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I love the fresh air.

I didn’t care if my room was cold almost all the time, I just hated stuffiness. I also hated the sound the bathroom ceiling fan made so whenever I took a shower, I made sure that it was off, and the window was wide open. I don’t use a shower curtain, either since that just traps all the hot, steamy air in with me, and I feel like I can’t breathe. No water gets on the floor because all I do is just angle the shower nozzle away from me. Problem solved.

Now, you can’t blame a young man of my age for blowing off a little steam in the shower. Or more accurately, releasing some… sexual pressure. Especially when that young man doesn’t have a girlfriend, or hasn’t even had sex before in his lonely little life. So this is how you can usually find me at around ten o’clock at night: jacking off in the shower.

Sometimes they would be quick little jobs, sometimes I would like to prolong the event by revisiting one of my fantasies. I have my own en suite bathroom so I’m never worried about people waiting around or knocking on my door. My family respects my privacy.

I had now been in the shower for some time. My parents had gone and I amused myself by hunting down free porn on the internet. I went back up to my shower for some private time and let loose stream after stream of cum in a body-wracking, spine-shaking orgasm.

I reached over to the window for the shower gel to get cleaned up when I knocked a bottle over and off of the bathtub rim. I cursed and bent over to pick it up.

Well, you can probably see this coming already. I bent down to pick it up and when I straightened back up, I thought I saw a figure in the window of the next house over. Startled, I reached for my glasses and shoved them on my nose. To my horror, I saw that my neighbour’s wife was there in her bathroom, looking at me, from a distance of about twenty-five or thirty yards.

I pulled the shower curtain over me quick and just stood with the water streaming down my face. How long had she been there? Was this the first time she’s watched me? Did she see me come?

At first I was nervous when I asked these questions, then they sent a little thrill up me. The truth was, my neighbour is quite a fox. She was about my parent’s age, but very good looking. She’s half Indian, with a creamy, mocha coloured skin tone, and quite curvaceous. She has been over a couple times when my parents had dinner parties and, although I’ve only talked to her once, I’ve always admired her large breasts and ample behind, despite her age.

I decided to peek out from behind the curtain to give her a wave and cavalier smile, perhaps a little bow for the show, but saw that she was gone. With mixed feelings, most of it relief, I pulled the curtain back all the way and finished up my shower. I kept checking out of the corner of my eye if she would return, but she didn’t. After about half an hour of watching, I got out and dried off.

The next evening, I went up for a shower at the same time. I was very excited and determined to put a show on for my neighbour if she was there again and I hoped she would be. I would pretend not to see her and give her a nice, long, show, turning to look at her as soon as I ejaculated.

It was not to be however. Alas.

It was to be much, much better.

When I got there, I saw she was almost hanging out of the window, completely, as far as I could see, naked.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I could see her husband standing behind her, pumping into her. His eyes were closed and brow furrowed in concentration. Sweat was dripping down his red face from his balding brow.

She was much more relaxed though. She had a pleasant twist to her lips as her soft brown skin rippled with his efforts. Her big round breasts jiggled and swung forward. They were hardly saggy at all, but her nipples hung low in them. They were nice, big, brown nipples that looked puffy and hard.

I stared, amazed, as she lifted her eyes to my window from across the canyon between our houses. She smiled when she saw me and closed her eyes again.

Her brow contracted and I thought I could hear a small grunt each time her husband pushed into her. It was just on the edge of hearing, but audible none-the-less.

I found myself hard and had to unzip my jeans. My hard-on immediately popped out from through my boxers and I took it in hand. Why not? I thought, as I started rubbing it. Who knows when I’ll get this opportunity again?

I jacked off to their rhythm and imagined that it was me inside of her instead. Her grunts were more frequent and pulled at my heart, they were so sweet. She looked up at me again and smiled to see that I was still there. Although she couldn’t see below my waist from where I was now, she must have known I was jacking myself off.

I heard her turn her head towards her husband and say something which I thought sounded like ‘Harder, I’m cumming now,’ and stiffen as he ploughed deeper into her.

Now she looked me dead in the eye, as I did her. She stiffened and arched her back as she shook under her husband’s assault. Her brow furrowed and she Alanya Escort escort let a long moan out as she shivered and bent forward, releasing a huge sigh. She maintained eye contact with me all the way through.

As she came, so did I. I put a hand in front of me to catch the drops as I spewed forth another great load.

She broke eye contact and bent over the window sill as her husband continued. Eventually he tossed his head back and threw open his jaw.

I ducked out of sight as he did, in order that he wouldn’t see me if he opened his eyes. I wiped my hand with some toilet paper, counted to thirty, and then peeked out from behind the wall.

I just caught the back of the husband as he left the bathroom. His wife was pulling her clothes on slowly and as she put her second arm through her shirt and started to button it up, she looked at me again with a sly smile. I watched her breasts disappear beneath the thin blue fabric of her shirt, only to reappear briefly as she bent over to put on her jeans. Just before she turned around to leave, she blew me a kiss and then disappeared.

As I sat down on the toilet seat, almost breathless, I wondered if I needed a ‘shower’ after all.

* * *

The next day, Saturday, I had to work with my mother in the garden. I was pulling weeds, and thoroughly bored. I replayed what I had seen the previous night in my head over and over again and discreetly adjusted myself when I thought she wasn’t looking.

‘Hi.’

I looked up. Looking down at me from over the fence was the object of my midday fantasies. She was dressed in a little cotton dress which, though I could only see the top half, clung to her every curve, masking nothing. It was a little cold to be wearing something like that and, since I could help looking, I saw that her nipples were sticking straight out.

I couldn’t speak. After all, here was a woman who I had just seen naked and making love the previous night, standing right in front of me! But she didn’t seem to mind my speechlessness.

‘Is your mother about?’

‘Hi Ambrin!’ My mother said, sticking her head out from behind some bushes.

‘Oh, hi. Listen, I was wondering if I could borrow your son for a few minutes.’

‘Oh, I think I could spare him. What do you need done?’

‘There are some shelves and books I need moving to the loft. We’re converting it into an office that I can use.’

‘That’s great,’ to me she said, ‘why don’t you go with her?’

‘O-okay…’ I managed, taking off my gardening gloves. She smiled at me as I walked around the fence and down her driveway.

‘I’ll try to bring him back in one piece,’ she said to my mother as she led me inside. I saw the rest of her outfit and it nearly blew me away. It barely covered her ass and left nothing to the imagination. I hoped she would bend over a good couple times while I was there so I could get a good look up it.

We got inside and I shut the door behind me.

‘It’s just up here…’ she said and started going up the stairs in the hallway. I lingered near the bottom and tried to see up her skirt. I couldn’t make out anything, I certainly couldn’t see her panties.

The loft ladder was already down, and there were two bookcases and a lot of books stacked up near it. Looked like I really was going to help her move furniture like she said. I don’t know what I expected though.

‘You go up first, and I’ll lift the bookcases up to you.’ she said. They weren’t very big, and looked like she could manage them easily. Disappointed that I wouldn’t get a look up her skirt, I climbed up.

Looking around, I noticed that there was definitely some work going on up here, but I wasn’t really sure what. It was kid of roomy, but kind of inconvenient, since the roof sloped on both sides. I couldn’t imagine anyone working up here. But, ours is not to reason why…

‘Okay?’

‘Yeah,’ I called. As she looked up at me, I looked down at her. My disappointment at not seeing up her skirt faded as I looked down it. She was obviously not wearing a bra. I couldn’t see her nipples, but could see the cleft between her breasts, and some of her muscular stomach. I felt my crotch tighten.

‘Okay, I’m going to pass up the first bookcase now,’ she announced, and I bent down to accept it.

She stooped down to lift the case and I thought I saw a nipple as her top fell forward. There was a lot of bobbing though, and I couldn’t be sure. She hoisted the bookcase up to the hole, thus obscuring my view. I pulled it up as quick as I could hoping to get another look down her top, and was rewarded with one when I did.

I put it to the side and got ready to receive the other one. She was already out of my line of vision when I turned back, however. I hoisted that up too and then stared back down at her as she called up ‘okay, that’s those taken care of. Where did you out them?’

‘Just here, at the side.’

‘Hmm. Okay, I’m coming up to take a look.’

I stepped back from the ladder and waited for her to reach the top. As she pulled her self up from the floor… bingo! Full nippular closure!

She Alanya Escort bayan seemed to struggle a bit to get to her feet, but I just kept staring down her top. When she straightened herself out, she smiled at me again.

‘Let’s put the first one over there,’ she said, pointing to a far corner.

‘Alright,’ I said.

‘Here, get the other end.’

I did and we dragged it over to the corner, which was a carpeted area. I put it as close as I could.

‘Is it as far back as it can go?’ she asked.

‘I think so…’

‘Let me see…’

She came over to my side and edged close to me. I deliberately did not step back so that she would have to scrape across my side as she passed. She did. Her round yet firm bottom grazed near my crotch. I felt myself twinge.

‘Okay, looks good.’ She reported. She straightened up but I still stood close to her, trying to act nonchalant, but hoping she would brush up against me again.

‘Want to take a break?’ she asked.

‘Nah, I’m not tired. If it’s all the same to you, we could move the other one.’ I still didn’t move. I was close enough to smell her perfume and see sweat glistening on the top of her breasts.

‘No, let’s take a break,’ she said in a low voice. In the next shocking instant, she stood into me, pressing her body onto mine. Her soft breasts spread upon my chest, her hips pressed into mine, her crotch was against my penis.

‘Feels like you could use a break,’ she said, brushing her hands across my erection.

‘Yeah, m-maybe I could,’ I managed breathlessly, stupidly.

She gave me a small kiss on the lips. Just as I leaned forward to kiss her again, she took a few steps back. I couldn’t move, so I just stood there.

In a calm, graceful motion, she slid the summer dress off of her shoulders, revealing her completely naked body beneath it. My eyes fell immediately to the dark pubic hairs underneath the round curve of her belly.

‘Have you ever had sex before?’

‘N-no,’ I stuttered.

‘Poor you. How old are you?’

‘Eighteen.’

‘I was having sex when I was fifteen. A lot of the boys from my class and some from the years above. Have you ever seen a woman naked before?’ She asked.

‘I saw you last night…’ I gulped.

‘Of course,’ she smiled, ‘I’m glad you did. You wouldn’t believe how much trouble I had getting him turned on, let alone to do me in the bathroom. But you could only see me from the top up. I meant, have you seen a woman completely naked?’

All I could do was nod, yes.

‘Where? On TV?’ She brushed a hand across her breast, making it jiggle a bit, like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

‘No.’ I reminded myself to take a breath. ‘I have an after school drawing class and once we had a nude model come in.’

‘I see. So you saw her all then.’

I nodded again.

‘Was she shaven or hairy here?’ she asked, moving a hand to her crotch. ‘Hairy I’ll bet.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Did you ever wonder what it looked like between her legs? When they were open?’

Another nod.

‘Did you fantasize about her? I’ll bet you did.’

I nodded once more.

‘Have you masturbated about her? In the shower? In bed at night?’

‘Yes,’ I managed.

She sat down on the carpeted floor. Her knees were together, her arms spread out behind her.

‘Have you ever masturbated about me?’

My voice was gone again. How could I tell a married women, let alone one sitting in front of me naked, that I’d fantasized about her? I nodded.

‘How often?’

She wanted an answer for which a nod wouldn’t suffice. ‘I- I dunno. Every week or so…’

‘Once?’

‘A few times.’

She smiled at this. ‘Well, you don’t have to anymore. From now on, I’m taking you under my wing, so to speak. I want to teach you all about sex, and today will be our first session. That is, if it’s alright with you?’

To my mind, the question was rhetorical. She had stopped talking however, so I nodded automatically.

‘Good. Think of me as a teacher, or tutor. You can do anything you want to me, I love it all. Oral, anal, anything.’

I gulped. I didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, I was a little scared. I hoped we wouldn’t be doing any of that now.

‘What about your husband?’ I heard myself ask. Growing up in a highly moral family, I felt compelled to ask that question. At least, that’s the best explanation I can think of for why I said it.

‘Oh, he’s bored of me. I don’t know if he’s getting it somewhere else, or what. Frankly, I don’t care. Just so long as there are plenty of virile young men about it doesn’t matter. I’m lucky if I get it once a month from him these days. I, of course, need it more than that though.’

‘No, I mean, what if he finds out?’

‘Oh, don’t worry. He’s always away during the day and afternoon. Sometimes until midnight. I wouldn’t worry about him.’

‘What if my parents find out?’ Well, they’d kill me, I knew that much.

Ambrin took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was standing her in front of a naked woman Escort alanya giving her the third degree. ‘Well, there’s no reason they should, if you’re a good, unassuming little boy. Parents will sometimes overlook anything, as long as they think their child is an angel. Play up to them. Also, I’ve got a lot of work that needs going on up here and my husband is as sure as hell not going to help me with it. So if I borrow you every once in a while, they shouldn’t wonder…’

Airtight.

‘Now, come on. Are you going to do me or not?’

‘I- I wantB Yes. Of course.’

‘Good. Now get over here. Kneel down in front of me.’ I did so.

‘Want to see what’s between a woman’s legs?’

I nodded. Always the mute when I needed confidence.

‘Okay, put your hands on my knees, and just pull them apart…’

I did. She smiled as I slowly pulled them apart from each other.

