. “It’s what I have always, and always will, want.”

His hard cock starts to come into view as he lowers his pants. I love it that he doesn’t wear underwear when I’m around. Then I notice that he’s had more than just the hair on his head shorn. His cock is jutting forward and his balls are smooth and hairless… just watching him is pushing me closer to another orgasm.

I raise one eyebrow and ask “what, the girl at supercuts didn’t want to stop at just the hair on your head?” Curt is a major flirt, and he can talk women into doing things… sexy outrageous things… just by giving them his sexy grin and a wink.

“She offered!” He said deadpan.

“I’ll bet she did. Blonde or brunette?” I ask with mock annoyance. He knows it turns me on when he tells me about the women he meets when we are apart.

“Redhead, with freckles.”

“Oh crap, not another redhead.” I groan. “I thought you’d had enough with redheads after what happened with Patsy.”

He laughs at my reference to his ex-wife. “Don’t ruin this, she was a cute little thing, about 22 I guess. She asked me why I wanted to cut off all my ‘glorious thick hair’ and get a GI. So, I told her that my incredibly sexy lover was coming in this afternoon for a visit and how much super short hair turns you on. She giggled and said you must be one very luck woman.” Curt finished as he sat on the edge of the bed beside me, his hand mindlessly running up and down my stocking covered leg.

“Then she leaned against my back, pressing tuzla escort her tits into my shoulders as she started cutting my hair.”

“And you were instantly hard” I laughed.

“No, I was hard when I walked in the door. I have been all week waiting for you to show up, you tease.” He says as he grabs my ankle and pulls me toward him on the bed. “And now it’s time for you to pay for keeping me in this state for so long.”

“Oh, no, please…” I beg with a laugh as he pulls me onto his lap for a long hard kiss.

We finally break apart. “So, finish telling me how you ended up…” I say as I lightly run my fingertips across his smoothly shaven balls.

“Well, she was looking over my shoulder, eyeing the bulge you cause, and asks if you just like short hair up top.” He says as he shudders as my teasing fingers continue to fondle his full balls. “And I said ‘no, she likes other areas shaved too, but I didn’t have time to take care of it this week.’ Then she whispers in my ear ‘I can take care of that for you before she gets here.'”

“And…”

“And then she got up and locked the door and lead me back to the shampoo area, where she shampooed my nearly bald head, and then, while I was still laying there, she grabbed a couple of towels and a strait razor and some lotion and knelt between my legs and proceeded to pull my pants down. Her eyes twinkled when she didn’t find anything but me under my zipper.” He groaned again as I circled my fingers around his throbbing cock and continued; “She lathered me up and said how much easier it was to shave me since I was hard and had such full balls. Then as she wiped me up, she offered to take care of that fullness for me.”

“I can tell you didn’t let her take care of it for you… thank you.”

“No, I told her I’d been saving up for you all week, and you’d be disappointed if I let her take care of me too well” he said as he continued to stroke up and down my legs. “But I did give her my cell number in case she was interested in joining us later in the week.”

I squeezed gently and kissed him, then said, “Well, since you’ve been waiting all week, why don’t you lay back and let me show you what I remember from our Oral Exams.”

He stretches back across the pillows and pulls me with him for another hot kiss. “Show me what you’ve got.”

As I start to slide slowly down his body I draw and “a” across his right nipple “A is for always” and I move to his left nipple “b is for bulging” and I lick my way further down. “C is for Curt’s Cock” I whisper and slowly make little “c’s” across the head of his cock.

“D is for Donna’s talented tongue” Curt moans as his hands wrap in my shoulder length blonde hair. “And e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l….” he continues slowly as I lick the letters along his smooth balls and the length of his throbbing cock.

“M is for mmmmmmmmmmmm” I moan as I take his hard length into my mouth and slide my lips all the way down his shaft and back up. “N is for Now… cum for me now, baby” I say as I take him deep into my mouth again and again. His hips jerk and his hold on my hair increases as he starts to shoot his hot cum into my mouth. Finally, he relaxes back against the bed and I continue… “O is for oh yes” I circle the sensitive head of his still hard cock with my tongue.

“P, q, r, s…” I continue, then start working my way back up his body until I get to his lips and drag my tongue across them in a letter z and kiss him.

“Very good, you get a B on your oral exams” Curt whispers in my ear.

“Only a B??” I ask with a twinkle.

“Yes, only a B, since I’m still hard a steel” he says as he slaps my ass and then flips us over so I’m pinned under his muscular body with the tip of his cock teasing my pussy lips. “You’ll need to do some extra credit to improve your grade.” He tells me as I feel his cock slide balls deep inside me.

“Ok, I’ll do whatever it takes…” I sigh as finally, my lover is buried deep inside me and he starts stroking slowly in and out of my tight wet pussy… “Harder… I’ll work harder if you will,” I beg as I wrap my legs around his and clench my pussy around his cock over and over, driving us both.

To be continued.

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We were on the phone sharing fantasies. It started out innocent enough. I wanted a quiet, yet powerful session of lovemaking. He expressed his desires for that as well, but added some twists that I could not resist—so much so, that I had decided at that moment to make the scene a reality.

We were going to meet at our usual place. I wanted to prepare my body properly to present to him. I showered, paying extra detail to shaving. Oh so smooth, and now with a heart-shaped patch, I perfumed and began to dress. I had purchased a new toy recently and he requested that I ready myself for him by wearing it that morning. I obliged by lubricating my new anal plug, and watched myself in the mirror as my hungry ass swallowed it up. A rush came over me knowing it would be replaced soon… but there was more to come first.

He was waiting for me. He answered the door and pulled me inside. Our embrace was strong and urgent. It had been SO LONG since we last touched. There were kisses, both soft and hungry. Just as he was about to speak, I let him know with a “shhhh” motion kadıköy escort that there was an agenda for the day. He knew immediately what it was. A devilish smile came across his face.

Teasing his eyes with a seductive move or two, I peeled my shirt and skirt from my body, leaving my thong panties in place and returning to kiss him once more. More heated than before, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Every movement of my body shifted the plug in my wanting, needing ass and he knew it.

My hands quickly found his cock. I went to work stripping his clothing and fondling his erection—MY erection. I licked my lips and dropped to my knees in front of him. Gazing up to meet his eyes, I laid out my tongue for the first taste of what I craved to be inside me. Anywhere. Everywhere. And my mouth showed it. Licking up and down the shaft, closing over the head, his excitement grew with mine. I looked up to his face again as his fingers gripped into my hair and he thrust his üsküdar escort cock deep into my mouth. I gladly accommodated his growing need, knowing I was preparing him for me. Pulling from his grip, grasping his cock firmly, I painted his hot dripping cock over my lips. Sloppy from my mouth and mixed with pre-cum, he watched his head slip over my closed mouth. He was ready. We both knew what was next.

Still silent I crawled onto the bed, kneeling for him to view my ass in the air. Now he could see it for certain. Peeling my panties down my thighs, he gave the plug a playful tug. HE was in control now. Wet cock in hand he placed himself closer behind me. But it was not my ass that he entered as I had expected. His cock plunged hot and hungry into my dripping pussy. He KNEW it would be ready for him. With my ass already full and now my pussy tight with cock, I couldn’t help buy scream out, grabbing at the bed.

We were both enjoying the pleasures of that tight fuck, but there was a fantasy to complete. Pulling from my tuzla escort hot folds, his fingers found the plug again. He tugged it out. My gaping ass before him, he brought his tongue to my tender opening before bringing his cock back to me again. My ass was on fire. The plug prepared me perfectly for him. I was opened and ready. He was ready too. He pushed inside. My ass clenched tight. There was the crack of his hand spanking my ass. There was his cock. There was his length thrusting into me. There was another SMACK. All in a glorious blur, digging at the bed with my hands, dropping to my shoulders with my ass still high and HIS—he fucked me. His cock grew with anticipation. With a full thrust his rock hard balls slapped up against me and he erupted. Pulling back and pushing again–tighter, deeper, he pulsed more. He lifted my hips to meet his body, letting my ass milk his cock. He kneaded my ass cheeks around him, massaging his base. Now both exhausted, I pulled him down to feel his powerful body lay upon mine. We rested, with his spent cock and creamy load still held inside me.

After hours of sweet playfulness and eventually resting peaceful in each other’s arms, our eyes quietly met again. Instantly, we both smiled. This fantasy day was not over yet. I reminded him of HIS necessary preparation, got dressed and headed off to work.

I’ll be back later tonight and this time, I’ll be wearing PANTS 😉

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Matt stood on the porch of Mandy’s home and waited for her to answer her door. It was the perfect summer day. The air was balmy, and the sky overcast with intermittent patches of blue and sunshine painting brilliant patches of color through the clouds and on the landscape. He and Mandy had only planned on being together outside. He loved being with her, and her absence for even a day was painful.

He stepped off the porch to stand on the cool soft grass and cool his shoe-less feet. Even though he was shirtless, he felt no chill. Nor was there any extreme warmth that would spoil a walk in the park with a most amazing woman.

He was scanning the nearly empty wooded park across the street from her home when he heard her come through the front door. He didn’t turn to look at her, but rather, closed his eyes with his arms folded across his chest and listened as she closed and locked the door. The screen door slammed as it’s spring pulled it shut behind her. He listened to the flip flop of her sandals as she skipped down the cement stairs, and anticipated her touch.

Playfully she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest and under his folded arms. She grabbed the short hairs on his chest causing sharp stabs of pain as she tugged. She giggled as he squirmed but held on tight, pressing her chest tight against his naked back. She had not been able to keep him off her mind. The anticipation of holding herself tight against him occupied her every moment as she carefully prepared herself for the afternoon of being with him.

Her squeeze filled Matt’s mind with images of her bosom as her soft flesh flattened against him, and her pelvis connected with his backside. His manhood stirred. He stood and relished the moment.

Mandy moaned with joy as her body joined with his. She flattened her hands and gently caressed his hard chest and belly, maintaining a tight but comfortable hug.

“Hey, good lookin. Whatcha been cookin….” she sang as she savored the embrace.

Matt suddenly broke from her grasp and sprinted ten feet, then swiveled and crouched with his knees bent and his hands open and ready to spar. His intense gaze and broad unbidden smile surprised her and she stood with her arms still extended as she tried to hold him. His silly look struck her and she broke out into uncontrolled laughter. She nearly collapsed as her knees bent and she folded in half.

She suddenly felt Matt as he grabbed her, forcing her back, and up as he lifted her onto his shoulder as if she were a sack sarıyer escort of potatoes. She screamed and flailed as she giggled. Her sandals flung and she teasingly hit is back with closed fists.

Matt effortlessly lifted her off his shoulder as his hands securely held her bare midriff and lowered her to the ground on her back. He straddled her and deftly tickled her sides as she unsuccessfully tried to fend off his ruthless attack.

Although he was playful, his mind was awash with the beauty of her mirthful face and bare shoulders. The only obstacle to her generous bust was a vale of thin opaque lime green material that fit loosely around her chest, but snug enough below her breasts to keep from falling off, and it was draped over her left shoulder and joined the back and front panel with a brass ring just above her heart. Her erect nipples pushed out and the fluid motion of her breasts as he wrestled her mesmerized him. He had to constrain himself from touching her there.

Mandy stopped struggling and let her arm limply fall to the grass. She gazed into his infinitely blue eyes and smiled.

“You naughty boy.” was her only comment as she watched him ravish her chest with his eyes. The physical contact of his pelvis against her pubis had begun to excite her and she felt the material covering her sex dampen. She looked down at his crotch, and saw the bulge under his loose faded jeans.

“Get off me and help me up,” she requested, and he reluctantly complied.

As he stood, he saw the dampened white cotton cloth covering her pussy, which fit tight against her folds. He took her hands and lifted her to her feet. She pulled the short white tube skirt down to cover her panties. The skirt barely covered her from just above her pubis to an inch or two below her crotch. The hardness of his cock was becoming painful and he needed something to distract him, or he was going to need to fuck.

He waited for her to get her sandals on and then took her by the hand and led her across the street to the park. The sky darkened and the clouds hung low, and as he strolled with her across the street it began to rain. He stood with her, holding her hand. Their faces turned upward towards the heavy laden clouds and let the rain soak them entirely.

Mandy began to sing and laugh and skip in the pouring rain as she continued to hold Matt’s hand.

“Oo, I hear laughter in the rain
Walking hand in hand with the one I love
Oo, how esenyurt escort I love the rainy days
And the happy way I feel inside”

She felt giddy and loved to sing. The mood was perfect for one of her favorite songs, and in her head she heard Neil Sedaka on the oldies station.

Matt also felt incredibly light as he held on to Mandy’s hand and smiled as he watched her circle him dancing and singing. As her green top became soaked, it also became transparent and revealed her breasts and nipples.

He joined in singing with her Neil Sedaka, “Laughter In the Rain”.

