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Chloe downed the remainder of her Red Stripe in one long pull and slipped away from the eclectic group gathered around the bon fire. The bass thrum of a boom box followed her up the beach, but the soporific sounds of the surf swallowed the reggae beat. The cloying aroma of hash was a bit more tenacious, though, and it carried on the humid sea scented air—a peaceful infusion that blended the edges of her being with the coming night like smudged charcoal under an artist’s thumb.

She didn’t think anyone noticed her departure, and Chloe preferred it that way. Ideally, the osmotic sensuality of a Jamaican sunset should be experienced with a lover, but airline snafus delayed Jack’s arrival. She had other options, of course, and he certainly wouldn’t begrudge her an opportunity to play. Their relationship was beautiful in that way: love without limits, without the grasp and clutch of possessiveness, without smothering fear.

However, it had been several months since they’d been together, and Chloe wanted Jack to enjoy the full force of her appetite. Determined not to mute that hunger, she distanced herself from the temptations—from the resonant vibration of the music and the enticing scent of salty, sun-kissed skin.

She dug her toes into the cool, wet sand as day surrendered to night. Deep orange tendrils spread across the horizon, fading to red and then purples until the line between sea and sky vanished. Tiny waves lapped at Chloe’s ankles, and only by standing still in the crystal clear water could she feel the pull of the tide—sinking her heels ever so slightly. Warmth and a peaceful passion engulfed her, smoothing her desire across her entire body such that it didn’t throb in just her sex, but formed an aura of allure that matched the silvery glow of the crescent moon on the placid surface of the sea.

Glancing over her shoulder, Chloe studied the distant cluster of bodies before unknotting her sarong. She could see them, silhouetted by the fire, but doubted they could see her. She held the soft wrap by its corners—above her head—and allowed the breeze to catch it, laughing at her whimsical impulse before letting go to watch it float softly inland and come to rest trabzon escort on the dry sand. Peeling off her swimsuit, she balled it up and flung it so that it landed alongside the other garment.

With arms wide, Chloe walked into the sea, submersing herself when its warm waters reached her waist. It embraced her, not dousing her fire but instead stoking it through a symphony of sensation. It penetrated her body and her mind, and she floated on waves of want—buoyed by the desire for Jack’s touch. She felt its fingers caressing, probing, drawing forth her own fluids.

When the enveloping touch of the liquid touch began to coalesce into a pulse between her legs, she worked her way toward the shore: prolonging the need until it became integral to her existence—one with her spirit. Whole. Raw. Pure.

Although it wasn’t chilly by anyone’s standards, the air was cooler than the water, and Chloe’s skin reacted to the change in temperature as she emerged from the water. She ran both hands through her hair, wringing as much moisture from it as possible, and then shook her head in an attempt to dry it further.

The act—coupled with the effects of the beer and the pervasive arousal—made her dizzy, and she stood knee-deep in the surf with her eyes closed until the vertigo passed. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered Jack standing on the shore, grinning at her. At first, she thought him a figment of her imagination—an apparition of desire—but then he spoke.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“How…? I thought….” Although elated, Chloe seemed anchored where she stood, stunned and unable to move toward her lover.

“A seat opened on an earlier flight,” he explained as he took off his sneakers and socks. “I got here an hour ago and have been searching rather frantically for you ever since. I suppose I should’ve looked first for a naked nymph in the surf.” His t-shirt came off in one smooth move and fell atop his shoes. Chloe drank the sight of his bare chest. Shorts and boxers followed, providing an even more enticing visual buffet. A primal growl formed in the back of her throat, and she stepped forward to meet Jack as he entered tunceli escort the water.

He took her face in both his hands and kissed her quite tenderly—not at all what Chloe expected after such a long separation—and she resisted when he first tried to break away. Being bigger and much stronger, he easily broke her grip and held her at arm’s length. For several moments, Jack looked intently into her eyes. She felt their souls reconnecting and understood then why he slowed their collision.

“Yes,” he whispered, again pulling her into his arms. “There you are, my love.”

Chloe felt his cock grow against her tummy, and she ached to take him into her mouth. Her eyes asked—begged, really—and Jack simply nodded. He knew her well and knew exactly what she wanted. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees. The water lapped at her bare mound, and Chloe swung one leg to the side to plant her foot in the sand—opening herself to the dance of warm, wet tongues across her clit. They fueled her arousal, but weren’t strong enough to be a serious distraction.

She licked the silky head of Jack’s cock and it leapt to meet her lips in that way she so adored—like a sexual divining rod. Slipping it all the way into her mouth, Chloe buried her nose in the bristly thatch of hair at its base and inhaled deeply, murmuring her enjoyment of his taste and his scent.

The palms of her hands traveled up the backs of his legs, from ankles to ass, and her nails scraped the length of them on their round trip. Jack groaned and wove the fingers of both hands through her hair, holding her head as he pushed himself even deeper into her throat. She could take everything he had to give—and take it as roughly as he wanted to give it—but Chloe wanted a different demonstration of his desire.

She savored him for a few moments before drawing back. “Huh uh,” Chloe smiled up at Jack. Taking one of his hands from her hair and directing it to the base of his cock, she continued, “My mouth. Your hand.”

With that simple directive, she returned her hands to his legs and her mouth to its home—not giving him an opportunity to object. Jack stood still, and Chloe uşak escort waited patiently for him to adjust to the rules of this new game. Her tongue continued to play around his head, teasing, but she didn’t move in earnest until he stroked himself—feeding her his cock.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred in sincere appreciation. “Yes!” Something as simple as a willingness to step outside one’s own comfort zone could be an incredible turn on, and she made sure Jack knew just how erotic she found it. Although it was too dark for him to see the ecstasy in her expression, he could certainly hear it in the melodic sounds she made each time his hand bumped her lips.

Anyone eavesdropping would believe Chloe enjoyed the most succulent dessert and, by her own estimation, she did exactly that. With only the head of Jack’s cock in her mouth, she had plenty of room to maneuver her tongue—and she kept it in constant motion. She sucked in conjunction with each of his down strokes, milking tiny droplets of salty sweetness from his body. Appetizers, she’d called them very early in their relationship, and he had laughed.

Her hands cupped Jack’s ass, feeling the muscles repeatedly tense and relax as the hand gripping his cock varied in speed. If he stopped, she stopped. If he slowed, she slowed. Chloe followed his lead, knowing he’d soon lose the ability to delay his orgasm. She was in no hurry to reach the end of this particular journey and, by letting Jack set their pace, she leveraged her own greed.

Their movements stirred the waters around them, making more of a disturbance than the gentle tides. Chloe’s nipples brushed against Jack’s thighs, sending pulses of pleasure to her clit. The guttural sounds coming from his throat told her that he’d passed that point of no return, and she moved one of her hands from his ass to her clit—hoping to join him when he came and knowing it wouldn’t take much of an effort to push herself over the edge.

“Babe, that’s so… so sexy,” Jack growled. “Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while I… I…” His words were lost to the night as his come pulsed into her throat. Chloe pinched her clit—hard—and shuddered as her own orgasm blossomed. Together they sang a syncopated song of gasps and exclamations and endearments.

Jack pulled Chloe to her feet. Her knee—the one on which she’d been balancing—buckled in protest and he steadied her. Again looking intently into her eyes, he smiled.

“There you are, my love.”

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I slept till noon on Monday and fully expected I would again be reminded that my report to Daddy about my appointment with Ken Sacks was late. To my surprise he hadn’t emailed me so I composed a new email to him completing my report and ending the email with an apology for the tartness of my report. I checked my email again Monday evening and found nothing from Daddy, which came as somewhat of a surprise since I was counting on hearing from him about his visit to Kim’s nail salon. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I noticed the letter from Laura; I’d forgotten to call her today and placed the letter next to my coffee maker as a reminder to get in touch Tuesday. I showered and turned in early Monday night.

Tuesday dawned bright and crystal clear a mid-autumn chill in the air. Unlike Sunday when I dressed in a tank top and shorts today I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a baggy old sweat shirt. I didn’t have my coffee on the patio knowing that my neighbor Chuck would most likely be stalking about looking to have his fat cock sucked to start his day. Carrying my laptop to the kitchen I sat down with my coffee and opened my email server.

My inbox contained three new messages from Daddy. I opened the oldest and read the contents. “Angel, thank you for the report on your Sunday appointment I’ve heard from the client who wanted me to express his utmost gratitude to you for portraying his spouse at the picnic. You made quite an impression on the client as he’s already booked another appointment for this coming weekend. More details to follow later in the week. Daddy”

This email brought a smile to my lips; I’d expected Ken to request another appointment but not this soon. I would anxiously wait the full details from Daddy.

His second email was sent a few minutes after the first. It read, “Angel I’ve taken the time to do a drive by of Kim’s place of business. While I would prefer a one on one meeting to assess her qualifications to join our team, my initial impression from her appearance is that she could be a perfect fit for EE. Would it be possible for you to arrange a private meeting between Kim and me? I would rather not meet in such a public setting as her salon. I’m available Wednesday evening if that works for you and Kim. Thanks, Daddy.”

I didn’t reply since I wanted to check with Kim to make sure she wasn’t having second thoughts. I was certain that a private meeting at my home would be perfect. If Daddy wanted to assess her qualifications alone I could introduce them and then excuse myself and retreat to my bed room while he conducted the quote unquote interview.

Opening the third email I began reading. “Angel, I’ve received a request from a gentleman who is asking for a special person to meet with his twenty year old son Thursday evening. You instantly came to mind as he wants someone who can train his son how a classy lady should be treated. I understand completely if you decline this appointment but once again I believe you’re special talents are exactly what are called for in this circumstance. Please let me know if you are willing to handle this special request from a long time client. Thanks Daddy.”

I left this email open on my laptop and sat back in my chair. Daddy was offering me an appointment with a twenty year old, for lack of a better term, boy. I’m old enough to be his mother I thought and without any more details I had to assume this young man has some issues with treatment of women he encounters. I would certainly qualify as a MILF to him. I chuckled to myself thinking that Daddy felt I was best qualitied to be a mother he’d like to fuck. At twenty I was sure he is used to girls who dress in jeans and tee shirts and since Daddy had mentioned the term classy lady I already started thinking about how I’d dress for the appointment. A tight pencil skirt split seductively along one thigh, seamed silk stockings held in place with a black lace garter belt with a matching lace bra and thong; a white silk blouse and black jacket all accentuated by the highest pair of stilettos I own.

Before I clicked on reply I made a quick call to Kim.

As usual Kim answered with a cheerful, “Hello Kim’s Salon.”

“Kim its Angel.” I replied.

“Hey Angel what’s up?” Kim said.

I wanted to question her interest in joining the EE team so I asked. “Are you still interested in what we talked about the other day?”

Kim instantly replied. “I sure am, in fact I was wondering when I’d have a chance to meet with him.”

“I heard back from Daddy today; he would prefer meeting you in a more private setting than you place of business.” I explained.

“Tell me when and where.” Kim answered quickly

“Can you make a meeting Wednesday evening here at my place?” I asked.

Kim paused a moment before asking. “He wants to meet me at your home?”

“Actually he only said a more private setting; I’m going to suggest you and he meet here, that way I can introduce you to each other and there are more than enough rooms here that you two can have privacy.” rize escort I replied.

“Sounds okay to me.” Kim answered.

“Great, can I tell him you’ll be here at eight o’clock?” I suggested.

“Yep.” Kim said.

I gave her my address and told her it would be okay for her to park in the driveway.

“See you tomorrow evening.” I said before disconnecting our call.

Back to my email, I clicked reply to the one I’d left open. I typed. “Daddy; Thank you for your emails I would be happy to handle both appointments you asked me about. I’ve spoken to Kim and she would be able to meet you tomorrow evening at eight o’clock. I’d suggest having that meeting here at my place so that I can introduce you to her then leave you alone to conduct the employment interview in private. If you are agreed I will leave the second garage door open so you can park unseen. Please let me know if this is agreeable to you. Angel.” I clicked on send and left my laptop on just in case Daddy sent a reply later in the day.

I freshened up my coffee and headed back upstairs. I took a quick shower all the while wondering exactly what Ken was planning for this weekend. Regardless of his plans I welcomed the opportunity to spend more time with him. His hard body and even harder cock excited me and if my assumption that weekend meant a couple days I’d have a chance to show Ken more of my sexual skills. I patted my body dry and wrapped a second towel around my wet hair. I slipped on my favorite fluffy white robe and headed downstairs. My laptop was still open on the kitchen table I pressed enter to wake it from sleep mode and then clicked on my email server. I had a new email from Daddy. It read, “Angel thank you for the great idea of having me meet Kim at your place. I’d like to get there about seven so I can fill you in on the details of your appointment Thursday evening and also the appointment for this coming weekend. I’ll need a couple hours alone with Kim to conduct my pre-employment interview. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Daddy.”

I shut down my computer and sat back in the chair. I recalled when without my knowledge Daddy had conducted my pre-employment interview in the front seat of his car. Remembering what it felt like as I slowly lowered my loins over his massive rock hard cock, what it felt like being completely filled with throbbing black cock. I recalled how his cock tasted when I took him in my mouth. I wondered if Kim a much more petite woman, would be able to handle Daddy’s huge thirteen inch cock. She had told me that her specialty was anal sex but I wasn’t sure she’d be able to deal with his huge cock head spearing her tight little sphincter. I’d find out tomorrow night.

I was glad Daddy was planning on giving me the details of my Thursday night appointment with his long time client’s twenty year old son. The fact that he felt I was perfect for the appointment told me that this young man either had some issues with women in general or had some kind of fetish for older women. I certainly fit the image of a MILF, and I was anxious to either train him about treating women the way they deserve or satisfy his fetish for a woman old enough to actually be his mother.

I decided to go shopping for some new and exciting lingerie Wednesday afternoon. I recalled last Sunday when Ken had passed me off as his wife, and thought it would be fun to continue that role with a sexy bridal lingerie set. As I entered my favorite boutique the young sales girl greeted me. “Hello is there something special you’re interested in today.

I replied. “I’m looking for a bridal set.”

She smiled and asked. “Are you getting married?”

“Not exactly.” I answered.

She led me to a section where everything displayed was pure white. “Here’s what we have.” She said sliding her hand along the top of the hangers designed to hold skimpy garments.

I slowly slid the hangers apart surveying each offering and came to one that peaked my interest. Lifting it from the rack I held it up to look more closely at the three piece set. It had a lovely lace bra and matching cheeky panties with the cutest tiny blue bow at the top in front.

“Look at the back.” The sales girl said.