Through the widening V, I gradually saw more of my first, up close, pussy. It was a round mound with curly hair, neatly trimmed (though at that point, I didn’t know you could trim them. The skin was darker around it, darker than her light tan body tone. There was a crease in the middle which I supposed I would stick my prick into.

I now had her legs as far apart as they would go.’Feel it,’ she invited.

Cautiously, I moved my fingers towards it. As I reached the first coils of pubic hair, I could already feel the heat emanating from it.

‘Warm,’ I said.

‘Touch it. Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t bite…’ My fingertips came into contact with the hot flesh. I brushed them up and down. She grunted, saying to herself, ‘I always love it when they touch it for the first time.’ I idly wondered how many other pupils she’d had. Then I wondered if I cared.

I pulled my hand away. ‘Squeeze it now. Go on, you won’t break it.’

I pushed my hand back on it. I don’t know what I expected it to be like, but I didn’t think it’d be as soft as it was. As I rubbed it inexpertly, listening to her small groans as I did so, I noticed a trickle of liquid dribble down from between the crack.

‘What’s this?’ I asked. ‘Why is it getting wet?’

‘It’s precum. Same as yours. I get it when I get hot.’

‘I thought women were harder to turn on than men.’

‘They are. But it looks like you’ve got the magic touch.’ She smiled at me, smiling at her. ‘Go ahead, rub it around.’

I did.

‘Now, spread the lips apart. Don’t be shy.’

I brought my other hand up and pushed both sides of the mound away with my thumbs. I marvelled at the concentric folds of glistening skin. It was the first time I had ever seen that. I didn’t even know it looked like that down there. There was a dark pink centre to it that I was curious to feel.

‘Oh, that’s wonderful. I can feel your breath. Go ahead, feel it,’ she said, as if reading my mind. I stuck a finger into the hot wetness. It was soft, yielding, inviting. She twitched as I moved my finger around.

‘Mmm. That’s enough. Don’t want to cum too soon. Why don’t you take your clothes off now?’

I leaned back, my eyes still fixated on her wet pussy. I stole occasional glances up to her breasts which were rising and falling quite heavily now. I started to unbutton my shirt, hesitant under her expectant eyes.

After that came off, I slid off my T-shirt and socks. I stood up to unbutton my jeans and then those too were on the floor. I hesitated with my boxers.

‘Here, let me help with those,’ she said, sitting up in front of me. I must have had that deer-in-the-headlights expression because she smiled up at me and said, ‘relax,’ just as I felt her hands squeeze my butt. I tried to as she rubbed me, but became tense again as soon as she started pulling them down. The band caught on my erection and she stopped.

She looked up at me, looking down at her. Her hands came around and one of them reached below the band and closed around me. She pulled it up and free of the band, letting the boxers slide down my legs, and then let her eyes fall upon it.

My heart was beating like a steam engine as she appraised it, holding it in her hands. She gave it a couple experimental rubs. ‘Lovely,’ she said, and then kissed it on the tip. I thought I felt her tongue dart through her lips, playfully licking it, and I nearly came right then.

But I didn’t, and she released me, lying back on the floor. I stepped out of my boxers.

‘Sit over here, I want you to feel my breasts now,’she said, patting the floor beside her.

I went and knelt straight away. She took my hand and placed it on her left breast, then released it. I let it lie there for a second, feeling the warm softness rise and fall, the hard nipple poking into my hand. I didn’t know they were hard, I remember myself thinking. I squeezed it a couple times first, and then started moving my hand up and down it. I moved my other hand to her right, leaning over her awkwardly. She must have noticed this.

‘Would you be more comfortable on top of me?’ she asked in a carefree tone.

After a second’s thought and analysis, I raised a leg and straddled her. Her knees were together again so my legs were outside of hers. When I lowered myself, I felt my prick press between her legs. She raised her arms above her head, thus raising her breasts as well. They were now directly in front of my face. I raised my hands again and rubbed them a while longer.

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I’m glad I have finally started to fully pursue my feelings and curiosities… I wish I had begun earlier in my life. This was my first experience:

When I was 19, I worked a summer in a factory. I was slim, very blond in the summer. I was probably 5-6, 28 waist, clean shaven face…cute boy. A guy I worked with was gay, about 45 or 46. He was tall, about 6-3, and pretty muscular, and quite good looking. He would talk to me about his experiences with other men all the time, and this night I went to his apartment, something I did quite a few times. I was quite amazed by his stories, and learned a lot about male gay life.

I was fascinated by him, maybe a little attracted, and would visit him a lot. He lived alone about 15 minutes away. We’d usually just talk and he’d touch my leg sometimes. One time he came out of the shower, and asked me if I wanted to see it. I was curious and I did want to…because I assumed he was bigger than me. I touched it and held it, but not for long, but I was still amazed how big he was. And kissing it or putting my mouth on it was out of the question! That was the first time I held someone else’s in my hand. He never tried to kiss me, or even talked about kissing, Alanya Escort escort which is quite unusual, in hindsight.

Another time I went there, he shyly confessed that he had wanted to see my body for a long time, and he asked me to undress for him. I was very flattered, and excited, and after thinking about it for a minute or two, I said I would. I remembered the excitement on his face as I undressed, his anticipation as I turned my back on him to take my underwear off, and how he looked me up and down, and the arousal I felt as I stood there completely nude in front of another man for the first time in my life. And, surprising to me, I was completely hard and aroused.

He couldn’t take his hands off me, stroking and caressing…telling me how shocked he was at how much bigger I was than he expected. It was so weird to feel another man’s hand wrapped around it. I think he even kissed it a little… but he was cautious and afraid to offend me and risk that I’d leave. He kept telling me that I had the most beautiful body, and asked me to lay on his huge king bed…face down so he could look at my ass. I’ve always had a small ass, and he liked it a lot.

He stopped Alanya Escort bayan caressing me briefly, and he started to undress too. I remember turning to watch him, and getting excited watching him undress, an excitement I feel with other guys I watch. I was waiting to see how hard and big he was. He was much bigger and thicker than me.

I remember wondering how he’d feel if I tried to take it in my mouth. He was so obviously infatuated with me. But I couldn’t. If I sucked him that would mean I was gay, and I knew I wasn’t gay! I told myself that for years.

He was telling me about this guy he met, and showing me how he got on top of him just like he was doing to me. I wasn’t sure whether I should stop him…I didn’t know what to do. He was very hard and big, and I felt the head against me from behind, and I didn’t fight him. He was cautious with his pressure, he told me that’s how he did it with his other guy, and how he had slid it all the way in with that other guy. But eventually he stopped and gave up, saying I was just too tight and it wouldn’t go in. I didn’t see any way it would fit, and I had no idea then that with a little patience, foreplay, and lubrication, Escort alanya it might have eventually gone in. (I’m sure I was clenched up very tight!)

I must have been curious, because I don’t remember trying to stop him or give him any resistance. I do remember a pleasurable feeling as he pushed, but I was probably kind of relieved when he stopped. He didn’t try to use any lube, or lick me, or make any effort to enter me more easily. I felt a little guilty that he was disappointed.

I don’t remember seeing him too much after that. It was only a summer job, and I went back to school. But nothing went any further with him at all. I had a girlfriend at the time, who I eventually married, and she knew about him, but I never told her about that night.

What I always wondered was what if things worked out differently that night? What if he had relaxed me, got me drunk, lubed me up, and slid it into me? Would I have liked it? Maybe. Would I have seen him regularly for sex? Maybe, or other guys. I would have been very popular, as cute as I was! Would I have had sex with every guy who came onto me? I would think I would have been somewhat selective. (Those were the pre-HIV days…) Who knows which way my life would have gone? In my 20s, but more in my 30s, a lot of guys came onto me. I would only let them touch me, and some begged me for more. I was never oral on a guy until I moved to Florida many years, and that even required some gradual, slow, and cautious experimentation.

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The Bet I: Bonnie

“Are you crazy?!!” I looked at my friend, Simone, who was sitting across the kitchen table from me. I was in complete shock. We had had this bet going since the beginning of the summer. It was silly really. We both watched the same soap opera and I had bet her that a couple on there would last and she said that they would end up breaking up. Since we both watched the program every day the bet got pretty intense, until finally the wage was ‘whatever the winner asked you to do’.

Simone won and now she was calmly telling me what she wanted me to do – have sex with her older brother, Peter!

“No, I’m not crazy,” Simone said simply. Simone was like that, very cool and collected, and she always got her way.

“But I’ve never even had sex before and…”

Simone interrupted me, “Are you telling me that you’re saving yourself?”

Her tone was slightly sarcastic and I bit my lip. “No… I’m not saving myself… But to lose my virginity over a bet?”

“Listen Bonnie, a bet’s a bet. You lost and its time to pay up. I know that you aren’t saving yourself and you don’t have any moral reason to say no. You told me that the only reason you haven’t slept with any of your boyfriends was because the relationships never lasted long enough. And I know that you’re on the pill so you don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant. So what’s the problem?” Simone eyed me, waiting for my answer.

She was right, I was on the pill for medical reasons and everything else was true. Everything was ringing too true, I realized that Simone had probably been planning this for some time, and she had gathered info about my attitude towards sex over the past weeks by asking questions here and there. It made me a bit angry. But I knew that I was cornered. Simone was like the leader of our clique at school. If I didn’t live up to my side of the bet I knew that this story was going to get around. And Simone would tell it in such as way that would make me seem immature and silly and no one would even question that fact that she had asked me to do something so insane. I also knew that if I did have sex with Peter that she would never say anything about it to anyone. As long as Simone got her way everything would be fine.

I thought about it for a few minutes. Peter was nice and good-looking. He was home for the summer after his first year in college. It certainly wouldn’t kill me to have sex with him…

“Okay,” I said. “I guess you’re right. But how in the world am I supposed to get him to have sex with me?”

“Don’t worry,” Simone said with a satisfied smile. “I have it all worked out.”

***

And she did have it all worked out. Side escort A week and a half later I sat in Simone’s bedroom waiting for Simone to tell me that is was time for the ‘attack’. Simone’s parents had gone away for the weekend and I was spending the weekend with Simone to keep her company. Peter had been instructed to stay home both nights to keep an eye on us. Over the past 11 days Simone had given me a thorough briefing of how the attack was supposed to go. We had watched porno’s and she’d had me practice giving head to a cucumber. She’d even asked me to call up an old boyfriend and give him a blowjob to get a better idea of it but I declined. I thought that she was going way too far but I played along for two reasons. First of all I was still a bit afraid of what would happen if I refused her, and secondly, if I was going to have sex with Peter I’d rather be good at it than not.

After my intense preparation I’d come to some conclusions about Simone. She had a thing for her older brother. If she couldn’t have sex with him then she was going to live vicariously through me. She was even going to watch through his bedroom window – just to make sure that I really went through with it. It was all pretty weird, but since I knew that I was going to try to seduce him I had started to pay more attention to Peter, I was sort of looking forward to having sex with him. I just hoped that I had the guts to go through with our plans.

I sat on Simone’s bed brushing out my long blonde hair. I was wearing all new clothes. A very simple girlish shortie pajama set made of thin white cotton and beneath this I was wearing a lacy white bra and matching panties. Simone and I had shopped for them especially. I was supposed to be playing up my youth and innocence.

Simone looked at me, “You look great! I just went past his room and I can tell that he’s reading now. It’s time to go. Are you ready?”

I nodded and Simone left the room. She was going to sit on the stepstool that we had placed in the bushes outside of one of Peter’s windows. I gave her a few minutes and then went to stand outside of Peter’s door. Every night before he went to sleep Peter read in bed for about an hour. He read with all of his lights turned out except for a bedside lamp. I was supposed to make sure that the bedside lamp stayed on so that Simone would be able to see us. I’m not sure how long I stood outside of Peter’s door, I finally realized that Simone was probably getting anxious. I took a deep breath and lightly knocked on the door. I heard Peter telling me to come in.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Peter said, “Hey Bonnie, what’s up?” but I didn’t answer. My every move Side escort bayan was planned, however sappily, by Simone. I closed the door and locked it and then stood looking at Peter for a moment. He was looking at me in confusion, waiting for me to answer. I reached my hands up and took off my shirt, revealing the lacy white bra that cupped my breasts. Now Peter looked shocked. I walked over to the bed, he had put his book down next to him and I pushed it off the bed onto the floor. I climbed onto the bed and knelt down next to him. As I spoke I placed my hand on his stomach and lightly stroked it.

“Simone fell asleep and I got lonely,” I complained in a voice that was a mixture of girlish and husky. “Can you help me?”

I could practically see the thoughts racing through Peter’s head… “Is she crazy?” – “Is this my lucky day?” All that he managed to say was, “Bonnie what…”

As he groped for words to express himself I straddled his waist. Simone had said that our biggest obstacle was probably my age, so I went into my planned speech, still in that same sexy girl voice. “I know I look like I’m only 15, but I won’t tell anyone if you make love to me. I want you Peter. I want a real man to fuck me. I’m a virgin, I don’t want some silly high school boy to take my virginity. I want someone who knows what he’s doing. I want you. Being in my teens is a good thing. My pussy is young and tight, hot and wet. I want your big hard cock in my pussy Peter.”