At the top of their lungs they sang the refrain, “Oo, I hear laughter in the rain…”

Mandy stopped singing and looked at Matt as he added, “I feel the warmth of her hand in mine”

Matt pulled Mandy into him and cuddled her as he softly sang the second verse, “After a while we run under a tree…”

He finished singing the verse and they share a kiss. Mandy begins to run, pulling Matt with her into the park. Matt sees a large tree and pulls Mandy with him to the tree and stops where the large trunk blocks them from the view of anybody that might be driving or walking down the street.

Matt takes her firmly into his arms and initiates a passionate kiss.

Mandy aggressively extends the embrace into groping his mouth with her tongue. Her arms are around his neck and her hands pull his head into her lascivious attack.

Matt’s hands instinctively caress the sides of her chest, closing in on her breasts, trying to find any opening, but she is pressing too hard, grinding herself into him.

Mandy, aware of Matt’s attempts breaks her embrace and turns, pressing her back against his chest and grinding her ass into his hard cock. She pulls her top up off her breasts as Matt finally is able to knead her heaving chest.

Matt fills his hands with her voluptuous mounds. He takes her hard erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently pinches and rolls them. He feels Mandy respond with wanton gyrations as his cock is pressed between her butt cheeks. The motion is rapidly bringing him to a critical juncture and he feels her hand undo his webbed belt and unfastening his jeans

Mandy turns back to face Matt and pulls her tube skirt onto her belly, then grabs Matt by the forearms and pulls him as she lowers herself to the soft wet grass, then scoots herself away from the tree giving Matt ample access to fuck her.

Matt pulls his cock from the fly without dropping his jeans avrupa yakası escort and kneels between Mandy’s legs. He pulls the fabric of her panties to the side of her pussy, and in the missionary position enters her. Slowly at first, to cover himself with her thinly viscous, generous copulatory flow. When both he and she are adequately lubricated he begins earnestly pumping his cock into her.

Mandy, being at her most fertile moment, is extremely aroused. After only a few thrusts of Matt deep inside her she spasms with her first orgasm. She feels Matt push against the resistance of her vaginal contraction, and winces at the heightened sensitivity of her clit caused by her cumming. The discomfort passes as she begins to rise again toward her second orgasm.

Matt is encouraged by Mandy’s involuntary jerking as she cums, and the tightening around his cock adds to his rising pleasure. Steadily he continues his rhythmic fucking knowing at this moment that he has passed the point where ejaculation in eminent. He slows, to pace himself and hopefully allow Mandy to cum again before he unleashes his payload.

Mandy feels the change in pace. She knows Matt is about to begin the crescendo of depth and frequency of his thrusts. She responds as she rapidly begins rising toward her next climax. She suddenly explodes into orgasm that eclipses the first, and her pelvis begins to thrust against Matt’s efforts as his breathing rate increases.

Matt is astonished at how Mandy seems to be on fire and he can’t stop himself from pumping her faster. Her assisting thrusts pushes him forcefully inside her to his maximum depth. His body becomes rigid as he feverishly pumps. He climaxes and feels the copious flow of semen rush out of him in waves of erotic pleasure.

Mandy is fulfilled as she feels Matt slump against her. She loves how it feels to be filled with his hot cum, and then the relaxed embrace of heaviness against her and feel of him as he withers and slips from her. She pushes Matt off of her onto his back. She crawls on top of him in a 69 position. The taste of her juices mixed with his excites her again as she takes his limp penis into her mouth. She feels Matt reciprocate as his rough tongue slips between her pussy lips, caressing her sensitive vaginal flesh. She twitches as he plays with her clit. She is going to cum again.

Matt and Mandy emerge from behind the trunk of the tree, somewhat disheveled. Mandy’s top has dried to the point that the fabric is no longer transparent. Her skirt covers her soiled panties that are no longer white, but stained with mud, grass, semen, and vaginal flow. Matt’s face still has splotches of Mandy’s juices dried and beginning to crust. Both of them appear a bit dazed, but in a state of ecstasy as they hold on to each others waist and lazily return to Mandy’s home across the street.

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The male parts in this tag story are written by NotReallySure.

Object of Desire

He:

I stepped out from the elevator into the hotel lobby. I had no idea why I was even there, except that I knew that if I didn’t do it, I would regret it the rest of my life.

It all started out so innocently. I had read a story on Literotica which caught my eye. This led me to the bio page of a female writer, who had published a number of other stories as well. I found myself looking up from my computer, a half hour later, after finishing the last one.

There was something about the stories which captured my imagination. They were all ostensibly biographical, but the writer had been careful to avoid any description of the main character in her stories. However, there was something about them that conjured up a powerful image, of an incredibly sexy woman.

As I lie awake that night in bed, before drifting off to sleep, I found myself fantasizing about the woman from the stories. In my dream, she was straddled over me, her face close to mine, nipples brushing gently across my chest. Despite the lack of any physical description, I found myself imagining a very specific woman in my fantasies, with long brown hair, soft sensual skin, and breasts which were just large enough to swing pendulously below her as she rocked her hips.

The fantasy unfolded further, my imagination wandering freely as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it was as if I had spent the entire night in the embrace of this mysterious woman.

The next day, I sent my unknown author an email, expressing my thanks for sharing her erotic visions with me. After all, it was the least I could do to repay her for having provided me with such a wonderfully sexy focus for my fantasies. I assumed that it would all end there, or perhaps with a brief note of thanks in recognition.

However, it seems that this woman had other ideas. She seemed to like the idea of being a focus for my fantasies. She even sent me a (censored) photo of herself. And after a brief exchange of pleasantries (and teases), she decided to go me one further – she told me she was sending me a video clip related to my fantasy. Almost without warning, it appeared in my inbox.

I have to admit that, when she first said that she was sending me a clip related to the fantasy that I described to her, I was somewhat skeptical. After all, reality is seldom (if ever) as satisfying as fantasy, and it was hard for me to see how a video clip downloaded from the web could add much to the experience. So it was with some hesitation that I opened the file that she sent.

I was wrong. Really wrong.

The clip was not LIKE my fantasy. It was EXACTLY my fantasy. It was the woman from my fantasy, down to almost every last detail.

The man in the video (not surprisingly) didn’t do much for me. But the woman. Ohhhh, the woman. Grinding herself onto him as she bent over him, nipples grazing his chest. Kissing passionately as every possible inch of exposed skin slid in exquisite contact. Her right arm wrapped tenderly around his head. And then the little gesture that really got to me – the sensuous flip of the right wrist, the hand deftly tucking some stray hair behind her lovely ear. Then straightening up to take him deeper, her head rearing back, knees rearranging themselves to clasp his sides and support her weight, her hips undulating with the rhythm.

My mouth was hanging open when it finished. After I got over my original astonishment – and arousal – I rewound it to watch it again. Whereupon I was faced with even more surprises. My thoughts as I watched it through for the second time were:

What a goddess. The most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She looked almost familiar, somehow. Hmmm, the shoulder-length brown hair. You know, I must be crazy. I only saw a photo from the front, mostly clothed. If I didn’t know better, it could just possibly be the same woman, naked from behind. Hmmmm. The camera angle was fixed, as if someone who set it up in their bedroom to tape themselves. Glancing down at the filename – “Trina6”. Nooooo, it couldn’t be……. Could it????

I have to say, just the thought (however unlikely) that it might actually be her made me instantly…… well, it made me. With chills running up and down my spine at the same time.

I didn’t know what to say. Except that I found it incredibly difficult to get any real work done for the rest of that day.

We continued to exchange emails for the next few weeks. I don’t know what kept her writing, but I was absolutely enthralled at being let into the mind of a woman who actually liked sex, and was happy to encourage my fantasies. Of course, I knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and was careful not to step over the line. But somewhere along the way, the distinction became blurred – I found myself wondering about the possibility of actually meeting this woman some day. Sex wasn’t the issue – I was fascinated at the idea of having the opportunity istanbul escort to round out my picture of her, to experience the whole, to hear her voice and maybe feel the touch of her fingertips.

The opportunity came sooner than I expected. I had a business meeting scheduled in her city, with the chance to extend my trip for a day without incurring any undue curiosity from my coworkers. Did I dare even suggest it?

I agonized over it for a night. As I drove to work the next day, I still hadn’t decided. But as I sat down at my computer, I found myself composing a note. I suggested that we meet in a public place, where she would feel safe. I simply wanted to see her, to experience her in person.

I don’t even remember what else I said. I only remember feeling like a fool for even entertaining such a silly idea. What woman would put herself into such an impossible position?

And then she said yes. She agreed to meet me in the lobby of my hotel, on the evening after my scheduled meetings.

I don’t even remember the flight, or the business meetings that day. All I could think of was the anticipation of that evening. I made my excuses for not joining my coworkers for dinner that night, claiming fatigue from the long day of negotiations, and hurried back to my hotel to shower and change. As I closed the door of my hotel room behind me, I thought, “What an idiot you are! You won’t be able to get even one intelligent word out of your mouth. Do you have any idea of how big a fool you are about to make of yourself?”

The elevator doors opened, and I had no choice but to step out into the lobby. I glanced around the room, trying to pick her out of the crowd, not sure whether she would even show up. And then I saw her.

She:

My friend Jo thought I was stupid. Really stupid. I had only one confidante who was up to speed on my internet erotica project, and the burgeoning email relationship to which it had led. She was incredulous that I should meet him. My boyfriend certainly didn’t know how far it had gone, but not even I knew how far it had yet to go.

I had many ‘positive’ responses to the stories I had submitted to the Literotica website, not as many full-on perverts as you’d think. The first four stories were already typed up and ready to post with a few minor adjustments – I had put them in black-and-white many years before as part of a game to titillate my partner – and, right from the first one being approved, the response was immense. I could not believe how many men (and women) were reading about my sordid tales of sex with strangers.

It hadn’t crossed my mind beforehand but being a woman and writing such uninhibited tales was giving me an invigorating power. Men wanted me, they wanted to do many, many things to me. They wanted to be acting in the role of the taxi driver or the meter man who got so very lucky in my memoirs. It felt so good. Not that I was lacking in attention at home you understand – I was very happy in all aspects of my life – but I’d always had a wicked side, a naughty, dark, sexual side. This was feeding my need to be naughty.

David emailed me shortly after I had submitted a tale of illicit hotel sex with a bell-boy. He was so polite compared with the others, polite but chatty, and I took an instant shine to him. We exchanged emails and, maybe because he was less forthcoming in telling me what he wanted to do with me, I began to get more involved. First, a photo, with my face blurred out. Then one night, after a few glasses of wine, I felt the urge to send him a one-minute clip of me having sex with my ex-husband. I was on top – David’s favourite position for fantasizing, I had learnt – and the camera angle meant you couldn’t see my face. So no harm there, I thought, just naughtiness. But over the next few weeks he saw quite a bit more of me on that squeaky single bed, and now here he was – standing in front of me, smiling nervously, in a hotel lobby.

I felt fairly confident in going there. He had emailed me his home and work addresses for me to check him out. He was on a business trip in London and suggested we could meet at his hotel, a busy up-market joint in the West End, maybe have a few drinks in the bar. I agreed, realizing I was perhaps playing with fire. But something had awoken in me. I felt the Trina of 10 years ago resurfacing, I felt powerful again, and it was quite possible David was going to get both barrels.

I traveled into town the week before our meet to check out the hotel – reassure myself that it was a suitably bustling environment in which to meet a stranger. All seemed well and there was one final email off David before he left for his trip just to check I hadn’t changed my mind. I hadn’t, he hadn’t.

See you in three days.

I was thoroughly nervous all day before our 7pm meeting time. I suddenly realized that what I had long been planning to wear avcılar escort might be construed as a little too ‘eager’. I spent all day thinking and re-thinking – this was a difficult one for a girl to call. I genuinely did not know how far the evening was going to go, but no matter how politely we spoke about the meeting there was always the underlying factor that had driven us together – sex. It was hanging gratuitously in the air above us, slithering below us, suffocating the air around us as we exchanged emails. There was an unwritten promise that something might happen.

That being the case, my best lingerie was a no-brainer. I started from scratch in planning my outfit and, for underwear, dug out a black lace ensemble that I was fond of, with tiny red roses embroidered along every edge of the panties and bra. I had been wearing hold-up stockings in the video clips David had seen and wondered whether he would like me to do the same tonight. They always seemed to make me feel extra sexy so I went for it, black with lace tops of course. A stylish knee-length charcoal grey skirt, my favourite black boots and a low-cut black shirt were each laid out on the bed. Perfect: sexy and stylish, slightly mysterious yet saying ‘come and get me’, not too obvious yet catching the eye of any heterosexual man. It was only 3pm…

After at least six changes of mind I was leaving my flat at about 6pm, perfect make-up, glossy hair bouncing as I walked to the station in just the outfit I had laid out on my bed a few hours earlier. The evening was fresh and still, full of people on their way home from work or on their way out to dinner … or on their way out to meet a strange – married – man at a hotel after emailing him videos of you getting screwed.