I turned the hanger and found the words “I Do.” spelled with blue rhinestones.

“I love it.” I instantly said.

Along with the very sexy lace bra and panties the sent included a matching garter.

“I’ll take it.” I said with a smile knowing with the right accessories this outfit would send Ken’s mind racing.

“Do you have white silk stockings?” I asked

She smiled and offered. “Actually we have silk with the same lace as the set you’re buying, and to add just a hint of naughty they have black seams.”

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. “Please show them to me.”

As we walked toward the stocking display I noticed a mannequin displaying an incredible wet look outfit. I’d have to check that out after I completed my bridal set.

The stockings were sakarya escort perfect featuring a wide lace top that matched my bra panties and garter. I’ll take two pair of these.” I said.

I’m not sure if this young sales girl was just trying to be helpful or just wanted to make a larger sale but she suggested. “We do have a few veils, if you interested.”

A veil would be just the right thing to set off this virginal bridal set I thought. “Let’s take a look at what you have.”

Their selection wasn’t very extensive but I did find a waist length veil that was trimmed with lace. It didn’t match the lace of the other pieces but I was fairly certain that Ken wouldn’t notice. It was the perfect length to cover everything except the lacy tops of my stockings. I thought the price was a little high but knew I’d recover the cost when Ken gave me my tip for the weekend.

“Do you need shoes?” She asked.

“Actually I have a pair of white stilettoes that will do just fine.” I replied.

She smiled and said. “You’re good to go then. I hope your bridal gown is a pretty as all these undergarments.

I just smiled and said. “It is.” Not wanting her to know that a gown wasn’t necessary for my purposes.

She started toward the counter assuming we were finished.

“I’d like to take a look at that red wet look number you’ve got displayed on that mannequin over there.” I said.

“Oh my, that is one sexy number.” She replied as she placed my purchases on the counter.

When I first noticed the outfit I could only see from the waist up, but now that I could see the entire mannequin I wanted it even more. It included a full nylon body suit, long sleeves and legs that covered your feet. What set it off was the outer garment in bright fire engine red wet look latex. The latex had a tight turtle neck top that fastened together at the back with Velcro. In the front it narrowed across the upper chest and had about a two inch wide strip that ran between your tits, below the chest it widened and fit snuggly around the lower back and under the crotch where another Velcro attachment held it together. I imagined how I would look in this very sexy outfit. Obviously my tits would be exposed although covered with the dark nylon body suit. My long shapely legs would be accentuated by the high cut of the latex at the hips. Unfortunately the nylon body suit did not have an open crotch which meant that it was most likely a wear once and discard garment. I stood there contemplating how to accessorize this sexy outfit should I decide to buy it.

“So what do you think?” The friendly sales girl asked.

“I think it’s fabulous.” I replied.

She smiled and said. “You do know we’re having a buy one and get a second outfit for fifty percent off sale this week?”

I turned to her and said. “Really I didn’t know that. I’ll take it, but I still need to pick out accessories.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked.

“I’m going to want a pair of matching nylon gloves, and a pair of shoes.” I answered.

Again she smiled and said. “Wait right here.”

As she scurried off I turned and admired my half off outfit. I touched the nylon along one of the mannequin’s arms. It had a very sexy feel to it and I couldn’t wait to wear it for Ken. I ran one finger under the latex teddy where it narrowed at the chest. The mannequin had smaller tits than me and I wondered if this material might curl over when it dipped into my cleavage.

She returned with a lovely pair of nylon gloves, wrist length with a slightly darker band at the top and the pièce de résistance a pair of red ankle high boots that featured small gold pad locks at the side. I held them up to closely examine the quality. The heels were at least six inches high and walking any distance in them would be a challenge but I figured I’d only have to walk across a room so I wasn’t worried about the height. “These are perfect.” I said, than added. “I hope you have my size.”

“We have every size; they’re not a real big seller.” She replied.

I looked at the boots again the pad locks gave me an idea. “I don’t suppose you have a red leather choker collar?” I asked.

“We do and it has a large gold ring at the front.” She answered.

“Great add that to my sale.” I said.

As she bagged my purchases I thought I’d have to stop at a pet store and buy a red leash.

“Ok your total is two hundred thirty five dollars and sixty seven cents.” She said.

I pulled three crisp hundred dollar bills from my wallet and handed them to her.

After handing me the change she smiled and sheepishly said. “Your groom is in for a real treat.”

“He sure is. Thanks for all your help.” I said as I picked up my shopping bags and turned to leave.

There is a pet store between the lingerie shop and the exit from the mall so I stopped there and purchased a short red leather leash. I knew the nylon and latex attire screamed submissiveness and I hoped Ken would at least samsun escort get into making me his sex slave at some point during our time together.

I pulled into my garage at five of six. Closing the garage door behind my Benz and opening the other for Daddy to park inside. I placed my shopping bags at the bottom of the stairway and returned to the kitchen. I should have stopped at the grocery store and picked up some light snacks for my guests but made do with a plate of cubed cheese and crackers and added some fresh vegetables with ranch dressing. Not much but after all they weren’t coming by to eat. There were a couple bottles of beer in the frig and half a bottle of red wine so I had at least one round of drinks covered.

Daddy is almost always prompt a characteristic I appreciate and as expected I heard his car pull into the garage exactly at seven o’clock. I walked over to the door to the garage and opened it just as Daddy stood up from his driver seat, reached around and pressed the door button closing the garage door behind his black Chrysler.

“Angel it’s great to see you.” He said as he walked round the front of my Benz.

I waited until he was close enough than gave him a huge hug as I said. “I always look forward to seeing you Daddy.”

We walked into the kitchen and I offered him a beer. “I’ll hold off on that for now.” He replied.

“Let’s go in the den.” I said as I took his huge hand in mine and led him to my cozy den.

“Will Kim be prompt?” He asked.

One of the most important things Daddy stresses when meeting a client is promptness and I was sure he’d be rating Kim on that initially.

“I’m sure she will be, she’s very anxious to meet you.” I answered.

“Make yourself comfortable.” I said motioning to the big overstuffed chair that Barry always sat in to watch his games.

Daddy sat down and I noticed he used more of the chair then my soon to be ex-husband. I sat down on one end of the couch and crossed my legs.

I was anxious to find out the details of my up-coming appointments and figured I’d prompt Daddy to give me the low down. “So tell me about this young man I’m seeing tomorrow evening.” I said.

Daddy began to explain. “His father has been a client for a very long time unbeknownst to the boy’s mother. He has had several girlfriends all of which dumped him because of his abusive treatment.”

I was somewhat taken back by the idea of meeting a young man who has a history of abusing women.

“His father knows why his previous girlfriends have dumped him and discussed it with him. Apparently he didn’t see it as abusive but through long conversations with is dad he came to the realization that he has no idea how to properly treat a woman.” Daddy went on to explain.

“I see, so I’m going to show him how a woman wants to be treated?” I asked.

Daddy grinned and replied. “Exactly, but I want you to know that I questioned his father at length about the kind of abuse we’re talking about and he assured me that the boy has no history of physical, but rather verbal abuse.”

I was relieved to hear that, but I knew going in that Daddy would never put one of his girls into a situation where there was any possibility of physical harm.

Daddy reached into his breast pocket and pulled out an envelope. “Your tip has been paid in advance.” He said leaning forward and handing me the envelope. I opened it and thumbed through a stack of one hundred dollar bills. “I like that.” I said as I put the envelope on the end table beside me.

“You will be meeting the client in the lobby of the Grand Hilton. His father has reserved a suite for you and his son. He wants to have a short conversation with you before you go up to the suite.” Daddy went on to explain.

I smiled. “I’ll want to impress him since he’s such a good client.” I said.

“How will I know who he is?” I asked.

“You won’t, I’ve sent him a photo of you so he will approach you when you arrive.” Daddy said.

I just smiled at him.

“I guess you’re wondering about this weekend.” Daddy asked.

I continued smiling as I said. “I am; it sounds like Ken Sacks really enjoyed his class reunion picnic last weekend.”

Now it was Daddy who broke into a wide smile. “Trust me Angel he gave you very high marks. You impressed him with your ability to jump into the role play of being his spouse.”

I laughed and remarked. “What he didn’t have anything to say about the time we spent together at his home after the picnic.”

“You shouldn’t have to ask; after all he requested a second appointment in less than a week.” Daddy said.

“And from the sound of it this appointment will be for more than one evening.” I remarked.

“That’s correct; he would like you to meet him at his home later Friday afternoon. From there you will travel with him to his vacation home upstate. I believe you will return sometime Sunday night.” Daddy explained.

I instantly became even more excited for the weekend.

“He has requested two things. First he wants you bring a swim suit and second he’d like you to pack a classy cocktail dress.”

“I wouldn’t schedule the appointment until he told me where he was taking you, but he’s asked that I not tell you as he’d like it to a surprise.” Daddy explained.

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Up until I was 18 I was a pretty shy kid. Shy not naive that is, I knew about sex and had amassed quite a collection of porn. Even then I was attracted to the more voluptuous girls, not fat girls but I was always turned on by women with large breasts and if they were a bit curvy elsewhere even better.

I couldn’t really get turned on by the super skinny look. I think sub-consciously I knew that if I tried to fuck one of these with my rather big cock that there would be some serious damage done or at the very least I would get terribly frustrated by not having them be able to take me all in.

I was a jerk off king. I would find moments to get to my hidden collection of porn and imagine myself in the arms of these hot babes and it wouldn’t be long before I had my cock in my two hands stroking it furiously. I knew that my cock was big or dare I say even massive but it was only after I got my hands on some decent hardcore porn where these so called studs were fucking these porn queens that it finally dawned upon me that I was quite unique. This had two effects firstly it made me feel special and secondly it made me feel like a freak as these guys didn’t even come close to me in size or the amount of cum they could plaster the girls with. When I finally let myself go I came like a fire hose. Shit the stuff went everywhere.

So here I was a teenage guy beating myself to death on a frequent basis which I must admit was OK, fuck the feeling I had as my cock throbbed looking at pictures and videos of big titted girls getting seriously shafted by these guys was great but I knew that the real thing would be that much better. I knew that the dialogue in the videos was scripted and very fake, I mean seriously would a girl who was getting fucked by a 7 inch cock really be screaming “Oh your so big, OH fuck your splitting me in two you big stud, I can’t take any more… Give me a break!!”

This situation continued on for a while until something dramatic happened which put in motion a series of events that would ultimately see me putting this big cock to far better use.

A new girl called Kristy Cable and her family moved in next door and Kristy started at my uni. Kristy was a babe, blond, fit and tanned but as gorgeous as she was it was her mother who really attracted my attention. Mrs Cable was an out and out stunner. Like Kristy she was blond and very attractive but that wasn’t what caught my attention it was her immaculate set of tits. They were big but not obscenely out of proportion. I had not had a lot of experience in working out Bra sizes but I just knew that she would be on the right side of 40inches. She would walk around in cut off shorts and these little tops showing a lot of cleavage.

The first night that I saw her I damn near almost jerked my cock right off. I started to fantasise about the day we would get it on. I imagined her lying there asking me how big my massive cock was as she played with her huge tits. Damn I thought that I had better have a good answer for her so I pulled out a tape measure and after stroking my cock thinking of Beth I measured my now rampant throbbing cock. 13 inches, 13 fucking rock hard inches surely that would impress her I thought as I finished myself off for my second orgasm of the night.

After a few days I had been able to introduce myself to Kristy and that weekend she invited me over to her place on the weekend. This was great not only was I getting on well with Kristy but hopefully I would get to meet Beth. I had only seen her husband fleetingly as he left for work early and returned late. Obviously he was a workaholic where as the only thing I was addicted to was sex.

When I got to Kristy’s house I found Kristy in her swimsuit ready to jump in the pool. We went out the back and there she was, Mrs Cable in a bikini. Fuck I damn well nearly came in my shorts. Kristy introduced us and we made some small talk. I noticed that Mrs Cable was drinking champagne and was very relaxed about things. I called her Mrs Cable but she insisted that I call her Beth. We made a bit of small talk about how things were going at school etc.

Eventually Kristy returned and jumped in the pool. I must say that Kristy was already showing signs of taking after her mother in the looks department and had a very impressive set of tits as well, not as big but showing plenty of potential.

I stripped down to my shorts and jumped in. Kristy and I swam and chatted although I noticed that Beth was stealing a few glances our way. Fuck she was hot and when she sat up and started rubbing suntan lotion on mersin escort her abs and around her huge tits I couldn’t help but start to get an erection. Oh shit I thought this is going to be embarrassing. I just tried not think about her and focussed on Kristy but that did little to help as she was a stunner as well.

Just as I was getting really worried Kristy got out and asked if I wanted to join her for a bite to eat. Now the moment of truth was upon me. I knew that the shorts I was wearing would cling to my semi hard cock and show the ladies its full size.

As I got out I trued to hide my immense cock from view but when Kristy turned around with a towel for me it was too late. She stopped shocked at what she saw. I must admit my attempts to hide my huge cock and been rather unsuccessful and its size was clearly visible through my shorts. Kristy just stood there in silence her mouth ajar her eyes focussed on my shorts. As I reached for the towel she dropped it and it was then that Beth noticed her daughter standing there in front of me with the towel on the pool deck.

Beth jumped to her feet and moved to where we were standing. It was like it was happening in slow motion. As Beth arrived at Kristy’s side she saw what had shocked her daughter. Beth likewise just stared at my shorts for what seemed like ages before slowly bending down to pick up my towel. She offered to help wrap it around me and I couldn’t resist as she reached around me and wrapped the towel around my hips. Wow that was awkward but not a word was said.

We went inside for a bite to eat and I noticed the ladies whispering to each other and at one stage I surprised them in the kitchen and Beth was standing there her hands spread apart about a foot suggesting she was guessing just how big I was to Kristy.

The rest of the day went well without any more embarrassing moments but as I left Beth gave me a kiss on the cheek and said that she was glad to meet me and looked forward to seeing more of me in the future. Was I reading too much into this or was she meaning that she was desperate to see my cock.

When I got home I was alone and went to my bedroom which overlooked Kristy’s house. I found that if I stood near the end of my bed and looked carefully I could see their pool and there was Beth back on the sunlounge. I removed my shorts and found my hand drawn to my cock and slowly but surely I started stroking it to its full size. There I was naked standing near the window bracing myself with my left hand as I wanked myself with my right. This was too much for me even though I wanted it to last forever but alas that was impossible. Now normally I jerk off while lying on my bed and when I come I spray it all over myself before jumping in the shower but this time I remained standing and when I could hold back no longer I blew a massive steam of cum all over my desk, chair and bed, fuck the stuff was everywhere as I imagined plastering Beth and her massive tits.