Somehow I’d managed to turn myself on with that speech! I think the fact that I was straddling Peter and could feel the heat of his body against my pussy had something to do with it. By the end of the speech my pussy was well on its way to being wet and hot. As I finished speaking I felt something pressing against my ass. It took me a moment to realize that it was Peter’s hardening cock, but as soon as the thought flashed in my mind my body automatically moved. I slid down a bit so that my pussy was overtop his hard shaft. Sensations started emanating from my pussy as I rubbed it against his cock. I quickly removed my bra and looked down at Peter.

“Oh please…don’t you want to touch me,” I cried and his hands were immediately on my breasts, cupping and kneading them, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I let out little cries as he played with my breasts and I continued to rub my pussy against his cock. After a few minutes Peter pulled me down to him and started kissing me. I stretched my legs out so that I was lying on top of him and gave myself up to his kiss. His lips were soft and warm and his tongue was hot as it entered my mouth. His hands went down to cup my ass cheeks and he began Escort side thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth. Each time his tongue thrust into my mouth he rocked his hips upwards and pushed my pussy against his cock. I was moaning against his mouth, I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me, how he was making me feel.

He rolled me over onto my back and his hot mouth went down to my breasts. He licked and sucked and nibbled at my nipples as one of his hands began to stroke my inner thigh. My fingers were running through his hair and I was moaning and whimpering. The hand on my thigh slipped up inside the leg of my shorts and I felt Peter’s thumb slip inside my panties and stroke over my pussy. “Oh god!” I cried. “Please! Oh please, oh please please please please….” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, I just knew that Peter could give it to me and I would die if I didn’t get it.

Peter’s mouth began to kiss and lick its way down my stomach and his hands slide my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and buried his mouth in the blonde curls of my pussy. His tongue licked over every bit of my pussy, tasting me, lapping up the juices that were flowing from my virgin hole. His tongue circled my hole and then poked in, I cried out in pleasure and squeezed his head between my thighs. Peter brought his hands up to spread my legs wide, they remained there, keeping my legs spread and caressing my inner thighs.

His mouth moved up and he began to lick and suck my clit. I was screaming with pleasure and I came almost immediately, juices gushed out of my pussy and dripped down onto Peter’s bed.

Peter quickly moved to lay on top of me, his fingers were in my hair and he was pulling my head back. He kissed and licked my exposed neck and then worked his way to my lips. He kissed me deeply and I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue. I moaned against his mouth in pleasure. His hands were on my pussy, spreading my lips wide and positioning his hard cock at my entrance. The head of his cock began slowly pressing inside of me and I moaned and moaned as he entered me little by little. It was such a torturous mixture of pleasure and pain. Then he was fully inside of me and he began to pull himself out. I thought he was really going to pull himself out and stop fucking me and I cried out in dismay, “Oh no please! Please fuck me pleeease…” His cock thrust deep inside of me and I cried out in pleasure. As he continued to thrust in and out of my pussy my cries built to screams of pleasure. I felt the walls of my pussy grabbing at his cock and my entire body began to shake with a powerful orgasm. As my orgasm subsided I felt Peter’s cock shooting cum deep inside of me. Peter collapsed on me and then carefully rolled me over so that I was on top of him, his limp cock still in my pussy. His hand stroked over my back and ass gently.

“Well,” he whispered in my ear, “do you still feel lonely?”

To Be Continued…

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Along the lower reaches of the Snohomish River lies a cluster of homes. Not even enough to call a village.

The people living there are poor. Mostly they rely on what they can earn from the forest or the river; Salmon (in season), shell fish (in season) kelp (in season), The forest yields mushrooms and florist greens (in season).

Although not Indian, their children went to the nearby reservation as the nearest non-Indian school was fifteen miles away. When the boys were old enough, they joined the military, usually the Army.

Tom Goodnight joined the Army in 2003, right out of High School. He was sent to basic, then on to a Stryker Brigade at Fort Lewis. A year later, they deployed to Iraq. He was inside a vehicle hit by an explosive hidden in the road, suffering a concussion. Nothing more.

Three weeks later, on foot patrol, he was blown into a drainage ditch by another explosion. This time, he had more than a concussion.

He was flown to Germany, then on to Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland. The doctors repaired the torn arm, removed the damaged fingers.

During rehabilitation at Fort Lewis, he met Shirley. Willowy, long brown hair, delicate features. A volunteer in the ReHab unit.

She became his guide, leading him through the exercises to re-establish equilibrium. Nearby Side escort when Rehab Specialists helped him relearn the use of arm and fingers, she became his focus. She became his reason to continue.

The exercise was hard. Much worse than any PT the Army had put him through. Not physically, mentally. Every time he slacked, she leaned in,”When you’re healthy, I’m going to Fuck your brains out.”

Day after day, he worked, feeling strength return to his arm, dexterity to the remaining fingers.

Finally, he was told his discharge was near. When he returned to the Rehab unit the next day, there was no sign of Shirley. He asked what had happened with her, no one knew.

Sadly, he waited for the papers to be completed. Took forms where told, stood in lines as directed.

The day of his discharge, he stood at the Main Gate, waiting for the first of several buses to take him home.

“Hey Soldier, want a ride?”

He barely lifted his head, slightly nodded as he bent to pick up his single bag.

“No, I’ll get that for you. Are you ready, I promised to Fuck your brains out, remember?

With a start, his head came up. He was looking into the deepest pair of green eyes. How had he not seen them before?

“Come with me, we’re going home.”

Standing in her bedroom, Side escort bayan she removed all his clothes, kissing the scars on his chest. When he was completely unclothed, she began to strip. First her blouse, button by button until the lace bra beneath was revealed. Dropping the silky material to the floor, she released the clasp at the side of her skirt. The room was silent except for their breathing and the rustle of material sliding down her legs. She stood before him, filmy lilac bra encasing conical tits, nipples hardening against the thin material, and lilac panties, wrapping over her hips, sweeping down between her legs, damply enclosing prominent lips.

She released the clasp between her breasts. Holding the cups in her hands, she slowly opened her arms. Lightly tanned, a few freckles, brown nipples standing firm to his gaze, he took her in.

“Do you like what you see? Should I continue?”

All he could do was nod.

She moved her hands to her hips, slid fingers under waistband, “Are you paying attention? You’ll have to do this soon.”

Her hands slid slowly down, the panties sticking to her wet lips, then finally dropping free.

She took him by the hand, led him to the bed, laid him in the center. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

He could only shake Escort side his head.

“Then leave everything to me.”

She bent to his groin, inhaling his cock, taking one, then two, then three inches of him. She rose, took a breath, then went down again, three, four, four and a half. Back up for air, then down, until her nose nestled in his pubic hair, his cock in her throat. She held him there, her tongue swabbing the underside of his cock.

She rose once again for air, then drove down, laving his cock, then pulled up sucking the sperm from him. He came, spewing into her mouth, down her throat, around her lips, dripping down her chin.

She sat back, smiling.

She grasped his cock stroked it twice, then lifted a leg, swung over his hips. Placing his head at her entrance, she sat upright, then let herself slide onto his cock. Only when he was fully embedded, did she look down at him. “Are you ready?”

Slowly at first, she lifted, then fell, faster and faster. Grabbing his hands, she lead them to her tits, forcing him to squeeze, harder then harder again, She began to shake, her insides clasping and quivering, her rhythm broken. Reaching down, clasping the muscles of his chest, she came. Shaking her head she growled, “Come on, Come on, Come on, Now, come with me, Now!

He came, not just sperm. Everything. Every emotion he had ever bottled up, the pain, the fear, the loneliness of his life all came out.

He was reborn.

As he returned to the present, and the woman above him, a calendar caught his eye.

Today was Thursday.

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I wrestled when I was in college. I wasn’t very good but it was a small school, I had a little training, and I could beat my schoolmates in my weight class. So I was varsity. I was in very good shape. All wrestlers are. We did a lot of work. I was an even six feet tall, about 175 pounds. I always had to lose a couple pounds to make weight before each match. My dirty blond hair was in a crew cut. Today, I’d probably have a shaved head but back then a short crew cut was the thing. So I looked good, physically.

Of the different possible personalities, I was passive as opposed to aggressive. Still am. Never, ever in a real fist fight in my life, could always talk my way out of situations rather than battle. Seems odd for a wrestler but to me wrestling was all strength and technique. Being too aggressive could be a drawback.

Add to that, I had an almost pathological fear of females. Oh, I could talk with anyone, get along with anyone. But at dances I was one of the ones on the side talking to other guys rather than out there dancing with girls. Maybe it’s because I had four older sisters and was raised by a single mother after my Dad died when I was five. I don’t know. But I could not make a romantic or sexual move on a girl. I was fine in groups but get alone with one and I would freeze up. Withdraw rather than attack.

Needless to say, I was a virgin.

There was a very cute girl in the class behind mine. I was a junior, she a sophomore. Very small. Maybe five foot two and slight as opposed to sturdy. Pretty face. Lovely coloring. Dark red hair, green eyes, a few freckles, great smile. Girls then seemed to wear sweaters and skirts a lot. I noticed the way her sweaters dropped in soft folds from the swell of her breasts. Not huge breasts. Some girls would wear tight clothes that showed off their breasts, but not her. Very attractive, very feminine, demure, proper.

I was no good with girls but I wasn’t dead, I noticed the ones that seemed attractive to me. And she sure did. Her name was LaVerne.

Because of some group in the school, I can’t remember which one, about forty of us were out caroling around campus and into the near neighborhoods at Christmas time. It was cold. The little snow that was around was melting during the day and freezing again at night. It was just past dusk, starting to get honestly dark. Probably seven or eight o’clock. I ended up standing behind LaVerne as we formed rows and sang. I don’t know what I was doing there. I’m no singer, never was. But there I was. I always have nerve in public, in groups. For some reason, I guess just because she’s so attractive, I put my arms around her and held her fairly close , her back to me, as we sang. Maybe because it was cold. She seemed to relax and lean against me. So, as we moved to the next site, I kept an arm around her. And then at the next place, and the next, etc., I held her as she leaned back against me.

I had never asked her for a date. We had talked occasionally, always in small groups, in the cafeteria or other places. So we knew each other to some extent. But this was not at all like me to be holding a pretty girl. But she seemed to accept it, maybe even like it.

Maybe I should add that this was primarily a teacher’s college. A pretty square place. I’m sure that people are human so most likely there were some students fucking like minks but not to my knowledge. LaVerne’s older brother was a year ahead of me. To my knowledge she and her family were every bit as square as me and many others there. Prospective teachers are not a wild lot in general.

So, because of that evening caroling, I asked her on a date. She agreed. Readily agreed. Christmas holiday had hit so I got the car from my mother and drove to LaVerne’s home. It wasn’t a huge distance, something like fifteen miles. We went to a movie and I took her home. We’re sitting on a couch in what I guess is a den in her home. Her parents were in the house somewhere but weren’t going to bother us — they may have even gone to bed. I have no idea what to do. I blabber some but make no move to put my arm around her or anything. She puts up with it İstanbul Escort for maybe five minutes.

Then, “Jack,” she says, “Shut up and kiss me.”

So I kiss her. I put one arm around her shoulders, the other around her waist, turn to her and kiss her. I hold the kiss. I like it. I must have kissed somebody at some time but this was likely my first romantic kiss. I moved my lips a little and she did, too. I moved my hands on her back and held her and kept kissing her. I stopped for just a second and then sort of did little kisses several times and she did too and then I kissed her again. I caressed her and felt her. I’d never felt like this before. Maybe she hadn’t either. But I know I hadn’t. When I finally pulled back for a moment, I said something like “Wow.”

She said, “Me too.” So I kissed her again and then again. She was definitely kissing back. At some point, as I kept moving my hands around on her back, she moved or something because my hand that was lowest ended up under her sweater on her bare skin. We kept on kissing and I moved my hand around on her bare back, under her sweater. My hand ran into the back of her brassiere. I must have moved my fingers back and forth feeling it. Somewhere between kisses she said, “Go ahead.”

Maybe it’s because I had four older sisters, I don’t know. But I did know that brassieres were fastened by hooks and eyes. So even though I had never done this before, I held one part of the strap with my hand that was outside her sweater while my hand on her bare back pushed the other part forward until the hooks left the eyes and it was loose. Well, I had seen those breasts in the sweater often and found them lovely. Even I wasn’t so dumb as to not realize that the whole idea of loosening the bra was to get to the bare breasts. So I did.

I had to pull back a little to move my hand, under her sweater, from the back to the front but I was soon holding a soft mound of flesh. I remember thinking, “It’s more than a handful” as the old cliché might have it. She was small so her breasts were small to match her. But they were definitely there. Not huge DDs but likely a nice B. Being greedy, I guess, I moved my other hand around to hold her other breast. I was holding them softly, just feeling them. I moved my hands some, sort of caressing them, trying to get a good feel for them. I felt a nipple and then the other one. I sort of put a finger on either side of a nipple and squeezed a little. Then the other one. Then some more feeling.

She sort of sighed and took the bottom of her sweater and lifted it. It was dark in the room but not pitch black, I could see. And I was looking at two breasts looking back at me. I glanced up at her. She sort of nodded her head and glanced down. Those breasts weren’t out there by accident. I was supposed to do something. Still holding both of them I leaned down and kissed one. Licked it. Got my lips to a nipple and sucked on it a little. I could hear her breathing. It was more than breath. It was almost like a cat purring. A very soft growl from down in her throat somewhere. I moved my mouth to the other breast and kissed it and sucked the nipple, still holding the first breast. Her sweater was sort of stretched across her upper body, just above the breasts. She had her arms around me. She moved one hand onto the back of my head. The other hand moved down my side and into my crotch and started feeling my very erect cock through my pants. I could hear her. She never said it out loud but just sort of mouthed it, breathed it. Just a single “Oh fuck”.