I was sat on a leather chair in the lobby when he showed up. He smiled down at me, saying a rather hoarse “hi”. I stood to shake his hand, not knowing what else to do, and we looked at each other for what seemed an age. I could tell he was trying hard to look only at my face, and not be a typical man, so I thought I’d rescue him. “Shall we go to the bar then?” I said with a smile, and walked on ahead.

We sat with our drinks in the corner. He was typically complimentary about me, I asked about his meeting, he asked about London, I asked if we could do another story together… A few hours, and drinks, later I suddenly realized we were still laughing and chatting and – more pertinently – there was touching of each other’s arms, knees and hands as the flirting escalated. I decided to let a foot dangle by his shin under the table, let the hard toe of my knee-high black boots prod and eventually stroke his leg.

He smiled and looked at me as I grazed his trousers under the oak table. “You’re much sexier in the flesh you know,” he said.

“That’s a lovely thing to say,” I replied. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” I let out a chuckle. “I’m off to powder my nose.”

I rose from my chair, picking up my bag, and concentrated on leaving the table and walking over to the ladies’ room with the maximum slinky sexiness. Despite three or four glasses of wine I thought I carried it off well – surely well enough for him to be staring at my ass as I walked away.

In the confines of my toilet cubicle I took a few deep breaths and tried to think clearly for a moment. He seemed a totally genuine guy – and I liked to think I was a good judge of character (though don’t we all?) – and on top of that I was getting hot for it. I did some minor adjustments to my lingerie, checked my hold-ups were still clinging perfectly to my thighs and went out to touch up my make-up. I thought I looked good, and replacing the lipstick that had been deposited on the evening’s wine glasses only served to boost my confidence further. Back out I went…

I approached the table and noticed he had finished his drink. He looked up: “I think it’s my turn to buy, Trina.”

“Or we could just take a bottle of champagne up to your room?”

He sat and stared. His mouth moved a little as if he was going to reply, but nothing came out. I began to wonder whether he wasn’t too keen. “Shall I sit back down?” I laughed nervously.

“No no no no,” he said, standing. “Sorry I was just shocked. I mean, I wasn’t really expecting… um, I’d love to obviously.” He took a deep breath. “Look, sorry. I’ve just been convincing myself you wouldn’t want to ‘see my room’ so that there was no danger of me being disappointed tonight. I guess I wasn’t expecting you to suggest it, either. Let’s go get some bubbly.”

With that we were on our way up in a lift to his room, a bottle of iced champagne and two glasses on order with room service. Thankfully the lift had a few other guests in, heading off any chance of an uncomfortable moment. We got to the fifth floor and I followed as he stepped out into the corridor. Just a short walk, through the fire doors, and then he pulled the card-key from his pocket. Room 512 opened with a click.

He:

She şirinevler escort was what a hack writer would have described as “a vision of loveliness”. No one feature stood out, but the whole was everything that a man could dream about. She was breathtaking – literally so. I found myself unable to speak an intelligible word.

She put me out of my misery by standing up to shake my hand, and then suggested that we move to the bar off the lobby, where we could talk. I gathered what few wits I still had about me – those that were still left after her touch on my hand drove most of the remaining intelligent thoughts that I still had right out of my head – and followed her into the bar.

Only two minutes into our first meeting, and this was not going at all as I had expected. I had underestimated the power of my fantasies, and the effect of confronting them head-on. I barely noticed the barmaid who took our drink orders.

The conversation started awkwardly. But within ten minutes, I was relaxed and enjoying myself. She had a way about her – simple, direct, and unaffected. We exchanged stories about the restaurant that she managed, and the projects that I’d been involved in, laughing together at people and things. We shared experiences about raising children, some hilarious and others not so at all.

I quite literally lost track of the time. And I felt completely at ease, just enjoying the opportunity to be with a warm, articulate, and appealing woman who seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Somehow, she was no longer the “object of my desire” who left me tongue-tied; she was a friend, sharing herself freely and expecting nothing more than that in return.

I realized with a start that over three hours had passed, almost unnoticed, and thought that, while I had no desire for this evening to end, she probably needed to be on her way. I was just about to say something that would give her an opportunity to make her excuses and go, when something happened to distract me entirely.

I felt the tip of a boot stroke my leg once slowly. And then again.

All at once, sex reared its ugly head once more. Except that it wasn’t ugly at all – it was wonderful and overpoweringly seductive. The “object of my desire” had returned, with a vengeance. Except this time, it wasn’t in the guise of some fantasy figure – it was a real live flesh and blood woman, who turned me on and made me laugh at the same time. The combination was irresistible.

I looked up at her, and her eyes were sparkling, with a wicked gleam. Without thinking, I said the first thing that came to my mind: “You’re much sexier in the flesh, you know.”

I regretted the words almost as soon as they left my mouth, fearing that they would put a damper on what had been such a lovely evening. But she just smiled and said “What a lovely thing to say! Flattery will get you everywhere, you know.”

She got up and excused herself to go powder her nose. I found my eyes riveted to her bottom as she sashayed across the floor, hips swaying seductively under her skirt. The promise was unmistakable, but I was reluctant to break the spell of such a wonderful evening by suggesting that it might turn into something more. I gulped down my drink, and tried to come up with some clever way out of my dilemma.

I was still debating my next move when she returned. Not wanting to make a mistake, but not wanting the evening to be over yet either, I said the first thing that came to mind: “I think it’s my turn to buy, Trina”.

Fortunately, she was a woman who knew her mind, and wasn’t afraid of speaking it. “Or we could just take a bottle of champagne up to your room?”

It was like looking my fantasy right in the eye. I was speechless. Trina must have thought she had said something wrong, and I saw she was about to get flustered. I liked her too much to let her feel uncomfortable about having made such a wonderfully bold suggestion.

“No no no no,” I said, standing. “Sorry, I was just shocked. I mean, I wasn’t really expecting… Oh, hell yes – I’d love to!” I took a deep breath. “Look, you turn me on more than any woman that I’ve ever known. I’ve just been convincing myself that you wouldn’t want to ‘see my room’, so that there was no danger of me being disappointed tonight. I guess I wasn’t expecting you to suggest it, either. Let’s go get some champagne.”

That wicked smile returned to her lips, and the sparkle to her eyes. I had to have her. I would return tomorrow to my family, and she to her boyfriend. But for just this moment in time, we only wanted each other.

I stopped off at the register to sign my bill and order a bottle of champagne to my room, and we moved off to the elevator, with her arm linked sexily in mine. As the doors opened, I leaned forward to enter the elevator and sweep her into my arms, until I suddenly realized that there were an elderly man and woman standing there. I stumbled into the elevator, pulling her behind me as I suddenly checked my “move”.

“Pretty suave, sailor!” she laughed. The elderly couple raised their eyebrows, but didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to. I pressed “Five” and we rode the rest of the way up in smirking silence. As the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her hand and we ran down the corridor laughing. The key card worked the first try (thankfully), and I let her into my room.

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A very short, spontaneous, roughly edited piece I wrote tonight in bed. Be kind in reviews, this was just a bit of fun xxx

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I love my fiancé. I really do. I had never considered myself the cheating kind of guy. I had always been a loyal relationship-man.

These very thoughts flashed through my mind as I watched this stunning little brunette bombshell, who was most certainly not my fiancé, enthusiastically bouncing around on my cock. I thought of my fiancé as this beauty repeatedly impaled herself on my cock, screaming out as her tiny cunt stretched to wholly accommodate me.

No. I wasn’t the cheating kind.

But here I was, my aching balls buried to the hilt in a girl I had only met moments earlier. Here I was, trying desperately hard not to explode into her too prematurely. I needed this to last. If I had gotten myself in this situation, well fuck… I had to make it worthwhile!

We had met that night, at the beach. I had been having an evening surf and as I walked back up to my car I found her leaning against it. My cock lurched in response to the very sight of this lovely brunette, who wore tiny denim shorts and a sheer white lace tank top, and who was leaning ataşehir escort against my ute casually. She was speaking to me but I was distracted by her toned legs, her curvy waist, her pouty lips. Lips perfect for wrapping around my…

“Well?” Her singsong voice cut through my forbidden thoughts.

“Well what?” I asked, dumbly. My face felt red. I silently urged my dick to behave.

“Uh… I just told you my car had broken down… I asked you for a lift to town. So…?”

I found myself nodding a little too enthusiastically. She smiled and unfolded her crossed arms. She was even more beautiful when she smiled.

“Thankyou! I can’t tell you how much of a relief that is. I thought Id be stuck here, then I saw your ute. I thought I’d just wait here until the owner returned and hitch a ride back into town.”

I just nodded, mute.

I told her to wait while I changed. I made my way to the shower block and turned on the outdoor shower. As I showered I turned back, glancing at the girl waiting for me, wicked thoughts running through my mind. Thoughts that mainly entailed this girl naked, slurping on my cock, taking it from behind, ümraniye escort riding me…

Fuck, man. I am a happily taken man. Sex with my fiancé may be rare lately, very rare, but that was no reason for me to stray!

We drove to her house. We maintained pleasant smalltalk the entire way. She asked me in. And I followed, like an obedient puppy dog. She offered me a beer. I accepted. She asked me to come to her bedroom. I followed, all too willingly.

And then it happened. The moment in which you have an opportunity – your last opportunity – to back out before plunging into a situation in which you know is near impossible to back out from. The moment that once passes you are too far gone…

I won’t lie, once she slipped out of her shorts and sank to her knees I had completely forgotten all about my fiancé. She was far out my mind when my little beach girl pulled my cock out of my boardies and proceeded to suck me off, with such enthusiasm.

I was a bad, terrible, shameful man. I stood there without even a single word or sound of protest as this gorgeous stranger slurped greedily over my cock.

I nearly came kadıköy escort to my senses. For a very brief moment. And then the now naked beauty was straddling me, filling her incredibly tight cunt with my cock. And then she was bouncing on me, fucking me, grinding her clit into me, screaming…

I had my hands on her hips and guided her. I guided her up and down on my engaged cock, desperate to empty my load inside her. I cared about nothing more than my dick and her sweet, tiny cunt. Nothing else mattered. No one else.

She came violently on me. Her pussy started spasming. It felt like she was milking me, her muscles clenching furiously hard. I was climaxing too, my load pumping deep inside her. She was bucking and arching her back. Her perfect tits, her sweat-slicked fit little body… she was so damn delicious!

We both came hard. She swore repeatedly, her whole body shaking as she pressed her palms into my chest to steady herself. I wanted to shout in pleasure but instead let out a deep, low growl.

She climbed off my softening dick and kissed me softly. It was our first kiss. And I knew it would be our last. I got dressed and quickly left. I started to drive home, a mixture of emotions. Part intense guilt. Part insanely satisfied.

I had just cheated. I was a cheater. It felt so wrong and dirty and I knew deep inside myself I would never ever stray again. But I also had the sweet satisfying memory of the sexiest, sluttiest girl I’d ever met, and her gorgeous face as she came violently on my cock.

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He heard the water sloshing in the bathroom as he walked past, heading to bed. She was in there soaking in the warm water, allowing the liquid to flow and run over her barely covered breast. He knew already her nipples would be hard and willing for his touch. The thought had never occurred to him before this moment of what it would feel like to run his hands over her hard nipples while the water caressed them, making them feel soft and slick at the same time. This urged him back towards the bathroom to peek in to see what he could see.

The site that met him when he opened the door was her laying on her back slightly submerged in the water. Her large breast could be clearly seen poking out of the water like two large island waiting for a passerby to pay attention to them. Like he thought her nipples were hard and erect, just waiting to have him to gently rub and squeeze them. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the warmth. She had yet to notice that he had come into the bathroom. This was the perfect opportunity to play.

She was enjoying the warm water enveloping her body. The water was serving as a peaceful oasis that she could close her eyes and enjoy the moment. The next thing she knew there was a hand gently massaging her breasts. She hadn’t heard him come in and after giving a jump that caused him to slightly pull on her aching nipple. She let out a squeak being startled but also for the pleasure the light tug produced. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling next to the tub. Her breathing was starting to catch in her throat due to the sheer pleasure that was being caused by his hands. He lightly squeezed and massaged her breasts, paying special attention to the raised nubs.

A naughty thought crossed her mind, but could she really ask what she was thinking. She took a chance and before she could think twice she opened her mouth and spoke.

“That feels so good, but you know I’ve been such a dirty girl and have had trouble getting clean.” She said.

He seemed to be a little taken back by what she had just stated. She was starting to think that allowing her mouth to run without thinking was a bad idea. He however bounced back quickly.

“Oh, really. Well we must not allow you to stay so dirty. Let me help you with that.”

He grabbed the bar of soap. If she is so dirty than we must make her clean. The thought of using the soap on her body was an interesting idea. The ability to run his hands up and down her body, caressing, massaging and even playing with all in the name of getting “clean” was something that he could not pass up. He grabbed the bar of soap and start to make a lather in his hands.