I didn’t see much of either Kristy or Beth that week but boy did I give my cock a severe thrashing each morning and night thinking about them.

Then on the Thursday I bumped into Beth outside as I was coming home from uni. She asked me if I wanted to come over the next day after uni. Of course I accepted her kind offer but as I went inside I remembered that Kristy was away on a camp so I wondered what Beth had in mind.

I couldn’t wait for the next afternoon to come. I was torn between beating myself stupid and not touching my cock so that my huge balls were fully primed in case I got to fuck Mrs Cable. Shit what a dilemma to find myself in. I resisted the huge and kept my hands from my massive shaft hoping all would work out the next day.

When I arrived at 5pm Mrs Cable met me at the door in a sexy red dress which showed off her two best features, her massive firm tits and her long tanned toned legs.

We went inside and Mrs Cable, or should I say Beth as she made me call her offered me a beer which I was glad to take and we started chatting. Beth had obviously had a couple of wines before I arrived as was in a pretty relaxed mood. Me I was beside myself with the idea of getting to finally fucking the ass of Mrs Cable.

I asked where Mr Cable was and Beth replied that he was at work, as usual and wouldn’t be home for some time. It wasn’t long before Mrs Cable started playing with my hair and running her hands over my chest. I had down a lot of swimming and rowing at school and was in pretty good shape physically and she obviously liked what muğla escort she felt.

Finally she got down to business.

“Now Brad I want to talk about what happened last weekend in the pool with Kristy,” said Beth.

Oh shit here we go I thought is she going to lecture me about keeping my hands to myself and not to fuck around with her daughter.

“What Mrs Cable, what do you want to talk about?” I asked sheepishly.

“Your um, well you know your um rather large you know, your big cock,” Beth finally got out.

“Oh that, I was afraid you were going to say that. Can I just say that you don’t have to worry I promise not force myself upon Kristy and I can understand why you would be concerned as it is rather large,” I said.

“What the fuck are you talking about, it’s not about Kristy, its about me boy. I’m desperate to see it when its not constrained by your shorts, can I see it, can I??” Beth pleaded.

“Sure but do you think this is right I mean your my friends mother and twice my age and your ..” but I was cut off mid sentence by Beth who had had enough.

“Enough already of course its OK now let me see what it is your packing in those pants young man,” said Beth.

I stood up and undid my belt and as I went to undo my jeans Beth couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed by jeans and pulled them down around my ankles. I was wearing some CK boxers which are nice and tight giving great definition to my hardening cock.

“Oh my god, its huge, no its massive. What the fuck are you??” asked Beth.

“Well I guess I’m just lucky to be little bit better endowed than Most,” I said proudly.

“That my boy is not a little better endowed let me asure you and I have seen plenty of cocks in my day and that is fucking outrageously big. I can’t wait to see it in its full glory.” said Beth.

My cock stretched around my waist to the side of my hip like a large thick sausage bulging and throbbing in my boxers. Beth was beside herself, she was frantic she was breathing hard touching her breasts as she felt my cock through the material. I could imagine that you would be like this yourself confronted with a guy hung like this.

Beth put her thumbs in my boxers and with some difficulty I must say pulled them over my cock unleashing its hugeness.

“Oh fuck Brad that’s not a cock that’s a mega cock, your hung like a rogue elephant!!” screamed Beth.

“I don’t know about an elephant but fuck it feels big tonight,” I replied.

“How fucking big is it? My husband’s is 7 inches which I thought was big but it pales into insignificance compared to this monster,” demanded Beth.

“Well last time I measured it was 13 inches, how does that sound?” I responded.

“Big! fucking big is how that sounds Brad, can I, may I touch it?” begged Beth.

“Oh go on if you must,” I teased.

The next few minutes was given over to Beth as she licked and sucked every inch of my cock. One minute she was massaging its head the next she was rubbing her nipples over it the next she was wanking it furiously with both hands.

I was in heaven here I was a 18 year old teasing this women who was obsessed by my cock. She wasn’t playing with it she was worshipping it.

I may have been a little inexperienced at this but I knew what a women wants and as she continued to play with my cock I manouvered my mouth into a position where I could suck her big tits and erect nipples. Beth had by now positioned herself so that she was sitting in front of me as I lay back on the sofa. She placed one hand under my balls which were are so huge that theye completely covered her hand and flopped each side of her hand. With the other hand she stroked my cock while telling me that I was amazing and how she would teach me about sex.

Then she suddenly lent forward and took one of lemon sized balls in her mouth and sucked hard. God I had never felt such a feeling in my life. next she slowly rang her tongue up the length of my cock pausing at the head to lick the copious amount of cum which was now oozing from it. Grabbing my cock she shook it from side to side impressed to see that she could rub it against my nipples. This seemed to make her day and mine for that matter.

I reached around and felt her tight ass and slowly caressed it with my hand teasing her by rubbing her pussy before returning my hand to her cheeks. Poor Beth was by now panting hard her big tits with nipples erect was heaving and she was grinding her ass against my hand. Finally I circumed and allowed myself to insert nevşehir escort my fingers into her moist pussy. First two then three and finally four of my fingers found there way inside her warm pussy. This was alomost too much for her as she threw her head back arching her back while thrusting her pelvis onto my hand.

“God that feels good Brad, you may be young but boy you sure know how to please a women,” she said still firmly grasping my rampant monster which was by now glistening in precum. Standing tall like a pillar of flesh, throbbing and pulsating in her tiny hands.

Beth suddely looked at her watch and told me that in a few minutes her husband was going to call and that she wanted me to do something for her. I agreed but wanted to know more.

“Listen, that fucker is never here for me. As you can probably tell I love sex, I adore sex, I need it hard and I need it often and he’s never here for me so tonight when he calls we’re going have some fun so just do as I say and I promise you that it wil be a ight you will never forget,” Beth said.

Just as she finished the phone rang and Beth grabbed me by the cock and led me over to the phone where she sat down positioning me in front of her. She picked up the phone while stroking me with the other hand.

“Hello, Beth here,” she said politely.

“Hi honey how’s things?” said her husband.

“Oh you know another quiet night here nothing much doing,” She lied.

“Hey listen I’m going to be a little later than I thought. Do you think you could get some dinner for me for when I get home?”

Beth then put the phone on speaker and grabbed my cock with both hands.

“Oh babe, I wish I could but I’m catching up with something I had been wanting to do for a while now and I really have my hands full with it so I don’t know if that will be possible,” she said looking at me smiling as she wanked me off with foot long strokes occasionally licking the precum from my cock head.

“Oh that sounds really boring I wish I could be there to brighten it up for you, can I bring something home for you instead?” he asked.

Now Beth turned around and propped herself up on her hands and knees and stuck her tight little ass in the air, I didn’t need any instructions on this I knew exactly what she wanted and slowly slid my huge cock into her dripping pussy.

Beth was biting on a pillow to stop herself from screaming as she took it in. I could tell that I was stretching her like she had never been stretched before. I took it easy and she eased herself back onto me.

“Oh no I’ve just eaten and to be honest I’ve really taken on more than I should have and I’m fuller than I’ve ever been so no honey don’t pick anything up for me,” Beth said barely managing to get the words out.

“OK honey, well have a good night and I see you later,” her husband replied.

Beth now turned around and started making wanking actions with her hands and I new what she wanted. She laid back massaging her big tits and playing with her pussy as I started to stroke my big cock. She suggested that I do it even faster and I responded.

“OK honey I’m just going to take a shower and then go to bed with a good boy I mean a good book.”

That was my que and I blasted a huge shower of cum all over Beth. The first few streams plastered her tits with next few her pretty face. I kept pumping my shaft which continued to erupt all over her. A shower she wanted and a shower she got!

This was now reaching the ridiculous here I was showering Beth with my cum while her husband was on the phone.

Beth hung up as I drained the last cum from my cock. Beth was a mess covered from her hair to her thighs with my cum. Cum dripped from her erect nipples and pooled on her belly.

“That my boy was sensational. You are fucking amazing, not only do you have the biggest, hardest most fuckable cock in the world you know how to please a women.

Even as Beth spoke my cock began to harden again and jerked uncontrollably until soon it was once again fully erect and ready for more action.

“Oh my god Brad look at it! Its still hard, what are you a machine?? Don’t tell me your ready to go again are you?” Beth questioned.

“Oh yeah Mrs Cable that’s the other thing you should know about me I can keep this up for hours. My record is four orgasms in a row so if your keen I suggest we get back to it,” I replied now slowly stroking my huge cock.

“I can see we are going to become great friends Brad,” replied Beth as she got to her feet embracing me and kissing me passionately on the lips.

As she pulled me closer my cock thrust up between her tits and we both looked down to see it pointing at us only inches from our faces. Beth laughed out loud and said that it felt like we were being watched.

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Darleen…

It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school. To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with. Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them. I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred. I was crushed. I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’ll miss you too.” Her warm breath made me shiver. I felt her shiver, too.

I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.

“Don?” she started.

“Yes?”

“I…I…”

“What?” I asked.

“Never mind,” she said shyly.

I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.

“We shouldn’t,” she said, swatting at her friend.

“You’re right, at least not here.”

Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I shouldn’t have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?”

“She’s just a friend who came with me to look after me.”

“Ah. It’s nice to have friends like that.” I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn’t see my face.

“It is,” Darleen said trying not to laugh.

“Let’s go get a soda,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.

We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen’s friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.

“What are you laughing at now?” she asked.

“They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we…” I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, surprised at my comment.

“No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I would like that too, but not tonight.”

“But you’re leaving tomorrow…never mind. I would never force myself on you.”

I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.

“I think I’m falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me.”

“Don…I have something to tell you…I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn’t have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front.” She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.

“I wish I had known,” I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.

Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn’t start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.

We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen’s hand in mine and stood up.

“Come on, let’s dance my lady,” I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.

Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o’clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.

“Dar, we have to go,” her friend said.

“I know, now go away for a few minutes.”

Her friend retreated until we couldn’t see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back bitlis escort with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.

“I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you.”

“I love you too, Darleen, so much it’s hard for me to speak anymore.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, then handed me an envelope. “Don’t read this until tomorrow night, please.”

“I promise.”

She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn’t see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Darleen asked me to come over here and make sure you are okay. Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I looked at her, not really seeing her. “No, I’m not okay. The love of my life just left me. Of course, she probably feels the same way and that’s what’s killing me.”

Jane wrapped her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I just let her, but I didn’t kiss her back. She pulled away looking up at me with surprise on her face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

“No.”

“Really, you fell in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me,” Jane said leading me to the picnic bench in front of my parent’s house.

We sat down on the same side. Jane moved me until I was facing her. Then she pulled my head down to her shoulder and just hugged me. My arms just hung at my sides. After about ten minutes, I raised my arms and clung to Jane as the sobs and tears starting rolling out of me. We sat there for a long time. When I was cried out, Jane let go of me, grabbed my face and shook my head. Then she kissed me. I finally kissed her back. It was a friendly kiss on my part. Hers had a little passion in it, but not much. We were friends. She lived next door. She had next door looks too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waist, shapely legs and nice boobs. And before tonight if she had kissed me like this, I would have been all over her, but I knew she just wanted to be my friend.

“I’m okay now,” I said pushing her away.

“Good. Now kiss me one last time.”

“Thank you, but…”

“But what?”

“I will miss her so much,” I told her.

“But you hardly knew her,” Jane said.

“I know, I love her and always will.”

“What about me?” she asked smiling at me. I knew she was joking.

“You? You I will lust after for the rest of my life,” I told her with an evil grin.

“I can deal with that. Would you like to come in the house with me? My parents and brother and sister are gone for the weekend. They won’t be back until Tuesday.”

We were both 18, she was the oldest child in her family as was I. I hung my head for a minute thinking. We had both just graduated. Both our birthdays were in January.

“Sure, why not,” I told her.

I knew what she was going to do for me. She got up, took my hand and pulled me after her. As we entered the house, their dog came out of the living room. He was a purebred collie. His name, believe it or not, was Pal. We said hello to each other, then I was following Jane farther into the house. We wound up in her bedroom. I had only been here once before with her brother and then I only stood in the doorway. It was a typical girls room. Pink and lacy.

Once inside the room, Jane sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. I didn’t know how I felt about what she wanted to do for me, but I knew I would be grateful to her for a long, long time. I sat next to her. She pulled my head to her and kissed me. She was full of passion. I know she didn’t love me, we were just friends. But I knew she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Her kiss was passionate. Then I felt her tongue brush my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue. When I found it, my breath exploded from my lungs and Jane sighed.

I decided to take liberties with her if she was willing to give them to me. I placed a hand on her breast. Her breath exploded from her lungs and I sighed. Our passion for each other soared. Her breasts were perfect, they fit my hand perfectly. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. She was very excited about what we were going to do. Jane pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye.

“Don,” she said. “I just want to tell you how much I adore you. You have always been kind to me. You have never even tried to make a pass at me. You are the perfect gentleman. But now I want you…not to be a gentleman. I need you to ravage me, to fuck my pussy and my mouth.” She finished.

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say, except to nod my head and smile at her. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes for quite awhile. Then I gently kissed her lips. She sighed as she kissed me back. Our tongues were in a battle again. I had never let go of her breast, but now I wanted to see them both. I reach down to pull her sweater off, she bolu escort didn’t stop me. She had a skimpy bra on that almost showed her nipples. I was surprised her mom let her wear something like this, but she was old enough to make up her own mind about her underwear.

“Beautiful,” I croaked.

“Thank you,” Jane whisper, reaching around behind her to unhook the bra.

When she shrugged it off, I had my first look at her perfect breasts. They were beautiful. White where her bathing suit had covered then. Her nipples were a smidgen darker than her tan and they were hard as diamonds. Her areoles were all crinkled with her sexual excitement. I could hardly wait to suck on them and gently bite them.

“Help me get my jeans off,” Jane told me.

She had them unbuttoned and unzipped. I stood and grabbed both cuffs and pulled them off her body. She had beautiful legs that I had admired every time she was out sunbathing in her backyard. She had on a sexy little pair of sheer, lacy panties that matched her bra. She looked yummy. I pulled my t-shirt off as she worked on my belt and pants. Back then, I wore tighty-whities. They had a bulge in them now.

“Have I done that to you?” Jane asked.

“Yes. You have done this to me almost every day since you moved in here.”

“Every day? Really?”

“Yes, every day.”

“Good. She leaned forward and kissed my cock through my underwear, then reached for the waistband and pulled them down.