Out loud she said, “Kiss me.” I straightened up and kissed her, my hands still on her breasts. Her hand started unzipping my fly and slid inside and grasped my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me and moved up and down. I’m kissing her and her mouth opens some and I can feel her breath. Her tongue moves into my mouth. I respond and push my tongue into hers. I had never done this before. We’re sort of sucking on each other.

In one move that I still can’t describe, our kiss ends and she moves out around me a little and bends down some and is looking at my bare İstanbul Escort bayan cock that she’s pulled out into the open. Her face is just a couple inches from it. Then her mouth is around it and she’s sucking on me. Holy shit, I’m getting a blow job! Thinking back now I realize she didn’t really work my cock all that much. She just licked and sucked on it and got most of it into her mouth. Whatever, it probably took less than a minute and I knew I was going to cum. This had never happened to me. What do you do? I had never felt like this before. So I just said, “I’m going to cum.” If anything, her mouth got more active and I did cum. I probably shot off the most I ever had in my life. I wasn’t down there looking at her but based on the way my pants looked later, she never lost a drop.

Then she sat up and looked at me with a big grin on her face. There she is right in front of me, I’m still holding her breasts, she just sucked my cock and I’m feeling sexier than ever in history so I kiss her. As we kiss, she leans back toward the arm of the couch, I keep kissing her and lean over her. Her hands are not on my back or my head anymore. Then I can feel her lifting her hips, pressing her hips up against me. And there’s something more going on. I break the kiss to look and try to see what she’s doing. She’s sliding her panties off. She has them on her thighs, bends her knees and lifts her legs and gets them on down and off her feet.

“Do that to me, ” she says.

I’m so dumb. I have no idea what she means. “Do what to you?” I ask. Her knees are still bent up, I’m to her side, almost ready to fall off the couch but still holding on to her breasts.

“Do for me what I just did for you,” she says.

I just look at her. I can’t suck her cock, she doesn’t have one. Then I slowly begin to remember what I’ve heard about oral sex, about eating a girls pussy. I really don’t know what it is or how to do it but that’s what she wants, I guess. “I will,” I say, “but I’ve never done it, don’t know what to do.”

“Well I’ve never done a guy before either. Just use your mouth and tongue and do whatever you can.” She lifts her skirt up, clear up to her waist, and she drops her knees off to each side. “Move between my legs,” she says.

I kneel between her legs and bend down. Her knees are bent, her legs on either side of me. I get my face into some hair. I bring my hands up and start feeling around. “Lower” she says. Out of the side I can see her knees move up towards her and her bottom, that my fingers are on, sort of rotates up. “Here,” she says. Her hands come down, below my face, and pull on herself. It’s fairly dark but I can see light glistening on something moist and her fingers holding herself open. I get my lips to her and stick my tongue into her. I can hear her taking in a breath as my tongue touches her. I lick and suck. It’s interesting. Sort of a meaty taste. I’ve never licked a raw steak but maybe it tastes like this. “Up just a little,” she says. She moves one of her hands and I can see her finger just up an inch or so, so I lick up there with my tongue. “Yes,” she says. “Yes. Can you feel it?” I can. It’s just a bump but I lick my tongue on it. An “aaah” from her, almost a growl.

I have no idea what to do. I lick, move my tongue down and then up again. I realize my next voyage around that the opening to her vagina is below me and I get my tongue into it. As I lick back up I move my hand under my chin and slide a finger into her vagina. I can’t even describe what her mouth and vocal chords are doing. It’s not moans, it’s not screams, it’s much more than just breathing heavy or panting, and it’s obvious that she trying to muffle herself and not get loud. As I get my tongue busy on what I now realize is her clit, and get my finger well into her vagina, her hands move up. Peripherally I realize that she’s pulling on her nipples while I work on her down below. Everything I’m touching and licking changes form. Her insides seem to get softer, mushier. Her clit actually grows. She gets more and more moist. She lasts longer than I did but finally a flush of wetness Escort İstanbul comes out. Juice. I can feel it on me. On my mouth and cheeks and chin. My chin’s actually wet. Sticky.

Her hands come down onto my head and push me into her. Her legs close on me. Her whole body seems to jump or jerk. Then she opens up again. My head and face are free. I sit up a little. She’s exhaling, then trying to get her breath.

“Wow that was good!” she finally almost murmurs. It’s weird. Her sweater is pushed up onto her shoulders, her breasts bare. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, her bottom bare. She’s laying about half way back onto the couch, her head and shoulders up on the arm. She reaches for me, sitting up slightly, and pulls me onto her and tries to kiss me. So I cooperate and we kiss. A really good kiss. “You’re all wet,” she says and sounds as if she might laugh.

“I hope I will be again,” I say and kiss her again.

“Ooh, Jack, you definitely will be. This has all been so great. Unbelievable.”

She moves around some more and ends up sitting on my lap, her knees on either side of me, facing me, and we hold each other and kiss. Her panties are off, her breasts are still almost bare, my cock is still outside my fly. As we kiss, she wiggles her bottom some. I reach down and pull her skirt loose from between us so her sex is almost sitting on my cock. I can feel flesh touching flesh. I’m also completely up and hard again. She moves her bottom some more, obviously feeling me against her.

“I think that’ll have to wait until next time. I’ve had about all I can handle for now,” she says, kissing me. I’ve got my hands around holding onto her butt.

I don’t know to this day, forty years later, whether this was all the first time for her or not. I know it was for me. And I really have no reason to doubt that it was for her, too. I do know that on the next date mine was the first penis to penetrate her vagina because it had to break its way in and, since she was on the top, was fairly messy for me.

For another year and a half we repeated everything we did there and more. It’s surprising that, on a busy and fairly crowded campus, so many places could be found to have sex. In an empty classroom she would perch on a desk and I’d sit on a chair between her legs and give her orgasms. She could kneel and suck me all kinds of places that were at least temporarily safe. We also learned it’s fairly easy to just fuck up against a wall. Doesn’t take long at all. On a few occasions when either of our room mates were gone we could even sneak into each other’s dorms for some serious sex. Completely naked sex. And it never would have happened if she had waited for me. Throughout our time together she remained the leader, the instigator. I commented once about the cost of rubbers, we used a lot of them, so she bought a bunch.

Then I graduated and got a job and moved. Teachers didn’t make much and I couldn’t afford to get back although I did write and call. Several months later I saved enough to come back and visit but she told me she was dating someone else. I even knew him. A nice guy. Big guy. Football player. Probably two inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than me. It made me realize that we never told each other we loved each other. We each said we loved the sex but nothing more. I wasn’t in love, I was in lust. And so was she. Obviously, she missed and wanted the sex and when I wasn’t there she found someone who was. I’ve never blamed her. I learned a couple years later that she and the football player got married. I suspect that she planned it all. And if she planned getting married I bet she planned on having kids and they had some fairly quickly.

I have a lot to thank her for. I don’t know what made that proper little girl decide it was time for sex or why I was the one she chose to have it with. But I’m glad she did. I learned a lot about female anatomy and female sexuality that’s been of value ever since. It’s helped me through a few relationships. One started with my kissing the girl’s pussy lips before I ever did her face lips but that’s a whole other story. I’m sure it’s helped me through what’s now a very long marriage. The sex is so good for both of us that it makes it possible to solve little problems that might come up about money or children or the color of carpet (whatever she says). So, I have a lot to thank LaVerne for.

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Heat ripples and rises from the ground in shimmering sheets of haze. The air is stifling in its stillness, the sky a washed out expanse of pale blue that looks as hard and dry as the land I stand on. I am standing on the side of my new dam. Or at least it will be if it ever rains again. The work is nearly finished and the dam will be the largest and deepest on the property, and is big enough to call a lake. The one that will supply the stables and yards with water.

I swipe sweat off my face before I bend back to help finish setting up the pump and lines. I work alongside the men until the heat gets too much and I call for a break, we have been working since first light at 4am. The men don’t grumble about delays as we troop to what little shade there is. Talk is of the drought we’ve been suffering through and of the storms and rain that have been predicted for later in the week and that the dam will be all ready to catch whatever water manages to make it into the catchment area.

The far away grumble of a large motor reaches us through the still air and we turn to look in the direction it is coming from. A plume of dust tracks the progress of the 4X4 as it comes closer and I bite back a groan when I recognise the engine notes of my brother’s truck and I KNOW that he won’t be alone.

Against my will my body goes on alert, my nipples bead and moisture floods my sex. I close my eyes and breath deep as I struggle to get my emotions and reaction under control. His best friend seems to have become glued to his side whenever he comes for a visit these days. A friend that I’d rather not have to deal with. A friend that I’ve always had a thing for. Even when I was too young and the age gap a bit too much. There had been an overwhelming attraction that had scared the daylights out of my, untried, teenaged self until I was old enough to understand the attraction.

A friend that, after realising that the attraction was mutual, had stopped coming home with my brother and had moved to another city then stayed away for 6 very long years. A friend who several months ago had come back to town and had let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I am his.

His intensity and presence had been impressive when he was a young man. Now he was a man in his prime and power rolled off him like the heat rising from the ground. Intense. Driven. Overwhelmingly Alpha male. Now,6 years later, I recognise a man who is a threat to my hard won peace of mind. And my own reactions to him make what I’d felt as a teen look like a molehill next to a volcano that is rumbling and threatening to erupt.

I watch the cloud of dust bypass the house and barrel towards us. I give the men their orders for the rest of the day and walk towards my own truck. I can use the excuse of my brother taking over so I can escape to the house under the guise of putting a meal on for the team. I climb into the driver’s seat and move out, meeting my brother halfway between the house and the dam site. We pull up next to each other and have a quick catch up on the work and what needs to be done before the rains come. All the while his friend’s eyes are glued to my face, I may be fooling my brother but I’m not fooling Dane.

Dane knows precisely why I’m heading back to the house and his look lets me know that my avoidance won’t work forever. His lips twitching when he rakes his gaze downwards lets me know that my body has betrayed me as well. I know that I have to learn how to deal with Dane and my reaction to him, because Dane is about to become my closest neighbour.

Owning neighbouring properties had been a dream for me and my brother for years. Then this property was put up for sale and a month later the one next to it was posted for sale as well. We hadn’t been able to resist buying both parcels, one for each of us, and combining the two into the horse stud and training facilities that we have dreamed about for most of our lives.

We have had both properties for nearly a year now. Then a few weeks ago the property on the other side of mine had gone up for sale. We had talked about putting in a bid for it ourselves but had to admit that our start up was stretched enough already with the work we had underway and planned. Then before I knew anything about it Dane snapped it up and I was now trying to come to terms with having him for a neighbour once the sale is finalised. My brother, of course, is rapt with having his best friend so close to hand and all I can think is thank god Dane’s house is out of sight of mine and not close enough to walk to.

Wrenching myself back to the present I slow the truck so I’m not stirring up too much dust as I pull up near the house. I climb down and make my way to the laundry and strip out of my filthy clothes then head to the bathroom for a very quick shower. Turning the water on and off to save as much of the precious liquid as possible, stopping only long enough along the way to turn the aircon on. If I had to cook in this heat then I wasn’t going to cook myself in the process.

Feeling cleaner and starting to feel the İstanbul Escort air cool off I headed into the kitchen to dig out the makings for the braised stew I’d planned for tonight. Despite the heat a hearty meal was a necessity after a hard day of heavy work and part of the deal for the workers is room and board while they are here. I prepare lunch and dinner and my brother provides the beds and breakfast. It gave me a good cut off the quoted price of the work so I don’t mind and I quite enjoy cooking when my efforts are appreciated and starving men do appreciate it.

I flicked my cd player on and set Loreena Mckennitt to play. I hauled my biggest, cauldron sized, pot onto the oven and added a splash of water and oil to the bottom. Lined up the carrots, capsicums, button mushrooms and onions and started cubing the meat before tossing them in seasoned flour. Then started braising the steak in batches with the onions while I chopped up the carrots and capsicums and building the layers of meat, veggies and whole mushrooms until the meat was all used and topped off with the last of the veggies.

I put the lid on the pot and made the thick gravy with the scrapings off the bottom of the frying pan. Tomato paste, herbs, flour and red wine, mixing until I was happy with the flavour then emptying it into the pot and giving it a stir before replacing the lid and turning the heat up a bit. All the while I fell into the music that swelled and flowed around me, The Lady of Shalott flowed into Dante’s Prayer and I closed my eyes and drifted to the song, singing along: “Then the mountain rose before me, By the deep well of desire, From the fountain of forgiveness, Beyond the ice and fire… Cast your eyes on the ocean, Cast your soul to the sea, When the dark night seems endless, Please remember me….”

“I never forgot you. Not for one instant.” My eyes flew open and I spun around, my heart pounding and lodged in my throat as the deep voice rolled over the top of the song. Dane stood in the doorway to the hall, filling the opening and swamping the room with his presence. His shoulder propped against the frame, one foot crossed in front of the other and thumbs tucked into the belt around his lean hips.