She started to rise a bit out of the water causing her breast to fall a bit but yet you could see more of them and the water wouldn’t wash the soap away. He started to apply the lather of soap to her breasts. The feel of her soft skin and then the soap allowing his hands to move even better across them. Her breathing was starting to hitch again. This was a music to his eyes. He was going to make her squirm if not scream her pleasure just by his hands. He started to massage one breast kadıköy escort and flicking her nipple lightly back and forth while his other hand started to wander south. If he could make her breath heavy and even could possibly moan from just paying attention to her breasts what would she do if he could lightly play with her pussy and clit.

She was loving that he didn’t back away when she stated that she was a dirty girl. She was even more amazed and even more turned on when he started to massage the soap into her breast and the feeling he was bringing out when he slid across her aching nipples. She wanted to feel more, she wanted to curl up into his hands and let them work the wonderful magic that they were. She started to pant from the waves of pleasure that was washing over her. He was lightly squeezing and flicking her nipples. The was loving how her breasts were starting to feel even more full, and heavy. It was causing her to feel like her skin was on fire and that the water was starting to heat back up. She started to feel his hand slowly move farther south. The need to have him touch her, to caress her. She didn’t just want him to play with her pussy but to rub her clit the way only he could do. She wanted that release. Not only an orgasm but to just have him touch there. It was pulsating with her need for his touch.

He was almost there, he slowly moved over her mound and found her body automatically arch to greet his hand. He knew he was causing her mind to swim by his attention to her breasts. Now was the time to send her over the edge. He started out by slowly easing his fingers next to her swollen clit. He lightly slid his fingers from side to side squishing her clit against her other pussy lip. The instant moan that escaped her lips he knew he had her. By now his cock was hard and swollen. He was greatly enjoying himself seeing her body slick by the water and the soft feel of her skin under his hands. However, he would not make it for long if he cannot get her to cum for him.

She was being driven crazy by his hands. He was a master of causing her to tremble just by caressing her tits but to put pressure on her clit by squishing it between his thumb and her pussy lip was just how she liked it. It caused her to start to moan and pant. She even was starting to squirm to the point that the water was starting to slosh around a bit. She was going to come and she was enjoying the build of pressure. It took no time before colors exploded behind her eyes and her body shook with her release. She was coming so hard that her body rocked against his finger by its own will. He continued to flick her nipples as her body started to come down. Even though she just came she wanted more.

After she stopped coming he pulled her up out of the tub. He could barely contain himself and wanted nothing more than to bury himself into her hot flesh and feel her body pulsate around him. He helped her towel off while taking advantage of her mouth and letting his hands roam the rest of her body. He kneaded her ass while she tongue fucked him. He knew she ümraniye escort was just getting started and that she would be wanting to be fucked. He however, wanted more than that from her. He slowly started to lead her to the bedroom by pulling her with in her towel. She clawed at his body and groped his stiff cock through his pants. She would have taken him right there in the middle of the bathroom if he let her.

Once in the room she realized that she was no longer in the bathroom. She helped his to shed his clothing. What she wanted more than anything was to taste his cock in her mouth and to hear him moan like he made her. Once his pants were off she took the advantage to drop to her knees. She took his large member into her mouth. It was hot and pulsating from having watched her orgasm. She took her time moving her mouth up and down his shaft. She could hear his breath catch and knew she was doing good. She then tightened her mouth round him cock so it would be a tighter feel for him and started to dart her tongue back and forth across the large line that runs up the bottom of him penis. She knew this was a sweet spot for him and planned to take advantage of it. She also started to feel her pussy get wet by this action alone too. She felt empowered that she was making him moan and it caused her body to respond in delight. She started to softly moan while taking as much of him into her mouth as possible.

She was making it hard to stand. She had ways with her mouth that made his knees buckle if given the chance. However, he wouldn’t last much longer. He felt the waves of his climax crest over him. He grabbed her head and started to move it faster and faster to help him over that edge. She started to moan with his actions, this was the last straw that he could take. He came in her mouth, she kept up the pace, milking his cum up in her action. He thought by coming that he would be weak and be ready to collapse but he wanted more. Now with the edge taken off he was ready to really make her moan.

He pulled her from her knees and moved her towards the bed. He wanted her know and he knew she there with him. He took one breast in one hand and stared to massage it while he backed her onto the bed. He started her off by laying her down and positioning himself above her opening, lightly rubbing the head of his cock against her lips. He could tell she was ready for him from the amount of moisture that she was creating just by giving him head. He thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, loving the feeling of her as she encased his cock. He knew what she wanted and was prepared to give her just that.

The feeling of being full to the brim with a hot, pulsing rod was something she could never get enough of. It was something that she craved next to being fucked hard. She wanted more though. She wanted to be fuck hard and fast. She wanted to have his cock rammed into her wanting body to the point that she could feel him hit her cervix. This was what she was craving and even was demanding of his body. She started to rock into him as he thrust. He took this as a sign that she ümraniye escort wanted more and started to rise her legs. He pinned her legs up against her abdomen to where he had a better access to her pussy and it even made it tighter for him. She herself was getting what she wanted. His hard cock was pounding against her cervix and rubbing against her g spot. She was unable to even catch her breath between each wave of pleasure this position produced. She brought her own hands up to catch her bouncing breasts and started to squeeze them and even rub her aching nipples. This cause such a wave of pleasure that she was almost dizzy from it. Before she knew it she was coming again. The colors that exploded behind her closed eyes were so intense that it made her head throb. She loudly voiced her pleasure and what he was going through. The only thing that still registered to her was that she wanted more. She wanted to be dirty and this passion just promised that.

He could hear her coming again. He loved to hear her breath come in gasps and to hear her moan but to know that he could make her body explode with passion drove him on. She loved it hard and fast. The deeper he could get the better. This position was difficult though because it made her body so tight that he could explode easily this way and defeat what he wanted. He wanted her to scream and she had only just gotten a little loud. He asked her what she wanted to do more that this position. She was barely able to answer the question but he finally got her to say that she wanted doggy. With this position he could gain better control and have a little fun with it as well.

She was finally able to tell him that she wanted doggy. With doggy she could be fuck so hard that is make her body feel like it was splitting in two. He had her flip over and grab the head board with one hand. In the other he had given her a toy to use with the play. It her vibrating egg and she was to rub her clit with his while he fucked her. She was more than willing to bring in the toy. With the addition to him ramming away and feeding the need she had the toy would make it even more explosive. He then positioned himself behind her and quickly thrust his cock into her dripping pussy.

She had told him that she was a dirty girl and she was going to prove that to him. As he started to fuck her slowly, he asked questions of her. He asked her if she was his dirty girl and if she like what he was doing. He asked if she wanted to be fucked hard. With this statement he started to pound into her body with all the force he could muster. He grabbed a hold of her shoulders to give him the leverage of her body staying tight with his. This gained him a louder moan from her. This drove him on. He released one shoulder and snaked his arm around to grab a hold of one of her swinging breasts. He massaged and squeezed it a bit before he started to repeatedly flick her hard nub of a nipple. With the combination of the attention he was giving her nipple, the toy and him pounding into her she exploded right in from of him. She let out a loud scream as she came hard. Her body started to pulse and squeeze round his cock to where he couldn’t contain his own orgasm either. He let his own release wash over him as he pumped into her wanting pussy. He filled her to the point that she was leaking out even. She slumped over panting from the force of her release while he rolled ways trying to catch his own breath.

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This is a true story of something that happened to me a few years back while walking home one mild winter night.

When I was living in Sydney a few years ago, I made a regular nightly visit to the local club at the end of the road to have a cold beer, catch up with a few mates and have a nice cheap meal. On this particular night, however, I wasn’t expecting anything exciting to happen on the short walk back home.

After leaving the club, I was walking along a dimly lit street that had the odd car rushing past. I hardly noticed a woman cross the street and start walking a few feet behind me – at least not until she started singing to herself. I initially thought she’d had a bit too much to drink and was just happy, but then she asked me something very clearly.

“Are you horny?”

I turned on the spot, unsure for a second how to answer. I thought I’d just be honest as I looked at this girl who’d asked me a surprising question. She was about 5’5″, mid weight with short yet thick curly hair, and she appeared to be in her late twenties.

“Ah, yeah, always,” I replied, unable to come up with an intelligent answer.

By this stage I’d walked one city block – half the distance to my unit – and was standing on a well lit corner. No cars were driving past and only the odd light from surrounding houses indicated that people were only a few feet away behind their doors.

The young woman sat down on some steps and spread her legs, causing her small blue denim mini skirt to ride up revealing no underwear and a bald, wet pussy. She immediately started running her fingers over her mound smiling at me.

Still taken aback at this strange exhibitionist, I stood and watched, waiting for someone to walk past, or at least someone sarıyer escort in a passing car to catch a glimpse of the show I was enjoying.

“I can’t fuck you,” she stated, continuing her show. “My boyfriend’s overseas and I don’t want to be unfaithful to him, but I can give you a head job.”

“Sounds good to me,” I happily replied.

This strange stranger abruptly stood up and walked down a narrow footpath between two houses. Without hesitation I followed her into the shadows. As soon as we were out of sight from the road she squatted down, grabbing my fly and quickly pulling it down. She pried free my now hardening cock and in one motion took it deep in her mouth, letting out a guttural moan in the process. In a few seconds I was rock hard, tickling her tonsils with the end of my prick.

She was obviously no amateur at this, applying lots of pressure with her lips while running her tongue over the head of my cock. I was in a bit of a daze, hardly believing what was happening but I was also overwhelmed with a curiosity to find out more about this mysterious woman.

“Um, so, what do you do for a job?” I sheepishly asked.

“I’m a nurse,” she replied from the corners of her mouth.

“So do you do this kind of thing often?” I asked in between moans.

As much as she seemed to be enjoying giving me a blowjob, she promptly took my cock out to answer me quite abruptly, “No,” before engulfing it once again in the depths of her mouth. The harsh reply make me think twice about making pleasant conversation and I decided to shut up and enjoy the moment.

I braced myself against the wall of the house as she bobbed her head up and down over my throbbing cock. I could hardly keep my concentration up, not being used to esenyurt escort standing while getting a blowjob, let alone doing it in a public place. After a couple of minutes of her oral attack I told her that I was going to come.

This didn’t deter her for a second as she continued sucking my pulsating cock. She flicked her tongue over the head causing me to shoot deep into her mouth. This mysterious girl kept up the assault with her tongue catching spurt after spurt. Holding my cock deep in her mouth, she paused before swallowing hard.

Normally I’m very vocal, but I stood motionless trying my best not to moan out in ecstasy knowing that people were only a few feet away. As she got gingerly to her feet, I grabbed my still hard cock and eased it back into the confines of my underpants then zipped up my pants.

I must have stepped back a few feet because our quiet dark alley way quickly burst into light as a security spotlight blazed into life. Like a couple of teenagers we ran out of the narrow alley, laughing as we ran down the street. We stopped a safe distance away and I thanked her for the blowjob.

“Anytime you like,” she responded with a sly smile.

“How about an hour?” I queried pushing my luck. “I think I need time to recover.”

“Fine,” she casually replied, walking back into the darkness from where she’d come a few minutes earlier. I watched her move off, wondering if she’d show up again as she said, or if her parting word was just that and nothing more. I turned and walked the short distance to my unit.

The cold harsh reality of everyday life quickly returned when I walked inside to find my dickhead roommate slouching on the couch watching TV. I’d been in the process of kicking him out of the unit, avrupa yakası escort and right now our living situation was very icy.

To get out of his hair and kill time I carefully ironed my business shirts for the following week, trying my best to make the task last an hour, all the time thinking of that surprise gift out of the darkness and the possibility of another to come. Checking my watch, I hung up the last shirt and left my unit again to walk the one block distance to see if my mysterious girl was going to show up.

I arrived within two minutes finding nothing but darkness on a quiet Sydney winter night. A few street lights illuminated the road with an old faded VW beetle parked directly under one of them. The door of the bug creaked open and the short wiry hair pf my mysterious sexy stranger emerged.

“You’re back for more?” she cheekily asked, walking up to me.

“Shit yes.”

“Let’s go then,” she responded ,walking off, this time to the opposite side of the road from where we’d been busted by the security light. The house she walked up to was darkened but we cautiously made our way to the side of the property away from the street.

As she had done just over an hour earlier, she again squatted down, unzipping my fly and engulfing my hardening cock. I leaned against the old wooden house that she’d chosen and enjoyed the experience of having my balls drained for the second time that evening, trying my best to keep quiet with a window only a few feet away.

Finishing pleasuring me, she stood up and we walked quietly back into the street towards her car. She climbed iinto it without saying a word and fired up the engine causing the old bug to burst into life with its familiar drone. I tried to get her attention to thank her for the free blowjob but she paid no attention, driving off into the darkness.