“Impressive,” she said, smiling and nodding her head.

I knew she was just trying to make me feel good. My cock was average, about six and a half inches long. It was a little thicker than most I had seen in the locker room. And don’t ever let a guy lie to you about never looking. We all look. He does, however, hope that we are discrete enough not to raise the ire of the guy we are checking out. Then her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her left hand cradled my balls, her right was wrapped around my shaft. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock and it felt wonderful. Then she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking a little more of my cock each time until she finally had her nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to just yet. I had so much more to experience with Jane if she was willing to give herself to me. I pushed her back onto her bed. She yipped in surprise. Reaching down I pulled her panties off. She raised her hips to make it easier. I pushed the crotch against my face and felt the moisture there. I moved them to my nose and sniffed deeply. Her eyes opened in surprise.

“Do you do that with all the girl’s panties?” she asks.

I had never done anything like that before. I read about it in a penthouse.

“Of course. I love the scent of a woman,” I said lying through my teeth. “And you smell wonderful.” That wasn’t a lie, she did smell wonderful.

Then I bent down and kissed her furry vulva. She shivered and growled deep in her throat. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her wet labia. She yipped again. Then I was sucking her petals of flesh into my mouth and attacking them with my tongue. She cried out. No specific words, more like a moan and a groan but loud. Then I was licking her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted. That was the first cuss word I had ever heard her say. I just licked her clit harder. “Oh fuck!” she yelled again. I just kept sucking and licking her clit. until she pushed my head away. It seemed to be getting too sensitive. I move down to her vagina and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. “Oh my fucking god!” she shouted. We were lucky her parent were out of town. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I pulled my mouth back from her pussy, with her labia inside. They stretched and stretched, then popped out of my mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried out. Her hips started bucking of their own accord.

I moved up between her legs, stopping to suck on her nipples for a while. She shook and shivered as I did.

“God Don…if only I had known,” she said softly.

I pulled my mouth from her tit, her nipple still held in my mouth with suction, until it popped out. She grunted as it did. I looked up at her.

“If you had only known what?” I asked.

“How good you are at sucking pussy.” She smiled down at me. I nodded and crawled up until I was looking down at her.

“Are you still a virgin?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Jimmy fucked me a couple of time. It never really hurt and there wasn’t any blood.”

“Hmmm, well I guess we’ll find out,” I said, press my cock against her entrance. “Are you at least on birth control?”

“Yes. My mom made sure of that.” I nodded as I pressed into her farther. “Oh, you’re bigger than Jimmy, I can feel you stretching me.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not yet. It kind of feels good. Keep going,” she ordered.

I pressed into her, then pulled back a little and pressed in a little farther. She moaned as I pressed in and sighed as I pulled out. After about five minutes of taking it slow, burdur escort I was in her all the way.

“Does that hurt?” I asked once more.

“No that feels delicious. Oh god, you stretched me out, a lot. It feels so good.”

“Okay, I’ll take it slow at first,” I whispered in her ear.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Then I kissed her on the lips, hard. At the same time, I pulled out of her until just the head of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I pushed into her slowly. She moaned as I did.

“Fuck me, Don, fuck me hard until I scream!” she said.

I pulled out slowly, slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.

“Oh fuck,” she screamed.

I did it again, fast and hard. She screamed. for the next twenty minutes, I slammed my cock into her sweet pussy. She was cussing and swearing up a storm. I found it very sexy to listen to her. I was also watching her tits bounce on her chest. It was also erotic that I couldn’t last much longer. Jane was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together to be one. I’m not saying I was an expert lover, but I was young and healthy and had a hard dick that I could move fast and hard. I could feel my orgasm coming. It almost hurt as my sperm shot out of my dick into Jane’s wonderful pussy. When she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy, it triggered her orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted.

I kept pushing into her with each spurt of my cum.

“Oh my fucking god, oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I just pushed into her more. I spurted one more time. Then I just sighed.

“God that was so…beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. I was still on top of her.

“Oh god Don, yes it was, beautiful. Of fuck,” she yelled the last and shook with another orgasm.

I rolled off her and lay next to her staring at the ceiling. Then I turned my head to look at her pretty face. She was still having an orgasm. I smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek. She turned her head to look at me. She smiled, closed her eyes and came again.

“Holy shit, nobody has ever done this to me. Not Jimmy, not…well you don’t need to know my dating history, right now. But fuck, that was fantastic.”

I smiled at her. Her eyes got big and she jumped up and headed out of the room to the bathroom. I heard the water running and lay back and closed my eyes. Having sex with Jane had been good for me. I still pined for the loss of Darleen, but all the tension about her leaving tomorrow had been drained from my body. Then I felt a warm washcloth touch my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Jane carefully cleaning my cock. It felt good. Then she sucked me into her mouth to see if she had cleaned all the stuff off me. She threw the cloth into the corner and climbed into bed.

“Can you stay the night?” she asked. I was very surprised.

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do. And if you’re up to it, I would like you to fuck me all night. Or at least eat my pussy.”

Again I was very surprised by her request.

“Sure.” Then she was kissing me, hard and trying to force her tongue into my mouth, which I let her do.

We spent the rest of the night trying a whole bunch of new things for her and some that were new to me. We had fun and both of us had a lot of pleasure given by the other person. It was an amazing night. When morning finally came, Jane looked at me.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“I am, I really am. I know I have to get on with my life. And I want to thank you for what you have done for me.”

“That’s the way it started. I was just going to let you fuck me, then say goodnight and hope for the best. But you surprised me. You turned me on so much, I just wanted to have you do it over and over again. Can I call on you to please me in the future?”

“If I can call on you to please me.”

“Of course, of course. Oh god, I told myself I wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Change the way I feel about you. I was just going to keep you as a friend, but now I want you as a lover, even if I’m going out with someone else.”

“Really? You would cheat on your boyfriend?”

“With you, yes. I would tell him about you and that it’s just sex. If he didn’t like it, I would break up with him until I found one that liked that was cheating on him. There have to be men out there like that. I want to keep you as a lover. Maybe even let my boyfriend fuck me at the same time. I would like to try that.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that. We might want to wait on that one for awhile. Quite awhile.”

“Sure. Are you going home now?”

“Yes, I need to get some sleep. Would you like to go out later?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I wake up.”

“Great. I’m going to sleep now.”

She closed her eyes and was out like a light. I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and left, locking the door behind me. As I walked into my parent’s house, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

“I did, thank you for asking. Did you have fun?”

“I did. Did you go home with that nice looking girl you were dancing with all night?”

“No, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” I asked.

“Just wondering. You two looked good together and I watched when you were kissing and it looked serious.”

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Downing the last of a beer when seated at a sidewalk table outside a café, Marin Graham’s eyeballs zapped hard left as a woman with great chest bounce walked by. And then he noticed the pushchair and his vision just as quickly straightened to gaze at the fat back of fatso sitting in front of him and eyeing the passing women, the jerk.

Marin sighed. His hair-lady said his hair was thinning. He decided to never go back to her again but he often said that; she was such a hard-talking know-all. Whatever happened to soft women? These days women were half-starving themselves, working men’s hours, competing against men aggressively and then jettisoning anti-contraception just in time to slide in with a couple of kids in tow before turning forty. The other blatant social change that worried him was women seemed to prefer dating younger guys to challenge their pussy.

Well this wasn’t good enough. Some reforms were needed to get women to pull their horns in.

Oh, thinking about pussy, this one was top shelf. Marcia waved as she approached and slid into the seat to conveniently block out much of fatso.

“Coffee, juice of something to get your motor running,” Marin leered.

“Nothing thanks darling. Must rush. Sorry to drop this on you without notice and it will stuff plans for this evening but I have to end it with you. My manager wants to date me.”

“The rotten bastard.”

“You mean bitch darling. My manager is female. Well, that’s the end of the bad news. Chin up, smile and think of the oil price.”

“Oil price? What do you mean?”

Too late, she was already on the sidewalk. Marin yelled, “What about a kiss!”

Fatso turned and of course Marcia was nowhere to be seen. Fatso growled, “Listen you gay jerk, lay one finger on me and I’ll punch you into tomorrow.”

As soon as Fatso turned back to ogle at babes, Marin moved off on to the sidewalk and merged into the crowd. God, what a day! His boss had declared him redundant and earlier his mom told him she was about to remarry, so he’d have to find somewhere else to spend his boring weekends.

Distressed, finding it too much, Marin leaned against the granite of First Country Bank and wept. Then out of nowhere a woman wearing too much lipstick and with her hem just below her hips opened her shoulder bag and offered him five bucks to buy a coffee.

“No thanks ma’am. I’ve just lost my woman.”

“Ooooh, for one-fifty I could spend an hour substituting.”

Marin hurried off saying no thanks, and wished her a successful evening.

Well, nothing else could happen to him, Marin sighed, except he might get hit by a thunderbolt or a pigeon could dislodge a loose brick on to him from ten floors up. No it just wasn’t one of those days to remember.

Marin entered his apartment building hatay escort and saw Mrs Bryant from the penthouse above his premium apartment attempting to remove her key from the Bryant’s mailbox. He and Eva shared the same birthday and both were thirty-five. She wiped away tears and tried again.

God, women want the world and yet they still cry over any little thing.

“Eva, allow me.”

“Oh thank you Marin. I’ve extracted the mail but the key won’t come out.”

It almost fell into Marin’s hand. He passed it to Eva and he saw she was shaking like a leaf.

“Eva, what’s wrong,” He thought perhaps they had a mouse in the kitchen.

“Freddie has gone,” she wailed, throwing her arms around him and sobbing hugely.

Marin thought it was no use asking had he’d gone on vacation to the beach without her; that could set her off again, just when she appeared to be calming.

He looked down into her huge upturned green eyes and gulped.

“Kiss me Marin and if I knew you better I’d ask you for something of much more comfort to me.”

Marin kissed her.

“That was a peck Marin.”

He manfully tried to do a little better without overstepping the line of proprietary because she was another man’s wife, even if he was on vscation without her.

“That was about high school graduation level. Can’t you pretend you are kissing me just after fucking me?”

Marin let her go, shocked, but too late. Eva spun him around and slammed his against the row of mailboxes, pulled his hand on to her breasts and kissed him hugely – a real power kiss, mashing lips against their teeth.

“Ahem,” coughed a guy – or was it the woman?

“Our mailbox,” said the woman holding a key and pointing to the box under Marin’s butt.

“Oh, good evening. It’s just that we two haven’t seen one another for such a long time.”

“Like yesterday?” said the woman. “You two were riding the elevator I entered yesterday morning.”

They heard a pin drop. Actually the woman had dropped her key. As she bent to pick it up Marin acted decisively.

“Come,” Marin said, moving Eva off by pulling her arm almost out of its socket. “We need a drink.”

“This is very gallant of you Marin. Who were those people?”

“Oh, just strangers passing in the night. You know what it’s like living in an apartment building.”

“But we were all standing still.”

“Mere detail,” Marin said as they reached the bar in the premises at street level under their building. “Here, let me help off your coat. Your breasts appear more substantial now you coat is removed.”

“Thank you Marin. Talk yourself up a bit more like that and ply me with a couple of drinks and you may take off my panties when you deliver me to my apartment.”

“And?” ığdır escort Marin asked, automatically dropping into his accustomed role of seducer, now that talking and touching someone had restored his confidence.

“Then you shall fill me, of course.”

“Of course,” Marin said, picking up Eva’s limp right hand and kissing it, holding her coat over his other arm.

She looked at him as if ready to eat him alive. He had no idea she was simply doing the woman thing – looking to snare a substitute to do the dishes and set the mousetrap and clear the mailbox. But over the first drink she told him. Freddie had left her.

“What beach did her go to?” Marin asked picking up pretzels.

“Beach – did he say he was going to a beach?”

“Nope.”

Eva appeared bewildered. Then she snarled, “He’s run off with the woman with the big ass from the deli. I really don’t see what men see in a big ass.”

“Me neither. Perhaps you should consult a buttman?”

“Marin, I don’t think you are getting the point. Freddie and I are not married; that was only a dodge to maintain respectability for me. We’ve only been together for eighteen months and I was tiring of him anyway. But in my mind I was the one who should make the split but I needed to find someone to be with before kicking him out. But it was tragic. All the guys my age are trying to find younger women to wrap around their erections.”

“Oh Eva, darling. It is tragic. I lost my job this morning and an hour ago my latest girlfriend dropped me like a piece of hot toast. We are but waifs in the flow of immoral human unkindness.”

Eva began to cry. He hugged her and she said that was lovely. She unzipped him to make him feel better about himself. When she finished Marin handed her a tiny paper napkin but the vigilant barman handed her a damp cloth to clean out her cupped hand. With distaste the barman accepted back the cloth, holding it between the tips of thumb and forefinger as if dealing with a dead rat.

“You’ve got to do something to relieve my tension,” Eva said, dropping Marin’s hand into her lap. He said right and handed the bartender ten bucks and asked him to call a waitress to take them to a table.

Eva picked at her food, staring at Marin while he wolfed his.

When Marin had put away his steak Eva asked could they go now.

When Marin had scoffed the last of his strawberry jelly and cream he asked could they go but Eva wanted coffee.

Marin watched Eva finish her coffee and he yawned. She looked alarmed, threw a fifty on to the table and said passionately, “Let’s go.” On the way out Marin tossed a fifty to the barman who’d befriended them and the barman winked at him.

In the elevator Eva opened her coat and hung her scarf over the security video ısparta escort camera. She then pulled her panties down to her knees and pulled Marin’s hand to somewhere warm, damp and furry. It was the wrong hand but Marin struggled manfully and had three of his fingers disappear and achieved instant gratification by triggering a small flood.

Eva almost swooned, saying, “Oh Freddie.”

He hissed that it was Marin and Eva corrected herself hastily.

She walked into the penthouse a little awkwardly because her panties were still around her knees but as soon as she entered the hallway she commended Marin to remove them and to bite her butt. He did that, liked the taste and really wanted to sink in his teeth but she squealed and ran off to the bathroom telling him to shut the door and bolt it.

Eva lay spread-eagled on the pillows, sheet pulled up under her chin and shivering like a fearful virgin. Her eyes opened hugely as bare-assed Marin ripped back the sheet and moved on his knees towards her like an executioner, big sword in his hand that was dripping from the tip in approved manner as outlined in ‘Everywoman’s Little Red Book’. As his length disappeared down Eva’s throat and her entire hand disappeared between her legs Marin howled like a wolf as he grasped both her big, swollen breast and squeezed, making her sink her teeth involuntarily into the base of his cock. His howling then included real tears. But no real damage was done and they went at it for four hours, with some rests, producing more ejaculations for Marin that he’d had in the past month with Marcia, Alice and Trudi combined, er, at different times.