Dane looked as though he’d been standing there for a while and my answer to him was an acerbic, “Well you fooled me! But what I really want to know is why you bothered coming back after all this time, why now?” Dane straightened up and prowled towards me, pressing the stop button on the cd player as he went past it. I dumped the fry pan onto the bench and backed away from him, I didn’t want him that close to me. I came to a stop when I backed into short bar at the end and started to step sideways between the centre island and the bench but he lunged forward and grabbed my arm, hauling me up short and pulling me against him.

“I didn’t have a choice, I had to leave. You know that!” Dane ground out as he racked his free hand through his hair. “If I had stayed I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself, I had no control around you and you were too young and I was too old for you!” His voice dropped to a whisper, “If I had done what I so desperately wanted to do, what I nearly did do, then I would have deserved to have been drawn and quartered. But I couldn’t stay away any longer. You aren’t too young any more and the age difference isn’t so marked now.” I shuddered as his hands moved up and down my arms, bites of electric shock following in their wake. Sparking the need inside me that had never gone away.

Memories of the night he was talking about had played out in my mind time and time again over the years. My imagination supplying many different endings to the one that had actually happened.

“I wasn’t too young, I was nearly 18!” I sputter out the old argument and knew what his reply would be… that he was 8 years older and should have had more control than to give in to the fire that had flared between us. That still did flare between us. Only now I was the one pulling away.

Dane’d hurt me back then, I’d been half naked, under him. Bared to him and begging for relief from the needs that tore at me and if my brother, calling for him, hadn’t interrupted us then he would have taken me and the outcome would have been very different. As it was he’d jerked back as if he’d been scalded, callously told me to straighten myself up and taken off. Leaving me with a burning, ache deep inside that wouldn’t abate. By morning he was gone, no note, no goodbye, no explanation. I heard the laundry door bang and my brother called out as he kicked his boots off.

I sneered as I said, “Saved by the bell… Again.” Dane swore a blue streak as he moved to sit at the island.

I move to the sink and cleaned up the things I’d used when putting the Braise together while my brother tells us there are clouds building on the horizon. Then says that the dam only needs some finishing touches that will be done this afternoon. I raided the fridge for sandwich fillings as I reply to that bit of news. They must have worked double İstanbul Escort bayan time to finish getting the pipes laid that quickly. That means only cosmetic work to tidy it all up is left to do. I make a huge pile of sandwiches and ensure the urn is full before telling my brother to call the men in for lunch. Dane heads out and I hear the horn of his truck blare out three long blasts.

His gaze is intense as Dane watches me pull out mugs and line them up next to the urn with the coffee, tea, milk and sugar but he doesn’t talk. I feel as though he is weighing me up and I fidget at the thought of him finding me wanting. I cover my restlessness by hustling to the fridge and pulling out the big glass jug of fruit infused water and filling it to the brim with ice before setting it on the table with the glasses.

I hear the rumble of a 4X4 turning into the yard as I set plates on the table and turn to give the stew a stir as the men troop into the kitchen. Filling the room with the noisy chatter of hope for the clouds to come across and drop their precious bundles of water over the parched earth. Dorothea MacKellar was dead right in her poem “My Country” describing our Australia as a land of drought and flooding rain, we seem to either have one or the other here. But rain means life on the land and without it livestock die and farmers go broke, a hard life but one that we love and struggle to keep.

The men plough their way through the sandwiches and hurry back out to the dam, wanting to get as much done as possible and all their equipment packed up, just in case. My brother and Dane go with them. I walk outside with them to see the clouds for myself but I will stay in the house seeing my brother will be out at the dam. Avoidance, yes… but I also have things to do in and around the house and I use the cleaning to distract my mind from a certain male who is far too sexy for my peace of mind.

Between tasks I check on the stew and give it a stir then get busy finishing off the mounds of rising dough I’d set aside that morning. I love making bread, kneading the dough is always soothing. I’ve made enough dough for 4 loaves of bread and a couple of dozen rolls. I separate the dough for the bread and place the pans into the oven and set the rest of the dough aside for another rising. I will put the rolls on so they will still be hot when dinner is served up. The afternoon slips by as I catch up with all the things that I’d been ignoring while I worked out at the dam. One thing about this heat, one load of washing is dry by the time I go out to hang out the next load. Recycling the water from each load, cleanest things first, clothes I’ve worn into town followed by sheets & towels, last of all the grotty clothes I’ve been wearing to work outside in. As I take the last load off the line I watch the clouds creeping closer and a far off rumble of thunder echos in the distance. I cross my fingers that it isn’t a dry storm. In fact I don’t care about getting a storm at all, I just want it to rain.

Hoisting up the basket of washing I head back to the house and hear the rumble of the trucks coming back, they are early so they must have finished. Now I couldn’t wait to see the dam brim full of water. In time I will add a large covered shed with picnic tables out there with a bbq and plant some shade trees around it as well. I’d already had the men put in a little dock and would get a small rowboat, useless I know but I wanted one. I’d even looked at stocking the dam with some fish, but it needed to be full of water first. I dumped the basket into my bedroom and headed back to the kitchen.

The men were finished early but the stew was ready and in 20 mins the rolls would be too. I turned the heat on under the pots of potatoes and greens. The loaves of bread were cooling on racks and I shoved the trays of rolls into the oven and set the timer before setting the table. I heard the laundry door open and the rowdy laughter of the men as they scrubbed up before tromping through the house. I’d established on the first day that dirty boots were to be left outside and hands and faces scrubbed before sitting down. I didn’t mind about sweaty bodies or clothes, they couldn’t be helped, but clean hands and faces could be.

They started coming into the kitchen and I saw my brother pass through into the bar before coming back out with icy cold stubbies. They all guzzled cold water before taking appreciative swigs of the cold beer. They were full of talk of the rain that looked promising and wanting to know if there was any other work around the properties that we wanted done.

I’d already decided on using them for any further work I wanted done, they were damned good workers and what they did was quality, with attention to the details. A lot of work ahead for them, we wanted miles and miles of post and rail fencing to be done and I wanted a cross country course built as well as a jumping ring and a covered arena. But getting more fencing done would be first. As well as planting about 20 acres of lucerne as soon as we Escort İstanbul had some rain.

I dished the stew into serving bowls and set them out on the table, along with the bowls of veggies I’d prepared and pats of butter and conversation fell away as they all started heaping up their plates. Then grabbing for the steaming rolls when I added them to the haul. I grabbed a beer for myself and sat down to join them. Quiet reigned while they assuaged the worst of their hunger, but I was always aware of a pair of eyes that rarely left me and had me fighting the need to squirm in my seat.

I seemed to be constantly cursing my wayward body and its reaction to the man who had managed to sit next to me and kept brushing his leg against mine. The constant struggle in our mostly silent war was wearing me down and the magnetic attraction was only getting stronger with every look and touch. It felt like I’d been fighting my entire life. Well I had been for a damned good part of it. I stifled my sigh of relief when the meal was finished and the men all trooped out to go to my brother’s place. Dane had to leave too because he’d arrived in my brother’s truck and didn’t have his own car with him. For which I was grateful.

After the men had left I went to the stable yards and checked on the horses as I topped up their water and measured out their feed. Spending some time with each of them, specially the newer mares. The sky outside was dark and the scent of rain floated on the air. I drew in deep breaths of the promised moisture and prayed for more than just a few drops as I made my way back to the house. I finished dealing with the dinner things and curled up with a book in my favourite chair. Reading while I listened to the radio and the local news and talk back.

The quiet of the evening was shattered with a sound like a freight train bearing down on me. RAIN!!! Real rain was coming. I raced out the back and felt the first stirrings of a cool wind as I watched the dark line move towards me. Excitement gripped me and I raced for my truck and headed for the dam. I knew that we’d get enough rain to at least fill the tanks. I wanted to see if any of it made it to the dam. The rain reached me when I was halfway there and it was coming down in a waterfall. I slowed down and crept along until my headlights hit the mound of dirt that hadn’t been moved yet. With the windows cracked open under the weather strips I could hear water starting to run downhill.

I turned the engine off and grabbed my torch out of the glove box before diving out the door and doing a happy dance in the mud and rain, uncaring of the mess I was getting into. I made my way to the rim and pointed my torch down the slope and could see the run off slowly making its way down to the bottom as it pushed through and over the hard packed earth. It would take a great deal of rain to fill this dam but if this was the start of a true wet season then we would have a great deal of rain in the coming months.

Laughing with happiness I slogged back to the truck and hauled myself in, stuffing an old towel under me as I sat down, shoved my hair back off my face and started back to the house. “Oh, NO!” I groaned aloud when I swung into the yard and saw the truck parked there and my headlights haloed the figure leaning against one of the posts. I swallowed hard as I parked under the carport at the side of the feed shed and rolled down the well sheltered window on my side to allow the cabin to dry out. I dragged the soaked towel with me as I slid out then squared my shoulders as I took my time walking to the house.

Ignoring Dane as I stalked into the laundry and kept my back to him as I started stripping off my saturated clothes. Throwing them into the washing machine, along with the wet and muddy towel. No need to skimp on water tonight. I grabbed a clean towel out of the linen cupboard and wrapped it around me before easing out of my underwear and adding them to the wash. I started heading to the shower, feeling a bit uneasy because Dane hadn’t spoken yet and I was expecting a lecture at the very least. But I kept ignoring him and headed into the shower, I could afford to have a long thorough scrub with full running water for the first time in months.

I sighed with pleasure as I stepped under the warm spray and reached for the shampoo. Then nearly jumped out of my skin when strong fingers closed over mine and took the bottle from me. I hadn’t heard him come in behind me. His other hand came down on my shoulder and kept me in place as his voice rumbled in my ear to stand still. My body obeyed his command as my mind froze and then scrambled in turns but I couldn’t move when his strong fingers began massaging the shampoo into my hair and scalp.

Dane finished one wash and rinsed the suds out before repeating the process a second time. My body flushed with heat and need, unable to hide the evidence of my arousal as my nipples beaded painfully tight and moisture coated my sex. Dane finished with my hair and plucked the body wash off the shelf. I shuddered as his hands worked their way over my shoulders and down my back. Down over my rear and I felt him kneel as his fingers kneaded into my legs. Brushing between but not touching me where I so desperately wanted him to and down to my feet, picking them up and carefully cleansing away the clinging dirt.

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She was beautiful, but what would she want with him, a long, lanky, nerd. It would have been a shocker to know that she knew his name. As he walked by her his head hung low staring at the ground feeling unworthy to look into her beautiful hazel eyes or to be caught staring at her way too perky breast, as he passed he took a quick glance back, her jeans always held her ass just right leaving the mind to wonder. He headed out the school door and made his way home. Upon reaching his room he immediately collapsed onto his bed, the walk home always seemed to tire him out.

All of a sudden he heard a knock on his door, he groaned knowing he was the only one home and he’d have to go get it. He was surprised that when he got up he didn’t feel tired at all. He felt amazing like he could do anything. He ran down the stairs, skipping steps as he went along. He flung open the door to see her standing in his doorway smiling at him. She wearing a long khaki trench coat, something about it was still oh so sexy, it hugged her body in all the right places. He couldn’t say a word as all manner of perverted thoughts ran through his head but yet the most outstanding was ,”why was she there”.

“Hey baby,” Ashley said as she gave him a quick peck on the lip and made her way pass him,” I have a surprise for you.” All Stan could do was to turn around in awe as she brushed pass him, she smelt magnificent. He could not reply, she was here, in his house, why? She smiled at him with a very wicked side smile as she began to untie her coat. Underneath she wore a set of lacy red lingerie, which barely covered her breasts , the bottom showed that she was cleanly shaved. “Aren’t you going to shut the door?” She asked obviously loving the effect she was having on him.

The question knocked him out of his stupor and he closed the door, when he had turned back around the coat was on the floor and she was pressing herself against him .As her body became pressed against his he lost it. From seeing her there he had already gotten a very visible erection and now that she was against İstanbul Escort him he felt like he was ready to burst and as he thought of it, it immediately happened, he could feel it running down his inner thigh. He felt so embarrassed. She didn’t seem bothered. She took his hand and led him upstairs to the bathroom. She soon began to undress him. He tried to be as cooperative as possible, still shocked because he still couldn’t believe what was happening. Before taking off his shirt she licked her tongue around and in his ear, making him go weak in the knees, then she started kissing him in his neck and he couldn’t help himself but to let out a soft moan.

She removed his shirt and began to trace a line from his neck to his nipples, which she then began to suck on, he had never felt so pleasured in his life, just the touch of her hands against his skin sent shivers down his back. She slowly moved over to the next nipple and she began to suck on it and nibble on and around it. He could feel his new erection ready to burst again, he didn’t know how much more he could take. What if he burst again and was unable to get another erection and then she left unpleased, he might never get a chance like this again. He couldn’t contain it anymore as she bit down onto his nipple. Now he wasn’t just sticky from the first time, he was now wet and sticky all over again.

She smiled knowingly as she made her way further down sticking her tongue into his belly button, as she began to take off his pants his erection grew again and as she began to lick off the old cum a new set came out and fell all over her face & hair. She didn’t seem to be bothered, as she began to suck on him he began to lean against the wall, he could barely feel his legs and felt as though he could barely control the rest of him.