It was then I realized that I hadn’t even gotten her name. But neither that, nor the fact that I never saw her again around the area, lessened the memory of the oddest sexual encounter that I’ve had in my life so far.

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Sulanan Amcığım..

-“Ercan… Uyudun mu?”

Kocamdan ses gelmedi. Daha doğrusu horlama sesinden başka anlamlı bir ses çıkmadı. Sızmıştı yine… Gecenin üçü olmuştu. Yalpalaya yalpalaya gelmiş, üstünü benim zorlamamla çıkarıp tek külotla yatağa devrilmişti. Bir ümit, elimi küloduna attım. Parmaklarımla okşadım, külodun içine soktum parmaklarımı… Nerdeyse içine kaçmış durumdaki solucan kılıklı şeye temas eden parmaklarımı iğrentiyle geri çektim. Zaten rakı kokusundan midem bulanıyordu. Tavana bakarak yattım bir süre…

İşte beş yıllık evliliğimin, cinsel yaşamımın genel özeti buydu. Bekarlığından kalma alışkanlığıyla, işten çıkınca “iki tek” atmak için arkadaşlarına koşan koca, komşu kadınlarla veya evde tek başıma vakit geçiren ben, eğer geldiğinde alkolden sızmamışsa yapılan üstün körü, içime girip çıkmaktan ibaret bir cinsel ilişki… Ne yaptıysam kıramamıştım bu kısır döngüyü… Yataktan kalkarken gardrop kapağındaki aynada kendime baktım.

Genç, güzel, erkeklerin sokakta ıslık çaldığı laf attığı bir kadın vardı aynada… Geceliğimin yakası sıyrılmış, kavun büyüklüğündeki iri memelerim şeffaf kumaşı zorluyordu. Ellerimi incecik belime koydum. Parmaklarım birbirine değecekti nerdeyse…

Yan döndüm, yuvarlacık, geriye doğru çıkık geniş kalçalarım ayrı bir manzaraydı. Beş yıldır evli olmama rağmen hala dipdiri, kız gibiydim. Eh, kocamla sınırlı sayıdaki sevişmelerime bakarsak hiç ellenmemiş bile denebilirdi bana… Bekaretimi bile üçüncü gece alabildi kocam… İlk gece çok içtiğinden sızdı. İkinci gece uğraştı yapamadı. Üçüncü gece benim yardımımla ancak kızlığımı bozdu. Büyük hayal kırıklığı…

Oysa neler bekliyordum evlilikten… Okuduğum kahrolası romantik romanlarda, pembe dizilerde, izlediğim filmlerde böyle olmuyordu. Genç, yakışıklı erkekler kaslı vücutlarıyla saten çarşafların üstünde sahip oluyorlardı kadınlara…

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Bol bol sevişiyorlardı. Kadınlar orgazmdan orgazma koşuyorlar, doyum içinde, mutlu mesut yaşıyorlardı. Oysa ben…

Dönüp yatağa baktım. Gece lambasının soluk ışığında sırt üstü devrilmiş, ağzı açık uyuyan kocama… Gırtlağında bir hayvan vardı sanki hırıldayıp duran… Horlama sesi ortalığı kaplamıştı. Nefes alıp verdikçe göğsü değil, içk**en şişen pis göbeği inip kalkıyordu. Cılız bacakları o göbeğin altında sanki ona ait değilmiş gibi görünüyordu.

Nasıl bir anda kapılıp kısa sürede evleniverdim bu adamla diye milyonuncu kez pişmanlık duydum. İnsan biraz flört etmez mi? O şık giysilerin altında nasıl bir vücut olduğunu merak etmez mi? Eder de, görmeye çalışmaz mı?

Keşke bekaretimi gerdeğe saklamak istiyorum diye seks yapmaktan kaçınmasaydım… O aptallığı yapmasaydım. Keşke ısrarlarına cevap verip onunla sevişseydim, altına yatıverseydim bir fırsatını bulup… Belki kızlığımı kaybederdim. Belki evlenmeden dul kalırdım ama, büyük ihtimalle bunun çıplak vücudunu, pipisini gördükten sonra bu ayyaş hımbılla evlenmezdim. En kısa yoldan geri dönüp en azından mutluluğumu kazanırdım.

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Salona gidip laptopu kucağıma aldım. İki senedir her gece yaptığım gibi pornolara, erotik hikayelere daldım. Kıyasıya sevişen, doyuma ulaşan, mutlu olan kadınların dünyasına… Resimlere, birbirine girmiş güzel bedenlere, ahtapot gibi kadınlara sarılmış koca yaraklı, kaslı erkeklerin vücutlarına, girdikleri türlü çeşitli pozisyonlara baktım bir süre…

Sonra rafine yaşantımda hiç kullanılmayan am, göt, sik, sikişmek kelimelerinin uçuştuğu, o mutlu, zevk içinde yaşayan, seven, sevişen, sikişen insanların hikayelerini okumaya başladım. Her zamanki gibi, daha ilk resimlerde, ilk satırlarda yine amım sulanmaya başlamıştı bile… Parmaklarımı bacak arama götürüp ıslattım, klitorisimi okşamaya başladım.

Hayatı bunlar yaşıyordu. Dibine kadar hem de… İlk tanıştığım zamanlar şaşırıp kalmıştım. İğrenç, sapıkça şeyler diye bakıyordum. Oral seks yapanlar… Grup seks olayı… Ensest ilişkiler… Neler neler… Fakat zaman geçtikçe fikirlerim değişti. Gerçek seksin, orgazmın, zevkin ne olduğunu burada, internette, porno sitelerinde öğrendim.

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Çıldırıyordum hikayeleri okudukça, porno filmleri izledikçe… Azdıkça azıyor, kocamın gelmesini sabırsızlıkla bekliyordum. Külodum su içinde kalıyordu azgınlıktan… Kocam gelir gelmez oturtup önünde diz çöküyor, baştan çıkarmaya çalışıyor, sikini yalıyordum öğrendiğim kadarıyla… Şaşırıyordu kocam,

-“Ne bu halin Gül?” diye soruyordu. “Hiç böyle şeyler yapmazdın sen…” Aslında şikayetçi de sayılmazdı, pipisinin yalanması hoşuna gidiyordu.

-“Canım çekti, istemiyorsan yapmayayım” diyordum ben de yalamaya devam ederken…

-“Yok, sadece sordum. Devam et sen…”

-“Ne bileyim, canım istiyor işte… Kadınlık hormonlarım çoğaldı herhalde…” diye geçiştirip işime devam ediyordum.

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Söyleyemedim ona… Beceriksiz herif, elalemin erkekleri kadınlara neler yapıyor, evire çevire sikiyor, sen bir tek üstüme çıkmasını biliyorsun diyemedim. İnternet sitelerinde gördüğüm, okuduğum şeyler beni delirtiyor, azdırıyor, kudurtuyor diyemedim.

Okuduğum son hikaye yine azdırdı beni… Kocasını aldatan kadının yaşadıkları yine kudurttu. Mutfağa gidip orta boy bir salatalık aldım dolaptan… Güzelce yıkayıp tekrar salona koştum. Laptopu yanıma koyarken bacaklarımı aralayıp salatalığı amıma dayadım. Hikayedeki kadın sikicisinin yarağını yemeye başladığında ben de salatalığı içime kaktırdım.

Buz gibi salatalık amımı yararken titredim, memelerimin uçları, tüylerim kabardı, hazla ürperdim. Kadının dostu ızbandut herif, kocasının yanında kadını pompalarken ben de bir elimle salatalığı amıma sokup çıkarıyordum, diğer elim kah memelerimi okşuyor, kah klitorisimi eziyordu.

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Az sonra daha hikayeyi bitiremeden gözlerimi kapattım, kendimi içimdeki deli gibi sokup çıkardığım salatalığın verdiği zevke kaptırdım. O doyulmaz orgazm sarsılmaları başladığında da kendimden geçtim.

Ter içinde, gözlerim kapalı, amımda vajinal kaslarımın ezip durduğu ve artık ısınmış salatalık, bacaklarımı yaymış kalmıştım öylece… Koltukta orgazm yorgunu, kendime gelmeye çalışırken kararımı verdim.

Gecenin bir yarısı, amımda salatalıkla, tek kişilik koltukta tek başıma orgazmlar yaşamaktan bıkmıştım artık… Ben de bu kadın gibi kocamı aldatacaktım. Dayanamıyordum artık… O kadınların yaşadığı zevkleri ben de tatmalıydım. Erkeğim tarafından sabahlara kadar, defalarca sikildikten, zevkten zevke koştuktan sonra, okşana okşana erkeğimin kollarında uyumak istiyordum.

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Oturduğum yerde doğruldum. Büzüşmüş salatalığı çıkardım amımdan, fırlatıp attım. Karanlık odada bilgisayarın ışığı ve mırıltısı vardı sadece… Bir de kocamın ta yatak odasından duyulan horultusu…

Kararımı vermiştim. Aldatacaktım. Ama nasıl? Nasıl şüphesini çekmeden boynuzlayacaktım kocamı? Sokaktan adam mı bulacaktım?

Gözümün önüne bir ay kadar önce bir gece, küfelik olmuş kocamı eve kadar getiren arkadaşları geldi. İki adam içeriye kadar getirip koltuğa çuval gibi bırakmışlardı kocamı… Bense uyku sersemi, şaşkın onları izliyordum. Gecenin bir yarısında evime giren yabancı adamların kocamı yatırmalarını izlerken üzerime sabahlık almayı bile unutmuştum o şaşkınlıkla…

Özellikle bir tanesinin bana, şeffaf minik geceliğimin örtemediği memelerime, bacaklarıma doğrulttuğu kaçamak bakışlarını unutamıyordum. O zaman kızmıştım kocama… Adamlar gittikten sonra çıplak ayağımla tekme atıp,

“Pis sarhoş… Sızdığın yetmiyor gibi, sevgili içki arkadaşların senin yanında karını sikecekler, haberin yok… Aptal pezevenk…” diyerek öfkemi kustum, kocamsa horlayarak karşılık verdi bana…

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Şimdiyse, o geceki arkadaşının beni soyan, siken bakışları aklıma geliyor, detayları hatırlıyordum. Ne yakışıklıydı ama adam… İri yarı bir şeydi. Güçlü kollarıyla çocuk gibi kaldırıyor, taşıyordu kocamı… Gözlerimi kapatıp kendi kollarımla bedenimi sardım. Beni de sarsa o kollarıyla… Çatır çatır… Ufff…

Sonunda kararımı verdim. Hemen uygulamaya koymalıydım. Ertesi sabah kahvaltı masasında kocama,

“Madem içiyorsun bu mereti, bari evde iç…” dedim. “Bir gün yollarda sızıp kalacaksın, başına bir şey gelecek”

Akşamdan kalma, gözleri şişmiş, limonlu sodayı devirmiş, şekersiz kahvesini yudumluyordu. Benim söylenmemden rahatsız olmuş, gözlerini kapatıyordu. Başı çatlıyordu mutlaka ağrıdan… Üsteleyince,

“Ben evde yalnız başıma içemem Gül… Arkadaşlarla takılıyoruz. Muhabbet, maç, şu bu… İşin stresini atıyoruz beraber…” diye homurdandı.

“O zaman bir iki arkadaşını getir, burada sohbet edin, için… Bütün gece seni merak etmeyeyim kocacım…” dedim işveli işveli… Gevşedi,

“Bilmem ki nasıl olur… Sen kızarsın diye getirmiyordum onları eve… Ben söyleyeyim bakalım, kabul ederlerse…”

Aradan iki gün geçti, eve telefon açtı kocam,

“Karıcım, bu akşam maç var. Yasin’le Murat’a söyledim, bu akşam benim evde içelim diye… Bak, tekrar soruyorum. İçiyoruz falan diye kızıp beni arkadaşlarımın yanında rezil etme. Emin misin, gelelim mi beraber?”

“Yok, kızmam kocacım… Ben de yiyecek bir şeyler, mezeler falan hazırlarım size… Siz içeceğiniz içkileri alın sadece…” diyerek rahatlattım kocamı…

Telefonu kapattım. Bakalım neler olacak bu gece diye heyecan duymaya başladım. Kimdi bu arkadaşları acaba? O gece evime gelen adam olabilir mi? Merak içindeydim.

Gidip birkaç güzel yemek, meze falan yaptım, kendime de güzel bir bakım… Banyo, kokular, istenmeyen tüyler falan… Amımı temizleyip kaymak gibi yaptım. Kokulu kremler sürerken şeftalimin dudakları istekle açılıp içinden sular akmaya başladı. Elimle avuçlayıp sıktım, yatıştırmaya çalıştım azgın şeftalimi,

“İştahını geceye sakla Gül hanım…” dedim kendi kendime… “Bu gece formda olmalısın.”