And so ended a tumultuously emotional day for Marin Graham. He slipped off to sleep wondering if the street whore really was worth one-fifty for an hour and then thought he’d had to resume gym membership and upgrade his diet if he were to stay on with Eva because she was all-woman with a sexual appetite that most men dream about but never come across. With Eva, the guy was expected to come repeatedly and timed to come with her. But the good news was she owned the penthouse and a beach house. Her mom owned Allied Industries and would be only too pleased to find him a position in top management when told just how well he was pleasing mommy’s little girl.

Marin turned over because his dick had re-energized and was attempting to slip up Eva’s butt. He went to sleep dreaming that he’d found that woman outside the bank and was walking off to her RV parked around the corner. She had accepted his offer of a hundred bucks for fifty minutes and she was not required to orgasm. She hugged him and clutching his erection praised him for being a mighty fine businessman. Marin looked around as her entered the RV and the only person he recognized on the sidewalk was Eva.

Alarmed he sat upright, heart-thumping. Marin shook Marin awake and asked her to marry him. She yawned, said yes of course, as soon as they got the license. Laying on her stomach she dug in the drawer beside the bed and handed her tired substitute a container of lube.

THE END

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This is my first go at writing an erotic story. I hope you enjoy reading it and would appreciate any advice you can offer on my style of writing. I plan to write at least one more part, but possibly another if the story leads that way!

I thought it might be interesting to write from the perspective of both characters but whether I will do that in part 2, I am not sure! Let me know what you think!

*****

Rob’s Story

She had always been quite simply, the girl next door. Just there, just a kid, just irrelevant. Always the tomboy with a ball in her hands. Quite an irritant really. But that was until that kid became a woman.

I hardly noticed she was there over the last few years since we had moved into Half Acre, the house I built next door to her family. Occasionally she would appear at our door to ask for the return of her ball or anything else she had fired into our garden. And, as we couldn’t have kids of our own, Chloe, my wife, was always happy to offer to babysit Danielle and her elder sister, Ellie, during their younger years. Now they were older we rarely saw them. Occasionally I would see them in their garden, going out in the car with their parents or perhaps walking the dog. But one fateful afternoon she turned up at my door.

I had just returned from a meeting in town and was keen to do some follow up work in my study. Suddenly a loud knocking shattered my concentration. Who the hell could that be? I stormed to the front door, ready to tell some cold caller or whoever to piss off!

“Yes?” I bellowed. “Oh, Dani it’s you.” she handed me a large parcel.

“Sorry to disturb you Rob, er Mr Wright, but mum asked me to bring this round for Chloe.”

Shocked and almost speechless I couldn’t believe the change in her. She had grown into a stunning young woman. She was tall and slim, a beautiful face with amazing blue eyes and long shining blonde hair, but most of all, her tits! OMG those tits, they were huge. I had to drag my eyes from them and keep them focused on her face.

“Sorry Dani, I hardly recognised you,” I stuttered “you’ve grown so much.” Shit!

Not what I meant to say. “I mean you look so grown up now,” I added. “Look, Chloe is still at work at the moment, but do you want to come in for a drink – tea or something?” She hesitated at first but then said she would, but just a quick one.

As I led her into the kitchen, it occurred to me that maybe this was not the best of ideas. The atmosphere was highly charged with sexual tension between us; clearly we both felt mutual attraction and I tried hard to focus on something other than those amazing tits, but how? She had sat herself at the breakfast bar and they were right in front of me again. Her nipples poked hard and erect through the tight fabric of the top she was wearing. How had this young woman been given such huge breasts? They must have been at least a DD++! She certainly hadn’t inherited them from her mother. Before I could stop myself I started, “How large are … I mean, how old are you now?” I stumbled. For God’s sake, get a grip! I was behaving like a randy young teenager!

She told me she had now turned eighteen and would hopefully be leaving for uni later in the year. We talked for about an hour, only interrupted once when I had to excuse myself for five minutes to sort the ever growing bulge in my jeans which I hoped she hadn’t noticed. I didn’t want her to think I was some old creep living next door. After all, I was nearly fifty now and probably considered pretty old by someone of her age.

I was almost thankful when the front door opened. Chloe had at last come to my rescue. We all chatted a little longer until Dani said she should go. Feeling a little disappointed in some respects, but relieved in others, I walked her to the door to show her out. Then it happened. She turned to say goodbye and suddenly placed her sensual soft lips on mine for what seemed ages; my heart was pounding, I was both shocked and excited. I really wanted to be able to push my tongue in her mouth, pin her to the wall and take hold of those huge soft tits with my hands, to squeeze and caress them. Instead I gently pushed her away and calmly said goodbye, closing the door behind me. Breathless, I stood still to recover for a while, heat rising from my very stiff cock.

Suddenly Chloe appeared. “You ok?” She asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, why?” I answered, maybe a little too defensively.

“You just look kinda hot and bothered. Not surprising though. She’s gorgeous now isn’t she? But did you notice the size of those boobs and that rather inappropriate top she was wearing? I’m surprised Helen let’s her go out like that!”

“Can’t say I noticed.” I lied.

After that little episode I tried to keep a low profile. I secretly watched from a distance. I would catch the odd glimpse from my window, her perfect face with those generous lips. Her stunning long golden hair swinging behind her. Her gorgeous shapely ass and long legs and of course those beautiful tits that bounced eskişehir escort as she walked. Eventually though, it all came to an end. She had gone; finally packed off to Scotland for 3 years at University. Life seemed tedious without her around but at least I was now able to concentrate on my designs. I was trying to draw visuals of a very high tech house, but the project hadn’t been progressing too well with so much distraction. And perhaps it was for the best in other ways. I knew Helen and Greg, and certainly Chloe would never speak to me again if I went near her.

Over the following year, Chloe would give me all the gossip about Dani and Ellie. I pretended to take no interest, but I was desperate for any news of her. Was she enjoying uni life? Did she have a boyfriend? I felt jealous at the thought of some spotty teenager fucking her, kissing those lips, sucking those nipples. I tried, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Then the invitation arrived.

“Ellie turns 21! Please celebrate with us on Saturday 28th July at Landon House, 7.30pm until early hours! RSVP Helen & Greg.”

“We won’t be able to go.” I told Chloe.

“Why not?” She asked, “we’re not away. They always throw great parties and after all, it is Ellie’s 21st. I can’t believe she’s that age already. We have to go.”

My senses told me that seeing her up close again could lead to something more between us and potential trouble for the future. I tried arguing with her but she was having none of it, so it seemed I would just have to prepare myself to see Dani, who I hadn’t spoken to in well over a year.

“I’m really looking forward to this evening.” She said. Chloe looked lovely in a silver grey satin dress. She still had a good figure for a woman of her age. Not voluptuous like Dani, but still slim and elegant with firm small breasts. “Let’s open a bottle of champagne before we go.”

I agreed as I was in need of a drink; dutch courage! By the time we left the house, hand in hand, we had consumed the bottle between us and were both pretty merry!

“Happy Birthday and many congratulations!” I wished Ellie when she greeted us at the door.

“I’m really pleased you could both come.” She said. “Go through, everyone’s in the garden. We’re so lucky it’s such a warm evening.”

Chloe held firmly to my arm, as if she wanted to make it clear I belonged to her. Did she sense what the evening could have in store? I grabbed us both another glass of champagne on our way out into the garden. As we stopped by the buffet area, I did a quick scan, but I couldn’t see Dani. I knew I shouldn’t have been so keen to find her, but I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate to see how much she had changed and whether she was with someone.

I began to wish Chloe would just go and find someone else to cling on to, when Dani’s mum, Helen, appeared. We all talked for a while. I complimented her on her outfit and said how amazing Ellie looked. I really wanted to ask her where Dani was but managed to contain my curiosity.

“Well I had better be going, I’ve got to check they’re ready with Ellie’s cake. Oh you must come and see it Chloe, it’s so gorgeous. A pink Chanel handbag!” At last I was rid of Chloe who was eager to see the ‘gorgeous’ cake.

It was then that I spotted her. Standing by the pool surrounded by her friends, male and female. She looked stunning in a kind of 60’s inspired outfit. A black sleeveless top which clung to her now ridiculously huge tits. A tempting gold zipper ran all the way down the front. Teamed with an overtly sexy, tight shiny red leather skirt stretched over her gorgeous ass. For some strange reason on this balmy summer’s evening she was wearing black seamed tights and a stunning pair of black patent pointed stilettos with red soles. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Then she spotted me. It was like an electric shock when her blue eyes met mine. I immediately felt my cock stiffen. I wanted her. She gave me a knowing smile but then simply turned away, taking the hand of some gorgeous guy who led her to the dance floor. Jealousy raged inside me as I watched them dance slowly together. His hands rubbing her shiny leather clad ass and his lips seeking hers. If I had remained I would have seen her push him off her and walk away from him. But I had headed straight for the bar. I needed to get drunk.

“Maybe you’ve had enough?” the bar tender said. But I didn’t agree, I needed another. I took another huge glass of brandy and headed down the long garden towards the fields and woods beyond. I was being ridiculous I knew, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind; my imagination working overtime. They were probably in her bedroom by now, him sucking on those beautiful tits, tearing off that skirt, eating her pussy; all followed by a long leisurely fuck. I hit the tree I was leaning against and smashed the glass I was holding. “Fuck!” I shouted.

“What’s wrong Rob?” Dani looked shocked. Almost as much as I was to see her standing next to me.

“It’s gaziantep escort nothing, don’t worry, er just me and Chloe.” I lied.

“Why didn’t you come and say hello?” she asked.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you and your friends, and let’s face it, you looked pretty cosy on the dance floor with that boyfriend of yours.” I said sarcastically, clearly pissed off.

“Jamie is most certainly no boyfriend of mine. He was trying it on and I told him to get lost. You would have seen for yourself if you’d hung around longer. In fact,” she said angrily, “I had hoped you would get rid of him for me, but instead you left for your solo piss up at the bar!” She turned to leave but I grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry,” I said ” it’s just I can’t stand to see you with someone else – I know it’s wrong but I want you so much.”

Her eyes melted into mine and I felt the heat rising from my groin. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed her back against the tree and roughly put my lips to hers. She opened her mouth to let my tongue in and we hungrily kissed each other – tongues sliding together, sucking, biting. I pulled my mouth from hers then hastily took the zipper in my hand and wrenched it down the front of her top, pushing it aside to reveal a fine layer of black silk just about covering her huge tits. Her very erect nipples poked through – I couldn’t stop myself I had fantasised about them for so long. I took them one at a time in my mouth. Sucking and chewing until the silk was soaking wet. She unclipped her bra at the front so that her magnificent tits burst out. The most beautiful mounds of creamy white flesh, tipped with the most exquisite rosy pink areolas and the thickest nipples I had ever seen. Now just too much for me, my cock threatened to explode. I latched on to one nipple at a time, sucking, chewing, kissing . I had gone to heaven. Her tits moved up and down with her rapid breathing and we both groaned in ecstasy. My hands started to rub the smooth soft leather skirt, pinching her arse, making my way round to the front to squeeze and rub her pussy through the slippery material. It felt so erotic I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I had to have her now. I drew my lips away from her nipples and bent my head down to her pussy, ready to lift her skirt. Slowly I peeled up the shiny soft leather; its squeaky sound turning me on even further – and then I saw stocking tops and garter belt. Complete overload! Just too much for a horny guy to cope with. I could feel the pre-cum oozing. I immediately parted the tiny strip of silk covering her pussy. She was wet, dripping in fact. I inserted one finger, then another. She groaned as I inserted the third. Pushing them in and out I told her I needed her now. In response she parted her legs further.

“You are on the pill aren’t you?” I asked, realising I was carrying nothing on me. The last thing I wanted was to make her pregnant. She assured me she was, so I began to unfasten my zipper. My cock sprang out. “God I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too!” She continued. “I’ve dreamed of this day. Since that time at your house it was only ever you I wanted; I want you to take my virginity. It seems a long time I’ve been saving myself just for you”

OMG! Complete and utter shock. Nothing else could describe what I felt. I stopped abruptly. “You mean you haven’t had sex before – you’re still a virgin?”. She made it clear again she was and that she wanted me to be her first. To take her, to teach her; to make love to her for the very first time. She wasn’t sure if she was in love or in lust with me. I felt overcome with the responsibility I now felt towards her. This couldn’t be a simple fuck against a tree. This had to be beautiful. Something she would always remember.

I zipped up my trousers and pulled down her skirt. “You need to dress. We can’t make love here, we need to find somewhere private. Your first time needs to be special and are you really certain you want to do this with me?” I asked. But she was adamant. She didn’t want it to be with some cock sure jock at uni. She fastened her bra and closed her top and told me she had an idea.

“Follow me.” she said.

She took my hand and led me through a gate at the end of her garden, leading to the full moonlit fields and spinney beyond. There we came across a summer house. She explained they used to sleep in it as kids. She lifted a large rock and underneath there was a silver key. She unlocked the door and led me in. It was perfect. So cute inside, homely. There was a kind of mezzanine floor with a bed. She took a candle and some sheets from a drawer and the two of us made up the bed together. “Now,” she said “I’m more than ready for you.”

She stood in front of me and placed her lips on mine. I gently stroked her beautiful face then wrapped my arms around her. We both kissed deeply and passionately, more love than lust this time I think. I slowly moved my lips down her throat towards her breasts. Taking the zipper in my hand giresun escort once again and fully opening the whole length. I discarded her top then unfastened the clip at the front of her silk bra, releasing her stunning breasts. My eyes immediately drawn to her fabulously large nipples. I bent my head to them and gently suckled for what seemed hours. I could have remained attached to them all night. Eventually I told her to turn around so that I could unzip her skirt. Normally I would have enjoyed fucking her in leather, but tonight was different. I wanted her naked. Virginal. Hopefully I would get to fuck her in that skirt in the future.

I unzipped the shiny skirt from top to bottom and threw it on to the floor. I drew in breath at the sight of her stood in her seamed stockings, garter belt, thong and heels. “Turn back to me.” I instructed. Her black thong fastened at both sides which I carefully unclipped, pulling it away from her beautiful cunt. Just a small triangle of blonde hair remained – proving she was a natural. I bent down and pushed her legs open, inserting my tongue into her cleft. I licked and kissed her opening, gently making my way to her clitoris. I heard her groan with ecstasy. “Step out of your shoes.” I said, then slowly unfastened her suspenders, kissing and licking as I peeled down each stocking one at a time. Finally I removed her garter belt. I laid her on the bed. Completely naked, voluptuous, beautiful – my golden haired virgin.