His hands groped her hair as he pushed his penis further into her mouth, when he was fully in her he let out a loud piercing scream and she removed him from within her. She made her way back up to his lips and began kissing him. He then decided İstanbul Escort bayan not to let her take all control and think he was soft, he lifted her up and placed her on top of the bathroom sink, getting a good feel of her ass in the process. It wasn’t big but it felt really nice and soft in his hands. He gave it a little squeeze, making her breath catch in her throat, before he put her down and continued kissing her. He then made an attempt to remove her bra but he very soon got frustrated and just removed her breast from in the bra. He began to suck and nibble on her breast as she had done his nipple.

She leaned back her head allowing him full access to her breast. She soon unhooked the bra herself and assisted him in removing it, he then began to suck on the nipple again. She took one of his free hands and placed it onto her free breast and he started massaging it, she placed her hand over his and made him squeeze it harder. She started moaning, he thought to himself that she really liked what he was doing. She began to push her breast further into his mouth and he accidently bit it, she let out a loud moan and removed her breast from his mouth and kissed him, she started to push his head back down, he thought she wanted him to continue to suck on her breasts but she kept pushing him further. He decided not to give her what he figured she wanted, not yet anyways he took her hands in his and began sucking on her next breast.

She started twisting around almost in agony as her moans got louder and more frequent. She then attempted to thrust her hips closer to his mouth. He then moved from her breast and began a trail of soft kisses downwards, he slowly removed her panty and started to rub his hand on her clit she then grasped his head and pulled it down to the same region. He slowly stuck out his tongue and began to flick it over her clit, she leaned back and let out a satisfied moan as he continue to lick her, her hands still firmly placed in his hair. She then slowly started to push his head lower down and his tongue Escort İstanbul soon reached the opening of her vagina and she let out another soft moan. He then started licking slowly from the opening to the clit and back down which sent her crazy. He then started sticking his tongue in and out of her pussy and he was sure that he was bringing her very close to the edge.

“Damn it Stan, fuck me!” she screamed, it seemed like it had taken her so much effort to get all those words out together through the rapid breaths she was taking. He then made an attempt to take off his pants as quickly as possible before she changed her mind and he managed to end up flat on the ground with his pants half off. Yup she was going to leave now he thought to himself embarrassed, she got down off of the table slowly, he didn’t dare to move, she then got down on all fours and crawled over him and she slowly placed his penis into her vagina. His eyes rolled back into his head and he felt as though he was in heaven.

She slowly lifted herself off of him and den began teasing the tip of his dick with her pussy. He could feel her juices running down him as she then slowly began to take all of him in her again. He let out a slight moan as she leaned forward and started kissing his neck and licking his nipples. She started moving her hips slowly back and forth on him and he could feel his penis moving inside her. He moved his hands to grab her ass and he held it as she continued to ride him. She soon started going faster and faster. He felt like he was ready to cum again.

He stopped her, moved her from over him and continued to remove his pants. He then put her on her all fours and entered her wet pussy from behind. As her round, soft ass was pressed up against him he thought to himself he didn’t want it to end but it must before his mom got home. He started pushing himself into her harder as her moans got louder, he squeezed her breasts as her ass jiggled on him. Finally she let out a deafening scream, he closed his eyes, he was ready to release and he was proud that he had managed to bring her to an orgasm. He was no longer a virgin and he had fucked the hottest girl in his school.

Stan finally opened his eyes to find himself alone in his room. He slowly realized what happened as he attempted to get up off the bed.

“Dumb ass wet dream.”

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

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

Also, if male or female bisexuality offends you, kindly hit your backspace key now.

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“Eighteen years long time killing someone what had it coming,” Melvin Decker declared.

“Mr. Decker, we’ve been through this before,” Jerry Chopin, his lawyer sighed. “Just try act contrite, huh?”

“Married man, fuck my innocent little baby girl, telling her he going get a divorce,” Melvin spat bitterly.

“Again, Mr. Decker, we’ve been through this,” Jerry said and got to his feet as the three members of the Parole Board entered the small room.

Melvin also got to his feet and glared hatefully at the two men and one woman. These three had been here two years earlier, in their ill-fitting suits and legal jargon and throat clearing and nervous coughs. Then after all the ceremonies, they still denied him parole.

“Fell for his shit, hook line and sinker,” Melvin muttered.

“Uh huh, try to get that look off your face, huh?” Jerry hissed.

“And she wasn’t innocent,” he thought to himself. “Everybody in Stepping Stone had a piece of Melba Decker.”

Nearly all of the boys in John F. Kennedy High School lost their virginity to Melba Pam Decker. Most of the male teachers had screwed the attractive nineteen year old girl as well. There wasn’t a truck driver passing through Stepping Stone that didn’t know the name of Melba Decker. The girl was a slut.

The only one that didn’t seem to know this fact was Melvin Decker.

The hearing was called to order. Once again, the charges were read, the transcripts of the trial were read and Melvin was finally addressed.

“Mr. Decker, Melvin Lloyd Decker?” Ms. Goldblum asked.

“Yes ma’am,” Melvin said.

Jerry gave a sigh of relief. The last time they’d met, Melvin had addressed the woman as ‘wrinkled up old cunt’ instead of ‘ma’am.’

“No, no, you can remain seated,” the woman said.

Jerry again sighed in relief as Melvin respectfully addressed the three members.

“At the time, I honestly, truthfully was not sorry,” Melvin then said and Jerry’s sphincter clenched. “I felt that what I had done was the right thing, protecting my baby girl.”

He looked down at the concrete floor, then back up again. Melvin then looked at Jerry and almost smirked at the attorney.

“But, today? I realize, ain’t nothing good come out of killing that man. My baby girl’s reputation was still ruint, she was still knocked up, and her baby, whatever she done had? That baby ain’t never had him or her no daddy. Even if that man was married, he still don’t get be a part of his baby’s life ’cause I done kilt him in a blind rage,” Melvin concluded.

“Thank you, Mr. Decker,” one of the men said. “Mr. Chopin?”

Jerry spoke of the positions within Mumphrey Maximum that Melvin had held. He spoke of Melvin’s work in the prison laundry, the prison cafeteria, and most recently, in ground keeping.

“In short, Mr. Decker has been a model prisoner. And he has acquired skills within these walls that will enable him to secure employment once he is out of here,” Jerry intoned.

“Damn, almost makes me sound good there, Mr. Chopin,” Melvin said.

The three members laughed. Jerry, however, wanted to strangle Melvin Decker.

There was more paper shuffling, more legal jargon thrown about, then Melvin was escorted from the room.

“What you say there, Rat Baby?” a prisoner called out, calling the weasel faced man by his prison nickname.

“Same shit, different day,” Melvin yelled back. “Ain’t no way them mother fuckers ever letting me out.”

The crew was already out, picking up the random scraps of paper, the random cigarette butts off of the ground. Tobacco was prohibited within the prison. But somehow, most of the prisoners managed to have cigarettes and lighters, also a contraband item.

Melvin grabbed Slim by his shoulder and nodded to the corner of the building. Slim nodded his head in agreement. The two men walked toward the corner, picking up scraps of nothing should any guard be watching.

Ducking around the corner, Melvin checked that no one was around. Then he unzipped his uniform trousers. Slim was already on his knees, mouth open. Slim’s own cock was in his hand. He stroked himself while Melvin fucked his mouth.

With a grunt, Melvin filled Slim’s hungry mouth with spunk while Slim spurted his own spunk onto the ground.

“Thanks, pussy, fucking needed that,” Melvin grunted.

“Mm-hmm,” Slim agreed, tucking his still dribbling cock into his denims. “Got it, Rat Baby.”

It was nearly a month later that Melvin received word; he’d been approved for parole. The board had been somewhat impressed that Melvin Lloyd Decker was finally able to admit fault. What had really done it for him, though, was when he had jokingly said his lawyer Avcılar Escort was making him look good.

(It hadn’t been a joke; Melvin did not have a sense of humor.)

That night, as he lay in his bunk, cuddled with Slim, Melvin talked about what he planned to do when he got out.

“Get me a hot little koochie momma,” Melvin chortled. “Got me eighteen years of baby juice fill that cunt up good.”

“What, what about me?” Slim tearfully asked.

“Aw come on, Pussy, shit, huh? Ain’t nothing but a punk ass bitch,” Melvin sneered and slapped the crying man.

He then spit on his hand, greased his cock and fucked Slim’s wiggling anus.

That night, as Melvin slept, dreaming of blonde haired sluts with large breasts that would beg him to fuck their hairy pussies, fill them with his baby juice, Slim placed his tightly rolled blanket over Melvin’s face. Then he knelt on Melvin’s struggling arms, sitting on Melvin’s heaving chest. When Melvin ceased struggling, Slim sobbed a tearful declaration of love.

“Looks like a heart attack to me,” the Medical Examiner coughed when he looked at the corpse of Melvin Lloyd Decker.

Chapter 1

Shortly after her father’s murder of Horace Whittens, her married lover, Melba accepted a ride from a trucker heading west, to the Baggett Mattress Factory in Bender, Louisiana. Her baby bump was just starting to show; the trucker thought the baby bump was sexy. He also thought it was sexy, how Melba could deep throat all eight inches of his fat cock.

He did not reach the drop off in time, so they parked in the yard and she climbed over into the rear of his cab. There, the man found out Melba liked anal sex more than she liked oral sex. And she liked oral sex a lot.

In the morning, someone slapped the side of the cab and the trucker woke up. He started the engine, then pulled around to the rear. With practiced ease, he backed his trailer into the dock.

“How long we going be here?” Melba sleepily asked, struggling into her bra.

“Be about twenty, thirty minutes unload,” the trucker confirmed.

“Okay, I got to go potty,” Melba said and crawled out of the truck.

An employee of the Baggett Mattress Factory showed Melba where the bathroom was. She did her business, cleaned up as best she could, then walked out.

And when she reached the loading dock, her trucker was gone.

“Said he was already fourteen hours behind,” the manager of the dock explained to the crying girl.

He handed Melba a twenty dollar bill.

“Said give you this,” the manager said, embarrassed. “I can get you to the Greyhound station if you want.”

“And where twenty bucks going get me?” Melba asked, bitterly.

A collection was quickly taken and Melba tearfully pocketed the seventy three dollars the employees of the Baggett Mattress Factory collected. Then she hitched a ride with another trucker heading west. He dumped her out in Houston, Texas. Another trucker took her east to Charlotte, North Carolina. Another trucker picked her up and ferried her to Holly Bridge, Mississippi. There, he tried to rob her, beating her brutally. Another trucker stopped the savage attack and took the girl to Jackson’s Medical Center.

Upon being released, Melba remembered the kindness of the strangers of Bender, Louisiana and bought a Greyhound ticket for DeGarde, Louisiana, the closest Greyhound stop to Bender.

The St. Elizabeth Parish office helped put the nineteen year old transient into Section 8 housing, and started training the girl to be a postal employee. The attractive brunette also began studying for her GED. She didn’t want her child to have a high school drop out for a mom.

Melba’s deceased mother’s name was Jennifer Hope Jordinaire. So when her baby girl was born in the University medical Center in Lafayette, Louisiana, Melba named the six pound, one ounce infant Jennifer Hope Decker.

It would be a surprise to any that knew the flighty girl, but Melba bloomed in motherhood. As she’d breast fed the tiny bundle, Melba would sing to the girl. When she was at work, Melba’s heart actually ached, being away from her baby.

On Melba’s days off, she’d take Jenny to the St. Elizabeth Public Library. In her stroller, Jenny would stare up at her mother, big blue eyes wide as her mother read to her. Melba read books on Science, on Mathematics, on History.

“You really think that child understand any that?” Ms. Wagner, the librarian asked Melba.

“Hell, I don’t understand any of it,” Melba admitted. “But I’m hoping she will.”

Yes, many would have been surprised at the level of devotion and love Melba displayed. But the truth was, in the tiny child, Melba finally received what she’d always craved. Unconditional love and undivided attention. Her father had loved her, but Melba was a distraction to his endless football, baseball, basketball and wrestling. Or his hunting and fishing and beer drinking. Her grandmother was always too busy running the Stepping Stone Diner. And when Gran-Gran wasn’t working, Avcılar Escort bayan she was complaining about working. She was ordering more things for the diner, she was thinking of new recipes for the diner. Gran-Gran didn’t have time for a granddaughter.

0From her mother, Jenny inherited thick brown hair, which Melba allowed to grow long. Jenny inherited Melba’s short stature; Melba was only four foot eleven and it did look as if Jenny would struggle to reach that height.

From Horace Whittens, her father, Jenny inherited clear blue eyes, a pale complexion, small nose, and shy smile.

She did not inherit her mother’s vivacious, outgoing, friendly nature. Jenny was a shy child and struggled to make a single friend when she entered kindergarten.

This was still the case when Jenny entered high school. The thirteen year old beauty suffered from terminal shyness that bordered on pathological. Always being the shortest girl in her class didn’t help matters much.

By her junior year at Cabrini High School, Jenny had no one she could point to and say, “That’s my friend.”

She knew everyone. Everyone knew her, but no one really knew her. No one knew Jennifer loved art and poetry, loved to sit and watch clouds lazily drift across a blue sky. No one knew Jennifer loved rainstorms, especially thunderstorms. Lightning and thunder both terrified and excited her.

None of her teachers or students knew that Jennifer enjoyed cooking, making meals for her and her momma. No one knew that seeing her momma smile filled Jennifer’s heart to bursting.