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Akşam geldiklerinde hem masayı donatmıştım, hem de kendimi… Fazla ucuz fahişeliğe kaçıp abartmadan, fakat yine de güzelliklerimi ortaya serecek dekolte, hafif mini bir giysi, makyaj, parfüm… İçimde kendimi seksi hissettiren minik dantel iç çamaşırları, jartiyer çorabı, yüksek topuklu ev terliği…

Kocam arkadaşlarını tanıtıp içeriye geçti hemen… İlgisini bile çekmemiştim ayının… Ne olacak, evdeki karı işte… Diğer arkadaşı, Yasin de onu takip etti. İkisi aynı kumaştandı anlaşılan…

Murat… O, bir ay önce kocamı eve getirenlerden biriydi. Onun bana yönelttiği sikici bakışlarını unutmamıştım. Elimi tutup gözleri gözlerimde, “iyi akşamlar” derken normalden biraz uzun sürdü tokalaşması… Daha önceki gibi kızgınlık duymuyordum ona, ısrarlı bakışları içimi bir hoş yapmıştı bu akşam… İçim ürpererek elimi çektim, masaya buyur ettim.

Büyük televizyonun karşısına kurmuştum masayı… Biraz sonra maç başladı. Bir yandan içiyorlar, bir yandan maçı izliyorlardı. Ben yanlarında oturup bir iki lokma yedim. İçkilerini hazırlayıp verdim, mezeler bittikçe yenilerini getirdim. Çerez, meyve, su, buz, taşıdım durdum. Mutfağa gidip gelirken çıkık kalçalarımı çalkalamayı, masaya eğilirken elbisemin dekoltesini aralamayı, otururken dikkatsiz davranmayı, bacaklarımın açılmasını sağlamayı unutmuyordum.

panthvr: 🙂
Kocam evin erkeği olarak karısının kendilerine hizmet etmesinden öyle memnun kalmıştı ki… Neşe içindeydi. Kadehleri arka arkaya yuvarlıyordu. Yasin de öyle… Kendilerini maça kaptırmışlardı iyice…

Ama Murat pek öyle değildi. Fazla içmiyor, yudum yudum gidiyordu. Sessizdi. Ara sıra gözlerini üstümde yakalıyordum. Telaş etmeden başını çeviriyor, bana şehvetle baktığını bilmemden rahatsız olmuyordu. Bu da benim işime geliyordu. Benim aradığım şey tam da bu değil miydi?

Yemek faslı bitince masayı toplayıp kaldırdım. Üçlü koltuğun önündeki geniş sehpaya çilingir sofralarını tekrar kurdum. İçki içip maçı izlemeye devam ettiler. Ben de karşıdaki tekli koltuğa oturdum. Maçı izler gibi yapıyordum ama gözümün ucuyla Murat’ı kesiyordum. Ara ara diğerlerine çaktırmadan bana bakıyordu zampara…

Bacak bacak üstüne attım. Eteğimin iyice sıyrılmasına, düzgün bacaklarımın güzelliğini iyice görmesine dikkat ettim. Arada bacak değiştiriyor, bazen bacaklarımı aralıyor, minik dantel külodumun rengini görmesini istercesine aralık tutuyordum. Her kıpırdandığımda radar gibi bakışlarını üzerime çeviriyordu. Amım ıslanmıştı. Onun bacaklarıma, bacak arama bakarak tahrik olduğunu bilmek, beni de tahrik ediyordu.

Sonunda maç bitti. Erkekler hala devam ediyorlardı. Saate baktım, geceyarısını geçmişti. Ne zaman bitecekti bu? Sabrım tükenmeye başlamıştı. Sonunda dayanamadım, kalkıp seslendim,

“Bana müsaade, ben yatıyorum…” dedim. Diğerleri duymadı bile… Ama Murat röntgen ziyafetinden mahrum kaldığına üzüldüğünü belli eden bir sesle,

“İyi geceler Gül… Teşekkür ederiz her şey için, çok güzeldi…” dedi. Sesinden neyi güzel bulduğu anlaşılmıyordu. Yaptığım yemekleri mi, bütün gece izlediği frikiklerimi mi? Gözlerimi gözlerine diktim. Fısıltıyla,

“Benim için zevkti. İyi geceler Murat…” diyerek döndüm, kalçalarımı kıvırarak içeriye, yatak odasına gittim.

Benim için zevkti derken altında yatan cinselliği, daveti anlamış mıydı? Yoksa fazla mı ileri gittim acaba diye merak ederek tamamen soyundum. Murat’ın gözüne ucuz fahişe gibi görünmek istemiyordum. Evin kadınını o istemeliydi. İstiyorsa zorla almalıydı. Çıplak bedenime kalçalarımı zorlukla örten transparan kırmızı geceliğimi giyip yatağa uzandım. Kapıyı hafif aralık, loş ışığı açık bıraktım, kapatmadım. Avımı bekliyordum.

Fazla bekletmedi beni… Kapının önündeki tıkırtıyı duydum bir süre sonra… Bütün akşam fil gibi içen kocam ya da Yasin ayıları olamazdı kapının önündeki çekingen, dikkatli, tilki gibi ayak sesi… Murat olmalıydı.

Yatakta yayıldım iyice… Çıplak bacaklarımı usturupluca araladım. Kapının aralığından, loş ışığa rağmen pırıl pırıl kremli bal kutumu görebildiğini biliyordum. Kasıklarımı ancak örten geceliğimin üstündeki fırfırlar, saten kurdelelerle eminim gözüne hediye paketi gibi görünüyordum şu anda…

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Bir beş dakika yattım öyle… Sonra uykumda(!) inleyerek yan döndüm. Bu kez çıplak kalçalarımı, popomun yuvarlaklarını sergiledim röntgencime…

Sessizlikte gizlenmeye çalışılan bir şıpırtı duyar gibi oldum. Yarı çıplak vücudumu izleyerek mastürbasyon mu yapıyordu bu adam kapının önünde? Kasıklarımı ateş bastı, içimden sular yürüdü. Amımın dudakları istekle kaşındı. Elimi uzatıp kaşımamak, parmaklarımı kan hücum etmiş amıma götürüp okşamamak için kendimi zor tuttum. Dudaklarımı ısırdım.

Tam dönüp kalkmak, röntgencimi yatağa çağırmak üzereydim ki, içeride bir gürültü oldu, kapının önündeki karaltı hızla uzaklaştı. Banyonun kapısının açıldığını duydum. Anlaşılan yakışıklı sapığım, biri geliyor diye suçüstü yakalanmamak için kendini banyoya atmıştı…

Ben de izleyicim gidince rahatladım. Elimi apış arama götürüp amımı avuçladım, sıktım. İçime bir şey girsin diye bağıran şehveti bastırmaya çalıştım.

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Anlaşılan böyle olmayacaktı. Yataktan kalktım. Çıkıp salona baktım, iki arkadaş kaykılmışlar, horluyorlardı. Televizyonun sesi kısılmış, ışığı yanıp sönüyordu. Banyoya gittim. Sanki haberim yokmuş gibi, uykudan kalkmışım gibi bir edayla kapıyı açıp içeriye giriverdim. Murat işini bitirmiş, lavaboda ellerini yıkıyordu.

“Aaa… Sen mi vardın Murat? Kusura bakma, uyku sersemi boş zannettim…” dedim.

Dönüp çıkmak için acele etmedim, ağırdan aldım. Az önce loş ışıkta dakikalarca seyrettiği mini geceliğimin ve içindeki vücudun detaylarını bu kez banyonun ışığında seyretmesini sağladım. Murat ısıran bakışlarını yine her tarafımda dolaştırırken,

“Önemli değil, ben de işimi bitirmiştim zaten…” dedi.

Küçük banyonun içinde karşılıklı duruyorduk. Ondan bir hareket gelmeyince hayal kırıklığıyla ağır çekim geriye döndüm isteksizce… Üstüne atlayacak değildim ya salağın…

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Kapıyı açıp çıkmak için elimi tokmağa uzatmıştım ki, aniden bileğime yapıştı. Sertçe kendine çekti. Yarı çıplak vücudumu bedenine yapıştırdı. Sevinçten deli gibi olmuştum. Fakat yine de öfkeli olmasına çalıştığım bir fısıltıyla,

“Ne yapıyorsun Murat? Bırak beni…” diyerek çırpınmaya, kurtulmaya çalıştım kollarından…

Murat daha beter sarıldı. Kollarımı arkama büküp göğsüne bastırdı, dudaklarıma yapışarak susturdu beni… Memelerim onun sert göğsünde, dudaklarım bıyıklı dudaklarında eziliyordu. Başımı kaçırır gibi yaptım, elini saçlarıma götürüp kavradı, başımı kendine çekip dudaklarını iyice yapıştırdı.

Soluksuz kaldım bir anda… Dizlerim titredi. Göstermelik direncimin bir anda söndüğünü hissedince arkama büktüğü kollarımdaki baskısını azalttı. Serbest bıraktı. Ben de ayak parmaklarımın üzerinde yükselip kollarımı boynuna doladım. Öpücüklerini karşılamaya, ona cevap vermeye başladım.

Pantolonunun önündeki sert kabarıklık göbeğime batıyordu. Hoşnutlukla sürtündüm o kabarıklığa… İnledi… Dillerimiz savaş yapıyordu öpüşürken… Bıyıkları dudaklarımı örseliyor, boynumu, kulaklarımı gıdıklıyordu öpücüklerini sıralarken… Elleri geceliğimin üstünden, altından kalçalarımı yoğuruyor, sırtımı, elini aradan sokup iri memelerimi okşuyordu.

Sonunda nefes almak için dudaklarımı çektim. Başımı iki eliyle tutup aşağıya indirdi. Ne istediğini anlamıştım. Diz çöktüm erkeğin önünde… Pantolonunun fermuarını açıp erkekliğini dışarıya çıkardı. Kocamınkinden bir hayli büyük siki kalkmış, koca başını havaya dikmişti.

Hayranlıkla okşadım bu güzel siki… Dilimi dolaştırdım her yerinde… Başını ağzıma alıp emdim. Kısık kısık inliyordu ben emdikçe…

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Saçlarımdan tutup ayağa kaldırdı beni… Hilton lavabonun üstüne oturtturdu. Zaten minicik geceliğimin eteğini yukarıya kaldırdı, bacaklarımı aralayıp başını kasıklarıma gömdü. Öyle güzel yalıyordu ki… Dudaklarımı ısırıyordum zevkten bağırmamak için…

Sonunda kasılmaya başladım. Öyle çok boşaldım ki beni yalayan dudaklarına, ağzına… Bittiğinde fısıldadı,

“İnanamıyorum Gül…” dedi. “Ağzımı doldurdun zevk sularınla…” Bitkin bir şekilde gülümsedim,

“Ne yapayım? Öyle zevk verdin ki yalarken… Böyle bir şey yaşamamıştım hiç…”

“Ceza olarak ben de senin ağzına boşalmak istiyorum. Hadi bakalım, göster marifetini…”

“Şimdiye kadar kocama hiç yapmadım bunu… Ama madem cezalıyım, deneyelim bakalım…”

Yer değiştirdik. Lavaboya o dayandı, ben pantolonunu indirdim, önünde diz çöküp sikini yalamaya başladım. Bu kez ara vermeden… Sürekli yaladım. Gözlerimi gözlerinden ayırmıyordum bunu yaparken… Başından torbalarına, hatta arka deliğine kadar koca sikinin yalanmadık yerini bırakmadım. Başından başlayıp ağzıma alabildiğim kadar almaya çalıştım.

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Daha fazla dayanamadı emilmeye… Dudaklarım kasıklarına yaklaşmış, dilimle masaj yapar gibi ağzımın içinde sikine baskı yapıp sıkıyor, vakumluyordum ki boşalmaya başladı. Bırakmadım sikini… İki elimle kalçalarına yapışıp sıkarken, tırnaklarımı etine gömerken, parmaklarımın uçları götünün deliğinde dolaşırken o kısık inlemelerle, bütün spermlerini ağzımın içine, boğazıma boşalttı. Nefes nefese kalmıştı,

“İnanamıyorum Gül… Sen harika bir orospusun… Hiç sikimi böyle yalayan bir kadın tanımadım şimdiye kadar…”

“Ben de ilk defa yabancı bir erkeğin sikini yalıyorum Murat…” Pantolonunu çekti, beni kaldırıp sperm bulaşığı dudaklarımı öptü hararetle…

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“Sen temizlenip yatak odasına git. Ben içeriye gidip bizim sarhoşlara bakayım. Eğer sızmışlarsa gelirim, kaldığımız yerden devam ederiz.”