I stood a while to take her in. From her amazing tits to the small triangle of golden hair. I just couldn’t understand why this stunning young creature had chosen me, an older man. Love can strike in so many different ways I guess. I slowly stripped off my clothes. My prick looked hard and large and I saw her looking. It was time now. I lay down next to her and gently kissed her. I could sense she was nervous. “I’ll take care of you.” I said. My lips headed towards her nipples – gently sucking and stroking. Gradually working my way down to her cunt. “Open your legs wide.” I gently instructed. I parted her beautiful pink glistening lips and kissed, licked and sucked, pushing in my fingers at the same time. She was incredibly wet and soft. Ready to be taken. I mounted her and straddled my legs over hers. She watched me intently, our eyes locked as I started to enter her. Slowly and carefully I pushed in; little by little. I felt her body tighten as I pushed further then she groaned as I pushed all the way. I was fully inside her.

“Are you ok?” I asked tenderly. She said she was good so I started to move my cock in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but maybe it was better that way for her first time. I lay on top of her. We cuddled each other and kissed passionately, as if we never wanted to let go. She groaned as the rhythm of my movements grew faster and harder. “You’re so beautiful.” I whispered as I exploded inside her.

We lay together in silence for a while. Wrapped in each other’s arms, softly kissing and stroking. “That was so amazing, so special,” I said. “I was your first, but you were my first too. I have never made love to a virgin before.” I continued.

“Oh God I love you.” She said. Did she really or was it simply how a young woman would imagine love would feel? What did I feel for her? I knew my feelings were strong. A strong sense of jealousy and protectiveness towards her and my absolute lust for her. This could be love.

I told her we should get cleaned up and return to the party. She told me where to find bottles of water and soft cloths. I quickly cleaned the length of my cock then climbed the stairs with water and cloths in hand. “Open your legs.” I instructed. I started to wipe her damp cleft but felt my erection rising again. Before I could stop myself I had disposed of the cloth and was now parting her beautiful moist pink lips with both hands. Holding them wide open I inserted my tongue. In and out, in and out. Kissing, licking, sucking her lips. She groaned as I worked on her pussy, eventually making my way to her clit. Gently licking, kissing, sucking. Her body writhed and arched as I increased the pressure. She was not far off now. More intense sucking and licking until her body jerked and spasmed as she climaxed against my tongue and lips. I continued to gently taste her until she relaxed.

She instructed me to lay next to her. She wanted me in her mouth. She took my hard cock in her lips. Gently licking and chewing the crown. Then stroking up and down with her hand, using her saliva as lubrication. Up and down with her hand, in and out of her mouth, her huge beautiful soft tits rubbing against my thighs. Within minutes I exploded into her mouth. She licked my cum from around her lips and gently swallowed it. She told me I tasted good. She wanted to clean me now. She took my cock in her mouth again, licking and sucking off all my remaining cum. This girl was incredible.

Suddenly a loud noise at the door. “Dani are you there?” Her sister’s voice. Banging on the door. Shaking the handle. Thank God the door was locked. Dani blew out the candle. The voices grew distant. Gone, quiet now. We hurriedly cleaned up and dressed, surprisingly not appearing too disheveled. We locked the door and replaced the key then both grabbed each other and kissed deeply one more time. I saw the tears forming in her eyes.

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No explicit sex here, just a little development of the storyline.

3

“Bloody Nora, if ‘just being me’ gets me fucked like that I must try it more often” Claudet says after an hour of some of the best sex since she had got together with Peter. “What brought that on?”

“Oh, I was sitting in the garden thinking about you swimming and remembering some of the stuff from our early days together.” Peter replied, hoping that this last bit covered the lie about sitting in the garden.

He knew that, at some point, he was going to have to tell Claudet that he had been peeking into the diary, although he was wondering if she actually knew that already. It seemed just a little too coincidental that her diary had been left on her desk, and open to boot.

“I’ve been thinking” he said, “about that little outhouse down in the corner, we never use it, and it’s full of rubbish. I thought that I might turn it into a sort of studio.”

“Good idea.” Claudet replies, “What sort of studio?”.

“Well, I’ve been getting a little bored for some time now, this not working lark is not all it’s cracked up to be, and I need something to do. I have been thinking about it for a while now, wondering what I could do for a hobby/part time business.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, I have always been interested in photography, but have not had a camera for several years now, I thought that I might rediscover just how good, or bad, I am.”

“Excellent idea, I’m impressed. If you turn out some good work who knows there could even be a collaborative project in there somewhere.”

Peter did not reply to this, but it gave him some food for thought, elazığ escort and gave him the incentive to start making a mental list of what needed doing to the outhouse once it had been cleared out and redecorated, installation of electricity, heating, lighting, desks, computer, software, printer etc. etc.

“You’ve gone all quiet” Claudet prompted.

“Thinking about what needs doing” Peter says, “The first thing I need to do is get hold of a small basic camera to record the project from beginning to end. I think I can do most of what needs doing myself and will probably only need the services of an electrician.”

“Go for it tiger, if and when you need help I have a list of reliable tradesmen that can be called on for things you might not feel up to doing yourself.”

“In that case, do you know a photographer that I could go and have a chat with? I know nothing about digital cameras and will need some advice.”

“Well, he’s not a photographer as such, but if you go and have a chat with Jimmy Pearce I’m sure that he can tell you everything you need to know to get started. He’s been into photography since he was a kid, and there’s not much he doesn’t know.”

“Seems like I have a plan then, no more daytime fucking for the next month or so then.” Peter said with a hint of mischievousness.

Claudet didn’t reply, but he knew that she would not allow that state to continue for long, she always got horny after a good writing session. Good point, he thought, there will have to be a chaise longue or something similar down there for those occasions, but she didn’t need to know that right erzincan escort now.

“So where do I find Jimmy then sweetest.”

“I’ll take your down there in the morning, he can be a bit unfriendly, but if I introduce you he’ll be ok, and once you ask him about cameras you’ll have a friend for life. Now, that glorious fuck has given me a couple of ideas, I need to go and get them down before I forget them.”

Hmm, there’s sex in there somewhere then, Peter thought as he walked down the garden to the outhouse.

He lifted the latch to open the door and the door fell in, new door then thought Peter making mental notes as he went. Then he took another look, the old door was quite sound, it was just the hinges that had let it down, recycle it he thought. He pushed his way through the now defunct door and took a look around inspecting the building with a somewhat untrained eye. The roof seemed sound enough to him, and there was no obvious evidence of any leaks. The walls were stone and quite thick, heavily plastered inside, mental note, that will have to go and get back to the stone. He looked around at all of the piles of stuff scattered around, most of it was rotting away sedately, and looked as if it had been here for centuries, well, a century anyway. He’d have to ask Claudet if any of this was hers later.

As he was looking he spotted an old chair, testing it he thought it might take his weight and gently sat on it to think about this project. It was solid and didn’t collapse. Taking another look, he suspected that many skips would be needed to clear this lot out, thinking that, luckily the other erzurum escort side of the garden backed onto the upper road and that skips could easily be delivered there. Over in the far corner he spotted a wheelbarrow, at least that was one problem solved.

He got a fright as an arm slid round his shoulder, he was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Claudet arrive.

“You’ve been down here for ages.”

“Just thinking things through. Is any of all of this yours?”

“No, not a bit of it. Actually, this is the first time that I’ve ever been in here, and I’ve lived here for coming up to eight years now.”

“So, you don’t even know what’s in here then?”

“Nope. You know all that scrub land on the other side of the upper road, well that was a market garden run by the people I bought this from, only by then it had long since ceased to be. As far as I know their son still owns the land but does nothing with it. I guess that all this goes back to then.”

“Hmm, might be worth making him an offer for it sometime.”

“Not sure my finances would be up to that.”

“Ours would. Now let’s go down to the Ship and get a beer or two.”

Claudet knew that this was the end of the conversation, and knew better than to press the subject. Peter had an idea and would share it only when he was good and ready to do so.

Peter knew that the piece of land that Claudet had mentioned could prove to be quite valuable and thought that it really should be reunited with the original property. Beyond that he didn’t have much thought as to what could be done with it as the current project of the studio was uppermost in his mind. He was going to have to get his lawyer to look into that land and see what was possible, and if the current owner might be amenable to selling, all very secretively of course. The late afternoon and early evening passed very amicably with beer, some of the pub grub on offer and good conversation.

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Cutie is driving along. She’s already out of her depth. For starters, she’s Australian so she’s driving on the wrong side of the road. And, though these parts are not terribly mountainous yet, she is struggling to round the curves of the road in the snow. Even her long slim legs and expert gear shifting aren’t helping in these conditions.

Things get worse far too quickly. She hears that all too familiar popping sound as the tyre blows. She’s rugged enough that she can handle the vehicle to the side of the road without crashing but she knows what this means. An Australian girl broken down on the side of the road, in the middle of, well, nowhere, in Colorado.

She gets out of the car. It’s raining now. Great. Her hair is tucked up into her beanie which she pulls down over her ears. She can see a house about twenty metres away with its lights on. Thank God, someone is still awake and not far away. She doesn’t bother trying to get her jacket out of her suitcase in the back. Decides to make a run for it. Stupid really. She gets saturated even though it takes her hardly any time to make it onto the porch of the little house. Looks cosy, she thinks.

*

Chris is feeling on edge. He’s supposed to be working on his article for the local paper, he even asked to be left alone to do it. His girlfriend has gone out with her friends and seems to be making it a late one. He has everything he needs, a glass of wine and a trusty typewriter. Well, it’s a laptop with a picture on the desktop of a typewriter. Blank page and all. Just like his article, he thinks. He starts to finger the keyboard slowly key by key. q-w-e-r-t-y- when he is interrupted by a knock at the door.

He is surprised the see the tall slim girl in front of him. He’s taken aback by her sodden presence. She’s drenched from head to toe it seems. And those eyes…almond shaped pools of green that just sparkle. She catches her breath. ‘G’day,’ she says. She’s Australian, he thinks. Feels like he knows her in that instant. There is warmth there.

He realises he must be staring at her when he computes that she’s been talking about a broken down car and tyres and not having a map and not knowing anyone and using the phone and it’s when she says “And blah blah blah, are you ok?” that he snaps out of the mesmerised state and offers quite naturally for her to come on in out of the rain.

*

She likes him straight away. Tall, dark and handsome. Still holding his wine glass. Kind of quirky the way he paused before letting her in. She offers him a wide smile of appreciation. He’s cute. Deep brown eyes. Hair longer than most guys, just long enough to run your hands through, she thinks. She apologises for getting his floor all wet but he is so soft and kindly guides her into the living room where he appeared to be working in front of the fire. She is drawn into the warmth immediately.

“I’m Chris,” says Chris.

His name crackles just like the fire behind her. Hard K. Soft S.

She says it out loud. “Chr-is.” She feels her pussy get wet just saying his name.

She slides her all-Australian ugg boots off and wriggles her toes in the soft fur rug on the floor. Chris catches a glimpse of her slender calves. He wants to see more.

He offers to get her some dry clothes çorum escort and suggests they work out who to call and what to do once she dries off. She takes off her beanie, spilling her long shiraz coloured hair all around her shoulders. Pouring over her like a glass of red wine. He takes a sip of his wine but he wants to be drinking her hair.

He offers to make her a warm drink. Hot chocolate.

“With marshmallows?” she asks. Chris likes the way her accent dances on the ‘a’s. So cute.

“Yes with marshmallows,” he replies.

Finally a smile, she thinks. It’s warm and broad, just like his frame. She just wants to be swept up into his arms to drown in his eyes.

“I’m Cutie,” she says.

She sure is, Chris thinks.

She takes off her soaked jeans. Her jumper – Aussie for sweater — is tight across her big tits and long enough to cover her panties but offers no coverage for her long slim legs. Chris likes what he sees, spying from the kitchen as he fumbles making her drink. Cutie knows he’s watching her, wanting her. She’s wanting him too.

She slips her jumper over her head. He is captivated again by the silhouette revealed against the flames of the fireplace. Broad shoulders, slim waist, curvy hips. She’s the perfect hourglass shape. Her skin is glowing. She looks so soft, he thinks. His cock is hard. As she turns he glimpses the shape of her breasts. They’re just as he thought they’d be. Big, Round. Supple. That’s it, supple, he thinks and smiles.

She’s standing there in her black bra and panties running her hands down her sides to keep warm. He can’t believe his luck. His cock is throbbing at the sight of her, the wish to be with her. There’s an ache as he thinks his girlfriend might walk in at any second. Why me, he wonders.

He takes the drink to Cutie, covering his front with a towel. “Thanks Chris,” Cutie says taking the drink. And the towel. Chris coughs a little embarrassed to reveal how big his cock must look through his pants.

He offers to get her some clothes too but she says she’s comfortable and asks whether he’d be more comfortable taking his clothes of to join her.

“I can throw a bucket of water on you first if you like, to give you good reason,” Cutie jokes.

Chris doesn’t need a reason.

Cutie puts down her drink. She takes his shirt, half unbuttoned anyway, and slips it easily over his head. She runs her hands down the sides of his arms. He loves her touch. Chris slides his hand into the curve of her back and pulls her close. Her heart shaped lips part and he kisses her. Softly, feeling each others lips connect and the soft breath on skin. Cutie is so hungry for him. Her pussy aches for that hard cock that she can feel pressing against her. She slips her hand around the top of his pants and underwear and slides them down and off.

He’s obviously of European extraction, she thinks, as his skin glows in the ambient firelight. Cutie is in awe of his big cock. She kisses him deeply, searching his mouth with her tongue. She moans for him.

“Oh Chris.”

Chris wants her so badly. He unclips her bra and slips it off cleanly. Cutie’s breasts seem to spill out, these billowy, pillowy, fleshy curves of perfection. Raspberry nipples, soft, denizli escort supple breasts give as he squeezes them. He puts her tit in his mouth and she moans as she feels the pressure of his tongue, her pussy juices responding to his touch. She loves the way he runs his hands down her sides. They rest on the top of her panties and then swiftly he manoeuvres them down her long legs and whisks her panties off. Chris takes her hand and guides her down to the rug in front of the fireplace. He gently lays her back and parts her legs. Cutie sucks in a deep breath in anticipation.

Chris runs his tongue over her clit, circling it. Cutie’s clit is so super sensitive she can feel the sensation as his tongue presses against the skin around it. She knows he’s going to be able to make her cum. Chris licks her swollen pussy lips. Cutie is aching for him and juice is dripping out.