A few of the teachers at the Catholic high school did try to draw Jenny out of her shell. Some of them did try to force her to participate. But they all found, there were twenty six to thirty one other students in their classroom that needed their attention. It was easier to help those students, than to struggle with one introverted, resisting child.

On an October morning, Melba Decker was working, wheeling a bin toward pick up. Inside the bin of mail destined for foreign offices was a small box intended for Sheik Al-Jabi Mohammed Faljier of Yemen. Melba felt nothing when the box exploded. The employee that was waiting to begin separating the contents of the bin was not so lucky. He would linger in excruciating pain for three days before finally dying from the third and fourth degree burns that affected over eighty percent of his body.

So, there was no friend to console the inconsolable Jennifer Hope as her mother was laid to rest. There was no one, other than a St. Elizabeth Parish Children’s’ Protective Services case worker to help Jenny sort out the few keepsakes she and her mother had amassed for the years they’d lived in the Baylor Lake home. There was no one to replace the one anchor in Jenny’s life, her loving, devoted mother.

“The Falgouts good people yeah,” Mrs. Anderson, the Parish employee assured Jenny. “And they go to St. Richard’s; bet you know them.”

Chapter 2

David and Norma Falgout were good, Christian people. They’d never been able to have children of their own, so they opened their home to foster children. The three girls and one boy that they were guardians for ranged in age from eight years old to fourteen years old. At seventeen, Jenny would be the oldest.

Jenny did her chores. She ate her meals. She went to bed when told. She rose when told. But she rarely smiled and rarely spoke. David and Norma tried to reach Jennifer, tried to pull her out of her shell. Then they decided they had four other children that needed their attention.

“Someone’s got her an eighteenth birthday coming up,” Norma said at breakfast one morning.

The other children looked at Jenny. She didn’t respond, just kept eating.

“And what would you like for your birthday, sweetheart?” Norma asked.

“See my mom again,” Jenny quietly said.

“Sweetie, your mom’s in Heaven,” Norma said gently.

Jenny looked up, clear blue eyes unreadable. The stare grew uncomfortable for Norma.

“That’s fine,” Jenny said, then finished eating.

“Think she’s suicidal?” David asked his wife after the children had left for their individual schools.

“Think she just don’t care no more,” Norma said, feeling a tear form in her eye.

That evening, Jenny smiled a false smile as the cake was brought out. She blew out the candles, but refused to tell them what she’d wished for. She thanked the three girls and one boy for the wonderful birthday card and then helped Norma serve the cake and ice cream.

“Thank you very much, Miss Norma,” Jenny said quietly as she helped clean up after her small party.

“Oh, you welcome, Sweetie,” Norma tried to smile.

“Jenny, what you wish for?” Audrey, the youngest foster child asked as they prepared for bed.

“To die,” Jenny thought. “To just die and never ever have to feel alone ever again.”

“I wished for a brand new car,” Jenny lied.

“And you can take me to school?” Audrey asked, little eyes wide with delight.

“Yeah,” Escort avcılar Jenny said.

“Ooh, then I hope you get it,” Audrey said.

For a brief moment, Jenny wished she could be like Audrey. The nine year old girl had never met a stranger. She had never met a situation that was so bad she couldn’t smile. The girl had been removed from her drug addicted mother’s custody, but Audrey had numerous stories about a happy childhood.

Jenny continued her senior year of high school, still very much the outsider. She continued to get good grades, she continued to behave at the foster home. Audrey had been reunited with her mother and had even asked Mrs. Falgout if Jenny could come live with her.

“Sweetheart, let’s see how your momma does with you, huh?” Norma smiled with false cheerfulness.

Two days after Audrey’s departure, Mrs. Anderson brought Jessica St. Martin to the Falgout home. The eighteen year old girl was still bandaged from her horrific beating. She cringed when Norma moved to greet her. David’s presence made Jessica attempt to hide behind Mrs. Anderson.

“Jenny, this is Jessica; why don’t you show her to your room?” Norma said.

Jenny reached out and saw that the girl’s hands were bandaged, her fingers in splints. The only finger that was not wrapped was the little finger of her left hand. Jenny grabbed onto Jessica’s little finger and pulled Jessica to the room she and the two other girls shared.

“So what happened to you?” Jenny asked as she showed Jessica the bunk she’d be taking.

“My titties too big,” Jessica said flatly.

“What?” Jenny asked, looking at the bulky long sleeved tee shirt the girl wore.

Jessica pulled the bottom of the tee shirt up and showed Jenny that her breasts were bound in adhesive tape and gauze. Jenny could see that Jessica’s torso and belly were black and blue and purple. She looked at Jessica’s now tearful face.

“Momma belongs one of them damned fucked up churches,” Jessica said bitterly. “Reverend Richards said Satan’s one gave me big titties, tempting others into having them impure thoughts.”

“God gave you titties to nurse children; there is nothing sinful about titties,” Jenny said softly.

Jenny helped Jessica put a fresh sheet and blanket on the bunk.

“So, what school you go to?” Jenny asked as they worked.

“DeGarde,” Jessica said.

“Boo! Bull dogs!” Jenny said.

“Oh yeah? What school you go to, huh?” Jessica challenged.

“Cabrini, that’s right, that’s right, I’m a Cavalier, deal with it,” Jenny said.

“Oh, whatever,” Jessica said.

Then the two girls smiled at each other.

“And in a few more weeks? I won’t even care,” Jenny admitted.

“I know!” Jessica agreed. Can’t wait graduate!”

“And then what?” Jenny wondered aloud.

“I don’t know,” Jessica admitted.

“Come on, Jessie, we’re expected…” Jenny said, opening the door of the bedroom.

“Jessica, I hate being called Jessie,” Jessica stated firmly.

“But I’m your best friend so I can call you Jessie,” Jenny said.

“What?” Jessica laughed. “Who says you my…”

“I did,” Jenny said.

Both girls stood at just under five feet tall. Both were overly endowed, Jenny sported a 30DD and Jessica sported a 31DD chest. Both girls had slim waists, both had well-rounded backsides. Both girls had long brown hair; Jessica’s reached to the backs of her calves and Jenny’s reached to the floor. Both girls had pale complexions, only a few pimples dotting their faces.

At the dinner table, both David and Norma were baffled; Jenny was actually talking. She was talking exclusively with the new girl, but she was talking.

“Hmm, well, Jessie…” Norma said, looking at Jessica’s bandaged hands.

“Jessica,” both Jessica and Jenny said in unison.

“I uh, but, she…” Norma said, confused.

“She’s my best friend; she can call me Jessie,” Jessica said.

“Oh, okay, Jessica, normally you’re expected to help clean up, but looking at your hands, I don’t see how you can,” Norma said.

“I’ll do her chores,” Jenny said.

“Oh. Okay,” Norma smiled.

The work load of a senior at DeGarde High School was much lighter than the homework of a senior at Cabrini Catholic High School. Jessie marveled at the mountain of work Jenny had to do. She also marveled at the immense knowledge Jenny possessed.

“God, you’re so smart,” Jessie praised.

“Uh huh, and beautiful, and sexy, and…” Jenny bragged.

“And shut up, huh?” Jessie said and the two girls giggled.

“I love you,” Jenny blurted out.

“I, I love you too,” Jessie whispered.

The children from the foster home attended Jessica Ann St. Martin’s graduation from DeGarde High School. As the state had just paid for the month of June, Norma did inform Jessica she had a place to stay, a bed to sleep in until June thirtieth.

“And then what, Miss Norma?” Jenny challenged.

“Well, hopefully, the state will have found an aunt, or a cousin somewhere,” Norma faltered.

It did please Norma, Jenny’s newfound assertiveness. It seemed that having a friend, a girl that needed her and depended on her had popped Jenny out of her shell.

But it also saddened Norma, not having an answer for either Jenny or Jessica.

“But if they don’t?” Jenny pressed.

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“Will you come home with me this evening?” she asked. “After class?”

“Why?” Though he had wanted to be alone with her since the first time they had met, the offer had taken him by surprise. “Can I help you with something?”

“With my homework,” she said. “Of course not, you nut. I just want to have a drink with you.”

After the last class of the evening was over (and he honestly did not hear a thing the professor said all evening) he, accordingly, did not try and make his way to the bus stop. Instead, he walked over to the car park, as she said, not too close to her. No one seemed to notice. She was the most sought after girl in the class, but no one seemed to be after her this evening. Maybe it was just too windy and cold.

The Maruti was warm inside. Perhaps it was just the absence of the wind. She was already behind the wheel. Not knowing what to do, he sat as far away from her as possible.

“Come on,” she said. “Come sit a bit closer, not pressed against the door like that.” He moved towards her, gingerly. She had already driven out of the parking lot and in a minute they were driving down a road he had never been on before. Traffic was light and houses few.

“I live quite a way off,” she said conversationally. “It’s not that easy to find transport, so I do need this car.” After a pause, she added, “I bought a bottle of rum and cola. I need you to help me finish it.”

“Your parents won’t object?’

“They’re out of town for this week,” she said. “And they do give me my space.”

Her house was single storeyed, in its own small walled compound, with a tiny grassy lawn in front. The garage was next to the gate and she manoeuvred her car in while he opened the gate and the garage door. She entered the house directly from the garage, came to the front door, and let him in.

“It feels a bit odd to bring you in through the garage.” There was a smile in her voice. “It would be as though I were smuggling you in.”

She sat him down in the sitting room, with its slightly overstuffed chairs and its reproduction paintings on the walls. She disappeared for a moment and returned in a grey T shirt and old blue jeans. She still wore the ugly sandals she had worn all evening. “We won’t drink here,” she told him. “I’m just expecting a visitor. As soon as she’s gone we’ll go off to my room and drink there.”

The visitors – there were three of them, two girls and a long haired young man – turned up almost on cue. They were loud and giggly and spoke of people he did not know doing things he did not understand. It was almost like a code language. They did try to involve him in the conversation but obviously realised it meant nothing to him, and soon left.

“Sorry about that,” she said, locking the door firmly behind them. “I hope it wasn’t too boring for you. Let’s go over to my room.”

Her room had a poster on the door, “Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter.” It was large and roomy, with a double bed, wall wardrobe, a dressing table with a mirror and a large music system. At the back was a door opening to a bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, “but there’s no food in the house, Beylikdüzü escort just a couple of packets of chips.” She produced them, and the bottle of rum and cola, expertly opening the latter and pouring measures into two glasses.

“It doesn’t matter, really it doesn’t.” He was sitting where she had indicated, on the bed near the dressing table. She put a CD into the music system. Amplifiers, set on low volume, brought in the song from all sides. Roxette, Crash Boom Bang.

“Let’s sit on the floor,” she said, suiting herself to the purpose and patting the floor next to her. It was easy to slide himself down. Ample leg room to stretch his long legs in the available space.

The rum and cola mix was surprisingly good. He tried to go slowly, but suddenly found his glass empty. She was already on her second, and poured him another.

“I don’t normally invite boys home,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and her chin on the hand. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing something wrong.” It all suddenly seemed absurdly solemn, and he fought down a desire to laugh. The rum was all gone now, and so were the chips. Roxette was singing The First Girl On The Moon.

“I guess I should be going,” he said.

She did not move her hand or chin. “If you really want to,” she said.

“I don’t want to,” he said. “But I’ve got to.”

“Stay a little longer.” She wiggled her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her. She had folded her legs up to her, and her pretty feet lay demurely side by side in their awful clunky leather sandals. “Take off those,” he told her, and she readily complied. He reached out and fondled her toes. She sighed.

“I really must be going,” he said again, but his resolution was weaker.

“No,” she said. “Stay here with me tonight. What will you do in your hostel?”

“All right,” he said. “I’ll stay.” He turned his face to see how she would react, and her mouth was already reaching for his. The kiss, as much accidental as intended, sent an electric shock through to the pit of his stomach. They kissed again, closed lipped at first, then open mouthed, tongues slipping into each others’ mouths and twining round each other’s tongues. He could faintly hear his heart hammering.

At last they broke off kissing and she stood up, reaching down to him with both hands. “Let’s dance.”

Pausing only to remove his shoes in order to protect her bare feet, he got up. The music had changed now, it was a deep, slow tune, and they danced to it, arms round each other, pausing in their rhythm only to kiss again. His hands, at the back of her neck, found a hairpin and she bent her neck forward to let her hair fall loose. Her hands too were busy, and he felt them slide up the back of his shirt and caress his bare back. His involuntary movement brought his chest to her breasts, and she rubbed them against him. Turning round, she pressed her back to him, pushing her buttocks into his crotch. His hands went to her breasts. For the first time, feeling them directly, he realised that she was not wearing a bra. As he fondled her breasts through the thin cloth, he wondered Beylikdüzü escort bayan if she would pull away. Instead, she thrust her breasts further into his hands and sighed.

Dancing forgotten, and greatly daring, he slid his hands under her T-shirt, and slid them up her taut belly till they encountered her bare breasts. They were small and filled his hands easily and naturally. The nipples were firm, pointed, almost hard, and it was natural to twirl them gently between his fingertips. She gasped, and, alarmed, he almost stepped back.

“No,” she said, “please don’t stop. You don’t know how good that feels.”