Dediğini yaptım. Acele bir duş alıp yatak odasına koştum. Makyajımı tazeleyip çırılçıplak yatağa uzandım, erkeğimi bekledim. On dakika sonra geldi. Beni o şekilde çırılçıplak görünce gülümsedi, gözleri parladı. Soyunmaya başladı aceleyle… O da çıplak kalıp yanıma uzanıverdi. Sarıldı bana…

“Öyle sızmışlar ki, top patlasa uyanmazlar. Rahatça sevişebiliriz. Oh, Gül… Gül… Seni ilk gördüğüm andan beri bunu hayal ettim. Seni sikmeyi öyle istedim ki, bilemezsin… O salak kocanı sarhoş edip tekrar evinize girmek için planlar kurdum hep… Seni sikmek istedim. Ama zorla…” Dudaklarıma öpücük kondurdu yavaşça, “Ama böyle, isteyerek, karşılıklı…”

Yer gibi öpüşüyordu benimle… Öpüşmesi bile tekrar tahrik olmama, amımın sulanmasına yetmişti. Erkeğim de tahrik olmuş ki, az önce boşalan siki tekrar sertleşmiş, bedenime batmaya başlamıştı.

Dudaklarımı bıraktı, aşağıya indi. Memelerimi sıkıp uçlarını yaladı. Kasıklarıma indi. Bal kutumu dilemeye, klitorisimi emmeye başladı. Deliriyordum zevkten… Saçlarına asılıp kendime çekiyordum. Başımı sağa sola sallıyordum. Kalçalarım yatağı dövüyordu.

“Ohhh… Murat… Murat… Ben de bunun hayalini kurdum hep… Gerçek bir erkeğin altında sevişmeyi… Beni çok isteyen bir erkekle kıyasıya sikişmeyi… Ohhh… Dünya varmış… Çok güzel yalıyorsun… Bitiriyorsun beni… Dilin öldürüyor… Oooohhhh…”

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“Hadi sevgilim, sen de beni yala, boş durma…” dedi.

Üstüme çıktı, 69 pozisyonuna geldik. Bacaklarımın arasında her yerimi yalarken ben de onun sikini yaladım bir güzel… Ne klitorisimi bırakıyordu yalanmadık, ne amımın dudaklarını, ne göt deliğimi… Evet, oramı bile yalıyordu hayvan…

Hareketleri sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Bense onun sert hareketlerinden daha çok zevk alıyordum. Sikini kurtardı elimden, döndü, beni de haşin hareketlerle kaldırıp dizlerimin üstünde domalttı. Amımdan akan sular yatağı ıslatmıştı. Ben de onun sikini ağzımda yalaya yalaya pırıl pırıl yapmıştım. O ıslak siki bir anda arkama gömdü.

Çığlık atmamak için çarşafı ağzıma tıktım, ısırdım. Kocamın pipisinden sonra ağır gelmişti bu kalın sik… Amımı yarmıştı. İçime giren yarağın kalınlığından bacaklarımın ayrıldığını duyumsuyordum. İnce belimden tutup kendine çekti, pompalamaya başladı. Gözlerimde şimşekler çakıyordu sanki… Durmadan inliyordum…

“Ahh… Allahımm… Sevişmek buymuş demek ki… Seks buymuş… Zevk buymuş… Oooohhhh… Erkeğimmm… Geçir… Kökle yarağını… Amıma geçir… Ooohhh… Böyle zevk olamaz… Aaahhhh…”

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Azgın boğamın önünde yaprak gibi titriyor, sürekli boşalıyordum. Amımın suları içimden fışkırıyor, yatağa, çarşafın üzerine süzülüyordu. Göt deliğime parmaklarıyla masaj yapıyor, duyduğum zevki misliyle çoğaltıyordu bir yandan da…

Büzüğümü okşayan parmak arka deliğimden içeriye kaydı. Kaygan kaygan göt deliğimde gidip gelmeye başladı. Yarağı amımı, bir ya da iki parmağı, bilemiyorum, göt deliğimi zorluyordu. Beynimde şimşekler çakıyordu.

Sanki bir av hayvanıymışım, yakalanmışım gibi önündeki mızrağına geçirmişti beni… İçime saplanan mızrağının, sikinin ucunda çırpına çırpına orgazmdan orgazma koşuyordum. Artık bıraksın diye düşünmeye başlamıştım.

Bir ara dileğim kabul oldu. Kalın sikini amımdan çıkardı. Tam rahatlamak üzereydim ki, göt deliğimdeki parmak çıktı, yerine sikinin başı dayandı. Kendimi yatağa atmak üzereyken sımsıkı belimden tuttu, parmaklarıyla alıştırdığı göt deliğime bastıra bastıra sikini kaydırmaya başladı.

Çırpınıyor, içerdekiler duymasın diye kısık sesle bırakması için yalvarıyordum. Dinlemedi beni… Göt deliğime sikinin tamamını soktu… Gidip gelmeye başladı. Torbaları amıma çarpıyordu. Elimi uzatıp klitorisimi parmak uçlarımla ovalamaya başladım ben de… İnanılmaz bir zevk alıyordum. Delirtiyordu bu aygır beni…

Çevirdi, sırt üstü yatırıp bacaklarımı omuzlarına koydu, yarağını amıma geçirdi. Gidip geldi. Artık dayanamaz hale gelmiştim. Çılgın,düzensiz bir tempo tutturmuştu beni sikerken… Kah yavaş hareketlerle içimden çıkıyor, ağır çekim tokmak gibi başından başlayıp dibime kadar geçiriyordu sikini, kah aniden hızlanmaya başlıyor, beni ikiye katlayıp kasıkları klitorisimi bastıra bastıra, vura vura, eze eze beceriyordu beni…

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Çarşafı parmaklarımın arasında sıkıp güç almaya çalışıyordum. Başımı iki yana sallayıp duruyordum. Bacaklarım kukla gibi kollarının iki yanından sallanıp duruyor, dolgun göğüslerim o vurdukça pelte gibi titreşiyordu.

Sonunda bacaklarımı iyice ayırıp içimden çıkardı sikini, tekrar göt deliğime gömdü. Daracık delikte sıkışan siki daha da büyümüştü sanki kanalda… Son bir hamleyle kasıklarını yapıştırdı, sikini dibine kadar soktu, öylece kasılmaya başladı. İkiye katlanmıştım, altında eziliyor, nefessiz kalıyordum.

Boşalmasının bitmesini zorlukla bekledim. Yanıma devrildiğinde uyuşan bacaklarımı acıyla indirip yatağa uzattım. Sanki haber bültenlerindeki kasırgalardan birini yaşamış gibiydim. Çatısı uçmuş, her şeyi birbirine karışmış viran bir Amerikan kasabası gibi hissediyordum kendimi…

“İstediğin buydu değil mi Gül hanım?” diye fısıldadı.

Gözlerimi açtım. Yan dönmüş, dirseğine dayanmış, beni izliyordu. Elini uzatıp göğsümün ucunu çimdikledi. Engel olmak için elini tuttum, minnetle okşadım.

“Bütün gece şahane bacaklarını sergiledin bana… Külodunu gösterdin… Masaya her eğildiğinde bu güzel memelerini öyle gösterdin ki, içine düşecektim nerdeyse… Öyle sikimi kaldırdın ki güzelim… Nerdeyse saldıracaktım sana… Kocanın yanında yere yatırıp sikecektim seni… Gözüm karardı iyice… Bütün gece nasıl dayandım, ben de bilmiyorum. Kocan sızsın diye gözünün içine baktım. Rakı kadehlerini dayayıp durdum ağzına bir an önce sızsın diye…”

Mememi okşayan elini tutup dudaklarıma götürdüm, öptüm. Orta parmağını dudaklarımın arasına alıp emdim.

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“Doğru tahmin ettin Murat… Bunu istiyordum gerçekten… Gerçek bir erkek beni siksin istiyordum. Canıma tak etmişti çünkü… Ayyaş kocam sikemiyordu beni… Doyuramıyordu. İyi ki sen çıktın karşıma… Aygırım benim… Hayatımda yaşamadığım zevkleri yaşattın bana erkeğim… Aşkım…”

Elimi bacaklarının arasına götürdüm, demin beni kükreyerek siken canavar yarı sert yatıyordu bacaklarının arasında upuzun… Tutup sıktım avucumda aletini… “Sikine kurban olduğum… Sikişine öldüğüm… Bitirdin beni… Mahvettin…”

Artık elimin sıcak temasından mıdır, sözlerimin etkisinden midir bilmem, avucumun içinde tıp tıp atan damarlarıyla bir anda büyüyüverdi siki, eski halini aldı.

“Bak küçük Murat ne diyor Gül?” dedi gülümseyerek. Doğrulup elimdeki dirilen siki parmaklarımın arasında sıktım, ben de güldüm. İki yana sallayıp,

“Ne diyormuş bakalım bu küçük canavar? Tercüme et bana…”

“Ben daha doymadım, Gül’ün sıcacık, daracık amcığına girmek istiyorum yine, diyor…” Kikirdedim,

“Bak sen azgın şeye… Terbiyesiz… Aç köpek… Doymamış ha? Sen bu ufaklığın terbiyesini verememişsin anlaşılan Murat… Dur sen… Ben onu hapse atayım da görsün… Hem de gün ışığı görmeyecek şekilde, hücreye atayım ben onu… Katıksız…” dedim.

Doğrulup üstüne çıktım. Havaya dikilmiş siki belinden tutup amıma hizaladım. Sulu gözlü amcığım hemen ağlamaya başlamıştı yine… Oysa daha sikinin şapkası dudaklara değmemişti bile…

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Şapkayı am dudaklarıma sürttüm ben de ileri geri… Suyumdan ıslanmıştı hemen şapka… Murat ellerini başının altına koymuş beni izliyordu zevkle… Kollarının pazuları, gerilen geniş göğsü öyle güzel görünüyordu ki bu açıdan… Güldü yine,

“Katıksız diyorsun ama, sadece su vereceksin galiba… Baksana, her yeri su basmış… Senin hücre su içinde kalmış…” dedi. Başı içeri girmişti bu arada… İnleyerek,

“Ohh… Evet…” dedim. “Katıksız… Sadece su ve et… Pembecik et… Söyle ona, son duasını etsin… Senin küçük Murat’ı hücresine gömüyorum şimdi…”

“Ahhh… Daracık amcığın var aşkım… Bitiriyorsun beni… Göm… Dibine kadar göm… Kumanda sende… İstediğin gibi göm ufaklığı… Ohhh… Arkadaşımın güzel karısını sikiyorum, ne güzel… Ercan gel, bak, senin azgın karıcığını sikiyorum… Sulu amcıklı orospunu sikiyorum çatır çatır… Ohhhh…”

“Hayır şaşkın… Üstte ben varım… Ben seni sikiyorum… Arkadaşının karısı sikiyor seni… Amcığımla sikiyorum seni… Mmmm… Çok güzelmiş…”

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Az önceki haşin sevişmeden, aynı siki dakikalarca içine aldıktan sonra bile hala daracıktı amcığım… Dizlerimin üstünde titreye titreye, zevkten dudaklarımı ısıra ısıra alçaldım, alçaldım, dibine kadar aldım koca sikini…

Belinin iki yanında ayrılan bacaklarım yüzünden ıslak amımın dudakları açılmış ve klitorisim ortaya çıkmıştı. Kabarmış klitorisim kasıklarındaki kıllara değiyor, uzun kılları klitorisimi gıdıklıyor, beni zevkten öldürüyordu.

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Ellerimi o geniş göğsüne dayadım. Avuçlarımla göğsünden destek alıp kalçalarımı oynatmaya, oturup kalkmaya başladım. Az sonra ritmi bulmuştum. Biraz oturup kalkıyordum. Sonra kalçalarımı bir dansöz gibi titrettiriyordum siki içimdeyken… Vibratör gibi titreşim yaptırıyordum vajinama…

Murat zevkten inleyip yattığı yerde ikiye katlanıyor, başını kaldırıp memelerime yumuluyordu. Sonra tekrar yavaş hareketlerle inip kalkmaya başlıyordum. Sürekli tekrarlıyordum bu hareketleri… İçimden geldiği gibi… Zevk alacağım şekilde… Erkeğime zevk verecek her yolu deneyerek… Dakikalarca… Sonunda,

“Dayanamıyorum Gül… Geliyorum… Ohhhh… Çok kötüsün… Çok kötü orospusun sen… Azgın fahişenin tekisin… Harika sikişiyorsun… Amcığın bitirdi beni… Oohhhh… Geliyorummmm…”

Fırladım kalktım üstünden… Sikini avuçlarıma, başını ağzıma aldım. Başını ağzımın içinde geveleyip emerken, sulu amcığımdan yeni çıkmış ıslak gövdesini avuçlarımla sıvazlıyordum bir yandan… Bacağımın birini alıp kaldırdı, bacaklarımın arasına soktu başını o telaşın içinde… Ben sikini yalayıp emerken o da alttan amımı yalıyor, klitorisimi dilliyordu.

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Bir anda suratını olduğu gibi amıma gömerken kasıldı, ağzımın içindeki sikinden döller fışkırdı. Yutabildiğimi yuttum, yutamadıklarım ağzıma yüzüme bulaştı. Gecenin ikinci sperm banyosunu yaptırmıştı bana…

Bu arada kendisi boşalırken bile yalamasını kesmemişti. Dili motor gibi yalıyordu amcığımı… Kalçalarımı pençeleriyle kavrayıp parmakları göt deliğimde dolaşmaya başladığında ben de bittim artık… Geliyordum. Sularım erkeğimin ağzının içine fışkırıyordu, hissedebiliyordum.