“Mmmmmm,” moans Chris. Her pussy juice tastes just like apples. Cutie knows he’s enjoying this and that makes her feel so much hotter. Chris reaches up and runs his hand over her breast, makes her hornier still and himself even harder.

He slips his tongue inside her wet pussy. She can feel the sensation of his tongue just inside, teasing and taunting, it’s enough to drive her wild. Chris’ fingers caress her clit and the skin all around and the nerve endings scream with ecstasy. He moves a little faster inside and out. Cutie shifts her legs and moves her hips. She gives herself over to him, to the pleasure.

“Chris. Oh Chris. I’m going to cum.”

Cutie’s legs go weak as the pulsing sensation sends shivers hot and cold all over her body. His tongue slowly licks all over her pussy lips, enhancing the feelings. She has had an orgasm but that just makes her want him more. Chris is so hard now, feels like such a man making her cum like that. She’s so appreciative, he thinks.

Cutie takes his shaft in her soft hands. She wants that cock all over her body. First, she rubs his cock on her tits, they are on fire. Then over her neck and up to her lips. Her lips part and she takes in the head of his cock. Chris thinks it’s so warm and soft in there. She wants him to fuck her mouth.

Cutie slides her tongue down and around his shaft, licking under his balls and right under the fleshy part near his anus. She loves everything about his cock, from its base to its tip and shows it by licking it all the way back up again. She slides the head in again, lashing at the shaft with her tongue. His cock hits her palette, a sensitive place and she repeats fucking his cock with her mouth over and over.

It’s so frustrating for Chris, his cock hitting her palette, driving him over the edge wanting to be in deeper. Cutie takes his cock in further. Right into her throat. Breathlessly, she sucks and lashes and slides him back out again. All the way in and then all the way out. Over and over. She is worshipping his cock with her mouth. She looks up unto his deep brown eyes and feels the passion as the stares deeply into hers. He gently places his hand on the back of her head for some resistance as Cuties sucks his cock faster and faster and deeper and deeper, taking him all the way into her hot mouth.

Cutie’s pussy is aching so much now. She loves Chris düzce escort in her mouth but she wants him in her pussy too. So much juice is coming out of her pussy now. Chris has precum leaking out of his cock. He wants to cum in her mouth but he wants to be fucking that awesome pussy too.

Cutie sucks long and hard and slips him out of her mouth, pushing him backwards at the same time. She straddles him with her long slender legs, lifting up and onto his big cock. She wants his cock like nothing else. The head of his big penis parts her swollen pussy lips. The tightness gives and he enters the moist paradise. Cutie tightens the grip on his body using her inner thigh muscles. All that training for trekking in the mountains has not gone to waste, she thinks.

She moves her hips to take him into her. Feeling his whole penis inside. As it slides against her inner walls, all new sensations are felt.

Chris looks up at his curvaceous goddess. Big tits, long hair, slim waist, flat stomach. He rests his hands on her hips, towards the back. He wants to brace his queen when she starts riding him.

She looks down at Chris. His muscular build, not a gym-junkie thank god, just a natural, manly physique that makes a girl feel safe. Kind of like Clark Kent and Superman rolled into one. She circles her hips and takes him deeper into her again. Grinding down on him. If she moves a certain way, his cock hits her special spot deep inside. She likes his hands holding her hips and ass.

They fuck. Deep, passionate, man and woman lovin’. Cutie bounces on Chris’ cock, her tits bounce too, her hair swings. Bounces and flounces, moans and groans. This is where god lives, Cutie thinks, right in these moments. She fucks him harder. All her juices are spilling over Chris’ cock. He is lifting his hips to take the force of hers with each slam, bam, thank you ma’m fucking motion. It’s glorious. He throbs harder as she moans. Even harder when she starts to scream. He’s hit her special spot deep inside and made her cum. A long, deep orgasm that electrifies Cutie’s body and keeps her fucking him harder.

Cutie grips his inner upper arm muscles pushing against them. Harder and faster. Wet and soft. Hard and throbbing. Chris moans as he starts to cum too. Cutie pushes even harder, gripping with her pulsing cunt so that she can feel every throb of cum spill into her.

“Oh Chris,” she sighs.

“Oh Cutie. You’re hot,” Chris moans.

Cutie takes his cock out and feels the last throbs against the outside of her pussy. She leans forward and lets her long shiraz hair spill over him, resting her tits on his chest. He softly strokes her back. Two sexy people giving generously to each other sexually. They bathe in the glow of the fire. Lust can feel like love sometimes too.

*

They sip hot chocolates, laugh at each others accents, talk about their hopes and dreams for life, as you do. Chris has called the right people to fix Cutie’s car in the rain and her clothes are all dry. Cutie knows it’s time to go. She hasn’t even reached the mountain’s climax yet, well, in a way.

She gives Chris a long, deep kiss goodbye and, beanie in place, heads out into the cold again, a thirst for more adventure.

Chris is feeling less edgy now. He can get back to that article with a bit more zeal. Yeah right, as if writing about the local dairy industry compares with what he just did, he jokes. The page stares back at him. q-w-e-r-t-y is all that’s there. His fingers roll over the letters c-u-t-i-e. He smiles as his girlfriend walks in the door.

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Chapter 1

It started out as a long, hot day of sitting. Waiting on some hopeless individual who’s washer or dryer or some other wore out old appliance had quit working. Waiting for them to come by and purchase one of these second hand (also wore out) appliances that I sell. So here I sit. Waiting, dozing. To keep me from dozing, I read a few chapters of a crime thriller by James Patterson, an Alex Cross book, Jack and Jill is the name. Great book so far.

As I sit here though, my mind drifts. It goes to a place that I love to be, more than just about anything. My beautiful Babygirls arms. I can’t describe the feeling I get when I’m in her arms. But partly its a feeling of safety, comfort and relaxation. Its like the world just disappears.

As my mind drifts further, I begin to daydream, fantasize I guess you could say. I begin to see her and I, sitting on the couch doing what we love, watching food network. Whether it be Chopped or Triple D. She sits there quietly between my legs, slightly on here side, with her head resting gently on my chest. Her hand laying there also, playfully twirling my chest hair with her fingers under my shirt. As she continues what she’s doing I ever so gently push her hair behind her ear so that I can see all of her beautiful face. Her flawless natural beauty always gets me. God broke the mold after he made her, because I’m sure there could be no one that matches her stunning beauty.

As I brush her hair back, she turns and looks at me with her captivating green/gray eyes with little starburst in them. And let me tell you, when I get caught in those eyes, its like they take possession of me. I get lost every time. As she looks at me its as if she’s telling me something through her eyes or mind.

Kiss me.

Daydreaming

Chapter 2

Kiss me!!!

With her thought running through my mind, I gently caress her face and turn her to face me. As I gaze into her eyes I can feel this burn, this yearning deep in my chest. She still makes me anxious. After being together for twelve diyarbakır escort years she still gives me butterflies.

Slowly I lean in to take of her sweet, supple lips. The taste of her lips is like honey. Subtle and sweet. The taste of her saliva is slightly salty. Sweet and savory have always been a favorite of mine. Her lips are soft like velvet. Perched slightly but just firm enough to meet mine.

As we kiss I slowly move my hand over her back, up to her neck. My fingers run through her soft hair that smells of hemp shampoo and conditioner. They slightly graze over her neck giving her goosebumps. I can feel the tension building in her.

She begins to kiss me a little more passionately. As we kiss I feel her tongue slightly touch my lip. I open my mouth just a little wider to take her tongue in with a welcoming feeling. We kiss slowly, passionately. Our hands begin to roam. Then she stops me.

Daydreaming

Chapter 3

“Take me to bed!” she says, in a sexy yet demanding tone. “Yes ma’am.” escapes from my lips. I take her hand in mine and lead her towards our bedroom and our queen size bed. As we enter the door I turn and look her in the eyes. As I turn I take her in my arms because I know that’s where she wants to be. Held close and know that I love her. And I make sure that she knows that the love we are about to make is not just some random fuck, not just some wam bam turn over and go to sleep with hardly a word between us.

My hands begin to roam and caress her body. Down her back to right above her sexy, beautiful ass. I slide my hands under her shirt and raise her arms to remove it to free her glorious breasts. Her breasts are creamy white. Her nipples stand at attention before the cool air of the room hits them, letting me know she’s already very aroused. As it turned out she’d been that way most of the day.

I begin to kiss her slender neck, slightly sucking at little bits of it. I do my best to get her fully aroused with anticipation. As I kiss her neck my hands move to her waist. edirne escort I pull her tight against me so that she feels every inch of my hard cock pressed against her stomach. She lets out a light moan of approval. As I kiss her neck I start moving lower as my hands do. My fingers slip inside the waistband of the shorts she has on. As I move down so do the shorts. When I pull them down I notice a string of wetness between her shorts and her exquisite and delicate flower. There’s a wet spot on her shorts that tells me I must be doing something right. The smell of her sex fills my nose. This makes my cock throb as if the head could blow right off. When I see this I can’t help myself. I use my finger to gather all of the sweet nectar of her flower that I can and I put my fingers in my mouth. Mmmmmm she tastes so good.

Daydreaming

Chapter 4

“Mmmm damn you taste good”

With the taste of her sweet juice still on my lips she pulls me up and kisses me deep. “I do taste good don’t I.” she says coyly. Then she starts to kiss my neck. “Yes baby.” I moan. Her hands begin to move over my body. Every muscle in my body tightens as she kisses my neck and chest. Her hand slides down my body taking hold of my rock hard cock.

Starting at the base she grips it and slowly moves up and down with her hand. She then glances up at me and says “This is mine.” “Yes baby every inch.” She slowly kissed her way down my body till she was on her knees in front of me. Looking longingly at my 8 inch cock only mere inches from her face. “All of it right?” And before I could get the yes out of my mouth she put the head in her mouth and sucked some precum out. “Mmmmm your cock tastes so good.” She then proceeded to lick the bottom of my cock with love and passion. She then lifted my leg up and put my foot on the bed and kissed my sack and sucked it into her mouth. Then below my sack she licked my perineum. “Damn baby that feels so good”. As she turned her face around, my cock rested on her face as she sucked delicately at my sack.

She then took the head edirne escort bayan of my cock in her mouth again. This time she didn’t stop there. She sucked my entire cock down her throat and held it there for what seemed like a minute. I could feel my dick twitching in her throat. Not from orgasm but just sheer pleasure. I pull her up and took her lips in mine. I love the way her mouth tastes after she’s sucked my cock.

Daydreaming

Chapter 5

“I taste good too” “yes baby you do” she replied.

I then layed her down on the bed as I tried to catch my breath from the pleasure I’d just received. I started kissing her body. I started at her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. As I kissed her chest she began to moan, I then kissed her nipples softly and gently. Slowly pulling them into my mouth, she gasped and put her hand on my head and moaned “yes baby”.

I then moved up to her lips, and positioned myself over her my hard cock touching her. I reach down and parted her lips. I then raised up and looking straight into her eyes I placed the head of my cock on her moist slick flower. Then easily slipped inside. It was tight. She melted under me like butter. The feel of her tight wetness nearly sent me over the edge right then. I slowly eased every inch into her. Her eyes opened wide with pleasure. She looked at me and nodded. “Yes baby. Deeper!”

I steadied myself above her and plunged every inch I had into her. She let out a blissful scream. “Fuck me Seth.” She screamed. As we went we got into a sexy rhythm. I pushed in, she pushed down. It was amazing. As we really got into a rhythm I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock. Trying in every way to pull the cum out of me. As she tightened down I knew she was about to cum and the look on her face said it was here. As I slid in and out of her warm silky wetness my balls were swinging back and forth. Full of cum and ready to release. Harder, faster, harder, faster. I knew we were both close but I was going to make it last.

“Oooooohhh mmmmyyyyy Gooooooddd. Yes baby yes.” Randi screamed. And at the same time she tightened down like a vice I felt my cock begin to spasm and balls begin to twitch as I exploded hot cum deep inside her tight smooth wetness.

I held my body up over her. I wanted to just collapse. As I looked into her eyes I felt worlds away. “That was amazing baby!!!

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This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. Special thanks to my editor. For those of you waiting/wanting this to end, hold tight please.

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The next day, after finishing up my last day at work, I began to collect all my stuff for school in the basement for easy packing in my car. After I had most of that done, I decided to wash the car and change the oil. I figured I’d clean it up for my date with Katie that night. A little sweaty, I was just finishing when Anna and Penny showed up in the driveway of her house in Anna’s mom’s car.

“Hi, Davey,” Penny said first. “Working hard?” She seemed friendlier these days.

“I’m just getting ready to head off to Cornell on Sunday.”

“So soon,” Anna said, acting disappointed.

“What’re you up to tonight then?” Penny asked, showing me beer in a bag she held.

“Got a date,” I said too quickly.

“Oh, with Megan, huh?” Anna said.

“Ah, yeah,” I lied, not wanting them to know who it really was, or that Megan was already at Penn.

“Too bad…we could have had fun,” Penny lamented, licking her lips seductively.

We said our goodbyes and I watched the two of them go into the garage. A few minutes later I could hear music playing. I assumed they were cracking beers and from past experience I wanted to be up there. I couldn’t, though, so I just finished up and went inside to clean up for Katie.

Coming in I ran into Darci heading down into the basement. I’d seen her since the time in the basement, but mostly just in passing. This time I had to say more than hi as she stood basically blocking my way.

“Do we need to talk?” she asked. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I guess I’d had too much to drink.”

“No…we’re cool,” I said.

“Sure?”

“Really, Darce…everything is fine.”

“Ok,” she allowed and let me by.

I showered and dressed in a half hour. I still had a few minutes before I had to leave for my date with Katie, so I decided to spend it with Darci to show her I meant what I said. I probably wouldn’t have though, if I’d anticipated the questions.

“What’re you watching?” I asked, sitting down on the couch with her.

“Big Bang,” Darci said.

“Cool.”

“You look like you’re going out.”

‘Oh shit, another lie,’ I told myself. “Out with the guys before I leave.”

“When are Pete and Zach off to college?” Darci questioned.

“Pete leaves this weekend, too, but Zach isn’t until next weekend,” I replied.

Darci also had another week to go. “You should have told me; I could’ve joined you guys for a beer. I wouldn’t mind seeing those guys one more time before school.”

“Ah…sorry,” I said. “I better get going.”

“Ok…I’ll just be here,” Darci complained. “Katie’s busy and Ellen is too.”