He never noticed the particular point when her T shirt came off. Suddenly, she was naked above the waist, facing him, and her bare toes were pressing down on his as her breasts pressed on his chest. Her face was touching his and her arms thrown round his neck, pulling him, irresistibly, towards the large, inviting bed.

When he regained a clear sense of himself he was on his back on the bed and she was straddling him. With surprise he noted that he was bare torsoed – at some point she had removed his shirt. Her breasts hung down and the large brown nipples, very large for such small breasts, touched his chest as she bent to kiss him. His hands tangled in her hair.

“Take off your pants,” she whispered, then moved off him and fumbled at the zipper with her own hands. Before he could move she had his trousers open, had pushed his underwear down, and taken his rigid erection in her hand. Her grip was wildly exciting, more so than anything he had felt before. He felt her, as if in a dream, pulling the trousers and underwear off him with her other hand, the clothes falling off his feet, till he was completely naked but for a wristwatch. She bent over his pelvis and he felt a tiny wet touch flick over the tip of his penis. It took a moment to realise it was her tongue.

His hands were on her shoulders, urging her wordlessly from his penis and down on top of him. She came to him willingly, his hands at the tight brass buttons securing her jeans, till she undid hem herself and he pushed them gently off her buttocks and legs , leaving her in pink panties. His hands slipped under the panties and cupped the twin globes of her buttocks. She moaned and raised her hips so that he could pull the panties away. Instinctively, he tried to remove them as slowly as possible, drawing them down her legs and over her feet, running his hands down her limbs so that she felt their touch all the way from her hips down to her toes. She reached for him again.

In a moment they were lying side by side, their hands, and mouths exploring. She fluttered her eyelashes on his, and then over his cheeks, while his fingers traced her belly with the dimple of her navel. Below, they encountered the wiry pubic hair and might have hesitated, but she humped up her pelvis and opened her thighs. He found her already slippery with moisture and it was easy to slide his finger into her. It was the first time he had ever felt a vagina and he was amazed at how naturally his finger fell into a thrusting rhythm. She Escort beylidüzü sighed and ground her self against his hand. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, so he did it with the other nipple, still thrusting his finger in and out, and licked the crease at the underside of her breast. His finger encountered a little swelling on the front wall of her vagina, and he began pressing on it with the ball of his finger. She moaned again and began thrusting against his hand frantically. He licked her breast and pressed with his finger until her orgasm finally wound down.

He looked at her as she lay, momentarily spent, her hair and body damp with sweat. The sight inflamed him. She seemed infinitely more desirable now than the made-up young lady who was his classmate, with her legs thrown open and her breasts rising and falling. He slid down until her vulva lay flowering open to his hands when he used them to spread her labia. The smell was earthy, intensely exciting, and the taste, when he licked her, salty and stimulating. He used his tongue in little vertical licks, as he had read in sex manuals, and she responded by pushing up to meet him. He located the clit, a little hard nubbin the touch of his tongue on which made her squirm and push up again. He flicked his tongue across it, and then away, and back again. She orgasmed amazingly quickly, her pubic hair grinding against his lips as she bucked. She lay still again for a moment, then reached down to pull him up to her. When the moment came at last, he found that he was as hard as ever.

He had been afraid he would not be able to find her vagina, and contented himself with rubbing himself over her, belly to belly, chest to breasts, his penis feeling the tug of her pubic hair as it rubbed back and forth through them. Then she did something, changed her position, and he felt the nudging sensation of his glans entering between her wet labia, sliding in her moistness, and then suddenly it was astonishingly easy, her vagina was warm and wet and clasping his penis, the internal ridges rubbing back and forth across the corona of his penis in a rhythm infinitely delicious. The act of losing his virginity was so easy and so beautiful that he lay still for a long moment, just savouring the sensations, before beginning to move back and forth. She moved with him, bucking as he thrust so that their hips met off the bed as he held himself off her chest with his arms. He moved, and she moved, and her vagina clasped his penis in its intense feminine warmth.

He could feel the tension building in his genitals, in the entire pelvis, along the sides of his testes. He tried to slow the rhythm, trying to hold back for her, but she bucked her hips against him, urging him on, and then she was sighing and he too could feel his orgasm coming, passing the point of no return, and he was exploding inside her, shuddering while his pelvic region pulsed and pleasure spread like flames burning his body from the genitals in spreading waves outward, outward. He cried out and slumped onto her, as their orgasms reached a crescendo and ebbed slowly.

Afterwards they lay side by side and touched and kissed, rubbing their feet against each others’ legs, their arms twining round each other. It was nothing like he had ever thought before, this warm, breathing, passionate woman in his arms. After some time she reached for him again.

They never did get to sleep that night.

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Melissa and Mark had now been together for well over twelve months.

I guess their initial sexual excitement had waned a little, even as Mark had become increasingly acquainted with Mel’s incredibly responsive breasts.

‘Squeeze’ for him meant much more than having a steady girlfriend, or having unfettered access to a comely waist that he could embrace whenever he so desired.

He had licence to gently – so ever gently – regularly squeeze Mel’s boobs, lick her nipples, jiggle, nibble, caress her mammaries…as he had an almost-nightly invitation to explore that love-area between her legs – around the point where her still-youthful, frequently-damp slit seemed to disappear into her now lovingly-sculpted, beguiling, beckoning Brazilian.

Mel clearly remembered the offer I had made to her some years previously – to suggest ways that she and her partner might be able to lift their love making. But when she rung to finally accept my offer, I had to suggest we leave the chat for a week or so until I had again collected by thoughts.

I considered inviting both Mel and Mark to join the discussion, but decided that mother and daughter, just talking together, would be far more intimate. And, as it turned out, that was to be the case.

It was a warm afternoon when she visited, so I popped a bottle of champagne.

‘Here’s to a long, enjoyable sex life for both of us,’ we toasted.

‘And how IS your sex life?’ I then enquired.

‘Active…and enjoyable.’

‘You know,’ Mel continued. ‘You can take much of the credit for that. You can’t begin to know how encouraged I was by your willingness to have that chat about my losing my virginity…and how helpful your suggestions were to me.’

‘As you know, I also had a chat to Kirsty,’ I said.

‘Do you have any idea how she is getting on?’ I enquired. I did not reveal that we had had a second talk.

‘Two chats, you mean!’ Mel retorted. ‘She told me…and I guess you ended up giving her a lot more advice than you gave to me.’

‘Possibly,’ I replied teasingly.

‘Either something you said, or something happened after that. Because Kirsty suddenly became quite open about her prospect of having sex, and ever since I seem to have been her principal confidant. She tells me almost everything,’ Mel said.

‘Like what?’ I probed.

Melissa hesitated. ‘Well you know she and Luke hung out together for a while…and it wouldn’t surprise me if Luke is still able to occasionally pull down her pants and fill her with a load of his cum.’

‘But, let’s not talk about the past – especially my past! I’m hanging Esenyurt Escort to hear what you think I should be doing from now on.’

Melissa was probably worried I was about to ask who had taken her virginity, or how many men she had now allowed to screw her – which was fair enough, I guess, because I had already asked her not to quiz me about whether I had personally done any of the things I was about to suggest.

‘Well the best advice I can give is to lie back and make sure you enjoy it. But that advice won’t really help you. And neither will being told that the longer you and Mark are together, the more both of you will benefit from trying that little bit harder to spice up your lovemaking,’ I said.

‘And, as I’m sure I told Kirsty many years ago, there are times when it really pays for the girl to initiate things and take the lead in your love making.’

‘And there is nothing wrong with adding some mystery to your play…which, of course, should always aim to include an element of fun and frivolity!’

‘But probably the most important advice I can give you, as a mother, is never to go to bed angry and to never, never deny your man sex because you remain angry,’ I said. ‘If he is willing to thrust his bulging cock inside of you, then he’s over it, and is looking ahead – if only to the possibility of filling you again the next night. And by the time you feel his cock slide inside and you start to help pump out his cum, you’ll have realised that there are more important things in life than that little spat you have just had.’

‘Aw, Mum,’ said Melissa. ‘I never thought you’d be quite so explicit!’

‘Well you’re old enough and, I’m sure by now, experienced enough to handle it,’ I replied.

‘So what can I suggest?’ I continued.

‘How about initiating a regular ‘Boy’s Night In.’ Perhaps once a month. And that’s Boy’s Night In…B, O, Y, apostrophe S…not B, O, Y, S apostrophe!’

‘Make it the aim of Your Boy’s Night In to do something new – like trying a new position, or getting Mark to bring home some new, small sex toy to surprise and excite you…or perhaps even giving him the thrill of – just once – pushing a zucchini, rather than his cock , up your vagina!’

‘I’m sure you’ll find Your Boy’s Night In would be much more exciting that any possible Girls’ Night Out.’

And I handed Mel a copy of ‘365 Sex Positions’ that I had wrapped in a colourful sheet of paper decorated with vegetables – including a zucchini! I’d discovered this wrapping paper some time ago and was waiting for just the right occasion to use it.

‘Don’t Esenyurt Escort bayan open it now,’ I said. ‘It’s something that both you and Mark must unwrap together.’ I’m sure she didn’t know whether I’d given her a vibrator, a dildo, or some other erotic sex toy.

‘Well, thank you Mum,’ she said as she leant over and kissed me on the cheek. ‘I can’t wait to see what’s inside. And you’re making me quite wet down there just thinking about it.’

‘If that’s the case, then I can only imagine how you and Mark will react when you start using it,’ I added cheekily.

‘And on one of Your Boy’s Nights In, you must insist he takes you out toy shopping…and I don’t just mean looking at toys for kids!’

‘Some playful discipline can also add spice to your life,’ I then suggested. ‘And this is something you can also easily embellish or prolong. But, I suggest, you never do this when you are really mad at one another – it must be purely a play thing.’

‘And it must be an occasional thing – not something that happens too often.’

‘For example, he could give you a few smacks on your bottom for not coming to bed early enough, or you could give him say five swipes on his butt for – purportedly – coming too fast when he made love to you the previous night.’

‘And you could include in his punishment that he has to flick your nipples with his tongue for a whole minute, or two. And if his lips, or any other part of his body, touches your nipples while he was doing this, then he will earn an additional five slaps from you on his butt.’

‘You might consider, in addition, buying a cheap cheese board with a handle which you could call ‘The Corrector’…which you might put out for him to notice in your kitchen early on each of the days on which you think he has ‘earned’ another paddling – giving him something to look forward to for the whole day!…and you can always instruct Mark to ‘assume the position’ – kneeling over the end of the bed with his bare buttocks in the air awaiting the punishment you will soon be delivering – whilst you slowly stroll to the kitchen to fetch ‘The Corrector.’

‘But, darling, you must to be prepared to be disciplined just as often as you give it to Mark.’

‘I’ll have to think about that one,’ she said. ‘But it certainly has possibilities.’

I paused for a moment, letting Melissa ponder the pain she might experience.

‘But making up, after you’re still stinging from Mark having just warmed and reddened your cute little ass, might prove to be something pretty special!’ I suggested.

‘And times like birthdays, Escort esenyurt of course, give you an extra excuse for being playful.’ I quickly continued.

‘One suggestion – which I will admit I haven’t tried on your father – would be for you to grab Mark as he emerges from his morning shower on your birthday, and tell him you are tying a big pink bow using curling ribbon on his manhood – to constantly remind him that it’s your birthday all day. Tell him he must not remove it, but that you will untie it when he comes home and you discover whether he plans to give you the one thing that you’d most like to receive on your birthday!’

‘Oh, I love that. How naughty,’ Melissa said. ‘Mark, that’s one birthday present you can definitely expect from me!’

‘And if you make the bow big enough, his mates at work – and all the girls at work – will probably have a lot of fun wondering what that extra bulge is, the one that has suddenly appeared in his pants,’ I added.

‘I know feminists will hate this, but you have been blessed with a pair of the most enticing boobs. And I can’t help thinking you should flaunt them occasionally – privately – whilst they are still at their most beautiful, physically…to really tease Mark.’

‘How about having a couple of ‘undies only’ dinners with him? After he’s sat across a candle-lit table from you, being constantly distracted from his steak dinner by your enticing breasts and nipples, you will tell him that dessert is something like Kahlua and cream – which he must, of course, lick from your nipples. And you won’t mind at all if he asks for a second, or third, or fourth helping!’

‘And then tell him he’ll personally be providing the fresh cream for dessert at your next ‘undies only’ dinner…and he has to deliver it right to your dinner table!’

‘Similarly, he’ll be thrilled when you tell him you’ve always wished he could pop your cherry, and you’ll be giving him the opportunity that evening because dessert will be fresh cherries that he’ll be able to pluck from the most beautiful bowl imaginable…’

‘And, a little more mundanely, if you are not already doing so, you should add Kegel exercises to your daily routine. I understand there is nothing more satisfying to a man than feeling his lady’s vaginal muscles clasping, squeezing his cock. And these exercises should simultaneously and dramatically improve the lady’s sexual gratification…and they are good preparation for childbirth which, of course, you are probably not thinking about yet!’

‘When you get home, Google the word ‘pompoir.’ You might find it’s a challenge you’d like to accept!’

‘But that’s probably enough ‘information’ from me for one session,’ I concluded. ‘Now please tell me about…’

‘Yes, Mum. But I’ve first got to make a really urgent trip to the bathroom,’ Mel interrupted.

As I did too! I was damp, quite damp. And I could feel it.

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