Sonunda kasılan bacaklarımın arasında nefessiz kalıp boğulmamak için bırakmak zorunda kaldı beni… Kendimi yatağa attım, kısmaya çalıştığım zevk feryatlarıyla, iki büklüm yatakta kıvranmaya başladım. Kasılıp gevşemelerim dakikalarca sürdü. Yatağın üstünde elektrik çarpmış gibi, kukla gibi ellerim kollarım tüm bedenim çırpınıyordu.

Sonunda yatıştırmak için beni kollarının arasına alan Murat’ın kucağında son bir iki kasılmadan sonra duruldum. Ciğerlerim körük gibiydi. Nefes almaya çalışıyordum. Ter içinde kalmıştım. Göğsüm inip kalkıyordu durmadan… Maraton bitirmiş sporcu gibi, bitap, güçsüz yatıyordum erkeğimin kollarında…

“Ah Murat… Öldürdün beni zevkten… Hayatımda böyle zevk almadım aşkım…” dedim.

Murat’ın yerine başka bir ses yanıtladı beni,

“Ben de öyle karıcığım…” diyen kocamın sesini duydum hayal gibi…

Başımı hızla kapıya çevirdim. Nasıl olur?

Evet… Kocam… Yatak odasının yarı aralık kapısında durmuş, bize bakıyordu.

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Kendi yatağında, arkadaşıyla çırılçıplak yatan karısına… Az önce bitirici bir sikişten çıkmış, yorgun, çıplak bedenlerimize…

“Kocacığım… Ben…”

Sustum. Söyleyecek bir şey bulamadım.

Ne diyebilirdim ki… Adamı boynuzlamıştım işte neticede… İstediğime kavuşmuştum. Bir erkekle, kocamın en yakın arkadaşıyla, kankasıyla yatakta kucak kucağa, çırılçıplaktım. Ağzımda yüzümde hala o erkeğin kurumaya yüz tutan dölleri parlıyordu.

Dilimin ucuyla dudaklarımı yaladım, sperm tadını alabiliyordum. Odayı ter ve sperm kokusu kaplamıştı. Yatak hercümerç olmuş, çarşaflar nevresimler bumburuşuk, benim zevk sularımla, terimizle, erkeğimin spermleriyle ıslanmıştı.

Ne diyebilirdim? Asıl, benim zevki içk**e arayan, munis, halim selim kocam ne diyecekti, bana ne yapacaktı, önemli olan buydu…

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Turbanlı Karim ve ben

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selam ben murat(tabiki takma isimler kullanacağım)ben 35 karım ise 30 yaşında size anlatacağım bu anımyaklaşık 1 ay önce başımızdan geçti biz 10 yıllık evli çiftiz karım canan 3 yıldır bir şirkette çaycılık yapıyor aslında ben çalışmasını istememiştim

ama geçim zorluğu benim esk**en beri karımı bir başkasıyla seks yaparken düşünmek beni hep heycanlandırırdı ilk önceleri bunu kendime bile itiraf edemiyordum daha sonra kabullebdim sonraları karımla sevişirken onu başkalarıyla hayal ederek boşalırdım

sonrada hem kendime kızardım hemde utanırdım daha sonraları ise artık ne pişman oluyordum nede kendime kızıyordum hatta artık karımla sevişirken onun bana kimnle sevişmek istediğini söylemesini istiyordum artık ikimizde sevişirken sürekli başkalarını hayal ediyorduk

karım artık bana şirkete gelen misafirlerin ona nasıl baktıklarını bile anlatıyordu sonra sevişirken içlerinden en çok hangisiyle sevişmek istiyorsa onu hayal ederek svişiyorduk sonraları bir avukattan bahsetmeye başladı bu avukat şirkete alacak tahsil etmek için sık sık geliyormuş

karım onu anlatırken daha bi heycanlı oluyordu anlattığına göre karıma bayağı bi ilgi duyuyormuş hatta onu yemeğe bile götürmek istemiş bana anlattığı zaman sevişirken karıma eğer yemeğe gitmek isterse onunla gidebileceğini söylüyordum

ama boşalınca fikrim değişiyordu ama karımında avukata ilgi duyduğu belli oluyordu artık sevişirken bile ben söylemeden avukatla nasıl sevişmek istediğini bile anlatır olmuştu aradan biraz zaman geçtikten sonra artık avukattan bahsetmemeye başlamıştı o her gece seks isteyen karım artık eskisi gibi sevişmiyordu benimle

birşeyler olduğu kesindi ama direk soramıyordum bir gün işe gidiyorum diye çıktım evden işe gitmeyip karımın çalıştığı şirketin yanındaki pastaneye gittim karım gelmesi gereken saatte geldi herşey normaldi işe gelmişti herşey yolundaydı sonra ben ayrıldım oradan

daha sonraki gün akşam çıkış saatinde gittim gene doğruca eve geldi ama ben hala şüphe ediyordum 2 gün sonra tekrar gittim çıkış saatinde beklemeye başladım şirketin önüne bi araç geldi içindeki arabadan inmeden beklemeye başladı az sonrada karım şirketten çıktığı gibi o arabaya bindi ve araba hareket etti

şok olmuştum biraz sağda solda vakit geçirdim kendi kendime düşünmeye başladım suçlu kimdi kesin bendim ama karımı düşündükçede hala heycanlanıyordum kim bilir şu anda ne yapıyorlardı akşam işten dönme saatinde eve gittim karım evdeydi günün nasıl geti diye sorduğumda iyiydi dedi sadece üst üste 3 tekrar gittim şirkete bu sefer arkadaşımın arabasınıda almıştım aynı araba karımın iş çıkış saatinde tekrar gelmişti karım yine bindi o arabaya ve bende takibe başlaım erenköye kadar gitmiştik araba durdu bende fark ettirmeden biraz geride durdum beraber arabadan indiler adam karımın beline sarıldı ve bir binaya girdiler
bende binanın nüne gittim 2.katta avukatlık bürosu vardı demekki avukat karımı tavlamıştı binanın kapısını ittim kapalıydı zillerden birine bastım kapı açıldı merdiven boşluğundan kapıyı açan daireye yanlış oldu kusura bakmayın diye bağırdım

avukatın bürosunun olduğu kata çıktım kapıyı ittim ama kapalıydı bi ara zili çalsammı acaba diye düşündüm ama ne diyecektim karıma ne diyecektim ve oradan ayrıldım gözümle karımın beni nasıl aldattığını görmedim ama ne yapıp edip yakalayacağım onları

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Karşı Pencere – Vol 1

Tutucu diye bilinen İç Anadolu’nun güzel bir şehrinde üniversite hayatı yaşıyordum. Şehrin en yeşil, en güzel yerinden arkadaşlarımla bir apartman dairesi tuttuk. Ev döküntüydü ancak bir öğrenci evi içi fazlasıyla lüks denilebilirdi. Üç yere cephesi vardı, dairemiz üçüncü kattaydı ve sokağı, gelip geçenleri kuş bakışı görebiliyorduk. Sokakları izlemeyi seven biri olarak sokağa bakan odada ben kaldım. Karşımızda net olarak görebildiğimiz iki tane apartman dairesi vardı. Dairelerin balkonunda beton örülü değil parmaklıklar mevcuttu. Ve karşı evler o kadar da uzak görünmüyordu. Tam karşımızdaki apartmanın en üst katında, bize göre çaprazda kalan dairede asla kim olduklarından emin olamadığım iki kız kardeş ve sanırım bir de kocası oturuyordu. Kadınlardan büyük olanı kusursuz bir vücuda sahipti ve sanırım evliydi. Bundan da onca şey yaşamama rağmen emin olamadım. O kadın, evden dışarı çıkan gezen süslü kadınlardan değildi. Varsa yoksa balkonuydu. Fakat o şehirde gördüğüm en güzel fiziğe sahipti. En fazla 32’ndeydi. Güzelliği öylesine duruydu ki sanki yapımında iki kişi değil de bir ekip çalışmış hissi uyandırıyordu. Altına Adidas’ın kırmızı ejofmanlarından giyiyordu devamlı. O pijama ona acayip yakışıyordu. Bacak ve kalçalarının hatlarını öylesine estetik hale getiriyordu ki cazibesine karşı koyamıyor, kapılıveriyordunuz. Her an balkona ya da sokağa çıkar diye pencereden ayrılmaz olmuş hatta ders filan çalıştığım masayı güneş vurmasına rağmen pencerenin önüne koymuştum. Tüm gün onu bekliyordum. O kırmızı eşofmanlı, beyaz tenli ve gördüğüm en güzel vücuda sahip kadını bir kere görebilmek için deliriyordum. Birkaç defa markette vs göz göze geldiğimiz oldu, gülümseyip yanından geçmekle yetindim. Hala unutamam o bakışları. Ama beni asıl heyecanlandıran balkona çıktığında onu seyrettiğim anlardı. Gizemli yollardan ona seyretmem, onun vücudunun yaydığı estetik zevki daha da artırıyordu. Gizliliği seviyordum. Ondan arkadaşlarıma bahsetmemiş, onu kendime saklamıştım. Günlerden bir gün öğleden sonra yine balkona çıktı. Üzerinde her zaman olan kırmızı eşofman vardı. Saçları arkadan tutuşturulmuştu. Beyaz teni güneşle birlikte daha da parıldıyordu. Askılı siyah body giymişti üzerine. Tamamıyla çekici görünüyordu. Tanrı bu kadını güzelliğinin verdiği keyifi herkesten daha çok hissetmem için yaratmış ancak bu hissi bana sadece uzaktan yaşatma sınırı koyarak beni deli ediyordu. Uzun süreler fotoğrafçılıkla ilgilendiğim için ve evde profesyonel bir makinem olduğundan hemen aklıma bir fikir geldi. Mutfak penceresi onu tam karşıdan görüyordu. Ama mutfaktan beni kendi komşularımın görmesi de olasıydı. Buna rağmen elimde fotoğraf makinemle mutfağa koştum. Hala oradaydı. Makinemin poz ayarlarını yaptım. Hızlı davranmalı, çekip görmeden geri dönmeliydim. Bir tane çektim, öylesine hızlıydım ki karede titreme olmuştu. Başka yöne bakmasını bekledim. Başka yöne bakıyordu ve yeniden bir hamle yapıp zoomu en derine ayarlayarak tekrar bir poz daha aldım. Ama yakalandım. Beni gördü. Ellerini balkonun korkuluklarından çekti. Şaşırdı. Korkarak içeri geçti. Korktum, “boku yedim vs” diye düşündüm. “Ya kocasına söylerse…” Sonra odama geçtim. Pencerenin önünde çektiğim pozu büyüterek baktığımda tekrar balkonda onu gördüm. Koşarak tekrar mutfak penceresine geçtim. Bana bakıyordu. Korkuyordum heyecanlıydım ama gözlerimi kaçırmadan ben de ona bakmaya devam ettim. Ne olacaksa olsundu. Hafiften gülümsedi ya da ben gülümsemesini istediğim için öyle algıladım. Şimdi bir test yapmanın sırasıydı. Fotoğraf makinemi yukarı doğru kaldırdım. Etrafa baktım. Kimseler yoktu. Ona doğru yönelttim. Bu sefer daha seksi biçimde iyice korkuluklara yaslandı sanki aşağıda biri varmış gibi yaparak zekasını da ortaya koydu. Cehennem ateşinden bile daha ateşli görünen bacak ve kalçaları daha da bir kavurucu hale geldi. Yanıyordum. Fotoğraf makinem bile ellerimin teri içinde yüzüyordu. Birkaç seri poz çekerek makinemi indirdim. Bana gülümsedi. Doğruldu. Karşı penceredeki kırmızı eşofman altı giyen kadının, resimlerde, filmlerde, kitaplarda, mitolojide tasvir edilen kadın vücuduna, kadın gibi kadın güzelliğine tamamıyla sahip biri olduğunu her zaman düşünürdüm. Ancak bu güzelliği ve bu cazibeyi etkileyici şekilde kullanabileceğini hiç aklıma getirmemiştim. Zira ne başkaları gibi değişik şeyler giyiyor, ne gözü dışarıda geziyor ne de makyaj vs. yapıyordu. Ama fotoğraf çekerken bana verdiği poz, gösterdiği edalar, bana attığı kaçamak bakışlar ve bu kaçamak bakışlar sırasındaki cezbedici enstantaneler beni tam anlamıyla esir etmişti. Karşımda her şeyiyle bir kadın durduğunu, benim ve kendi için delice bir şey yaptığının farkındaydım. Fakat şimdi ne olacaktı? Beni ya da bizi neler bekliyordu?

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