‘I know Katie’s busy,’ I thought as I took the steps two at a time, again saying goodbye.

Not only was I possibly cheating on Megan, I was secretly occupying Darci’s best friend without her, and lying to most of the other women in my life about everything. Suddenly, I felt miserable about the whole evening. This promise to Katie had me lying like crazy to practically everyone I held dear.

I arrived at Quigley’s early and got a soda at the bar. They let me sit at an unoccupied table until Katie arrived. There was a baseball game on and I watched, but with little interest. I was feeling a bit down, but when Katie came in I tried to smile and not show it. Actually, it wasn’t that hard. She looked gorgeous and I felt like the luckiest guy in the restaurant suddenly.

“Hi, Davey,” Katie exclaimed excitedly.

“Hi, Katie…you like great,” I added.

“Thanks…shall we get a table?”

Katie talked nearly non-stop at dinner, and her enthusiasm for getting back to school and the year ahead had me feeling good too. We had a wonderful meal and great conversation, but I sensed nervousness in her as well. The whole meal seemed to take twenty minutes, but it was really over an hour. We finished and left, still joking around. It felt to me more like time spent with a cousin or step-sister than an actual date and certainly not the prelude to a night of hot and wild sex.

Walking into the parking lot, things suddenly felt even weirder. My first sort of date with Katie and now we were supposed to go somewhere and screw. But where? And in whose car, or was one of us supposed to follow the other? I think Katie felt it too, but at least she had a plan.

“Follow me,” she said.

I did so for fifteen minutes, and was totally lost when we pulled into a driveway in an apartment complex. I was beginning to think that maybe Katie had a love pad or something crazy like that. She parked in front of a unit and got out. She indicated I should park across the way in a small lot. I did and soon joined her, still not sure what we were doing here.

“This way,” Katie said as she led us to an apartment door.

“Where are we?” I asked, a bit shocked as I watched Katie retrieve a key from under a plant on the small porch.

“Barb’s a friend of mine for years from bursa escort church and junior high, but moved away our freshman year of high school. She moved back after high school. She is out for the evening and said I could use her spare room. Don’t worry, neither Darci nor Ellen know her too well. They’ve met, but they haven’t seen her in two years. She also has no idea who I’m with.

Katie opened the door and put the key down on the coffee table. It was a small apartment, but it had two bedrooms. The place was comfortably decorated and the bed in the spare room looked to be a double.

“Want a beer?” Katie asked. “She said I could grab a few.”

“Sure.”

While Katie got the beers, I tried to get some music on the stereo. It wasn’t hard as the channel the receiver was tuned to sounded good right away. Katie returned and handed me a beer. We sat on the couch and tried to make conversation. Suddenly, it wasn’t as easy as before.

Katie and I had known each other forever it seemed, but faced with never having a history of dating, setting the mood for sex was difficult. Our previous sex had been spontaneous and without preamble. We hadn’t even really kissed much other than on birthdays or holidays. Katie felt it too.

“Good song,” Katie said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“You ok with this?” Katie asked.

“Sure,” I said, but it lacked real conviction.

“Davey…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not. I do…it’s ok.”

“God, it’s not! Katie suddenly seemed to scream to the ceiling. You’re right. We shouldn’t do this. I see it now. You shouldn’t because of Megan and I shouldn’t because of Darci. Your sister is my best friend and she’d be hurt if she found out. I’m sure of it. Besides, I hate all the sneaking around and lies. Don’t you?”

“Yes…I hate lying to people.”

“We should stop this right now while we can still feel ok about it.”

“You’re probably right.”

“That’s it then. Let’s just go.”

“What, just like that?” I found myself complaining, shocked at how fast things had changed. I was so torn wanting her and hating myself. I needed and wanted the sex, but my heavily suppressed conscience took over. “I guess so.”

“I think we’ll both feel better in the morning,” Katie said, trying to sound convincing to both me and herself.

We straightened up and left the apartment. I couldn’t believe we’d planned this whole thing out and dropped the plans at the last minute. I was still torn, wanting Katie, but I somehow felt much better about our decision.

“You know where you are?” Katie asked.

“No.”

“Just follow me. You’ll be on Rock Ave. in no time. Will you know your way from there?’

“Sure.”

“Are you ok? Disappointed?”

“Yes and of course. You know I think you’re hot,” I told her.

“Thanks. You too, but this is better. It just feels wrong. I’m sure of it now.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok…follow me until we hit the light on Rock Ave.”

“Ok.”

Katie gave me a peck on the cheek. “I feel better already. I thought I knew what I wanted, but this is better. Don’t you agree?”

“You’re right, it is.”

“I’ll be off to school this week, so I won’t see you till Thanksgiving break. Have a good early freshman year. Try not to let all those cute freshmen women find out your hidden talents right away. Study hard.”

“Thanks…hope school is good for you too.”

“Bye, Davey.” Another peck on the cheek.

“Bye, Katie…you’re the best.”

“Maybe not the best. You’d better go before I change my mind.”

“Ok, bye.”

I followed Katie and realized where I was. We parted at the light at Rock Avenue just like she said. I waved and she honked back. I drove on with mixed emotions. My male hormones were screaming at me, ‘You fool. You could have fucked that fabulous body once more and this was probably your last chance.’ My better half was relieved, though, that I had nothing to regret.

Back at home, I started packing my stuff in the trunk and back seat. Darci helped me until I had everything in the car that I didn’t need for now. She acted sweet, but I could tell she was still a little disturbed, or was it forlorn, from what happened the other day. ‘I need to say something,’ I thought.

“Hey, let’s grab a beer in the basement,” I said when we were done.

“Sure.”

We went down into the basement and I got two beers as she sat down on the couch. I handed her one and sat on the couch with her. You could hear the muffled sound of the TV upstairs in the family room. It was getting late, so mom was probably already upstairs and it was just dad watching.

“Thanks,” Darci said, taking the beer.

“No problem. You’re looking forward to going back to school?”

“Definitely. I’ll have far more fun there than here.”

“I’m glad you will, because I know you didn’t like it here much this summer.”

“Yeah…I miss my college friends. Katie and Ellen are wonderful, and we’ll always be close, but I need different friends too.”

“You have some çanakkale escort good guy friends there?”

“Yes…why do you ask?”

“Just talking,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“David…are you concerned for me?”

“Well…sort of. I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy. Don’t worry about me. Nothing’s wrong a good night out at school won’t cure,” Darci declared.

“Glad to hear it.”

“I’m sure you know from the other day what it is I need.”

“I’m guessing.”

“Why guess? It’s no great secret between us. Your poor big sister hasn’t been laid all summer. And before you ask, those guys down the shore were ok, but we never ended up in the sack, just the front seat if you know what I mean.”

“I think I do.” Actually, Katie had told me pretty much what happened.

“It’s been a little frustrating for me watching you screw like a rabbit, too. I’m not jealous. I’m happy for you, but it doesn’t help ease my need, either.”

“I can imagine.”

“I’m sorry about the other night. I was a little drunk and you just happened to be right there. I’m afraid I lost my head. Maybe it’s because I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more considerate, and me too. Loving you, I mean.”

“Nonsense. You were right. We’re brother and sister. That shouldn’t happen. I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

“Well…I hope we always remain close.”

“We will. In many ways, we just have each other, besides Mom and Dad.”

“True…and you’re the greatest sister ever.”

“Thanks, brother…I feel the same way.”

We changed the subject and each drank two more beers. By the time we headed up to bed we were talking and laughing about different things. My dad was already in bed, so we tried to be quiet climbing the stairs. Darci kissed me on the cheek at her bedroom door. I said goodnight and headed to bed.

I’d struggled to fall asleep after drinking and talking to Darci. My own frustrations were building, what with Megan off to college, Katie out of the question now, and trying to stay away from Anna and Penny. I also knew that once I got to Cornell it could be a month or more before I got to see Megan again. I had my own hand and nothing more to look forward to for a while. After all the incredible sex this summer, the prospect of limited or no pussy for that long was very disappointing.

I thought about calling Megan and driving down to Philly for the day. It was Saturday and I was leaving on Monday for Cornell. I might even try to spend the night with her. That way we could do it a couple times and maybe that would help carry me for a while.

On the other hand, she might have other plans with her new roommate or school work to do. Maybe her parents were there, too. I’d taken her initially because her grandmother took a bad fall and was in the hospital when Megan needed to be on campus. Her parents probably wanted to see their darling daughter off to school despite missing the original drive down. Besides, Megan might be miffed at me if all it seemed like was a trip down for sex. Sure, I wanted to see her and be with her badly, but the truth was I needed her too.

Anna and even Penny could be easy scores without having to drive to Philly, but that presented other complications. I could justify it in my head as one last summer fling before school. However, I knew that was just a rationalization for my own desires.

I decided to call Megan and see what was happening. Were her parents there or was she alone too? I went out to my car for some privacy. Megan’s voicemail kicked in by the fifth ring. The message I left was just to ask how she was doing and to call when she could. Getting out of the car, I was disappointed and hoped Megan would get the message soon.

Rounding my car, I was headed to the side door of the house when I heard Anna call. I turned to see her shutting her back door and coming down the steps. She looked very hot in a very short skirt and with her hair in pigtails. Her blouse fit very tight over her tits. From the look of her bouncing breasts and her nipples poking as she neared, she lacked a bra too. I could feel my cock stir as she approached, smiling.

“Hi, David…how’re you?”

“I’m fine…you look gorgeous.”

“Thanks…I’m going out.”

“Lucky guy.”

“Yeah…ah…oh, hell…it’s not just one guy…I’m working a bachelor party again.”

“Oh…similar to last time?”

“Should be,” Anna said. “I got to go, sorry. Penny might be around if you want. Call her.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe…have a good time.”

“Ok…bye.”

I walked inside, suddenly disappointed Anna wasn’t around to take care of me. I was feeling like Darci now, sexually deprived. With Megan at school, I was as frustrated as my sister. Katie’s change of heart at the last minute had been the right thing, but still teased at me. Feeling sorry for myself, I went down the basement to play some Wii.

When my cell went off, the noise from the Wii almost prevented me from hearing it. As it was, I probably heard more the noise of it vibrating on çankırı escort the table than the actual ring itself.

“Hello?” I said, not recognizing the number.

“Hey, Davey,” I heard Penny say. “Anna called me to say you might be free tonight.”

“I guess I am.”

“Want to hang together in the garage?”

“Sure,” I said without even thinking. I was bored too.

“I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok.” I knew where this was headed, but didn’t care. This might be my last time with Penny, too. ‘It was just sex,’ I told myself. ‘Megan wouldn’t care.’

I bagged up a few beers from our refrigerator and finished the Wii game I was playing. In exactly fifteen minutes I headed next door. I got there first and put the beers in the fridge. I was just figuring out how to turn the TV on when Penny showed up. She came up the stairs with a smile and her hair in pigtails. I smiled back seeing her hair like that and the tiny shorts she wore along with a tight tee shirt. No bra, I could tell as she neared.

“Hi,” Penny said.

“Hey…good to see you,” I replied and meant it. I’d never been with Penny without Anna.

“Anna tells me that Megan is off to college.”

“Yeah. Hey, would you like a beer? I brought a few with me.”

“Sure…sounds good.”

I got Penny and me two beers and she helped get the TV on a good channel. We sat down together on the couch and sipped our beers. Penny sat sideways towards me on the couch while I just stared mostly at the TV.

At first, conversation with Penny was tense and limited. There had been so much we had done together, but it was always coordinated through Anna rather than just the two of us. It seemed strange to be slightly uncomfortable with a girl whom I had fucked numerous times and eaten her pussy, and who had sucked my dick.

By the end of our second beers, Penny and I began to ease up. I could see her nipples poking at her top and the tightness and skimpiness of her shorts in her crotch. They were so small and figure-hugging, that with her leg on the couch sitting sideways they molded around her pouty pussy lips.

“God, you look good enough to eat,” I finally blurted out.

“Promises…promises,” Penny replied, laughing.

“I’m ready.”

“Me too,” Penny responded, her fingers twisting her pigtails in her hands.

“Wearing pigtails tonight,” I stated and chuckled.

“You know what that means?”

“I do and I’m glad.”

“Excellent,” Penny said, and looked into my eyes as she suddenly stood by the couch.

I watched as she stared at me and started to undress. Her tee shirt was off in a second and her breasts practically jumped out at me. Her cute tits were pale and the nipples pert. Her shorts were gone quickly, dropping to the floor and then kicked off. She turned so I could check her out in her tiny panties. They clung to her and gave away all the curvy shapes I loved on her body.

“I love your tits,” I said with sincerity.

Penny dropped her panties to her feet and looked at me, “These small tits? They don’t compare to Annie’s and you know it,” she replied.

“I still love them. They’re so cute and perky and pink.”

“That’s nice to hear,” Penny said moving in front of me. She looked me straight in the eyes. “We’re always good together, aren’t we, Davey?”

I didn’t answer, just stared into her eyes as she dropped to the floor at my feet. She pushed my knees apart and shuffled between them. My cock had been reacting to her striptease and the tent in my shorts gave it away. Penny’s hands crept up my legs to my belt, but her eyes never left mine.

“What’s this?” Has he missed me?” Penny asked jokingly.

“Definitely.”

“Stand up so I can get these shorts off you.”

Standing, I helped her totally remove my shorts and boxers. My cock was practically erect and pointing at Penny’s face as I stood there. She looked up into my eyes and then to my dick. Her hands came up to caress it and she looked back up at me.

“Megan’s so lucky to have your heart and this nice cock to look forward to.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely,” she said, as she kissed the big mushroom head.

I suddenly saw a different side of Penny. A side I’d never contemplated before. Her teasing and joking I had taken for disliking me. Maybe the truth was something else entirely. Maybe she’d become interested in me somewhere along the line this summer. I’d certainly changed my attitude about her.

Penny took most of my cock deep into her mouth. She sucked on it and her tongue flicked full life into my dick. She backed off to suck just the head and it felt wonderful. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked the head like a snake. Penny certainly knew how to please a cock orally and she seemed intent on showing her considerable talent. I was beginning to feel weak in the knees and my balls started to respond.

“That feels great, Penny,” I told her.

“I could suck your delicious cock all day, Davey.”

“Umm, I’d love that.”

Penny smiled at me and resumed sucking. She took me again as deep as she could and I felt the back of her mouth. She couldn’t deepthroat me like Anna, but she tried and gagged deliciously on my cock. Tears formed in her eyes and she tried repeatedly, but just couldn’t do it all the way. It didn’t matter, the feelings to my dick were incredible, and I had to sit or fall over.

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